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Send us a textThe crew discusses their visions and Eli has a hard conversation with Volae. Renova really wants to kill this universe's Richard and Venia is the stable one? Now that is shocking.Urs Rex played by Steph of @EquinoxDiceVenia Venus played by Kayla of @acourtofkaylaElliana Zelerian “Eli” played by Hannah of @HannahmarieartworkTX-009 “Tex” and Phyll played by Scott of @the_gray_area_ Zolada “Zo” played by Lydia of @LydiakorynRenova played by Anna of @MistyMoutnainLegendsEveryone else played by Luke of @MistyMountainLegendsSupport the Podcast: https://ko-fi.com/mistymountainlegendsMusic by Amaksi on Pixabay. Gruber and Matooma on ArtlistLogo by Red Queen HailsSupport the show

On the Road to Aya.Cael becomes the Amazon's Unorthodox Global DiplomatBy FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.For me, the diplomacy revolved around Delilah and Virginia, I had already fallen on my knees and begged Odette to let me go see Aya 'alone'. A few sexual-charged hours later, she agreed. That left four choices for the role of my two agents. They wanted to go 'as is'. Rachel informed them they would be murdered in-flight and their bodies tossed out over a convenient body of water.Rachel felt that the only reasonable course of action was for them to not come. That way the two could live a few more weeks. However, she would settle for stripping them down, doing a full body scan and then sealing them naked in airtight coffins (with a suitable amount of oxygen) for the journey. I suspected they might still slip out the baggage compartment somewhere between takeoff and landing.I cut through the clash of egos and made the final decision. Delilah and Virginia would be stripped and thoroughly examined. Initially I had the chore. Rachel was deeply suspicious of my true intentions. Freed of any electronic devices and with their weaponry in my keeping during the trip, they would be blindfolded as we made it to Aya without bloodshed.They applauded my wisdom by roundly refusing my decision. Pamela was of no help. Ten minutes into it, I informed them I was going alone, completely alone. They laughed, snorted and chuckled. Rachel reminded me that I didn't know where to go. I lied and told her that Katrina had given me the coordinates for the super-secret juvenile, all-feline [yes, I meant cats], survival training school.Fine, they would just keep me under constant surveillance. I responded by assuring them that despite my lack of spy-like abilities, I would escape and get to relive my Summer Camp experience with the only woman who respected my Demigod-like combat status. Their laughter hurt my feelings. Pamela stepped up and told the room they could either respect my compromise, or she would help me evade them.It was even more depressing to see the room full of women who had previously been mocking me suddenly 'snap to' and quickly agree to my earlier suggestions."It is okay," Pamela told me softly as the actual mechanics of my vacation were figured out by others. "I didn't want to play Bill Munny to your Ben Logan."Pamela's eyes flared brighter than any phoenix's rebirth. She'd stumped me."The Unforgiven, my Son," she patted my cheek. "It is a western made in 1992 starring Clint Eastwood, recast masterfully by 'Yours Truly' and, we need to work on you making a convincing Morgan Freeman.""Doesn't Freeman end up in a pinewood box in the first third of the movie?" Virginia mused."I didn't want to dishearten him," Pamela grinned. To me. "He ran off alone and got himself killed.""I was what, not even a year old when that movie came out," I responded with indignation."You've never heard of Block Busters, Netflix, Redbox, Dish, Hulu, or late night, Spanish language television?" Pamela snickered."I only watch Univision for their sports coverage," I countered."You mean for those sexy female sports announcers," Delilah chuckled. That earned her a 'well duh' look from all the other women."Before I consent to the strip search and inevitable follow-up anal probe, are we really going to be in a situation that requires us to fight this time?" Virginia asked."We should be perfectly safe," Rachel responded."Check, bring extra ammo," Virginia nodded."Good for you, Ms. Maddox," Pamela winked. "One day there is hope your life will have some meaning to me.""Great," Special Agent Maddox muttered, "now I have to think of what to get her for Christmas." We all laughed. Christmas was such a long way away.We packed up, rode to a private airfield near Doebridge, learned that SD was smarter than the rest of us, boarded our flight, and then finally entered US airspace from there. Around Ohio, a thought occurred to Maddox."If we were somehow forced to land and have the plane searched, how bad would it be?" she requested of Rachel."Bad enough that we have a better chance of fighting our way free than seeing freedom before dying in prison," Rachel answered calmly."Hmm, Rachel, if something like that happened, how many parachutes do we have?" Delilah joined in."Enough. Mona rides down with Cael because he's a virgin," Rachel stated."Oh! Come on Rachel," I fell down on my knees. "Can't I bungee jump it?""Luv," Delilah snorted. "If the drop didn't kill ya, the bounce back would snap you in two.""Cáel, we are at thirty thousand feet," Tiger Lily giggled. "You are more likely to end as a streamer than a pancake." An Amazon giggle, a most joyous noise."Rachel, I have been unkind," Virginia confessed. "Cáel is so personable and so dead set on getting himself killed. I had no idea your assignment was so herculean.""Acknowledged," Rachel said, "and we don't use 'that' word." Hercules was Greek too."We have it worse," Delilah patted Maddox on her shoulder. "We must obey some sort of legal code that doesn't allow us to preemptively save him.""We must too," Rachel gave a depressive sigh. "Her," she pointed at Pamela."Hey," Pamela pouted. "I'm more a force for vigilante justice than a team player. I ride alone.""Alone?" I took a quick headcount and added our Amazon pilot. "I count ten, Lone Phaser.""Am I included in that count?" Miyako yawned from under her blanket. "This jet lag is killing me.""Where did she come from?" Virginia hopped up."She was here when we boarded," I told her. "I searched her, I swear.""Yes he did," Miyako gave a sleepy, Hello Kitty smile. She'd 'searched' me too."I bet you did," Rachel glared at me, then Pamela, then me again since I was the titular boss.Thankfully we all 'bought a vowel', played a card in Clue, and shared an Inspector Clouseau moment. The gang settled down for a nap. Sleeping was not complicated. Rachel, as my bodyguard, slept beside me. The airplane's touchdown was so flawless I had to be shaken to alertness. Did I fall asleep? More on that later.It would have been better if Virginia hadn't figured out our pilot had violated numerous FAA regulations, like dropping below radar at one remote airport then sailing along for an unknown number of kilometers at nape of the Earth until we reached our final destination (This is great in date flicks, btw. It convinces the girl that we should 'live in the moment'/screw as much as possible.)We weren't there yet, of course. That level of un-convoluted thinking would have been an Amazon indicator of senility. Being a male Amazon, I was immune to such considerations, that meant I was always nuts in their regard, but they chose to humor me. Our plane had to park in a camouflaged hangar before we were allowed to disembark.I concluded we must be getting close to our desert gulag/re-education center as the sharp glare of sunlight was accompanied by an equally heartless glare of hostility rolling forth from our waiting all-terrain vehicle caravan. Thank goodness Rachel had the foresight to bring sunscreen for the passel of us. I swallowed the bitter realization I'd lost a $1000 bet concerning our landing zone with Virginia (a Temperate Rainforest) and Delilah (the American Southwest). In retrospect, betting on the site of 'Camp Rock' wasn't my smartest wager.The Brit made off with $2000 of our money and she wanted to be paid in Euros. That's €778 from me, you offspring of those who didn't have the courage to cross the Atlantic 100 years ago. Neither Virginia nor I really cared. With the level of violence about to escalate, it was all looking like 'funny' money to us. I didn't share my misery. Our Welcome Wagon ladies hardly looked sympathetic, or all that opposed to utilizing scalping as a valid debating tool.They didn't view this moment as just a bad thing, me showing up. My arrival was apocalyptic: #1, a man. #2, with a member of another secret society. #3, #2 was a professional assassin. #4 and #5, two more outsider women. #6, an unscheduled visit, as in 'the camp guardians hadn't been given six months to plan out all contingencies'. And you think your daycare takes its security seriously?"Cáel Ishara," the curt, mega-harsh bitch addressed me in English. As the other seven women dismounted from the four Jeep Wranglers (Delilah enlightened us), it was obvious they were well armed and armored, right and ready to provide some extra-curricular para-military fun. "Welcome," and 'oh please tear out one or two of my fingernails you Ginormous Pain in my ass' she greeted the exalted me. We spoke in Hittite;"I am”, then I used a phrase which I hoped meant 'I had shed blood in battle with sister Aya'. "No other name means more to me right now." Ah, the lovely jerk that full-blooded Amazons gave the first time they heard a male speak their tongue. The slot machine of her intellect kicked into high gear. No arm grasp was coming my way. I almost forgot."The outsiders are to remain armed as guests of House Ishara." That command was crucial. When/if I got my way with my first request, I was going to be rendered 'one of the girls'."If that is your wish. (Evil grin) Grab your bags and make it snappy," the woman ordered. "I don't like any extended activity at this airfield.""Ladies, let's hurry up and get our bags," Pamela barked in English. "You too, you hairless ape." That would be me, if there was any question. The Super-friendly camp counselors, with their slung FN P90's, didn't lift a finger to help us. Miyako flounced around without a care in the world. Pamela, eh, there were only eight of them. Three of my SD group were cautious while the pilot was already effecting her refueling and departure.Rachel shot one of the guardians a look I perceived to be friendly. A double-take elucidated things. She was Rachel's younger sister and had already been updated on my bona fides. Then in Hittite;"Male, you are agreeable to the eye," Rachel's sister fired off. Three whole seconds."Why thank you. I run faster than you would think, thankfully heal even faster and have the venerated outdoor skills of Bigfoot," I smiled.The seven other ladies weren't sure what to make of that jocularity."A very, very young Bigfoot," Rachel corrected."There is nothing wrong with the size of his feet," Tiger Lily added to the fun. And then all the homicidal fanatics chuckled.Pamela's whispered translation brought a subdued, yet similar reaction from the non-Amazon contingent. Sure, the new group knew about the New Directive, my fun encounters which I equated to my life and death struggle in those earlier days, my rise to house leadership, Constanza's blinding, the grenade launcher episode and the totality of my last confrontation with Hayden. Amazons are some hard-ass bitches.As we were loading up the jeeps, the leader tapped me on the shoulder with some force, in the same way a teacher catches an unruly student's attention."What was sex with an augur like? My name is Caprica Mielikki.""Out of respect for your authority, I will answer this personal question that is really none of your business," I looked down a good ten centimeters at her. No fear."It was beautiful, like every other woman I have had the treasured pleasure to have sex with," I continued. My reply's undercurrent was simple: I am not a House Head while I'm here. I am an Amazon, not a slave, or outsider male."Did you suffer stigmata?""Yes. To be fair, I was also having intercourse with her personal guardian at the same time. I'm not sure where to lay the blame, or importance," I inhaled her rugged fragrance."Both?" a different camp counselor questioned."As I told you, he has a really big and craftily-wielded foot," Tiger Lily teased, then Pamela said in Hittite;"And he is banned from having sex with any Amazon women for fifty more days," Pamela reminded them. Miyako, Delilah and Maddox weren't involved so were left uninformed of that detail. That bludgeoning innuendo dealt with, off to camp we went. Our journey was a pleasant diversion, punctuated by our trail, or lack thereof.The jeeps split up once we hit the aerial cover of the desert pines. At that point, every rock, shrub, tree and loose bit of debris revealed its God-given mission in life was to kill us. I kept telling myself that surely our Amazon driver abhorred suicide as much as I frowned on vehicular manslaughter as a means of me dying.Failing to believe that left me with tuck, duck and roll and that death-defying move would leave me lost and waterless, somewhere. I would have thought 'somewhere without cell reception', but none of our mobile devices had made the trip, despite a valiant effort at skullduggery by Special Agent Maddox and some highly creative types back at the Hoover Building.See, after we dutifully packed all our gear, the troupe got to watch Rachel's team toss everything into a cargo bin set to be loaded onto a flight to, the ticket said Banjul, Gambia. Woot! My ten ton armored long coat was going to Africa without me. It would have undoubtedly have tried to kill me in this heat. I was lured into acceptance by hoping this was going to be a 'birthday suit' flight.Yay! (Sarcasm) We got all new undies, shirts, shoes, pants, shorts, jackets, ponchos (I was beginning to suspect duplicity on that one), and a variety of other gear, including guns. They were nice enough to replace our weapons with the exact same production models. The sole exceptions were my trusty axes and I trembled at the scrutiny they must have endured.Meanwhile, back to my archaic, misogynistic inspiration that women shouldn't be allowed to drive: after the third skirting of what must have been a ten meter drop, I realized I was looking at this journey in the wrong light. I raised my hands over my head and began screaming like a fool. I was on the best rollercoaster ride ever!!The hobnail boot was on the other foot. My driver really wanted to know what the fuck I was up to, but couldn't take her concentration off the terrain. One massive lurch planted us in an arroyo (that's a dry riverbed for those of us who aren't freaked out every time it rains). Rachel and I were sitting in the back. Turning around in the front seat, Pamela grinned at me."I dare you to surf the hood," she laughed. Sweet Mother Ishara, that was the best mixing of 'you must be a redneck'/'immortal high schooler madness' I'd ever heard. I unbuckled milliseconds before Rachel could stop me. Her look said it all. 'Please, you Moron, don't do this to me. I've been a good little guardian and really don't deserve this, now do I?'I gave her a deep French kiss. She moaned, just not in a sexual manner. One of these days Rachel was going to start running around with a needle and fast acting sedative to keep me safe from myself. Understand, my driver was racing down this dirt, well, "pathway" was being generous. Her first warning that something wasn't right was me hand-standing on the roll bar and flipping onto the dashboard.Considering I was up against a 70 kilometer headwind, I felt I pulled off that maneuver rather well. She grabbed my closest ankle with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel. Our eyes were masked with goggles, but my smile said it all. No, I hadn't been thrown forward, and no, I wasn't running away from something in the back seat.I shook free, stepped over the windshield, braced my right heel against its base and leaned into the torrent of air. I was surfing a jeep. Then I was flying above the jeep, but only for a second. We'd hit a rock the size of an armadillo, or maybe it was an actual armadillo. I wasn't looking back to check. Why was I doing this? It was a tad complex. I gave Psych 101 a shot.My life was not where I had envisioned it would be when I kissed Dr. Kimberly Geisler, and my last two Bolingbrook girlfriends, who had been unaware of each other until that moment, good-bye before leaving college forever. I proudly considered myself amoral. No social contract would keep me from some good cunt, and since I found all cunt to be good if you worked at it, I slept with every girl I could, married, committed, bored, desperate, I didn't care.I held no relationship sacred. I had already proved I could do any girl's mother, daughter, aunt, roommate, childhood friend and total stranger. I hadn't cared. I knew I was going to cause multiple women emotional pain and I did it anyway. Sure, I regretted the agony I left in my wake.I never considered myself a sadist, but I had been a pretty horrible person by ignoring the inevitable consequences of my actions. Then Havenstone. Suddenly people were doing bad stuff to people I didn't know and it mattered to me. I was talking to women without the end goal being a sexual encounter.Hell, I had been honest to women without them using pain, or the threat of pain, on me. I didn't stop being me. I nailed four women at Loraine's, Europa's and Aya's school. I nailed Nicole while waiting for Trent to toss me his social table scraps, Libra. A whole army of women engaged in murder, slavery and infanticide on a regular basis, and I cared for them.I cared for them in a way that confronted damnation, not sexual adventurism. I had graduated from 'Dude, don't do that to the lady' at some bar to 'do this and I'll have you killed' and meaning it, and making it happen. I hadn't learned my lesson. I'd gone on to kill Hayden and Goddess-knows how many other women who Hayden had placed on that list.Yep, dead, dead, dead and it was all on me. Worse, I would do it all over again because deep down, tearing up my insides, was morality. To me that boiled down to caring about someone else without reward. And all that led me to surfing the hood of a jeep on my way to meet my lodestone of this transformation, Aya.My laughter was drowned out by the noises of the engine, tires, rocks, wind and sand. It resonated all the more. The driver didn't slow down. I sincerely doubted she understood my lunacy. That was okay. Pamela did and Aya would. She'd want to go jeep surfing too. Man, for a jackass and dastardly betrayer, I was accumulating a sizable heart-load of people I could honestly say I loved.Kimberly had once told me that the pain of knowledge is never being able to forget it. Good, or bad, it is an affliction for which there is no cure. That was where I was, pained by the creeping advancement of my soul and unable to turn back now that the door to familial affection had been opened.My thoughts of Dad dying and of a thunderstorm burst in my noggin weren't being terribly helpful to my mental state either. The horn blew and I snuck a quick peek back. The driver was making a sharp, forward jabbing motion with her right hand, then thrusting to the left. We were getting ready to exit the arroyo and that probably required some hellish footwork far beyond my ability.I made a hasty, less dignified, yet safer return to my seat. Rachel quickly buckled me in before a rapid turn up and over the bank of the river bed had us heading for another forested area."What was that all about?" Rachel asked once we were back into the tree cover. She'd have asked earlier but she was too busy clenching and unclenching her jaw in frustration.

In this True Spies Classic, CIA analyst Gina Bennett shows Vanessa Kirby the origins of America's most infamous enemy. Throughout the 1990s, Osama bin Laden launched a series of attacks on American interests at home and abroad. Operating in the man's world of counter-terrorism, Gina had to fight to have the threat he posed taken seriously. Would YOU trust your gut? From SPYSCAPE, the home of secrets and skills. A Cup And Nuzzle production. Series producer: Gemma Newby. Produced by Tim Mansel. Music by Nick Ryan. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Apex Clean Energy, which operates Timbermill Wind near Edenton, says it plans to seek government approval for a system that would decrease light pollution.

