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Just in time for Winter Veil, Blizzard has come bearing good tidings in the form of a buffs-only balance patch! We look at all the new toys we get to unwrap and figure out if any of them will lead to (holiday) cheers. News – 18:02 Worlds Preview Hotfix Patch 34.2.1 Decksplanations – 29:34 Patch 34.2.2 Buffs More buffs The Show Notes for this week's episode are on our Website Join us every week live, by following us on Twitch You can monetarily support our show on Patreon for perks like a thank you at the top of the show, bonus post-show content, early access to new episodes, one on one coaching sessions, and help support the show in the process! Join our community chats in our Discord channels and write in to our Email at coinconcede@gmail.com. Follow us on Bluesky!   

It's been a month of momentum, mayhem, and massive visibility at Dante and Dory's. Have you ever had a month where you're marching confidently toward progress while also dragging chaos behind you like a determined toddler on a leash? Welcome to small business life. In this Behind Closed Doors episode, Candace takes you through November's slow sales anxiety, December's sudden surge, and all the visibility wins that finally made Dante and Dory's impossible to miss. She shares:

From whiteout conditions to multi-car pileups, winter driving across Canada can turn dangerous fast. Nearly 400 crashes were reported in southwestern Ontario during a recent storm, and a youth hockey team bus crash in northern Alberta has raised fresh concerns about road safety. Our question: From black ice to blizzards, what's your winter accident story? Do you feel safe driving on Canada's roads and highways?

This is the second in a total of four Christmas roundtables to be released this month! Join Lydia, Christina and Cheyenne and myself as we discuss every facet of this Christmas episode! “Miss Beadle dismisses her students early on Christmas Eve as soft snow flurries begin to fly, unaware that the children will soon be caught walking home in a deadly, howling blizzard.” The Blizzard originally aired on January 3, 1977 *From time to time I will release a video companion to each episode…check back for the link The opening song “Albert” is written and performed by the amazing Norwegian band, Project Brundlefly and is used with permission. Check them out at: https://www.facebook.com/ProjectBrundlefly Become a Patron! The post The Blizzard 2025 Roundtable! first appeared on The Little House on the Prairie Podcast: Walnut GroveCast.

Blizzard Revelations. Two best friends, stranded in a car, find fun ways to keep warm. Based on a post by LindseyLuv. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time. "Hey, Lindsey; you all set?" A tall, shaggy-haired fella came up from the basement guest bedroom, then strode the hallway, and called up the staircase to her 2nd story bedroom, from near the front door. Lindsey felt her stomach flutter once again. Jackson was actually back from college. In his hand, he carried a suitcase of his own, and a laptop bag slung over his shoulder. He smiled at her as she came down the big oak stairs, and she nodded. "Yep, Jack; just gotta grab my rucksack and lock up, and we're good to go!" She couldn't remember when the two of them had first met. Their parents had been close friends for years, before they'd even been born. So far as she cared, she'd known Jackson forever. They'd grown up together, referred to each other as cousins. The pair had been almost inseparable, all the way up to Jackson leaving for college. Worst yet, his parents had to move; when the corporation shut down the local factory, and his dad had to move in order to fill another management position, or face unemployment at age 51. Lindsey’s anxieties were mounting, until yesterday, when his flight arrived. She'd been absolutely heartbroken last August. to see him go. But he kept his promise, that he'd visit as soon as he came back for the holidays. Which sadly coincided with her own family’s reunion. Her parents insisted that she come with them, but she negotiated a compromise. Jackson would use her car to drive her, on his way to his own relative’s gathering. It just so happened the day he flew back was the day before her Great Aunt's get-together, so while her parents left yesterday morning, she hung around to pick him up at the airport. The plan was for him to stay over that night, then drive the two of them, to drop her at the reunion, seeing as it wasn't too far from his cousins' place. That way, he could drive to his kin, and see them too. Then two days later he’d pick Lindsey up from the reunion, and drive her back a few days later, if she didn't want to stay the whole week, like her folks. She'd nearly tackled him near the baggage claim, when she saw him run down the airport concourse. The pair had spent the evening laughing, eating, and reminiscing. Jackson had plenty of stories to tell her about his first semester at college, and Lindsey eagerly hung on his