Is your network data safe? On this episode of Little Blinking Light, IT expert Roger Ferworn gives us some examples of how to make sure it is. Things like:BCDRThe 3-2-1 RuleImmutabilityClick to listen and better understand what these things mean - and how just backing up your data is not enough if you do not take special steps.Episode ResourcesAE Tech Design websiteBook an Appointment with AE Tech DesignAE Tech Design, experts in effectively designing technology and managing technology implementation, share that expertise in the Little Blinking Light podcast.This episode is produced by Livemic Communications.

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They call it "technical debt" - the cost of cutting IT corners when they have to be corrected at a future time.In this episode of Little Blinking Light, Roger Ferworn of AE Tech Design helps put technical debt into context - and discusses the benefits of avoiding it.Episode ResourcesAE Tech Design websiteBook an Appointment with AE Tech DesignAE Tech Design, experts in effectively designing technology and managing technology implementation, share that expertise in the Little Blinking Light podcast.This episode is produced by Livemic Communications.

You're squinting and rubbing, but your tired eyes continue to torture you. And it's no wonder they're sore: how many hours a day do we all stare at a screen? This puts almost constant tension on our eyes. Many vision problems arise precisely from the act of overstraining like dry eyes, redness, and blurred vision. Other videos you might like: 7 Things That Can Change Your Eye Color    • 7 Things That Can Change Your Eye Color   3 Ways to Improve Your Eyesight Fast at Home    • 3 Ways to Improve Your Eyesight Fast ...   12 Scary Things Your Eyes Say About Your Health    • Видео   TIMESTAMPS: #1. Eye Rolling 0:25 #2. Eye Flexing 1:00 #3. Eye Pressing 1:31 #4. Blinking 1:54 #5. Sideways Glancing 2:28 #6. Bouncing 2:56 #7. Eye Massage 3:24 #8. Shifting Focus 4:03 #9. Palming 4:32 #10. The Moving Pencil 5:04 #11. Figure 8 Tracing 5:34 #12. Double Thumbs Up 5:59 #13. Invisible Writing 6:28 #14. The 20/20/20 Exercise 6:51 Music by Epidemic Sound https://www.epidemicsound.com/ Subscribe to Bright Side : https://goo.gl/rQTJZz ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Our Social Media: Facebook:   / brightside   Instagram:   / brightgram   5-Minute Crafts Youtube: https://www.goo.gl/8JVmuC Photos: https://www.depositphotos.com East News ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For more videos and articles visit: http://www.brightside.me/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Artificial Intelligence. It's at the center of a lot of discussions about how it can help - or not help - your business.In this Little Blinking Light episode, AE Tech Design President Roger Ferworn talks about how AI can be a huge help guarding against e-threats - but can also have some drawbacks.Episode ResourcesAE Tech Design websiteBook an Appointment with AE Tech DesignAE Tech Design, experts in effectively designing technology and managing technology implementation, share that expertise in the Little Blinking Light podcast.This episode is produced by Livemic Communications.

In this episode of The Visibly Fit Podcast, I'm diving into a topic that so many of us struggle with but often overlook: dry eye syndrome. If you've ever felt that gritty, irritating sensation in your eyes after hours in front of a screen or experienced that “stuck” feeling in your eyelids at night, this episode is for you. Dry eyes aren't just an inconvenience; they can impact your quality of life. So, I'm sharing the reasons behind dry eyes and, even better, practical, natural ways to relieve and prevent this discomfort.You'll get a chuckle out of some of my personal stories – like my insistence on sleeping with a fan on, even though it might make things worse. And if you're looking for alternatives to those eye drops, I'll introduce you to some surprising natural options, from omega-3s to simple eye exercises you can do anywhere. This episode is packed with easy solutions and real encouragement to make eye health a priority. So, if you're tired of tired eyes, tune in to learn how to bring comfort back to your vision and make it a part of your wellness journey!Chapter:[00:00] Podcast Preview[00:35] Welcome to Visibly Fit Podcast[01:17] Eye Roll Exercise and Dry Eye Syndrome[02:10] Causes and Prevalence of Dry Eye Syndrome[03:02] Risk Factors and Age-Related Dry Eye[03:45] Screen Time and Dry Eye[04:06] Medications and Dry Eye[04:45] Vision and Environmental Factors[05:19] Personal Experience with Dry Eye[05:41] Impact of Dry Eye on Daily Life[06:34] Warm Compresses for Dry Eye Relief[07:27] Importance of Omega-3 Fatty Acids[08:09] Hydration and Eye Health[09:13] Humidifiers and Dry Environments[09:45] Eye Exercises and Blinking[11:07] Eye Bright Herb for Eye Health[12:01] Vitamin A and Diet for Eye Health[12:33] Maqui Berry Extract for Tear Production[13:16] Avoiding Harmful Eye Drops[14:37] Antioxidants and Eye Health[15:30] Cold Compresses for Eye Relief[16:03] Taking Breaks from Screen Time[17:07] Importance of Quality Sleep[18:01] Electrolytes and Hydration[19:04] Listening to Your Body[19:57] Summary and Awareness of Dry Eye Syndrome[21:00] Sharing and Rating the Podcast[22:05] Visibly Fit Program and Contact Information[23:09] Closing RemarksResources mentioned:Visibly Fit 7-Week Accelerator ProgramP.S. If you're just checking out the show to see if it's a good fit for you, welcome!If you're really serious about becoming Visibly Fit, you'll get the best experience if you download the worksheets available at https://wendiepett.com/visiblyfitpodcast.

Remember when the term "audio visual" - A-V for short - meant things like overhead and filmstrip projectors?!Today's A-V is a whole lot different, as we discuss in this episode of the Little Blinking Light podcast with Roger Ferworn of AE Tech Design.Episode ResourcesAE Tech Design websiteBook an Appointment with AE Tech DesignAE Tech Design, experts in effectively designing technology and managing technology implementation, share that expertise in the Little Blinking Light podcast.This episode is produced by Livemic Communications.

Video surveillance has become much easier to obtain and operate. But, as Roger Ferworn from AE Tech Design tells us in this episode, there are definite considerations to establishing such a system.Will it function the way you expect and need? Will you be able to obtain certain footage easily? How can AI help? Episode ResourcesAE Tech Design websiteBook an Appointment with AE Tech DesignAE Tech Design, experts in effectively designing technology and managing technology implementation, share that expertise in the Little Blinking Light podcast.This episode is produced by Livemic Communications.

Collaboration expert Gill Tiney is back in the studio today to discuss two classic books from Malcolm Gladwell. I'm such a fan of his work, that we're launching this episode as the Malcolm Gladwell Appreciation Society. If it's years since you read these books, or you new to his work, click play to get inspired to check them out.  Gill's Collaboration Website:  collaborationglobal.org Gill on LinkedIn: Profile here Gill's Book:  Together We Can Do Something Wonderful – Gill Tiney Gill's Ted Talk:  Watch here on YouTube Books Discussed in this Episode:   Click titles to see them on Amazon #affiliated The Tipping Point – Malcolm Gladwell https://amzn.to/3W8XfzX Blink - Malcolm Gladwell https://amzn.to/4cA85E9 Click – Rom + Ori Brafman https://amzn.to/45FIeIJ ==== And don't forget to get your reading list of the 10 essential reads for every successful biz owner - these are the books Liz recommends almost on the daily to her strategy + Mastermind clients.  This isn't your usual list of biz books, these answer the challenges you've actually got coming up right now. Helpful, quick to read and very timely.   Click here lizscully.com/reading to get your book list

In this episode of Little Blinking Light, AE Tech Design President Roger Ferworn talks about avoiding a rat's nest.A rat's nest of cables, that is.Listen and find out the tech design perspective when it comes to assuring the cabling in your facility is structured.Episode ResourcesAE Tech Design websiteBook an Appointment with AE Tech DesignAE Tech Design, experts in effectively designing technology and managing technology implementation, share that expertise in the Little Blinking Light podcast.This episode is produced by Livemic Communications.