every word. When he’d finally gone down to the basement guest bedroom, it was well past midnight. She’d already fallen asleep while the two were watching an old favorite DVD title. He’s woke her up and directed her to go up and get some sleep. By the time they were up and about, the next day; they realized there was no way they were going to make it on time. It was getting on for noon when the snow started to fall; lightly covering the driveway as Lindsey dragged her suitcase out to Jackson's car. She knew they were only going away for a week, but she wanted to be prepared, especially with the weather as it was, so she'd filled her bags with as many jumpers, woolly hats, and thick comfy socks as she could. A decision she was starting to regret as she struggled to heave the bulging suitcase into the trunk of her little car. Finally cramming it into the space, she stepped back, taking a moment to breathe. All around her, the snow fell lazily through the air, getting heavier by the minute, and she wondered if it would ease off much, before the two of them left for her great aunt's. 'Oh well, at least it'll be a white Christmas...' she thought to herself, before turning back towards the open door of her house. She loved almost everything about Christmas, but the annual family reunion certainly wasn't on the list. She could count on one hand, how many of her relatives she actually liked, and even then she had plenty of fingers spare. In fact, the only person she really cared about visiting, had just been her house guest. But that visit was nearly over. Only the car ride remained. “Start the car, Jack." "Cool-cool, but hurry up, I don't like the look of this snow. We might end up stranded in a blizzard, if we're not careful; and you'll miss your fam." Jackson shot her a wink. "And I know how much you'd hate that." Giggling at his sarcasm, Linsey ran back into her house. She'd left her rucksack just inside the door, and she quickly grabbed it before locking up and running back down to the car. The snowfall had gotten pretty heavy by now, and she saw Jackson chuck his stuff onto the back seat before getting into the driver's side door, and revving the engine. Burying her face in her scarf to keep warm, Lindsey threw her rucksack in the back as well, before climbing into the passenger side seat next to him. Clicking her seatbelt into place, she turned and gave him a nod, and off the two went. Relaxing back into her seat, Lindsey watched the snowflakes fall as Jackson gently took the car out of the driveway and onto the almost pure white road. Rubbing her hands together in the frigid air, she reached out and cracked up the thermostat a little, before settling back again. It wasn't a particularly long drive, only a few hours, but she could already tell it was going to be a chilly one. The snow wasn't too much of a problem while they drove through the city, salt trucks leaving the roads mostly clear. As they got out into the countryside, Jackson started to take it slower, carefully navigating the narrow lanes as the snow continued to fall. Once or twice they saw the skid marks of cars that hadn't been quite as cautious, and at one point a tow truck passed them, pulling the unfortunate survivor of a nasty off-road skid. The first hour passed quickly. The thermostat did its job, and the car quickly armed up enough for Lindsey to drop her scarf and gloves. The two friends chattered away happily as the miles passed, and the music from the radio helped fill any lulls. However, as the sun began to set, the snowfall only got heavier and heavier. Lindsey could feel herself getting increasingly nervous, finding it harder and harder to see the passing countryside, and could only imagine how hard it must be for Jackson at the wheel. "Damn it;" the young man muttered under his breath, craning forward to peer out between the falling snowflakes. Lindsey could feel the stress radiating off of him, and did her best to stay calm. The last thing she wanted to do is panic him any more than he already was. Pretty soon though, they both realized they were going to have to stop. The snow was falling so heavily now that neither of them could see the road, let alone anything else. Lindsey felt her stomach drop as Jackson shook his head, pulling the car up onto the verge at the side of the road. "Sorry Linds, I can't keep going in this. If we're lucky it'll blow over soon, and we can get going again, but for the meantime, it's just not safe;" Lindsey looked up at him and saw the look of concern on his face. "You might wanna call your folks." Lindsey gave him a worries nod. She could feel her stomach tying itself up in knots as she pulled out her cell phone. They were a long way from anywhere, out there, and if they got stuck overnight it was going to get very, very cold. Dialing her parents, she anxiously waited for them to pick up. "Hey, Dad, it's me. Um, yeah, me and Jackson are on our way, but the snow is; it's coming down pretty hard, so we're just going to pull over for a bit. No need to