Evelyn's Dark Labyrinth Task. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The maze at the Manor had been bright and green, with nice right angles and a geometric design that was pleasing to the eye. This was dark, grey, and anything but pleasant.“Scary, isn't it?” Instinctively dropping into a crouch and raising her staff defensively, Evelyn looked around for the speaker. It had sounded close and came from her right, over by the dead tree. She noticed that there was a grey bird with a reddish-brown head and white throat looking at her calmly. She thought it looked like a small hawk. “Did you say that?” she asked the bird skeptically. “I did,” the bird gave a little nod. “A talking hawk,” Evelyn chuckled. “I shouldn't be surprised, I guess.” “Excuse me, miss, I am not a hawk,” the bird stretched its wings and puffed out its chest a bit. “I am a red-necked falcon.” Lowering her staff, Evelyn smiled and said, “I'm sorry. I didn't know. Ornithology is not really my specialty.” “I forgive you,” the bird said. Evelyn decided she should just roll with the situation and said, “You were saying something about the maze?” “Yes,” the falcon nodded a bit. “It's rather scary, isn't it?” “Is it actually dangerous, though?” “Naw, I fly over it all the time.” “I'm afraid I don't have that option.” “Oh, well, yes, I suppose you don't,” the falcon said. “Does that mean you are actually going to go into it.” Evelyn frowned, then said, “Well, is that the Dark Labyrinth?” “I believe so. I have heard it called that, anyway.” “Then I have to go into it. I need to reach the center of it.” “Whatever for?” “It's my quest,” Evelyn smirked, mostly just to herself. “Oh, well, I guess that makes sense, then. Annoying things, quests.” “You're not wrong,” she smiled. Just then a loud voice called out from above them, “Horace! What are you doing down there?” Looking up, Evelyn saw another falcon circling them in the grey sky. “I'm just being friendly,” the falcon in the tree, who Evelyn now supposed must be named Horace, called back. “Leave that poor girl alone,” the falcon in the air called down. “We're just talking, honey,” Horace shouted. Then, addressing Evelyn in a normal, quieter voice, he said, “Sorry about that. The missus gets a bit jealous sometimes.” Evelyn smiled and said, “That's alright, I should be on my way anyway.” “Be careful,” Horace nodded. “I'll do my best. Any advice?” “Don't get distracted,” he said. “There are things in there that will try to trap you, or at least get you very lost.” Then, as he flapped into the air, he added, “Oh, and don't let the Beast catch you!” “What? The ‘Beast'?!” Evelyn called after him, but he was already too far away to hear, or at least to reply. With a serious scowl and her staff at the ready, Evelyn started down into the labyrinth, entering it near the closest end of the valley, but quite high up the slope. For the rest of that first day, Evelyn worked her way through the maze slowly and carefully. She decided it would be a good idea to follow the left wall, just to help keep track of where she'd been. She wished she'd managed to bring along some chalk. Before it started to get too dark, she found a section of wall that had collapsed, forming a little cave she managed to crawl into without scraping herself up too badly. She felt far from secure, but she thought it was the best shelter she was likely to find before night fell. Stumbling around that maze in the dark seemed a sure recipe for disaster. Before she was able to drift off into a restless sleep, she gave herself a quiet orgasm, clutching her staff to her as she shuddered in the rubble. Early the next day, Evelyn found some blueberries growing down the side of a wall and drank the water that gathered on the leaves from the misty air. She was starting to think it could take a very long time for her to reach the center of this damned thing. She was trying to use the trick Don had taught her to use in navigating the Manor, but she couldn't tell if it was helping at all. Toward midday, when she was thinking about taking a break anyway, Evelyn came to the first opening in the labyrinth. Like the rest of the maze, this clearing was in a state of serious disrepair, but there was an apple tree surviving and bearing fruit in the corner, and a large pool taking up most of the center of the space. Jumping up and swinging her staff, Evelyn was able to knock down a couple of apples. Biting into one, she found it surprisingly tart for Erosian fruit, but it was still delicious. As she ate her lunch, Evelyn strolled over to the pool of water. It looked too still to be safe to drink, but she might be able to use it to clean up a bit. Looking at her reflection, she saw that she was indeed quite disheveled and dirty. She tossed the core of her apple off to the side, dropped to her knees and set her staff down next to her as she cupped her hands to splash some water on her face. After a bit of rubbing and splashing, and running her fingers through her hair, she waited for the water to calm to see if she was actually helping her situation. Looking down to her reflection, she was surprised to see another face looking up at her. Bright emerald eyes regarded her from beneath the water, and then as she scrambled backward a pale woman with blonde hair broke the surface and said, “Well, hello there.” She had a vaguely Scandinavian accent and a sweet, sexy smile. “Ah, hello,” Evelyn responded. “Sorry if I startled you,” the girl in the water said. “You're just so pretty, I had to come say ‘hi.'” Not knowing what else to say, Evelyn smiled and said, “Well, thank you.” “I'm Trielle,” the woman said as she extended her hand, leaning on the bank of the pool, her porcelain breasts brushing the grass. “Uh, Sage,” Evelyn said as she shook hands. “Nice to meet you, Trielle.” Trielle continued to hold Evelyn's hand, her clasp becoming a caress, and purred, “It's been a long time since we've had a visitor here. I'd love a chance to get to know you better.” The smile on Trielle's lips and the glimmer in her eyes as she said this left very little doubt as to what sort of getting-to-know she had in mind. Evelyn swallowed, and said, “Well, that certainly does sound nice.” Trielle's green eyes were certainly inviting, and Evelyn found herself moving closer, until she was leaning down to kiss the girl's cool, moist lips. Trielle's slender fingers moved up to gently brush the sides of Evelyn's face and then held her there lightly as her tongue slipped into Evelyn's mouth. The feeling of the girl's tongue on hers as well as the soft pressure of their lips together was intoxicating, and Evelyn felt herself leaning forward to indulge herself more deeply in the kiss. Suddenly remembering herself, Evelyn pulled back, regaining her balance on the grass. Trielle smiled back at her. If she was offended by the abrupt withdrawal there was no indication. “You're a good kisser,” the woman smiled, “and you taste so good.” Evelyn found herself blushing a little and said, “Thank you, so do you.” “Would you let me taste you down there?” Trielle asked with a wink. “Down there?” Evelyn found herself suddenly a bit confused. “Uh-hum,” Trielle nodded, biting her lower lip a bit. “You can just sit here on the edge.” Evelyn caught on and said, “Oh! Well, I guess it would be rude of me to say 'no.'” “It certainly would,” nodded Trielle emphatically. Then she pushed back from the shore to let Evelyn rearrange herself so that she was sitting on the edge of the pool with her legs in the water. Smiling up at Evelyn, Trielle moved smoothly through the water between Evelyn's legs. Evelyn shuddered a little in anticipation as Trielle's cool, light fingers moved up her legs. Then she sighed when Trielle's lips brushed over her labia, which were already quite moist and very ready for some affection. Soon, Evelyn was leaning back on one arm while she held Trielle's blonde head in place while the girl in the pool licked and sucked at Evelyn's clit. It didn't take long before Evelyn's orgasm wracked her body with intense, fiery delight, muscles clenching and heart pounding. Slowing her ministrations until Evelyn could regain her breath, Trielle kept her mouth on Evelyn's sex, and then, when Evelyn was ready for more, she began to tongue her clit again, slowly but firmly. Even quicker than the first time, Evelyn's body responded to the woman's cunnilingual skills. Crying out and arching her back there on the bank of the pool, Evelyn came and came, shuddering intensely until she collapsed, spent. As Evelyn lay on her back, looking up at the leaden clouds, heart pounding in her chest, she said, “Thank you! I really needed that.” “It was my pleasure, Sage,” the woman in the water said. “Can you come up here so I can return the favor?” “Oh, no, I don't think I can do that, but you could come in here and play with us.” “Us?” Evelyn asked, and then hauled herself up to see that she and Trielle were no longer alone. Four other people were there in the water. Three of them were handsome men, two of whom were lounging back against the far shore of the pool, muscular arms resting on the ground and broad chests on tempting display. The third man was closer, leaning on the ground, his chin propped on his palm, watching Evelyn with a playful smile on his lips. The new woman was slowly bobbing in the middle of the pool, just her head above water. All of them were staggeringly attractive. “Oh,” Evelyn said, drawing back a bit. “Hello there.” “Come on in, Sage, and we'll have a wonderful time,” Trielle smiled. Evelyn was thinking they did look like they would be a lot of fun, but she managed to say, “I don't think I should.” “Can't you swim?” Trielle asked as if that were the only possible objection one could make to her invitation. “Well, yes, I can but…” “She can't breathe underwater,” came a familiar voice from behind Evelyn, in the direction of the apple tree. Evelyn nodded, “Yes, that's right; I can't.” Trielle pouted a bit theatrically, and said, “Horace, you're always spoiling our fun.” “I doubt that,” said the falcon. “Are you sure you don't want to come in for a while?” Trielle asked, though her tone suggested she knew what the answer would be. Evelyn drew back from the water, curling up well out of reach of the people watching her in the pool, but smiled and said, “I'm very flattered, but I really must continue on my quest.” As her companions began dropping down into the water, Trielle said, “Oh, a quest? Well, that's understandable. It was very nice meeting you, Sage.” Then, with a wave and smile, Trielle dove beneath the water, which was broken again a moment later as a very large fish-tail flipped up and splashed before disappearing again. After realizing she was gaping at the fact that she'd just been eaten out by a mermaid and invited to participate in a mer-orgy, Evelyn shut her mouth, stood up and turned to see Horace perched in the tree. She smiled and said, “Thank you. I wasn't thinking too clearly there for a minute.” “Don't mention it,” Horace said. “Might be a good idea to be a bit more careful, though. This whole place wants to keep you from getting where you want to go.” “The place wants…?” she started but Horace had already taken to the skies again. Carrying an apple in one hand and her staff in the other, Evelyn spent the rest of the day making her meandering way through the Labyrinth. She found that the more natural-seeming surface maze was combined with the occasional overpass and tunnel. She moved as quickly as possible through the latter but tried to appreciate the view afforded by the former. Unfortunately, the Labyrinth now stretched out in every direction with no clear end in sight. Toward evening she heard her next sign of animal life, and it was not at all welcome. Rising in the distance as she started down from one of the overpasses, Evelyn heard something that sounded uncomfortably like the howl of a wolf. Spinning around with her staff at the ready, apple falling to her feet, she scanned her surroundings for any movement or other sign. After several minutes of nothing, she hurried back into the maze. She was now looking for some kind of shelter for the night. The best she could do before it got too dark to continue was to climb up a tree that had enough leaves on it that she wasn't completely visible from the ground. As she finally ate her apple, Evelyn realized that her precarious perch was far from ideal. She might fall in her sleep, and she had no assurance whatsoever that the beast Horace had mentioned couldn't climb this tree as well as she, or better. She wasn't even sure that the howl she had heard belonged to that beast. For all she knew, there could be several beasts about. Still, she would be even more vulnerable on the ground, wandering about the maze in the dark, so she made the best of the situation. Wedged as comfortably as possible, she passed a fitful night in the branches of her tree. As soon as the sky began to lighten in the morning, Evelyn managed to climb down. Rubbing her stiff muscles, she congratulated herself on still being alive and in one piece. Then she started off again. That second day was a long, tedious one, punctuated only by the discovery of another apple tree and then, in the evening, another howl. This time she was sure it was closer, but she still couldn't tell from which direction it came. She managed to clamber up onto the top of a wall, where she managed to sleep a bit during the night. She dreamed of a black shape looking for her with blazing red eyes. Soon after her first masturbation break (spent huddled in a corner, thinking about her fun on the Riverboat with Don) on day three, Evelyn came upon what she took to be a hopeful sign. Her way was blocked by a heavy stone gate with a broad platform set above it. It didn't seem to her that whoever had designed the Dark Labyrinth would put such an obstacle here if it was just a dead end. As she approached the gate, there was a loud flapping sound - much, much louder than anything Horace could make. Craning her neck, she was able to catch sight of a massive shape swooping overhead just before it landed on the platform over the gate. Evelyn was amused to see a winged sphinx perched there regarding her carefully. It had the body and limbs of a rather large lion or some other cat, enormous feathered wings at either side, and the dark-haired head of a handsome, bearded, man. It had been several days with mostly herself for company, and the encounter with Trielle had been all too brief, so she wasn't too surprised to find herself wondering if she was about to experience some sphinx sex. She was more surprised to find that the idea was more intriguing than troubling. This was Eros, after all. The sphinx looked her over slowly, cleared his throat, and said in somewhat bellowing and official tone, “I am Oberon, guardian of this gate, only those who pass my test shall pass!” Then, in a more conversational voice, he asked, “Are you lost or what?” “Ah, no,” Evelyn frowned. “At least, I don't think I'm lost.” “Would you know if you were?” “Maybe not, but that's why I said I don't think I am.” The sphinx managed to shrug, and said, “Fine, then, what are you doing here?” “I am trying to reach the center of the Labyrinth.” Rolling its eyes a bit, he said, “Why?” “It's my quest,” she said, remembering how satisfying Trielle had found that answer. “That's not much of an explanation, is it?” “Isn't it?” “No,” he shook his head. “Look, I'm asking for your motivation, and you've just given me a redescription. 'I'm on a quest to reach the center,' doesn't explain why you're trying to reach the center at all. I'm just going to have to ask you why you're on a quest. Right?” “Yeah, I can see that. Sorry.” “Don't be sorry,” he frowned. “Just try to be a bit more cooperative, and we'll both be happier, okay?” “Sure,” she nodded. He looked at her expectantly. “Oh!” she started, “I want to get one of those rings that lets you go from Eros to my home world and back, but the Watchers Council, or whatever you want to call them, is giving me tasks to complete first, and this is one of them - to reach the center of the Labyrinth.” “That's better,” he nodded. “I could ask why you want one of those rings, et cetera, blah, blah, blah, but I'd rather not waste my time. It's not like I actually care.” Evelyn thought about that for a second and said, “I can understand that.” “Still,” he said, “I do have a job to do, and it's my one and only job, so I might as well take it seriously.” “Sounds like a plan,” Evelyn nodded, still wondering what was about to happen. “So, here's the deal,” the sphinx said. “I'm going to ask you three riddles, and if you get them right, I'll open this gate and give you a prize.” “Okay, and if I don't get them right?” “I will swoop down on you, tear your skinny body to pieces, and eat you.” Evelyn took a step back, raising her staff. “No, I'm fucking with you,” he laughed. “You just have to wait until tomorrow when I come back and ask you three more.” “That's not so bad,” Evelyn agreed. “I should think not! Are you ready?” “Sure,” she shrugged. “Oh wait, does everything have to answer your riddles to get through here.” “Of course,” he said with a touch of pride. “Good,” she nodded, though she immediately realized that this might not be the only way to get to where she was going and that the beast, or whatever, might know another way. “Your first riddle is this: ·       I get sensitive when teased and often come in pairs, ·       Everyone is born with me, but not everyone uses me, ·       I've been in everyone's mouth and cry when full. What am I?” “Ah, let me think a minute,” Evelyn said. “There is a time limit,” the sphinx said. “Is there really?” “Well, I'm not going to give an unlimited number of guesses or hang out here all day.” “I suppose that's fair,” she shrugged, “and you're a nipple.” “Correct,” he nodded. “Second riddle: ·       What is always in the south, but can be found in the north, ·       Has no friends but is fun at a party, ·       Likes attention though is often hidden from view, and is best when near you?” “That's trickier,” she frowned for a long moment. “A clit?” “Very good,” Oberon nodded. “Well, it's one of my favorite things,” she smiled up at him. The sphinx actually smiled and said, “I'm sure it is. You're pretty good at this. Ready for the third?” “I am,” she nodded. “What; ·       can arrive fast or slow ·       Has a rise and a fall ·       Is good the first time as the second ·       Involves one or many, and ·       is always an appreciated guest?” “Oh, I like the phrasing of that one,” Evelyn smiled, “and again, it's one of my favorite things: an orgasm.” “You may pass,” Oberon nodded. The gate beneath him slowly swung open. The sphinx pushed a bundle off his ledge to fall on the ground in front of Evelyn. “That's your prize.” Evelyn picked up a pouch that held a flask of water and had enough room for several apples as well as a strap that made slinging it over her shoulder easy and comfortable. “Thank you!” she grinned up at him. “You're welcome,” he nodded. “Good luck in there.” “I'll try,” she bowed a little and passed through the gate. When she looked back on the other side, Oberon had flown off already. The pouch made her life quite a bit easier. She gathered four apples to take along when she found the next tree and was able to take a drink whenever she felt thirsty. She almost found herself enjoying her long wandering through the labyrinth for the rest of that day. Passing the night in a rather uncomfortable tree cured her of her good mood, though. The next day began with yet another howl in the distance, and this time Evelyn was quite sure it was coming from someplace much closer. As a result, she quickened her pace, and decided to skip any masturbation breaks, no matter how horny she got. This proved a bit problematic when she got to her next distraction. Early in the afternoon, just after navigating a complex of particularly tight corners and switchbacks, she came to a fairly straight run that was unremarkable except for the open doorway halfway down the right side. Orangish light spilled out of the door and illuminated that part of the pathway. As Evelyn drew closer, she felt warmth washing over her for the first time in days and heard the unmistakable sounds of several individuals having a wonderful time together. When she could actually look through the doorway, what she saw made her stop dead in her tracks. Evelyn found herself peering into a sumptuous bedroom, not unlike those in the Manor, but with a redder, darker aesthetic. There was a fireplace warming the room, many candles suffusing the space with gentle welcoming light, a soft, thick black carpet, plush overstuffed chairs, and a large bed covered with what looked like a deep crimson duvet. Then there were the people… On the bed were at least four bodies entwined in a very appealing arrangement of shapely limbs and muscular torsos. Evelyn was particularly distracted by one very masculine backside, from the splendidly tight ass to the strong lower back, as its owner slowly and intently moved between a pair of beautiful long legs. As pleasing as the tableaux on the bed was, though, Evelyn's eyes were drawn to a scene much closer at hand. There, in a large armchair that bore not a small resemblance to a throne, reclined a staggeringly gorgeous woman with long, thick, dark hair tumbling down around her face and over her shoulders. She had a pair of breasts that were simply breathtaking, full and firm, rising and falling there in the candlelight. Her legs were long and strong, and parted so that a much smaller woman could kneel between them and go down on her. Evelyn noticed in passing that the tiny woman on the floor had a long, slender tail springing from the base of her spine and whipping slowly back and forth. The woman who was being pleasured there was watching Evelyn with a smile on her dark red lips. Evelyn noticed that the woman seemed to have little horns high on her forehead, but, like the other woman's tail, this didn't seem to bother Evelyn at all. Instead, she found herself wanting nothing more than to go into this room and worship those magnificent, beautiful tits. Somehow, though, she resisted, her fingers clutching the doorframe next to her. “Oh, do come in, sweet thing,” the woman in the chair said. “You look like you could use a bath and a good night's sleep, as well as some tender loving care.” “Thank you, but I really should keep going,” Evelyn said quietly. Her eyes followed the woman's hand as it moved over one of her own glorious breasts, giving it a squeeze and running a long red nail over her hard nipple. “Are you sure that's what you want?” the woman smiled. “There is so much pleasure to be enjoyed here. Why make things so hard on yourself?” “It's my quest,” Evelyn tried. “Silly child,” the woman chuckled. “What could you want out there? We have anything you might desire here.” To illustrate her point, there were now two naked people standing there on either side of the woman's chair, one man and one woman. Both were achingly beautiful, had those tiny little horns, and seemed to have tails swishing behind them. The woman was slender with lovely small breasts with nipples that seemed to want Evelyn to kiss them. The man was built like an athlete or a model and was sporting a generous erection that seemed to beckon to Evelyn. “I need to get one of those rings so I can come back to Eros…” Evelyn reminded herself. “Oh, but why would you ever want to leave?” the woman in the chair said. “Come in and stay with us. We'll make you so comfortable and give you so very much pleasure.” Evelyn closed her eyes and forced herself to concentrate. The gorgeous woman had overplayed her hand a bit. “So, if I come in, I have to stay, eh?” Evelyn asked, once again using her normal voice. “What would tempt you to leave?” the woman said with that seductive smile. “Well, variety is nice,” Evelyn pointed out. “We can accommodate that very easily.” The woman beside the chair was now Asian, and the man was black, and the room now appeared to be in a mountain lodge. Then the woman was black, with full breasts and a large cock, the man now looked just like Don, and the room was a library - a library featuring a large bed. Evelyn smiled and said, “It's a tempting offer, but no thanks. Have fun.” She turned and started back on her way. “Well done,” said a voice from overhead. “Hardly anyone can resist Beatrix.” “Hey, Horace,” Evelyn said as she craned her neck to get a look at the falcon as he circled overhead. “How much farther do I have before I get to the center of this damn thing?” “Oh, not far at all,” he replied. “It's just over there.” “She doesn't mean in a straight line, fool,” said the female falcon, who was now perched on a nearby wall. “Oh, right, let me have a look,” Horace said and flew off. “Thank you…” “Heather,” the lady falcon said, “and don't mention it. It seems like my job to keep him focused. You're doing very well, by the way.” “I am?” Evelyn smiled. “Thank you.” “Yes,” Heather bobbed her head. “By now the Beast would have caught up with most people.” Evelyn shifted her staff and looked around before asking, “Can you tell me more about this Beast?” “Big hairy brute,” Heather said. “Never gives up when he's got your scent, and he has yours.” “How far back is he?” “Hard to say. There are lots of ways to go down here. I'd guess you might have till dusk, give or take, if you hurry.” Evelyn's eyes grew wide and tried to think of another question to ask, but Horace returned and lighted next to his mate and said, “It's hard for me to say with your handicap…” “He means because you can't fly,” Heather clarified. “Yes,” Horace bobbed. “Wasn't that obvious? Anyway, you could be there in a couple of hours, but only if you go through the ghost cave. It'll take twice as long if you go around that.” “Ghost cave?” Evelyn asked as she started to move again, hoping the falcons would follow along. “Yeah,” Horace said. “You can't miss it, but it'll be on your left.” “Okay, but what do you mean 'ghost'?” “You know, disembodied spirits.” That was the most she could get out of the falcons, and Evelyn focused her efforts on hurrying along without tripping or missing the entrance to any caves, 'ghost' or otherwise. Horace had been right, the entrance to the cave would have been very hard to miss indeed. What was, effectively, a four-way intersection formed a small courtyard. The path Evelyn had been following continued on straight through and there was another pathway off to the right, but on the left a long series of broken steps led into the ground much further than any of the previous underpasses. There was a silvery blue glow at the bottom of those stairs and the air was decidedly cooler at the entrance to the passage. Evelyn was not a superstitious woman, but this was Eros, where things were odd, to say the least, and she had spent days wandering the “Dark Labyrinth,” had encountered talking birds, mer-people, and what she was thinking of as succubi, and was being chased by some kind of beast. The situation demanded that she take talk of ghosts quite seriously. Still, any concerns Evelyn was having were banished by the sound of yet another howl, much closer now and clearly from back the way she'd come. She hurried down the steps and into the cave.Evelyn's Seduction by the Ghost of the Labyrinth. As she neared the bottom of the steps Evelyn saw that the cave was filled with a thin glowing mist, which was responsible for the eerie silver-blue illumination. The glow would make navigating the underground passage much easier than Evelyn had feared. Adhering to her policy, she followed the left wall.Evelyn was happy to see that the cave was long enough, and straight enough, that it made sense to think of it as a rough, wide underground passage. She was less happy to notice that there were eddies and clouds in the mist that seemed to linger and move in ways that were… less than natural. As she hurried along, she was sure she felt light touches on her legs and arms, though she could see nothing that might have touched her. She felt a warm breath on her neck at one point but brushed it away and kept moving. It was only when she heard someone whispering something indistinct in her ear that she stopped and whirled around, her staff slicing an arc through the mist. Of course, there was no one there, but the mist swirled around her, seeming to gather around her body. She felt hands… well, she felt something just like hands moving over her legs, then up her body and arms. At first it felt like maybe there were two people caressing her, but then the sensations multiplied quickly, and Evelyn felt like there were a dozen or more pairs of hands moving over her skin, feeling and exploring her body. It was as if her breasts were being cupped, her ass squeezed, her face caressed, and her labia stroked, while her legs and arms, belly and back, were stroked and gently massaged, though she was standing there alone in the cave. In spite of herself, and against her plan to hurry through the cave as quickly as possible, Evelyn found herself getting very turned on by the ghostly attention. When it felt like several mouths, with their very tactile lips, teeth, and tongues, joined the spectral hands, kissing and licking at her skin, sucking and pulling at her nipples, Evelyn shuddered and moaned. She felt herself gently lifted into the air as invisible hands parted her legs. Then Evelyn groaned loudly as the sensation of several mouths pleasuring her pussy and clit flooded through her nervous system. She came there, floating in the mist, as hours and hours of frustration broke through the dam and washed over her in a tumbling storm of muscle clenching ecstasy. She was still shuddering and gasping when she felt something pushing up into her pussy. No, it was definitely somethings, plural. She was being filled quite nicely, but not more than she would by one good-sized cock, but they were moving separately, and the feeling was amazing! Every bit of her pussy was being stroked and stimulated at once. Plus, there was still the feeling of several mouths on her, licking her clit and sucking her nipples, while all those ghostly hands caressed her body. Evelyn felt herself surrendering, letting the ghosts, or whatever they were, have their way with her. She thought it would be wonderful to just float along like this, being made love to for… for… “No!” she shouted, much louder than she had expected. Immediately she dropped to the ground, landing painfully, and an angry, “Fuck!” As she picked herself up and looked around for her staff, Evelyn eyed the glowing mist all around her warily. When she had retrieved her staff and adjusted her pouch, she said, “Look, I'm sorry. You've all been really wonderful, and that was just really, really amazing, but I have to keep going.” Knowing the whole point of the ghost cave was probably to keep her from finishing the labyrinth, she was a bit surprised when the mist drew back and let her continue without any further temptations or interference. Even so, Evelyn spent the rest of her underground journey thinking about how intense her experience had been. She found herself thinking she would like to come back here. She wondered how it would feel to have the ghosts come inside her. Did they even have orgasms? These musings kept her rather distracted and very horny until she started up a rough-hewn set of steps at the end of the cave. Blinking in the relatively bright light of the overcast day, Evelyn looked around and tried to get her bearings. She was at another four-way intersection, and started to head to the left, as her system dictated. “No, go straight,” said Horace from overhead. “Hurry! He found a shortcut.” Stumbling a bit, Evelyn broke into a run. Her pouch was slapping at her wildly, so she wrestled it off and tossed it aside. This was one of those times she was glad she didn't have bigger tits. “Right and right again,” Horace shouted. Evelyn wanted to ask why the hell he hadn't been this helpful earlier but decided not to waste her breath at that moment. Instead she pitched herself around the two corners and ran flat out. “She's not going to make it,” Heather said from somewhere off to Evelyn's left. “Take this next left and then a quick right and the central clearing is straight ahead,” Horace continued. Evelyn made the jog to the left, scraping her shoulder on the corner, and sprinted. Ahead, she could see where the walls on either side of her came to an end and there was some kind of opening. Then she was through and running into a large courtyard that looked like it had once been nicely maintained but had since been left to ruin. Scraggly weeds and grasses pushed up between uneven stones and unruly bushes here and there suggested a long-forgotten attempt at landscaping. Some distance in front of her, there was a rise of stones with what looked like a fountain jetting water. She was going to make it! And the first thing she was going to do was clean herself in that damn water. Then Heather screeched, “Look out!” “On your right!” Horace added. When Evelyn saw the dark shape barreling at her out of the corner of her eye, all she could think to do was to dive into a roll. She was low to the ground when the beast hit her, hairy arms and long talon-like fingers grappling for her. Unable to get a good hold, it rolled past her and quickly sprang back up. Evelyn had rolled into a crouch, her staff raised and ready, and glowered at the beast, getting her first look at the creature. She didn't know what to call it. It looked a bit like a werewolf, but also a bit like an ape. Its arms were long, like an ape's, but its snout was more lupine; its ears were on the side of its head, but pointed, more like a dog's. Its back, as well as the back of its arms and its haunches, were covered with dark brown fur, and its flesh was a much lighter brown. It had hands with long fingers, like a chimp's, but feet more like a human's, though it did have long, hooked toenails, which probably helped it climb over the rocks and walls of the labyrinth. It had fangs and a long tongue that Evelyn could see clearly as it struggled to catch its breath. It looked at her with deep brown eyes. Of course, she also noticed that it had a nice-sized, and very erect, penis of the primate variety. Evelyn spent the second or two she had at her disposal to remember everything she knew about fighting here in Eros, and then the beast was springing at her. Of course, by the time the creature reached the place she'd been, Evelyn had sprung into the air and leapt over it, landing behind it. As he spun around, Evelyn's staff whipped across his snout with a loud crack. A spray of blood and spittle arced after the staff. “No!” Evelyn said, in a very different tone from the one she'd used with the ghosts. There she had mostly been addressing herself. The beast snarled angrily and dove at her again, this time higher. Rolling backward and falling, Evelyn let its outstretched claws fly over her. Then she shoved up with her feet, connecting with the beast's crotch and pushing it up and over. He tumbled past her with a confused yelp, as Evelyn sprang to her feet and spun around to face him. Again, her staff flashed along with her twisting motion, this time connecting with the beast's arm. “No!” she repeated sternly, in the tone of a woman reprimanding a misbehaving dog. Glowering at Evelyn, and rubbing its arm, the beast slowly moved around her, keeping his distance but clearly not leaving anytime soon. She turned with it, watching him warily. When he moved in again, it was much more careful, ready to change direction if his prey moved. When it decided it was close enough, he rushed in trying to catch Evelyn in its arms. Using a move she'd learned in aikido, though, Evelyn easily slipped away and gave the beast a sharp swat on its hairy ass as it blundered past. The creature spun quickly rounding on Evelyn, trying again to catch her again, but she easily ducked under his long arms. She also took advantage of the fact that it was off balance by using her staff to sweep its leg out from it. As it sprawled forward, she again smacked it on the ass, with the staff and quite hard. “No!” she said for the third time. This time, though she found herself smiling a bit. Fear had given way to relief, and thanks in part to the adrenaline certain other things were reasserting themselves. The beast had collected himself and was now watching Evelyn indignantly and rather suspiciously. Apparently, it wasn't used to its prey fighting back so well, if at all. “Are you going to behave?” she asked. It regarded her with a rather clear expression of confusion, but then slowly nodded his head. “Good boy,” she smiled. “If you'll be nice, I might give you a little treat.” The beast cocked his head to the side a bit and visibly relaxed. Keeping her staff in hand and ready, Evelyn took a few steps toward the crouching beast, again noticing its erect cock. When he didn't move away or react aggressively, Evelyn reached slowly out to pet his head and then scratched a bit. The beast responded with something that sounded like a happy murmur. “Good boy,” she said again. Staff still in hand, Evelyn slowly crouched in front of him, looking the beast in the eye. Leaning in a bit, she reached out to lightly touch his cock. The creature breathed a sigh, and Evelyn began to caress it more deliberately. Carefully watching for any sign that the beast would jump her, Evelyn wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it. Satisfied that the beast was docile enough, Evelyn said, “Lie down.” She nudged him backward until the beast was on his back looking up at Evelyn intently. Moving quickly, she straddled his hairy body and took hold of his cock. “See? If you behave yourself, we can have lots of fun together,” she smiled down at him as she rubbed his cockhead between her rather moist lips. Then she sank down on his thick, hard shaft with a deeply satisfied groan, loving the way his sex filled her. Dropping her staff at last, Evelyn braced her hands on the beast's broad chest and proceeded to slide up and down on his cock. The beast shoved up into her and reached up to hold her waist in its wiry hands. Evelyn leaned back a bit and started squeezing her tits tightly. With the beast's help she slammed herself down on him again and again, grinding her clit against his hairy body with each downward motion. Then she was crying out loudly as she came there, riding the fearsome beast she'd tamed. She shook on top of him, clutching her breasts tightly as her body clenched and pulled at him. As soon as she started to come down, she started moving again. The beast was all too happy to keep fucking her, and when it rolled her over on her back, Evelyn was only too happy to let him drive into her hard and fast. Evelyn's legs wrapped around the beast's furry hips and pulled him in, encouraging him to ravish her. The beast seemed to understand this, or was just following its instinct, because he was fucking her violently, hard, deep and rough. Evelyn cried out incoherently there in the middle of the Dark Labyrinth as she came again and again, until finally the beast's big cock swelled inside her and flooded her pussy with a bucketful of hot cum. “Oh yes! Good boy!” Evelyn called out as she shook with her own orgasm. “Damn!” She felt the beast drawing out of her and a long stream of his cum ran out of her. She smiled to herself and sat up a bit to look at the beast. It was crouched a few feet away, watching her. “Now wasn't that better than fighting?” she asked. When the beast nodded his head rather emphatically, she smiled and said, “Bring that over here. I'm not done with you yet.” In another moment, Evelyn was on her knees sucking on the beast's cock until she was sure he was ready to go again. Then, she walked him over to the steps leading up to the fountain. “Well, that was impressive,” Horace said from a nearby bush. “Enjoy the show?” Evelyn asked wryly. “Quite!” Heather said. “You definitely have charms to soothe the savage beast,” Horace chuckled. “Well, feel free to stick around and watch,” Evelyn laughed. Laying down on her belly on the edge of a stone riser, Evelyn had the beast take her from behind. He shoved into her hard, and Evelyn found herself enjoying the way the stone felt as it rubbed against her belly and tits. She worked her arm down between her body and the stone to stroke her clit as the beast fucked her relentlessly. Soon she was coming again, crying out partly for the benefit of the watching falcons but mostly because she was enjoying making a spectacle of herself, being fucked there by the wild beast. Only after she'd had several very satisfying orgasms, did Evelyn have him stop so she could turn around on the stone so she could look up at him as he fucked her. There was something so wildly, insanely decadent about having this wild thing mate with her, and Evelyn was happily surprised to find out how very into this she was. Soon she was coming yet again, clenching and groaning on his cock. Before Evelyn was quite done riding the waves of her climax, she could tell he was about to come again. She managed to push him back and pulled his cock to her mouth. Wrapping both her hands tightly around his shaft, and sucking on the fat head, she milked at him until she felt him swelling in her grasp. Then with a deep groan, the beast came for her. A huge gout of cum erupted into Evelyn's mouth and down her throat, but there was much too much for her to swallow and most of it spilled out of her mouth. Then a second spasm shook the beast and another deluge of cum splashed all over her face, throat, and tits. Laughing, and wiping some cum from her eyes, Evelyn smiled up at the beast and said, “Good boy. Now, help me up to that fountain so I can get cleaned up.” She heard Horace saying, “I'm telling you, honey, mammal sex is hot!” “Shut up, fool,” Heather laughed. “I wasn't arguing with you.” As soon as the cool water hit her, Evelyn found herself back on the grand porch in front of the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King. She was still rather drenched in the beast's cum. “Fuckers,” she breathed, and headed off to the showers. Chapter 10. The Lighted Stage & a Familiar Face “So, after she got one hundred men to cum for her, Evelyn had to make it to the center of something called the ‘Dark Labyrinth,'” Don continued. “She made friends with a pair of talking falcons, met some mermaids & mermen, answered a sphinx's riddles, and had sex with ‘ghosts.'” Toshia laughed, “You're moving way too fast!” With a smile, Don said, “Yeah, but it's her story to tell and we're running out of time.” “I suppose that's fair.” “But, I will tell you, she was being stalked by a 'beast' that sounds like a combination of an ape and a werewolf. She fought it off, got it to behave, and fucked it.” “Whoa!” “Yeah, it reminded me of your encounter with the Bull, only more violent.” “Sounds hot,” Toshia smiled. “That was my reaction, too.” “That's pretty fucking hot!” Don grinned at Evelyn. It had gotten dark while she was telling her story there by the poolside. “Yeah, I thought so too,” she laughed. “While I got cleaned up, I kept thinking about the whole thing and got pretty riled up again. When I got out of the shower, I threw myself into the big orgy for a couple of hours. Then, I went straight up to the council. I had cum running down the insides of my legs and drying all over my ass, tits, and face, but no one said a word or even seemed to notice.” Don laughed, “How did you keep a straight face?” “It wasn't easy,” she winked. “They gave me my next mission, which did not involve being teleported away. So, I went back out, rode the couch down, and got cleaned up before heading out. I was able to grab my clothes, too.” “Nice! So, what is your next mission?” “I'm on a pilgrimage to the Grove of Rati.” “Ah?” “Yeah, I don't know where it is, either, but the council gave me this compass to point me in the right direction,” she drew a small device from the pocket of her skirt and passed it to Don. “They said it points in the right direction.” “Well, that's handy,” Don said as he examined what did, indeed, look just like a normal compass, but had no cardinal or degree markings. “I have to get there on my own power: no riverboats, ships, or flying carpets. 'Can't even ride piggy-back.” Don passed the compass back and asked, “How long do you have?” “As long as it takes, I guess,” Evelyn shrugged. “I got the impression they think it will take quite a while.” “That sucks,” he frowned. “Yeah, but you're stuck here for a year, anyway, right?” “True.” “And just think of all the stories I'll have when I get back,” she smiled. “Yeah, that's true, too,” Don nodded. “Still, I'm going to miss you.” She kissed him and said, “I'll miss you, too, lover. I'll come back here as soon as I can.” “Okay, yeah, let's meet here at the Resort, poolside, as soon as we have some freedom.” “Deal! Stick to the other protocols but come back here when we get the chance.” “It's a good place to wait,” Don smiled. “You might not feel that way at the end of the year,” Evelyn pointed out. “Now, you said you had something in mind for tonight?” “I did,” nodded Don. “Did you get a chance to try the Lighted Stage while you were here before?” “I went in and looked around, but I didn't play there.” “I was thinking it was perfect for our particular situation,” he smiled. “Oh, good thinking. Let's go!” Evelyn grinned as she took his hand and led the way. “I don't remember the Lighted Stage,” Toshia frowned. “Yeah, it's past the Temple, in a corner we never got to. It's basically an exhibitionist and voyeur club. It's not much to look at on the outside, except that there are four video screens on the main wall that show some of what's going on inside. Anyway, when you go in, there are two doors - one labeled 'players' and the other labeled 'audience.' On the first one, it also says, 'All playing should be done on one of the stages,' and on the second it says, 'No playing with anyone in the audience, just yourself. Enjoy the show!'” “Oh, nice! It does sound perfect.” “Yeah, that's what I was thinking,” Don laughed. “Naturally, I went to the audience side, but I've been in the other part. There's a nice lounge there, where players can get cleaned up, have a bite to eat and something to drink, and find playmates. Oh, and there is a costume room, too, so they can roleplay appropriate to the stage they select, if they want to.” “Damn,” Toshia breathed. “I wish we'd tried that.” Don chuckled and continued, “That evening I went to the audience side, which is like a dimly lit club. There are comfortable chairs and benches, waiters moving around with drinks, and discrete stacks of towels here and there. The one side, though, is made up of seven stages - really just one-room sets - four on the bottom row and three above them. There is a balcony on the audience side so you can get a better view of the action on the second floor. The lighting is set up so that the stages are well-lit, but you can't really see the audience side people too clearly unless you really try.” “What kind of sets?” “They might change now and then, but one's got mirrors on all three walls and a big round bed in the middle that's constantly turning, very slowly. Another's set up like a honeymoon suite, all in red and pink. There's a locker room, an S&M dungeon, a cheap motel room, and one that looks like a pretty dirty bus stop. My favorite, though, is one that looks like a living room from the '70s. There's something so funny about that one, but it's sexy too… like, oh, sex is just happening here in the living room. Well, I think it's sexy.” Toshia smiled and said, “No, I get it.” “On the player's side, the door to each set has three lights over it, green, yellow, and red, and the players switch them appropriately. Green means the stage is completely free; yellow means it's being used but people should feel free to join in; and red means it's being used but they don't want anyone else joining in. I'm told hardly anyone uses the red light, but it does happen.” “I suppose people might have a particular scenario they want to play out,” Toshia mused. “Exactly,” Don smiled. “Anyway, it was already a pretty busy night when we got there. All but one of the stages was already being used.” As Don waited for Evelyn to make an appearance on one of the seven stages, he idly surveyed the other shows. Along the bottom row of stages, working from right to left: in the dungeon scene there was a naked man suspended by his wrists from a ring in the ceiling as a woman in leather alternated between spanking his ass with a big black paddle and teasing his very erect penis with her hand, as well as a young woman in a set of stocks who was being tormented by an older man doing things to her from behind; in the living room were three couples who seemed to be living out a rather enthusiastic swinger scene from a porno; on the big round revolving bed there seemed to be something just short of a dozen naked bodies thoroughly enjoying themselves; and on a bare mattress in the bus stop set three men were enthusiastically fucking and sucking each other. Don climbed the stairs up to the balcony and saw that five women were putting on a very appealing show in the big, central, honeymoon suite, and a woman wearing a cheerleader outfit was surrounded by five rather fit men in the locker room over to the right. Only the cheap motel set, on the left, was unused, so Don settled in to wait directly across from that, leaning on the balcony railing. From that position, as well as seeing much of what was going on down below, Don could watch the women in the honeymoon set, which made it quite easy to wait for Evelyn to turn up. Eventually, the motel room door opened, and Evelyn came in, followed by her two playmates. Evelyn was now wearing a bright pink tube top, a red miniskirt, fishnet stockings and stiletto heels. She had applied dark red lipstick and some serious eye shadow. Her two companions, a woman with black hair drawn back in a bun and a tall older man with blond hair, were dressed in surprisingly modest clothing, particularly for Eros. The woman was wearing a blouse and skirt and relatively low high-heels, and the man was wearing loafers, slacks, and a button-down shirt. Don immediately surmised that Evelyn was playing the role of a streetwalker picked up by a couple looking to spice up their relationship. Evelyn directed the man to have a seat in the chair in the corner, as she drew the woman with her to the bed. She got up on her knees on the bed and turned to face the woman, who she drew in for a long, deep kiss. Evelyn's hands moved over the woman's body, groping her through her clothes before she began to undress her. Evelyn pushed the woman's blouse down over her shoulders and promptly lowered her mouth to the newly exposed breasts. Don watched from his place at the balcony, as Evelyn eventually went back to making out with her new friend and then quickly removed her tank top, tossing it to the side, and then held the woman's head to her breast. Evelyn smiled over at the man in his chair, who so far seemed perfectly content to watch the two women. Only when Evelyn had stripped the woman of her skirt, and gotten rid of her own miniskirt, but left on her stockings and heels, did she beckon the man to join the women where they were sitting on the edge of the bed. Taking the lead again, Evelyn undid the man's pants and drew out his penis. Soon, she and the other woman were taking turns sucking and licking at what quickly became a long and very thick cock. Don watched as Evelyn tried to get as much of that monster as she could down her throat and then encouraged the other woman to do the same. Pushing the woman's head down on his fat organ, Evelyn smiled up at the man and said something the audience couldn't hear. Soon, with four feminine hands wrapped around his shaft, the man was spraying a shower of cum all over the women's faces and tits. Evelyn sucked on his head, apparently draining him of any remaining jizz, as the other woman licked up any cum on his shaft and balls. Evelyn said something else to the man, who smiled and nodded before stripping out of his clothes as he moved back to the chair to wait his turn again. Meanwhile, Evelyn had turned to the woman and proceeded to lick and suck up every bit of cum she could find. The woman returned the favor and the two of them eventually were lying on the bed making out intently. Evelyn gradually began to make her way down the woman's body, until she was half off the bed, going down on the woman, who definitely seemed to be enjoying what Evelyn was doing. Don was enjoying watching the woman writhing on the bed as Evelyn lay between her legs. His cock was rock hard in front of him, but he made a point of not touching it yet. The man whose cock was apparently quite ready for round two got up and crossed over to the bed, where he encouraged Evelyn to raise herself up until she was bent over at the end of the bed, her ass in the air while her face was still buried between the other woman's legs. Bending his legs and pushing his cock down, the man was soon fucking in and out of Evelyn, his hands on her hips pulling her back on him and shoving her forward into the woman on the bed. Don found himself entranced by the line of Evelyn's stockinged leg, stretching from her ankle there above that long heel up along her strong calf, along the line of her firm thigh as it flexed slowly while she was fucked, to her tight ass as the man

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Don Meets Pamela, the administrator of the rings. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Sitting down next to them, furthest from the throne, and next to Nicole, Don asked, “Have I missed anything?” “Well,” Nicole leaned over and pointed, “see that little woman there?” She indicated a truly tiny woman, who had long light brown hair, in an unruly mane, relatively long legs, and who seemed vaguely Mediterranean to Don. She was riding up and down on the cock of an athletic guy not too far from the foot of the stairs. “While you were gone, three different guys have come and gone. She was giving blow job after blow job and each one came on her face and tits.”“Nice,” Don smiled. “Right?” Nicole grinned as her hand slipped into Don's lap and began to idly caress his cock. Looking down he saw that her other hand was already busy between Stephanie's legs. “And see that cute young thing over there,” Nicole nodded, drawing Don's attention to a girl with short hair who seemed to be Japanese or Korean, and no older than the Nymphets. She was wrapped around a tall, black guy who was standing, holding her ass in hands as he raised her and lowered her on his prick. “A minute ago, there was another guy behind her… Oh, here comes another one!” Don watched as a tall, fit Asian guy with quite a few tattoos came up behind the young girl and seemed to begin fucking her ass. The girl seemed quite happy to be sandwiched there, and Don couldn't help remembering back to the Disco in the Manor when he had been behind Shelonda in a similar situation. He noticed that his cock was very hard in Nicole's hand. He decided it was time he returned the favor. Don turned to Nicole, who met him halfway with an open mouth. As they kissed, Don's hand moved up the inside of her smooth thigh to her moist labia. Nicole twisted around to give him easier access, and Don's fingers slipped up inside her. “Oh, it's about time!” Stephanie laughed, as she turned to get in on the fun. As Nicole leaned back against her, so that Don could get down between her legs, Stephanie proceeded to kiss the side of Nicole's neck and reach around to tease her dark nipples. Soon, Nicole was arching her back as Don's tongue focused on her clit and his fingers moved in and out of her eager pussy, and Stephanie sat on her face, grinding down on Nicole's now very talented tongue. Both Don and Nicole were diligent and soon both women had intense orgasms, but Don wanted to make Stephanie come too, so the women happily switched places. Don dipped his tongue into Stephanie's slippery, moist folds, as Nicole positioned herself over Stephanie's mouth. Intent as he was upon giving Stephanie her second orgasm, Don didn't notice that a rather large man had come up to stand in front of Nicole, who responded by sucking happily on the cock that was offered her. It was only when Stephanie had stopped writhing under his ministrations, and Don got up to move into fucking her, that Don saw the man in front of Nicole. Right away he noticed the stereotypical royal robes and the crown on the man's head. Don had no idea what the etiquette of this situation demanded, but his majesty seemed happily occupied at the moment, and Don was the only one of his group who hadn't come yet. So, with a shrug and a smile, Don reached down and pushed himself into Stephanie's waiting pussy. She kept licking Nicole's pussy and clit as Don shoved himself deep into her, fucking her intently, needing to come. Don found himself admiring Nicole's back and cute butt as much as Stephanie's thin, muscular body and heaving tits. Then Stephanie's exquisitely talented pussy was pulling him deep into a shuddering orgasm, his cock pumping cum deep into her. Don clenched, shook, and trembled there, slowly catching his breath. Then Nicole was trembling between Stephanie's mouth and the regal stranger's cock as her second orgasm had its way with her little body. The man Don had assumed was the king held Nicole's head in place as she shook and groaned. “Oh, yes! Very nice!” the big man smiled. He slowly stepped back, and then said, “Normally, sex up here isn't allowed, but you three looked so nice, and your mouth so inviting, my dear, that we made an exception. We're allowed to do that, of course.” Don had gently withdrawn from Stephanie, as Nicole also carefully moved off her face. “Your majesty, King of the Crimson Mountain?” Don asked as he helped Stephanie to her feet. “Yes, that would be me, or we,” the man chuckled. He was about six and a half feet tall and rather broad, not fat, but just built quite solidly. He had red hair, naturally, and Don was a bit surprised to note that his cock seemed a bit smaller than Don's. The king moved over to his throne and sat down, slouching back in it almost immediately. “You should really go down and join the party now, though,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “But I believe we have come to see you, your grace,” Don said quickly. “And see us you have,” the king nodded. “Well, yes… but…” “Your majesty,” Stephanie said, after wiping some of Nicole's wetness off her face, “we have come seeking rings.” “Rings?” “Yes, majesty,” Stephanie nodded, “black rings that let people come and go at will.” “My pretty young lady,” the king laughed, “you don't need rings for that. You may come and go as you will now.” “But these are rings that enable one to leave Eros and come back,” Stephanie smiled, apparently not in the least troubled by the king's evasion. “Why would anyone want to leave Eros?” the king asked. “We don't even need to leave our pleasure dome often, and never leave our beautiful hall.” “Well, your majesty,” Don tried, “we have friends outside Eros and we would like to see them again.” “Silly man,” the king laughed. “You should seek to bring your friends here. We are sure they would enjoy our pleasure dome. It is, after all, a dome of pleasure.” “That it is,” Don nodded, not sure how to proceed. “But how can we bring them back here if we can't leave Eros to get them and then come back?” “Oh, we're afraid we have no idea,” the king shrugged. Stephanie decided on a somewhat more direct approach. She stepped up to the throne and leaned forward in front of the king, taking his mostly-erect cock in her hand and beginning to slowly pull on it. Don was a bit distracted by his view of Stephanie's long, firm legs and her tight as, as well as her pussy, from which some of Don's cum was slowly leaking. Stephanie smiled and said, “Your majesty, do you know anyone who might know about such rings?” “Well,” he smiled, “we do know an awful lot of people. We meet many, many people here.” He was obviously enjoying what Stephanie was doing to him and was definitely enjoying the view of her breasts. “Have some of those people come here before us, looking for rings?” she smiled. “It's possible,” the king nodded, “a long time ago.” Stephanie began to slowly crawl up on the throne, straddling his lap. She leaned in close and asked, “Do you remember what you told them or what they did?” “Hum,” the king frowned, his eyes never leaving Stephanie's tits. Slowly he raised his hands to them. “Think carefully, your majesty,” she rubbed the head of his cock between her labia, teasing her clit with the spongy tip. Don's cum was coating the king's cockhead. She said, “It's very important.” “Well, we do recall that we are supposed to ask something…” the king murmured as his hands squeezed her tits, and he pinched her nipples. “Uh, that feels nice,” Stephanie murmured, while continuing to tease herself and the king with what she was doing with his cock. “What were you supposed to ask?” “We are supposed to ask if you know the secret,” the king said quietly. “The secret, eh?” Stephanie smiled. She pushed the king's cock up inside her at last, sinking down on him in one motion. Don and Nicole could clearly see quite a bit of Don's cum being pushed out of Stephanie's pussy to run slowly over the base of the king's cock and his balls. Stephanie leaned forward and kissed the royal mouth, and then began to grind herself against him. For several long minutes, as Don and Nicole just stood there watching, hands idly touching themselves, Stephanie just rode the king's prick, giving him a royal lap dance. The view of her tight, muscular ass and the bottom of the king's fat cock disappearing into her pussy was quite erotic. Finally, he was pushing up in his throne, groaning, and pumping his cum into her, where it mingled with what was left of Don's and began to run out over his balls. Stephanie smiled, kissed him on the forehead and then leaned in to whisper something in his ear. The king smiled, laughed, and said, “Why didn't you say so? Come right this way!” “What did she say?” Toshia wanted to know. “I didn't hear,” Don said a bit coyly. “You didn't ask?” “I did, but she wouldn't tell me. I eventually figured it out, but that's for later,” he smiled smugly. “Annoying,” Toshia scowled, “but fine, go on.” With sudden energy, the king lifted a rather startled Stephanie off his lap and set her down. All his former apparent ennui was gone as he swept out of his throne and started down the elevated walkway. They quickly followed him back to the circular sofa in the middle of the vast chamber. “Sit here and don't get up,” the king commanded. They hurried to obey, and then Stephanie started to ask, “Now what…?” but was cut off by the realization that the couch was rather swiftly rising through the air. “Oh hell!” Nicole gasped, reminding Don how much she hated riding the flying carpet. “A bit of warning would have been nice,” Don laughed nervously. He looked up again and saw that there seemed to be an opening in the apex of the dome, directly above them. Don fervently hoped it was an opening, since the flying couch didn't seem inclined to stop or even slow down before getting that high. The others saw what was happening and seemed to be coming. By the time they reached the ceiling they were all holding each other's hands tightly. Chapter 5. The Seduction Fortunately, what appeared to be a dark opening in the ceiling of the pleasure dome turned out to be an opening in the ceiling of the pleasure dome. Oddly enough, though, once they passed through that opening, they found themselves in a well-lit office, completely different from the over-the-top and dramatic Hall of the Crimson Mountain King they had just left. The circular couch was in the middle of an area flanked on three sides by oddly conventional chairs of the metal and plastic variety, the kind intended to be sat in for hours but designed to be uncomfortable after five minutes. There were potted plants in the two corners, and Don was pretty sure they were artificial. A beige carpeting covered the floor. It had vacuum track marks on it and there wasn't a speck of dust to be seen. The fourth side of the room was dominated by a large welcome desk, identified as such by a friendly sign that said “Welcome,” behind which sat a middle-aged woman wearing glasses and her brown hair piled high on her head. She glanced up at them as they came to a halt, peering over the rim of her glasses, and then promptly looked back at the computer screen off to her right. For some reason, it was the slightly yellowed screens between them and the fluorescent lights in the ceiling that seemed most incongruous to Don. Don, Nicole, and Stephanie shared puzzled looks for a moment before Don got up and moved toward the welcome desk. A name plate identified the woman at the computer as Gladys, who he now saw was fully clothed, in a fashion that seemed to him to be most appropriate in the 1970s. Don found himself suddenly acutely aware that he was stark naked, and was a bit happy that he wasn't sporting a raging erection at the moment. Toshia couldn't stop laughing and let herself fall over in the booth. Don waited patiently, but with a smile on his face, until she pulled herself back up and laughingly said, “Please, go on.” “Hello, um, Gladys,” Don started. “We're here about, uh, getting some rings.” “Case number?” Gladys asked without looking up. “I don't think we have one,” Don frowned and looked over to Stephanie who just shook her head. “No, we don't have one.” Gladys rolled her eyes a bit and fixed Don with an exasperated, over-the-rims look before finally saying, “Names?” They told her and she typed them into the computer. Without looking back up, Gladys told them to “Have a seat. Someone will be with you shortly.” They turned to return to the sofa, but it was already gone, presumably back to its place in the pleasure dome, so they reluctantly sat down on the plastic chairs, doubly uncomfortable in their nudity. “This is not at all what I was expecting,” Stephanie admitted. “What were you expecting exactly?” Nicole wanted to know. “Uh, definitely not this.” “Yeah, I was thinking something a bit more majestic or mystical or something,” added Don. They sat there in awkward silence for what must have been half an hour. This was easily the longest bit of completely idle time they had spent without anyone starting any sexual mischief. There was something about the setting, and Gladys's presence, that proved to be a wet blanket, or a cold shower. If Don had realized this was his last opportunity to have a threesome with these two women, he might have instigated something, but as it was, they waited quietly without much in the way of even conversation. “Wait, what?” Toshia cut in. “Yeah, this was the last time the three of us would be in the same room.” “You never saw them again?” “Oh, yeah, we ran into each other now and then, but never all at the same time.” “Still…” “Yeah, but at the time we were each just dealing with what was going on at the time. It was only later that we realized we should have said goodbye and had one last fling.” There was a buzz at the welcome desk, Gladys picked up an old-fashioned phone, listened for a moment, said “Yes, ma'am, right away,” hung up the phone, and called out “Stephanie Ayers,” as if there were more than just the three people waiting or as if Stephanie might have stepped out somewhere. Stephanie shot to her feet immediately and crossed to the desk. Gladys looked up, actually smiled, and said, “They will see you now.” She gestured to her left, indicating a door that Don was quite sure had not been there before. There was a black plaque on the door with white lettering that said “Interviews.” A bit nervously, Stephanie smiled and waved to Don and Nicole and went through the door. If anything, the mood in the waiting room was now even more awkward. Fortunately for him, Don was called in only about ten minutes later. He gave Nicole's hand a squeeze as he smiled and said, “See you on the other side, sexy.” “Good luck, I guess, Professor!” she smiled up at him. Don stepped through the door to find himself in a rather unimpressive and entirely mundane meeting room. A long wooden table took up most of the room and gathered around the far end of the table were five black-robed, hooded figures. Don assumed they were watchers and realized he hadn't seen any of those mysterious folks in quite some time. To his surprise, the one at the very end of the table gestured toward the chair at the end of the table nearest to Don and said in a clearly feminine voice, “Please have a seat.” Don was happy the seat he was offered was more comfortable than those in the waiting room, and he noted that Stephanie seemed to have warmed it up a bit for him. As he sat down, the woman at the other end asked, “Do you mind if we do without the hoods, Don?” “No, of course not,” Don answered, a bit surprised that he had been asked. As they each reached up and drew their hoods back, the one at the end explained, “The higher-ups insist on the hoods. They say it lends a certain gravitas to the situation, but we find it just makes things unnecessarily formal and uncomfortable.” It turned out that the woman under the hood was an attractive black woman with her hair buzzed down very close to her scalp. She smiled warmly at Don and said, “Welcome, Don. I'm Pamela, and I'll be conducting this interview. My associates are here primarily as witnesses.” On Pamela's right were an older gentleman with ebony black skin and short white hair and a white woman with short, straight dark brown hair. On her left were a young east Asian man with surprisingly light blond hair and another white woman with long, curly blonde hair. None of these “witnesses” said anything while Don was in the room. “Pleased to meet you, Pamela,” Don smiled. He took a sip from the glass of water that had been set there for him. “You have an interesting file, Don,” Pamela said, gesturing to a black binder on the table in front of her. “I was surprised that you didn't go home with Toshia.” “I would like to be able to return here after I go,” Don said. “Of course,” Pamela smiled. There was something completely uninviting about that smile, which Don found odd after all his time in Eros. “Otherwise, why would you be here?” “Right,” Don nodded. There was an awkward moment when Don wasn't sure if he was supposed to say something else, but Pamela finally said, “You understand that you will have to complete a number of trials, yes?” “Yes,” Don nodded again. “You seem a bit nervous, Don.” “Perhaps,” he smiled. “This is an odd situation, and I appreciate that I'm asking for something significant.” Pamela smiled again, “It will perhaps reassure you to know that we have a policy of allowing anyone who comes before us to try to earn a ring.” “Well, yes, that does help.” “Whether you accept the challenge and complete the trials is, of course, entirely up to you.” “Naturally.” “These trials will be difficult and may include a significant investment of time and energy, and may even pose a risk to yourself.” “I understand.” “Having reviewed your file and considered your case, we have decided that you will be given the standard seven trials. These will be selected specifically for you and may be substantially different from the trials given to others. Failure to complete the trials will permanently disqualify you from attempting a second set of trials but will incur no other penalty. Do you understand?” “Yes, I think so.” “Do you have any questions?” “Well, yes,” Don frowned. “Is there a limited time in which I need to complete the trials?” “There may be a time limit imposed on a particular trial, but in general no. You may take as long as you like to complete the full set, though some of them may not be the sort of thing at which you can make multiple attempts.” “Cool,” Don murmured. “Will you be giving me all of them at once, or…?” “You will be given one trial at a time. When you complete the trial, you will return here for evaluation and your next trial.” “Evaluation?” “There may be some question as to whether you have met the challenge satisfactorily.” “Hum, is there any way to appeal a decision that I think is unfair?” Pamela smiled, “What if I say there isn't?” Don frowned, imagining that there might be any number of ways in which things could go astray. “Let's cross that bridge if we come to it, shall we, Don?” “Okay,” Don smiled. “I probably don't have any other options anyway.” “Probably not,” Pamela nodded. “Any other questions?” “Well, will I be able to ask for clarification when I'm given a task to complete?” “Of course, within reason.” “Okay,” Don nodded. “I'm good.” “So, Don, do you accept the trials?” “I do,” he said very seriously. “Then your first task is to seduce Captain Sage.” Don gaped down the table at Pamela. He wasn't expecting anything quite so personally targeted. “Do you have any questions?” “Uh, no, I guess not…” Then Don found himself sitting on a towel on a sunny beach. Blinking around in shock at the abrupt transition, he slowly realized he was back on the beach outside Rendezvous. Toshia laughed again, “They got your number, eh, Professor?” Don rolled his eyes, “So it seemed.” “We should get out of here,” she said, fishing through her purse. “Please, let me,” Don grinned, easily getting his card out. “I've been dying to see you again, and this food has been wonderful.” “Okay but let me leave the tip. We've been taking up this booth forever.” “Is there somewhere we can take a walk?” Don asked. “If we're not going to be getting naked and sweaty, I'd like to stretch my legs while we talk.” “Sure, I know just the place, and maybe we'll get back to that other stuff later.” While there were several groups of people enjoying themselves on the beach, Don was disappointed to discover that there was no sign of Sage or the Maidenhead, and not even any gorgeous Price Is Right models about. He even checked in at the tavern where they had met the crew and captain on their first visit, but without luck. Don reasoned that, at least for now, he should assume that the watchers' council (thinking of them by this term made him laugh) had sent him to this location because it was the best place for him to run into Sage. At the very least, he could hang out here, more or less, for a few days. If Sage didn't show up in that time, he could decide on another course of action. He spent the rest of the day there on the beach. Fortunately, it wasn't too long before a young woman asked him what he was doing there all by himself. Don looked up a pair of gorgeous long legs to see a lovely thin woman with full breasts, orangish red wavy hair hanging down to her shoulders, and blue eyes smiling down at him. “I'm waiting for a friend,” Don smiled back up at her. “I could be your friend, if you like,” she suggested with an undeniably Scottish accent. She held out her hand, which, considering the fact that they were both stark naked, struck Don as funny, and said, “Viola.” He took her hand and drew her down to join him on the beach blanket, “Well, Viola, I'm Don, and I would like that very much.” Don spent the rest of the day there on the beach with Viola, in an unusually monogamous affair. They got to know each other there on the blanket, went for a refreshing swim, which naturally included more play, and then returned to the beach for more fun. From time to time, Don cast a glance out at the water and the tavern, but there was no sign of the Maidenhead. As evening drew on, he and Viola went in to Rendezvous itself in search of some fruit and a change of scenery. Not too far into the city they found a club called “Ambrosia's,” which turned out to be a smoky little jazz club that provided not only fruit but an assortment of juices to enjoy. There was an actual jazz combo on the little stage, and there were cozy dimly lit booths, a bar, stand-alone tables with little candles, and a dance floor where a few couples were slowly swaying to the music. The smokiness was the oddest part, for there seemed to be no one smoking, and nothing cooking. Second to that was the fact that the three musicians (bass, piano, and drums) were completely clothed. The patrons were all mostly naked, though one woman had stiletto heels and very sexy fishnet stockings. A pair of waitresses with very short skirts and breasts pushed up nicely by tops that were much too small for their job moved about serving drinks and fruit to their guests. After securing some fruit to satisfy their hunger, and sipping at their juices, Don suggested they dance. Viola was delighted by this idea, and, in a few seconds, he was on the dance floor with this beautiful, warm, naked, and very sexy woman in his arms, her body moving slowly against his own. Of course, his cock was rock hard between them, but since they had spent the afternoon having almost continual sex neither of them was in a hurry to get back to it. Again, Don found himself a bit amazed by how wonderful life was in Eros. He was a bit surprised when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a man of decidedly Mediterranean appearance, with short, black hair, brown eyes, and an athletic physique. The stranger smiled and asked in a decidedly Italian accent, “May I cut in?” Don looked down to Viola who smiled and shrugged. So, Don nodded to the new guy and stepped aside. As he slipped around to go back to the table with their drinks, Don noticed that Viola's new dance partner was blessed with a rather prodigious cock. Leaning on the table and sipping his juice, Don watched Viola dance, and that dance was gradually getting more overtly sexual. The gentleman's hands were moving over her slender, pale body, lingering understandably on her butt. Viola was returning the favor, and soon the two of them kissed for a rather long time. Don expected they would soon be moving at least to one of the booths, and wondered what he should do in that event, but then a new guy appeared and tapped Viola's current dance partner on the shoulder. This new fellow was black, with a light skin tone, close cut hair and beard, and a fit body. Don smiled a bit to himself as Viola began dancing with this guy, and the ritual of increasing heat started to repeat itself. The gentleman with the big dick looked around a bit, and eventually decided to join Don at his table. He smiled and said, “Hello, I'm Geraldo.” “Don,” he smiled and extended his hand. “Viola is a lovely woman,” Geraldo said, as he gestured for one of the waitresses. “That she is!” Don nodded. “Do you come here often?” “Most nights. It's my favorite club in the city.” After he got a few recommendations for other places to try, Don saw that Viola and her partner were again at a fevered pitch, and he decided to be mischievous. He excused himself from Geraldo, saying, “Don't go anywhere… actually, in a bit, follow my lead.” Then Don moved across the dance floor and politely cut in, taking Viola into his arms again. “Oh, hello there, Don,” Viola smiled up at him. “Welcome back!” “Did you miss me?” he smirked. “Of course!” she laughed. “I must say, though, that I have been kept very well entertained in your absence.” “That's good to know.” He bent down and kissed her deeply. As they swayed together, he made sure to continuously caress her body. For her part, Viola squeezed his butt in her hands and then reached between them to grasp his cock tightly in her hand. This might have led to mischief right there on the dancefloor, if Geraldo hadn't interrupted by cutting in again. “Oh my!” Viola laughed as Don smiled and gave up his place. He returned to their table to meet Viola's other dance partner, Daniel, who seemed to enjoy the game of getting Viola all riled up as much as Don and Geraldo. After a few rounds of the men taking turns dancing with fair Viola, Don asked Geraldo if there was a place nearby where they could take her that might be a bit more accommodating than the booths. Naturally, it turned out that there were rooms available upstairs. He told Geraldo what he had in mind, and then moved to take his turn with Viola. Don found himself remembering the situation he had orchestrated for Toshia back on their second day in the Manor. “Are you having fun?” he asked after kissing Viola. “Oh yes, very much!” she said in her adorable Scottish accent. “Do you trust me?” “I suppose so,” she nodded. “What do you have in mind?” “It's a bit of a surprise,” he smiled as he nodded over to Geraldo and Daniel. “But you must be sure to tell me if you want to stop.” “Oh, okay,” she nodded again. “Shall I say something specific?” “How about ‘professor,'?” She frowned a bit and said, “Okay, then, if I want you to stop, I'll say ‘professor.'” The Seduction of Captain Evelyn Sage Task One: The Seduction of Sage. “Excellent,” Don smiled and then nodded to Geraldo who had come up behind her and who now took one of the cloth napkins that were on every table in the club and tied it about her head as a blindfold. “Oh!” she said, grasping at Don a bit tighter.Viola was cheerfully compliant as the three men guided her across the dance floor and to a staircase in the back corner of the club, where Geraldo promptly lifted her in his arms and began carrying her to the second floor. She responded to this by giggling and throwing her arms around his neck. Don led the way down a narrow corridor, past a couple of open doors, and then pushed open one that had been ajar. The room was lit with a red glow and was dominated by a king-sized bed with black satin sheets. There wasn't much room for anything else in the room but the bed. The room was just the kind of place he had been expecting from the club downstairs. Don made way for the others, making a point to leave the door wide open, just in case anyone wanted to watch from the corridor, or perhaps join in. Geraldo gently laid Viola on the bed, and she promptly reached out to caress the soft sheets. Having been lucky enough to enjoy Viola for hours earlier, Don was content to let the other two guys lead the way, and they did not hesitate. Geraldo was already on her right side, so he bent down to run his hands over her body on that side, while Daniel did much the same on the other side. Daniel was the first to lower his mouth to her soft pale breast, covering her hard pink nipple with his mouth, but Geraldo was first to move his hand up the inside of her thigh so that he could stroke her dewy lips with his fingers. Don inched around Daniel and got up on the bed over Viola's head. He ran his fingers lightly over her pretty face and then bent down to kiss her upside down. She moaned a bit in Don's mouth when Geraldo's playful fingers found her clit. It only took a moment of manual stimulation before Viola was arching her back high on the bed, her fists clutching the sheets, as a long, intense orgasm tore through her slender body. Geraldo's fingers pushed into her and his thumb kept stroking her clit, and Viola was writhing on the bed as wave after wave of climax swept over her. As she slowly came down, Viola's hands reached out for the men around her. Still blindfolded, she groped about for anything, finding Daniel's cock with her left hand, and Don's head with her right. She would have connected with Geraldo, but he had moved around to the foot of the bed where he ran his hands up the insides of her legs, spreading them wider. He crawled up on the bed, big cock in hand, until he could push the fat head of it down between her labia. “Oh yes!” Viola exclaimed in her accent, “Fuck me, please!” Geraldo smiled, but teased her a bit, rubbing himself up and down and over her clit a few times. While he was doing this, Viola was pulling Daniel's cock toward her, with Daniel following along obediently. Don pulled away and moved around to where Geraldo had been a moment earlier, and bent down to suck Viola's right nipple into his mouth. He pulled hard on it when Geraldo pushed his thick cock slowly into Viola's very wet and ready pussy. “God, yes!” she groaned. Her legs hooked around Geraldo's thighs and pulled him in closer, and he proceeded to begin slowly and steadily fucking in and out of her. Daniel leaned over a bit to let Viola's mouth take his very hard cock in. She twisted a bit on the bed to get a better angle on it, and Don released her tit to make this easier for her. Don looked around and grabbed a pillow to ease under Viola's head, and then sat back for a moment, just enjoying the show. Her pale body was a work of fluid, dynamic art lying there working against Geraldo's olive skin as they fucked and twisting to the side so she could eagerly suck on Daniel's cock. Don thought that if he were a sculptor, he could present sexuality itself if he could adequately capture the line of her spine in that moment. As that moment came and went, though, Don thought he should get back into the action. He leaned down and brushed the hair away from the side of her neck and began kissing it lightly as his hand slipped around to cup her warm right tit in his hand, rubbing his palm against her hard nipple. Viola's right hand moved down between them until it found Don's erection and began pulling and squeezing it. Don groaned his approval as his fingers pinched and twisted that sensitive nipple. Geraldo was now fucking Viola with much more vigor, driving into her forcefully, making her whimper around Daniel's cock and her tits jiggle. Don's hand released her nipple and moved down over her firm belly to find her clit, just above Geraldo's thick shaft. Soon, Geraldo was moving in and out of her in short rapid strokes as Don played with her clit. Viola began moaning and shaking between them as a slow, intense orgasm built up to a white-hot explosion. She let Daniel's cock slip from her mouth as she cried out incoherently. This was apparently Geraldo's cue, because it was then that he shoved hard up into her and groaned loudly, announcing his own orgasm. Before she'd even stopped shaking from her own orgasm, Viola had gone back to sucking hungrily at Daniel. Smiling a bit to himself, Don drew away from Viola's neck, got up to his knees and tapped Geraldo's shoulder. Smiling in return, Geraldo got the idea and slowly withdrew his slippery cock from Viola's messy cunt. Don and Geraldo switched places on the bed, but Don had an idea of how to make things work a bit better. With Geraldo's silent help, and Viola's eager cooperation, they coaxed her over and up on her hands and knees. Soon, she was back to sucking Daniel and Don was pushing his own cock into her cummy pussy. Don took his time, enjoying the feeling of Viola's pussy squeezing and pulling on him and the view of her sexy butt and back. He caressed her ass, for a moment, then pulled himself out of her again, replacing his cock with his fingers. Don worked his digits in and out of her several time, covering them with a slippery mix of her wetness and Geraldo's cum. Then, as he pushed his cock back into her, Don smeared her tight little butthole with the natural lubricant, which was so effective here in Eros. Viola murmured encouragement and pushed back toward him as Don pushed his thumb up into her butt. While this was going on, Geraldo had moved around to kneel in front of Viola, next to Daniel, and she was stroking his fat, slippery cock as she deepthroated Daniel. With each thrust into her pussy Don shoved Viola forward onto Daniel's lucky cock. Then Daniel threw his head back and groaned, his hands on either side of Viola's head holding her there as he pumped his hot cum down her throat. While Viola swallowed and caught her breath, Don took the opportunity to withdraw his cock once again, but this time he adjusted himself so that the purple head was pressed against her sweet rosebud. “Oh yes, please!” the blindfolded girl said over her shoulder. She groaned happily as Don slowly pushed himself into her. Don closed his eyes, momentarily overwhelmed by the hot, tight sensation. He held on to Viola's hips as he slowly sank into her, feeling her body gradually giving way to the insistence of his phallus. When he had filled her, Don slowly drew almost all the way back out, before pushing back in. All the while, Viola hung her head, moaning in something more primal than pleasure. Geraldo apparently decided that the blindfold had served its purpose, so he gently untied it and let Viola look up to see the two of them in front of her as well as their still mostly hard organs. Soon, she was going back and forth between them, licking and sucking, as Don steadily fucked her ass. He hadn't come yet but was in no particular hurry to climax. When he could tell that she had the other guys fully hard again, Don thought it was time for another change. He leaned over Viola's lovely back and whispered his plan in her ear. With Geraldo and Daniel's help, Don and Viola rolled over so that he was lying on the bed and she was face up, his cock still happily filling her ass. As she leaned back on him, Don reached around to cup her breasts in his hands. Then he felt the pressure as Daniel pushed slowly up into Viola's pussy. She responded to this with a long string of enthusiastic, but wordless, murmurs rising in pitch and volume, until her pussy was about as full as her ass. Then Daniel began to fuck in and out of her and she shrieked as yet another orgasm hit her hard. Don just held on to her as her body shook and clenched on him. When she was again able to actively participate, Viola turned her head to the left so Geraldo was able to push his thick cock into her mouth. It was too big for her to get all of it in, but she did her best, as Daniel plowed away and Don held on to her body, keeping his cock shoved up deep into her backside. Don felt Daniel's cock swelling against his, and heard his partner in fucking groan, “Yes, I'm going to come again!” In just another minute or so, Don felt Daniel's cum running down over the base of his cock and his balls as the other man drew out of Viola's pussy to trade places with Geraldo. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Viola whimpered as Geraldo pushed his big cock back into her pussy. With Don in her ass and Geraldo's monster fucking her pussy she could do little more than hang on as the two men had their way with her body. Geraldo was kissing her passionately, and Don was squeezing her tits, his hands between her chest and Geraldo's, and Geraldo was fucking her with almost violent abandon. Her legs were up around his waist, crossed at the ankles, pulling him into her. Don just concentrated on keeping himself up inside her. Then an animalistic growl rose up from deep inside Geraldo's chest and Don felt that big cock spasming inside Viola's tight cunt, and again another man's cum was running out over his balls. Viola was now in a state of constant shuddering and moaning, interrupted only by a mew of quiet complaint when Geraldo drew out of her. With a shivering sigh, Viola let herself collapse back on Don, who kissed her shoulder and neck as he slowly rolled with her so that they were lying together, spooning, on the bed. His cock was still deep in her ass, and he hadn't come yet, but he could tell she needed a break. Each of the other guys bent down to kiss Viola lightly and then slipped out of the room. Don just held her there. It was several minutes before she stirred against him, and looked over her shoulder and said, “That was amazing, Don. Thank you.” “You're very welcome,” he smiled. She squeezed herself tighter on him a bit and said, “I want you to cum in my ass, Don.” “Uh, I think I can oblige you, Viola.” In very short order, Viola was face down on the bed with a pillow under her belly and her butt up as Don fucked her ass deep and hard until he closed his eyes and the whole world fell away as he pumped what felt like a geyser of hot cum into sweet Viola's bowels. His body clenched and shook from head to toe as his cock spasmed inside her tight, hot grip. “Yes, yes, just like that,” she sighed. Within five minutes they had fallen asleep in each other's arms. “That's how the next week or so went,” Don explained. “I'd spend the day at the beach, keeping an eye out for the Maidenhead and then go back into town for the night. Most days I'd find plenty to keep myself entertained and there was always something interesting at night.” “What happened to Viola?” “Oh, during the night another orgy broke out down the hall that woke us up, and we got separated in the confusion,” Don laughed. “Too bad,” Toshia mused. “She sounds like fun.” “She definitely was! But that wasn't such a rare quality in Rendezvous.” “I suppose that's true.” They were walking arm-in-arm along the sidewalk in a park. “So, you had to wait a week?” “Give or take,” shrugged Don. “I came to realize there were a lot more boats and ships on that sea than I'd realized. I saw quite a few sailboats, some yachts, and even one huge cruise liner that put in at Rendezvous for one night. Things were busy that night!” “I'll bet!” she laughed. “Did you get to go on that ship?” “No, I was worried about getting too distracted during the day, and then I was too distracted during the night.” “‘Figures!” “Yeah, but I imagine it must be a bit like a normal cruise ship with a bit of the Manor mixed in.” “But with that XYZ sea air…” she smiled. “It must be intense.” “Like being on the Maidenhead, eh?” he smirked over at her. Toshia met his smirk with an open grin and said, “Exactly!” Don remembered seeing her enjoying herself on that last voyage and was momentarily caught up thinking about how hot that had been to watch. After a moment, though, he collected himself and said, “Anyway, eventually, the Maidenhead sailed into view and dropped anchor just where she had before. I cleaned up in the water, and as soon as the first load of sailors had been dropped off by the tavern, I caught a ride out to the ship. I told Sage I had a proposition for her but that she'd probably want to wait until most of the crew had gone ashore. She was curious but patient, and must have trusted me, because she let everyone go ashore, leaving just the two of us.” “So,” Sage said, fixing Don with a quizzical gaze, “where's Shelonda?” They were sitting together at the table in the captain's cabin, the windows and door open for the cool evening air. Candles were burning and they had a pitcher of water and a bowl of apples between them. “Oh, well, she seems to have gone back home,” Don frowned a bit, in spite of himself, “you know, back to the ‘real' world.” “Ah, too bad,” she smiled, “that lass was a good time.” “She was,” Don nodded. “And, by the way, I didn't see Jasmine…?” “Aye, I traded her in the bazaar for some new sheets.” Don was surprised by a couple parts of this claim. Apparently, his shock and confusion were written all over his face, because Sage laughed a bit and said, “She wanted to be traded, Don. Tis a bit o' roleplay, though here tis hard to tell the difference at times.” “And there's a bazaar?” “Aye, on the other side o' the sea there be a vast desert an' on the coast a city o' palaces where there be a bazaar.” “Interesting,” Don said. “I'd like to see that someday.” “We'll be sailing back there afore long,” Sage said. “But ye said ye had something to discuss…” “Aye,” he nodded, unconsciously adopting her manner for a moment. “Do you remember when I told you about those rings?” “The rings that let you decide which world to be in?” “Yes, exactly. Well, I found out how to get one.” “Oh?” Don found himself suddenly doubting the plan he'd decided upon. For the first time in a long time he felt quite a bit less than confident. Sage was no amnesiac Sister to be bested in battle. She was someone who had given her decisions a great deal of thought. Don's plan actually counted on that, but there was a rather large chance that she wouldn't cooperate. With an inward shrug he decided there was really only one way to go: tell the truth. So, Don said, “Some friends and I found our way to the Pleasure Dome of the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King.” Sage laughed loudly, which made Don laugh in turn, which also helped him relax. “That's quite a mouthful,” she grinned. “That's what she said,” Don couldn't resist. This made Sage guffaw loudly. “Anyway,” Don eventually resumed. “To get a ring I have to complete a number of trials.” “You and your friends, or just you?” “Oh, well, they each have their own trials.” “I see,” she nodded. “Go on.” “Well, my first trial is, well, you.” “What?” “My first trial is to 'seduce' you.” Sage sat back in her seat and looked at him with a thoughtful frown. After a moment, she said, “I don't think I like the word 'trial' in there.” “Well, yeah, I get that,” Don frowned. “Would 'task' be better?” “Hum,” she scowled, then leaned forward again. “So, tell me who gave you this, let's call it a 'mission'… no, that's too close to 'missionary.' Let's say 'assignment.' Who gave you this assignment?” Don backed up and told the story of the King, the flying sofa, the waiting room, and the council of watchers. She thought about all of this for a few minutes, then said, “So, of all the things they could have you do, they decided to send you to sleep with me?” “Yeah, apparently.” “And of all the women in Eros, Don, they send ye to me?” “Uh huh.” “That be interesting, Don,” she said thoughtfully as she stood up. She began to shrug off the light, velvet jacket she'd been wearing. “Tis most interesting, t'me. Why d'ye suppose that is?” Don watched her as she tossed the jacket over the back of her chair and then started unlacing the tight-fitting bodice-vest she wore. “Ah, why it's interesting?” “No,” she fixed him with her eyes as she slipped out of the vest, letting it fall to the floor. “Why me?” Don was having a hard time not looking down to her small, perfect tits but he wanted to make sure he looked her in the eyes as he said, “They seem to know a lot about me. I think they know that you're special for me.” “Special, am I?” she smiled. She was untying the cord that kept her skirt cinched about her waist. “Very,” Don nodded as her skirt fell to the floor. “There's something about you… when I first met you.” She sat back down in her chair and began to untie her boots. “So, ye be fond o' me, eh? An' ye think those watchers know this an' sent ye here…?” “Yeah, something like that.” She kicked off her first boot. “Sounds like a fortuitous bit of wish fulfillment, doesn't it?” “Uh, yeah, I guess it does,” Don admitted. He was a bit more thrown off by her abrupt abandonment of the piratic style than he was by her casual disrobement. Her second boot hit the floor and said, “Frankly, there's a lot about this whole situation that's weird.” She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, for a long moment, looking Don in the eye. Slowly she smiled, “I like that you were up front about all this, Don. It means a lot, honestly.” He smiled, “I'm glad.” “So, are we going to do this, or what?” she said as she stood up and moved over to the foot of the bed that took up half of the cabin. A bit stunned by how perfect her ass was, he followed close behind her, so that when she turned around to face him, he gently caught her chin in his hand and lifted it so he could lean down and kiss her upturned mouth. It was a light, tender kiss at first, but it quickly grew in passion. Don's hands moved over her warm skin down to that firm, muscular ass. He felt her hands doing much the same, though, after squeezing his butt, one of her hands slipped around to squeeze his cock rather tightly. She broke their kiss and said, “I'm looking forward to seeing what you do with this,” she gave the cock another squeeze, “but first, I've been wanting you to do that thing with your mouth the girls enjoyed so much.” She sat down on the end of her bed and spread her legs for Don, who promptly knelt on the floor before her. Don ran his hands over the smooth, firm flesh of her inner thighs. On the one hand, he wanted to savor this moment, but on the other, Sage definitely didn't seem to be much in the mood for a lot of foreplay. He compromised by lightly running his thumb over her labia before leaning in to kiss them. Closing his eyes for a moment, he ran his tongue over her, just barely making contact, and then kissed the hood that was hiding her clit. Using the tips of his fingers, Don gently spread her open to run his tongue up between her labia, savoring his first taste of her nectar. As his tongue got to her clit, Sage murmured, “Hum, yes, that's the spot.” Don pressed his lips to her clit, applying just a bit of suction, before running his tongue over it again, and then moving down to lick between her lips again, this time pushing it deeper into her. At the upper end of this motion, he paused to slowly drag his tongue over her clit, finishing by pulling it into his mouth, where he sucked it a bit more before letting it slip slowly away. Don repeated this general process a few more times, lingering longer on Sage's clit each time. As her juices began to flow, Don slowly eased a finger up inside her and focused his oral attention on her clit. Sage responded to this by scooting forward a bit and using her left hand on Don's head to keep him in place. Of course, Don had no intention of going anywhere else. He was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Sage's clit against his tongue and her reactions to what he was doing. He was loving the taste of her and the soft little sounds she was making. He was licking at her slowly, intently, pressing his tongue against her, as now two of his fingers moved in and out of her wet vagina. Don felt the spongy tissue of her g-spot and made sure to rub against it with each inward and outward stroke. Now and then he would pause his licking to suck her clit into his mouth again, pulling on it for a long moment before slowly releasing it. Sage pulled him tighter to her, and Don began to turn his head from side to side a bit and increased the speed of his tongue's strokes, leaving the pauses aside for now. As his licking intensified, his fingers pushed up into her more insistently, more forcefully. Sage's legs were wrapped around his body, her heels digging into his back. Looking up, he saw that her right hand was squeezing her tit hard. Her eyes were closed, and her abs were taut as her body concentrated on what Don was doing to her. Then, almost without any warning at all, Sage was groaning loudly, rocking her hips, and her pussy was clenching and pulling on Don's fingers. Her groan climbed up to become an “Oh fuck!” Don pushed his fingers all the way up inside her and sucked hard on her clit, holding it there as she shook all around him. She kept at it for what seemed a very long time, just holding still there as her whole body spasmed intently. “Holy fuck!” she breathed finally. Don let her clit go and gave it a little parting kiss, but then Sage said, “Do that again!” “Uh,” Don grinned, “with pleasure!” He started lightly, to avoid irritating her now sensitive clit, but got back up to the right intensity in fairly short order. When Sage was coming again, he was deeply happy that he had given her such pleasure. As she held Don there rubbing herself against his mouth, she exclaimed, “Holy fucking God fuck! Fuck!” As she began to come down, Don thought she would need a moment to catch her breath, so he released her clit and withdrew his slippery fingers from her grasping pussy. He sat back on his heels with a happy grin. But Sage wasn't interested in catching her breath or taking a break. With sudden, surprising energy, she slipped off the end of her bed to straddle Don's thighs and caught his head in her hands. She kissed him hungrily, with a passion that he found delightfully shocking. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, then licked at her wetness on his cheeks and face, and she was biting at his lips, tugging on them, as her left hand snaked down between them to grasp at his very hard cock. She kept kissing at Don's face as she got his prick in just the right position and then promptly sank down upon it. They both groaned as their bodies finally came properly together. With only the slightest moment to rock herself against the base of Don's cock, Sage began to ride up and down on him. Her thighs flexed, pushing up, and then she sank down again, hard and fast, all while continuing to make out with Don. Her hands held onto his head and then wrapped around him as their bodies moved together, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Don was holding her ass tightly in his hands, helping to raise and lower her. Sage bobbed up and down on him in a frenzy, working her body against him, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock with each violent impalement. Don could feel his cockhead battering her cervix. She let go of his head, and reached around to clasp his back, digging in with her nails. Her mouth moved down Don's neck and then she bit his shoulder. Don buried his face in her neck and mane of red hair. He'd never been fucked so intensely in his life. He just held on to this wild woman and did what he could to help her use his body. Sage was grunting animalisticly and then crying out inarticulately as she suddenly clung tightly to Don, every inch of her clenching and spasming with the most intense orgasm he had ever felt a woman have. Before she stopped shaking Sage had wrapped her arms and legs around Don and was kissing his shoulder and neck. He was sure he felt tears on her face as she held him. With one hand holding on to her ass and the other clasping the small of her back, Don pushed up, and was able to stand with surprising grace—in that he neither dropped Sage nor fell over. Carefully, he moved the short distance to the end of the bed and managed to kneel a little before lowering Sage and himself to the bed. He rose up enough to look down into her face. Sure enough, her eyes were wet with tears. “Are you alright?” he asked. She nodded and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Yes,” she laughed brokenly. “I guess I just needed that more than I realized.” Don just smiled down at her, holding still inside her. She blinked up at him for a long moment, but then apparently realized they weren't still fucking. She frowned a bit and asked, “You're not done, are you?” Don's smile became a grin, and then he laughed. He watched her face as he drew almost all the way out of her and then drove back in. Her frown went to a happy smile in a matter of seconds. As Don continued to fuck in and out of her, slowly building up the pace and force, her eyes closed, and her head drew back. Don leaned down to kiss her throat and shoved still harder into her. This elicited a deep guttural groan from Sage, and she squeezed him tighter to her with her legs and arms. In turn, Don slipped his hands up under her to hold on to her shoulders, enabling him to pull her down on his cock as he fucked into her with short quick strokes. The intensity of Sage's response to him, coupled with his desire for her and what had been a rather long period of unfulfilled lust, particularly in Eros, was driving Don into a state of arousal quite unlike any he could remember. His cock felt enormous, gripped tightly by Sage's strong, silky pussy. His balls felt like they were close to exploding with cum. And yet, he felt like he couldn't stop fucking this amazing woman. Don felt almost like he was trying to literally fuck himself into Sage. He needed to be inside her! Then he felt her nails digging into his back again, and he heard her crying out, “Oh, God! Don!!” Her body was squeezing and pulling at his rigid, engorged cock and then… and then… Don's world was shattering as his balls clenched and he drove into Sage, pumping a hot flood of cum into her. He felt his teeth grinding together and he vaguely heard himself groaning long and loud, as his body continued to erupt inside her. When Don finally opened his eyes, he saw Sage looking back up at him, with a happy smile and glazed eyes. “Wow!” she breathed. “Uh huh, yeah,” Don nodded. “Wow!” “Okay,” she pulled his head down and kissed him long

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L.T. General Keith Kellogg, Fox News Contributor, former National Security Adviser To Trump and VP Pence, former Chief Of Staff Of National Security Council In The Trump Admin, author of War by Other Means: A General in the Trump White House, joined the Guy Benson Show today to discuss the latest on a potential terror threat in the United States coming across the southern border. Kellogg and Benson also discuss the ongoing war between Russia and Ukraine and what an ending to the war might look like. Listen to the full interview below! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Is your business email system secure? What steps did you take to assure it?In this episode of Little Blinking Light, AE Tech Design President Roger Ferworn and Richard Piet discuss the considerations and perhaps lesser-known facts about the security of email.Episode ResourcesAE Tech Design websiteBook an Appointment with AE Tech DesignAE Tech Design, experts in effectively designing technology and managing technology implementation, share that expertise in the Little Blinking Light podcast.This episode is produced by Livemic Communications.

Today, you'll learn about a new AI developed to help doctors identify and treat diseases like cancer, why watching sports might give our sense of wellness a boost, and the real reason we blink so much. AI Medical Research “Mayo researchers invented a new class of AI to improve cancer research and treatments.” EurekAlert! 2024. “The Rise of Hypothesis-Driven Artificial Intelligence in Oncology.” by Zilin Xianyu, et al. 2024. Watching Sports “The joy of sports: How watching sports can boost well-being.” EurekAlert! 2024. “Watching sport enhances well-being: evidence from a multi-method approach.” by Keita Kinoshita, et al. 2024. Blinking “Why do we blink so much?” EurekAlert! 2024. “Eye blinks as a visual processing stage.” by Bin Yang, et al. 2024. Follow Curiosity Daily on your favorite podcast app to get smarter with Calli and Nate — for free! Still curious? Get exclusive science shows, nature documentaries, and more real-life entertainment on discovery+! Go to https://discoveryplus.com/curiosity to start your 7-day free trial. discovery+ is currently only available for US subscribers. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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For some, it might seem a little scary to trust open source software as the basis for a critical program in your business.But, should we really be afraid of it? Hear AE Tech Design's Roger Ferworn and Richard Piet discuss why it may not be all that frightening.Episode ResourcesAE Tech Design websiteBook an Appointment with AE Tech DesignAE Tech Design, experts in effectively designing technology and managing technology implementation, share that expertise in the Little Blinking Light podcast.This episode is produced by Livemic Communications.

Let's talk about MTG blinking, Johnson, and the US House.... --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/beau-of-the-fifth-column/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/beau-of-the-fifth-column/support

Dr. Cremers goes over the importance of blinking and the potential connection to Alzheimer's disease.

Blink once if you can hear this. Blink twice if you want to know…

Don't listen to them, Baby Ty. You don't have to respect Ty Betteridge. Not even if you are Ty Betteridge.[Warning: This episode contains a depiction of violence. Listener discretion is advised.]There will be an intermission next week. Season 14 starts in 2 weeks. Thanks for playing.CREDITS:Ben Rowe as FelixAthans as TroyLyssa Jay as CharlieDavid Ault as Ty BetteridgeTaylor Michaels as ChanceMichelle Kan as Marissa NgJeremy Enfinger as EdgarTatiana Gefter as Helen HartleyLINKS:STICKERS/MAGNETS: https://ko-fi.com/woebegonepod/shopTWITCH: http://twitch.tv/woebegonepodPATREON: http://patreon.com/woe_begoneALIZA SCHULTZ: https://shows.acast.com/the-diary-of-aliza-schultzTRANSCRIPTS: http://WOEBEGONEPOD.comTWITTER: @WOEBEGONEPODMUSIC: http://woebegonepod.bandcamp.comDISCORD: https://discord.gg/pn9kjTBYPD Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It should be no surprise that tech design is a hallmark of the Little Blinking Light podcast. After all, it's the cornerstone of the work Roger Ferworn and his team do at AE Tech Design.In this episode, hear Roger and host Richard Piet talk about what tech design really means - and why it's so important.Episode ResourcesAE Tech Design websiteBook an Appointment with AE Tech DesignAE Tech Design, experts in effectively designing technology and managing technology implementation, share that expertise in the Little Blinking Light podcast.This episode is produced by Livemic Communications.

Ever feel stuckeroo when it comes to writing to your audience? Blank space. Blinking cursor. Hitting the backspace more than you should? In this sharp shoot episode, I share with you a go-to strategy I lean on each time I'm in that mode (yep, I've been there! Even as a copywriter myself). And if you want more of these hacks? Grab our 7 copywriting conversion boosters here, www.wordfettigroup.com/conversionbooster ____ Psst. Doors to our 12-week signature live group program teachin' you how to turn the thoughts out of your head onto words on paper, nail your messaging, and write copy that connect and sell through our psychology-backed methodology is opening in 4 weeks. We are ONLY taking enrolments once this year. Yep. So if you don't want to miss out, join us on the waitlist at www.wordfettigroup.com/wywwaitlist

Johnny Awesome and Jimmy Fantastic, here to kick off your Friday with a jolt of energy, and boy, do we have a show lined up for you. Get set as we tackle the big, bad world of real estate, to turning the daily grind of cold calls into a laugh fest (yes, monkeys are involved), we're here to inject some fun into your workday. And if you've ever been sideswiped by the unpredictable laughs of life while on the clock, you're in the right place. As if that wasn't enough, we're stirring up the pot with a candid debate on the real estate commission conundrum that's got everyone in the biz talking. If you enjoy our content, please like, subscribe, and share. You can also catch the show LIVE @ facebook.com/freeforallfriday and make sure you stick around after for "the afterburner"

This episode of the Networking Rx Minute with Frank Agin (http://frankagin.com) encourages you to create value by being unique and serving the world in a way that few others are.   For more great insight on professional relationships and business networking visit https://www.amspirit.com/blog/networking-rx or contact Frank Agin at frankagin@amspirit.com.    

Looking 4 Healing Radio with Dr. Henry Ealy – Have you noticed how no cell phone power cord ever has a grounding extension? Perhaps a key to understanding how to safely use globalist technologies… Why do they blink? Can quantum dots embed themselves within our cells, and if they can… are quantum dots safe, or do they cause a whole lot of harm at the cell level? Should we shield ourselves from EMFs, or is there an approach that's way better?

Looking 4 Healing Radio with Dr. Henry Ealy – Have you noticed how no cell phone power cord ever has a grounding extension? Perhaps a key to understanding how to safely use globalist technologies… Why do they blink? Can quantum dots embed themselves within our cells, and if they can… are quantum dots safe, or do they cause a whole lot of harm at the cell level? Should we shield ourselves from EMFs, or is there an approach that's way better?

Welcome to another episode in our “Best of The Literary Life” podcast series. Today on The Literary Life Podcast, our hosts Angelina and Cindy chat with “superfan” Emily Raible about her own literary life. Emily is a homeschool mom, an avid reader, birdwatcher, baker and probably Angelina's most loyal student. In telling the story of her reading life, Emily talks about her childhood and how she was not a reader as a young person. She shares how she finally started getting interested in reading through Janette Oke and Hardy Boys books. Then she tells about borrowing books from a local family's home library and starting to fall in love with true classics.  After getting married to an avid reader, Emily started going through her husband's own library during her long hours at home alone. Even after she became of lover of reading, Emily still didn't define herself as a real reader. Emily shares her journey to becoming a homeschooling parent, how she learned about Charlotte Mason and classical education, and her first time meeting Angelina and Cindy. They continue the conversation expanding on the feast of ideas, what it means to be a “reader,” and how we learn and enter into the literary world throughout our lives.  If you are listening to this on the day it drops, there is still time to grab a spot for Thomas Banks and Anne Phillips' webinar on Herodotus taking place today January 30, 2024. Head over to HouseofHumaneLetters.com/webinars where you can sign up! Of course, you can also purchase the recordings to tune in after the webinar is released. If you missed the 2020 Back to School Conference with Karen Glass, you can still purchase the recording at MorningTimeforMoms.com. Also, our Sixth Annual Literary Life Online Conference is coming up in April 2024. The theme is “Dispelling the Myth of Modernity” with keynote speaker Jason Baxter. You can learn more and register now at HouseofHumaneLetters.com. Commonplace Quotes: But the object of my school is to show how many extraordinary things even a lazy and ordinary man may see, if he can spur himself to the single activity of seeing.  G. K. Chesterton Time can be both a threat and a friend to hope. Injustice, for example, has to be tediously dismantled, not exploded. This is often infuriating, but it is true.  Makoto Fujimura The poet is traditionally a blind man, but the Christian poet, and story-teller as well, is like the blind man whom Christ touched, who looked then and saw men as if they were trees but walking. This is the beginning of vision, and it is an invitation to deeper and stranger visions than we shall have to learn to accept if we are to realize a truly Christian literature. Flannery O'Connor Armies in the Fire by Robert Louis Stevenson The lamps now glitter down the street; Faintly sound the falling feet; And the blue even slowly falls About the garden trees and walls. Now in the falling of the gloom The red fire paints the empty room: And warmly on the roof it looks, And flickers on the back of books. Armies march by tower and spire Of cities blazing, in the fire;— Till as I gaze with staring eyes, The armies fall, the lustre dies. Then once again the glow returns; Again the phantom city burns; And down the red-hot valley, lo! The phantom armies marching go! Blinking embers, tell me true Where are those armies marching to, And what the burning city is That crumbles in your furnaces! Book List: Tremendous Trifles by G. K. Chesterton Culture Care by Makoto Fujimura Rascal by Sterling North Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery Little Women by Louisa May Alcott Poppy Ott by Leo Edwards Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare The Once and Future King by T. H. White The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkein The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan Agatha Christie James Patterson Tom Clancy Harry Potter series Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen Mansfield Park by Jane Austen Howards End by E. M. Forster The Divine Comedy by Dante (trans. by Dorothy Sayers) Illiad and Odyssey by Homer Dorothy L. Sayers The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf Why Should Businessmen Read Great Literature? by Vigen Guroian The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy Arabian Nights Are Women Human? by Dorothy Sayers Confessions by Augustine Beatrix Potter Treasury Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame Babe the Gallant Pig by Dick King-Smith Brambly Hedge by Jill Barklem Support The Literary Life: Become a patron of The Literary Life podcast as part of the “Friends and Fellows Community” on Patreon, and get some amazing bonus content! Thanks for your support! Connect with Us: You can find Angelina and Thomas at HouseofHumaneLetters.com, on Instagram @angelinastanford, and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ANGStanford/ Find Cindy at morningtimeformoms.com, on Instagram @cindyordoamoris and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/CindyRollinsWriter. Check out Cindy's own Patreon page also! Follow The Literary Life on Instagram, and jump into our private Facebook group, The Literary Life Discussion Group, and let's get the book talk going! http://bit.ly/literarylifeFB

Memes: Squat and Squint Meme - "The first one that I'm going to describe is of a black woman and she's in this like light pink kind of jacket blazer, these black pants, and she's outside and she's kind of leaning down and she's like what I assume out of breath, tired, just like, 'Oh, my gosh, what, what, what am I doing?'"Drew Scanlon Reaction Meme / White Man Blinking Meme - "The second meme is of this white guy. And he's, I'm guessing maybe sitting, but he does this kind of blink thing. And I feel like I use that a lot when someone says something or does something that I'm like, 'Really, is that actually happening? Is this actually what we're doing?'"Follow us on Instagram @memesmetaphorsandmagic to view the meme(s) for this episode. And learn more about your personal year number with this free resource I made especially for you! Metaphors:MEMES AND METAPHORS ARE BRIDGES.MEMES AND METAPHORS ARE CONTAINERS.MATCHING A MEME WITH YOUR EXPERIENCES IS GOING THROUGH A ROLODEX OF EXPERIENCES.COMMUNICATION IS SENDING."Keep little things little." (MANAGEABLE MATTERS ARE SMALL IN SIZE.)"Let my light shine." (MY LIGHT IS MY POSSIBILITY AND MAGIC. THE DEGREE MY LIGHT IS SHINING REFLECTS MY CIRCUMSTANCES.)"Life's about choices." (LIFE IS A NEVER ENDING SERIES OF CHOICES.)LIFE IS A CREATIVE PROCESS.TWITTER/X IS A DUMPSTER FIRE.Underlying, or primary, metaphors:CONSIDERING IS WEIGHINGIMPORTANCE IS SIZE.EXISTENCE IS VISIBILITY. (aka "Representation matters.")CIRCUMSTANCES ARE WEATHER.GOOD IS BRIGHT/BAD IS DARK.KNOWING/UNDERSTANDING IS SEEING.MORE/POSITIVE/POWERFUL IS UP.Magic:8 Expression Number (Numerology)Communication® (Gallup CliftonStrengths®)Connectedness® (Gallup CliftonStrengths®)Context® (Gallup CliftonStrengths®)Ideation® (Gallup CliftonStrengths®)Intellection® (Gallup CliftonStrengths®)Responsibility® (Gallup CliftonStrengths®)Strategic® (Gallup CliftonStrengths®)Woo® (Gallup CliftonStrengths®)Type 2: The Helper (Enneagram)ESFJ Myers Briggs TypeSupport and Connect with Mika!Read her Dissertation! Unapologetically Black: A Sista Circle Study Highlighting the Brilliant, Bold, and Brave Leadership Approaches of Black Women in Student Affairs by Dr. Shamika KarikariFollow her on Instagram @thecincymamaFollow her on Twitter/X @MikaKarikariResources:A Hidden Wholeness: The Journey Toward an Undivided Life by Parker PalmerThe Enlightened Eye: Qualitative Inquiry and the Enhancement of Educational Practice by Elliot W. Eisner The Art of Gathering: How We Meet and Why It Matters by Priya ParkerFoundations of Meaning: Primary Metaphors and Primary Scenes by Joseph Grady 

Viewpoint This Sunday with Malcolm Out Loud – FBI Dir Wray says… "I see blinking red lights everywhere.” Former Director of the U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement, Tom Homan asks, what took you so long to see the blinking lights? A worldwide uptick in Mycoplasma Pneumonia cases is raising concerns. Dr. Paul Alexander is here on that story. Intel Analyst, Ilana Freedman will report on the UN resolution and latest from Israel...

The Voice of a Nation [malcolm at eight] – Why would the FBI, which labels Roman Catholics and protective mothers as terrorist threats, suddenly sound the alarm? These government agencies are the blinking red lights! They have directly caused every threat we now face in America. Wray is simply trying to cover their tracks...

The Voice of a Nation [malcolm at eight] – Why would the FBI, which labels Roman Catholics and protective mothers as terrorist threats, suddenly sound the alarm? These government agencies are the blinking red lights! They have directly caused every threat we now face in America. Wray is simply trying to cover their tracks...

No Agenda Episode 1614 - "Blinking Red Lights" "Blinking Red Lights" Executive Producers: Sir Dbone, Stealth Conductor of Truth (& lvr of boobs!) Sir Al Sir Stacker Baron of Birdseed PhD Graduate Kyle Dave the Broke Controller Associate Executive Producers: Linda Lupatkin Dame Dani of the Screaming Goat Society 1614 Club Members: Sir Dbone, Stealth Conductor of Truth (& lvr of boobs!) Become a member of the 1615 Club, support the show here Boost us with with Podcasting 2.0 Certified apps: Podverse - Podfriend - Breez - Sphinx - Podstation - Curiocaster - Fountain Knights & Dames Dani > Dame Dani of the Screaming Goat Society Derek Barone > Sir Dbone, Stealth Conductor of Truth (& lvr of boobs!) Al > Sir Al Dave, the broke controller > Unknown Knight PhD Graduates: Neil Smith Art By: Darren O'Neill End of Show Mixes: Jesse Coy Nelson - Tom Starkweeather - Steve the Clip Collector Jones Engineering, Stream Management & Wizardry Mark van Dijk - Systems Master Ryan Bemrose - Program Director Back Office Jae Dvorak Chapters: Dreb Scott Clip Custodian: Neal Jones Clip Collectors: Steve Jones & Dave Ackerman NEW: and soon on Netflix: Animated No Agenda Sign Up for the newsletter No Agenda Peerage ShowNotes Archive of links and Assets (clips etc) 1614.noagendanotes.com Directory Archive of Shownotes (includes all audio and video assets used) archive.noagendanotes.com RSS Podcast Feed Full Summaries in PDF No Agenda Lite in opus format Last Modified 12/07/2023 16:27:21This page created with the FreedomController Last Modified 12/07/2023 16:27:21 by Freedom Controller

No Agenda Episode 1614 - "Blinking Red Lights" "Blinking Red Lights" Executive Producers: Sir Dbone, Stealth Conductor of Truth (& lvr of boobs!) Sir Al Sir Stacker Baron of Birdseed PhD Graduate Kyle Dave the Broke Controller Associate Executive Producers: Linda Lupatkin Dame Dani of the Screaming Goat Society 1614 Club Members: Sir Dbone, Stealth Conductor of Truth (& lvr of boobs!) Become a member of the 1615 Club, support the show here Boost us with with Podcasting 2.0 Certified apps: Podverse - Podfriend - Breez - Sphinx - Podstation - Curiocaster - Fountain Knights & Dames Dani > Dame Dani of the Screaming Goat Society Derek Barone > Sir Dbone, Stealth Conductor of Truth (& lvr of boobs!) Al > Sir Al Dave, the broke controller > Unknown Knight PhD Graduates: Neil Smith Art By: Darren O'Neill End of Show Mixes: Jesse Coy Nelson - Tom Starkweeather - Steve the Clip Collector Jones Engineering, Stream Management & Wizardry Mark van Dijk - Systems Master Ryan Bemrose - Program Director Back Office Jae Dvorak Chapters: Dreb Scott Clip Custodian: Neal Jones Clip Collectors: Steve Jones & Dave Ackerman NEW: and soon on Netflix: Animated No Agenda Sign Up for the newsletter No Agenda Peerage ShowNotes Archive of links and Assets (clips etc) 1614.noagendanotes.com Directory Archive of Shownotes (includes all audio and video assets used) archive.noagendanotes.com RSS Podcast Feed Full Summaries in PDF No Agenda Lite in opus format Last Modified 12/07/2023 16:27:21This page created with the FreedomController Last Modified 12/07/2023 16:27:21 by Freedom Controller

Blinking Red Lights https://www.audacy.com/989wordThe Tara Show Follow us on Social MediaJoin our Live StreamWeekdays - 6am to 10am Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/989wordRumble: https://rumble.com/c/c-2031096X: https://twitter.com/989wordInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/989word/ "Red Meat, Greenville." 12/06/23

Join former Milwaukee County Sheriff David Clark in this thought-provoking episode of the Straight Talk podcast as we delve into the festive spirit and pressing issues facing travelers this holiday season.  David kicks off with warm Thanksgiving wishes, sharing his love for the vibrant atmosphere that defines this time of year. But it's not all holiday cheer – we're also diving deep into the critical challenges of U.S. air safety.In this episode, David discusses the anticipated travel surge during Thanksgiving, highlighting the record-breaking number of travelers and the implications for you.  He brings to light the concerning issues of staffing shortages and outdated facilities in the U.S. air safety system, juxtaposing this with the efficiency of TSA checkpoints.David also revisits the controversial drug operation at airports, offering valuable advice on how to handle unexpected encounters with drug agents.  Plus, stay tuned for his critical analysis of the Breonna Taylor case and its recent developments, shedding light on the complexities of justice and law enforcement.This episode is not just a festive greeting but a call to stay informed and prepared. Whether you're traveling or staying home, join us for an episode that promises to enlighten, engage, and provoke thought during the holiday season. Don't miss this blend of holiday spirit and hard-hitting discussion – tune in to Straight Talk with America's Sheriff David Clark!SUPPORT PODCAST:  Straight Talk With America's Sheriff David Clarke | podcast | Patreon SPONSORS: Blue Line Roasting Co. - We Are the Thin Blue Line Bulldog TV - The Edgiest Most Hard Hitting Conservative Site CLARKE (mypillow.com) ------------------------------------------ Purchase COP Under Fire Book by Sheriff David Clarke Amazon:   https://a.co/d/2jPJXV0JOIN OUR STRAIGHT SHOOTER'S VIP CLUB: Receive special gift and invitations to Private Podcast EventsStraight Talk With America's Sheriff David Clarke | podcast | Patreon-------------------------------------------------------For Podcast Sponsorship, Partnership, And Endorsement Opportunities, Please Submit Form: https://form.123formbuilder.com/6370448/podcast-sponsor-form -----------------------------------------------------Website: https://americassheriff.comHost: Sheriff David Clarke, America's SheriffExecutive Producer: Judy L. Wilkinson, JL Wilkinson Consulting, LLC Producer: Josh Wentz | wentzjosh93@gmail.comCopyright 2023   Straight Talk Podcast With America's Sheriff David Clarke     All Rights ReservedSupport the showFollow Sheriff Clarke: https://twitter.com/SheriffClarke https://truthsocial.com/@sheriffdavidclarke https://www.facebook.com/sheriffdavidaclarke For Booking Information Or Media Requests: Judy L Wilkinson - JLWilkinsonConsulting@gmail.com (706) 518-2116

Happy Friday, Hammer Heads! Today we're breaking down protests at Gal Gadot's Israel documentary screening, what happened on election night, Abortion at the GOP Debate, and much more. Tune in! 9:26 - Israel and Hamas updates 19:33 - Election Night 2023 26:34 - GOP Debate in Miami 35:42 - 2024 Updates Want more Getting Hammered? Follow us on Instagram @gettinghammeredpodcast Questions? Comments? Email us at [Hammered@Nebulouspodcasts.com]

Steelers lose to the jaguars in frustrating fashion. Bad Calls, Bad Execution, Bad Team. Join Steel Curtain Network's Daniel and Shannon White giving their game week observations of the Steelers on the latest episode of the Hangover. Don't forget to check out steelcurtainnetwork.com for all Steelers news and coverage. Sign up with MyBookie using our link to receive your welcome bonus → https://mybookie.website/SteelersCurtain Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

My literal brother comes on the pod and we talk about a new member of the family, WWE moves, 9/11, The D.C. Sniper, aliens living on earth, getting drunk at The White House, almost dying and more! To support the show, please leave a 5 star review and follow the pod wherever you're listening. Visit ErickHellwig.com for Erick's stand-up dates. To see the video version of Podcast Hell, subscribe on YouTube. Leave a comment on YouTube or a review on Apple Podcasts and it will be read on the show.

Blinking our eyes helps keep them from drying out and clears away tiny pieces of gunk that can irritate them, like dust and dirt. But what about flies? Do they blink their eyes, too? We asked graduate student Abel Corver to help us find the answer.Got a question buzzing around in your brain? Send it to us at BrainsOn.org/contact, and we'll answer it in the blink of an eye!