worry about us, it's all good. We're just going to be a bit later than we thought, that's all. I'll call you when we start moving again. Yep, yep, we'll be safe, don't worry. I love you too. See you soon" The young woman hung up, hoping she didn't sound too scared on the phone. "Ok, what do we do now?" Jackson frowned as he looked down at the fuel indicator. It was getting a little low. "Well, I think we should turn the car off for now, so we don't waste gas until we can start moving again. I don't wanna think about what'd happen if we; you know. Other than that, we just gotta wait it out I guess." Shutting off the engine, Jackson settled back into his seat as snow began to pile onto the windshield. Immediately, the car began to get colder, and Lindsey shivered as she bundled herself up in her coat. Outside, she could hear the wind howling, and she looked over to her friend, hoping for comfort, but only saw herself faced with a worried expression. "It'll be fine, don't worry. We just; gotta wait. For a bit" His voice sounded shaky as he tried to reassure her. Surprisingly, it worked pretty well. For the next few hours, the two sat and talked to try and keep their minds off the weather. Occasionally, Jackson would flick on the wipers to clear the snow on the windscreen so they could check the state of the weather, but it never improved. If anything, it was still getting worse. An hour passed, then two, and it started to dawn on the pair that things probably weren't going to improve that evening. "Maybe; maybe we should settle in for the night;" Lindsey's voice trembled as she spoke, partly from the cold and partly out of fear. "I'm gonna call my dad again;" Jackson nodded, his hands inside his sleeves as she fished her phone out again. "Uh, hey Dad? It's me again. The, um, the snow's not easing off, so we're going too; yeah, yeah I know; We're going to stay here for the night, ok? And we'll drive the rest of the way tomorrow? Ok? Don't worry, we've got loads of clothes and blankets and things, we'll be fine. Yeah, yeah we'll be careful. I know. I love you too. Bye." Lindsey hung up and turned to her friend. "He's not happy, but he knows there's nothing we can do." She let out a long sigh, looking at the floor. "Sorry." "Hey, it's ok, don't; don't worry, you don't need to apologize." Looking back up through the tears, she saw Jackson smiling at her, and felt his hand on her shoulder. Despite the freezing weather, Lindsey felt a little shimmer of warmth move through her at his touch. "You can't help the weather, can you? And it's cool, at least I'm not stuck out here alone." Lindsey chuckled as she fought back her tears. She wiped her eyes and looked back over her shoulder at the back seat. "What are we going to do about sleeping?" Despite their heavy clothes, she could feel herself starting to shiver. Jackson looked thoughtful for a second, before replying. "I guess we'll have to share the back seat; It'll be cramped, but we don't have much choice. The seats up here don't really recline at all." Lindsey nodded her head. It wouldn't be the first time the two of them had slept so close together, but she had to admit, this was a bit different. After all, they'd been kids last time. Ah well, better to be warm than worry about nothing, she thought to herself. "Do we have blankets or anything?" Again, Jackson looked thoughtful. "We could get our clothes out of the trunk? We can pile them on top of us to keep warm." He gave her a nervous smile. "Not quite blankets, but I'm sure they'll do the job." Lindsey felt a little knot in her stomach but ignored it. She had to admit, it was a good idea, but something about Jackson seeing all her clothes spread out made her feel nervous. It took her a moment to realize why, but by the time she had he'd already disappeared out of the car, hurrying towards the trunk to retrieve their suitcases. Ignoring it, she climbed into the back seat, settling across them as she heard Jackson rifling through their belongings in the freezing wind. As soon as she found herself in the back of the car, the young woman realized a slight problem with the plan. The seats weren't very wide, and unless they wanted to sleep upright or in the foot well, the two friends would have to sleep pretty much on top of each other. She swallowed hard. This situation just kept getting weirder and weirder. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, the door to her left flew open, and a deluge of clothing poured across her. Caught off guard, the young woman yelped in surprise, eliciting a quick apology from her friend, stood in the doorway holding an empty suitcase. "Sorry, sorry, should've warned you!" Lindsey's yelp of surprise quickly turned to giggles of laughter. "Don't worry, just hurry up and get back inside before you freeze to death!" With a smile, Jackson nodded, throwing the suitcase back into the trunk before reaching down and grabbing a second. Hers. Lindsey felt the butterflies in her stomach again as he quickly unzipped it and emptied the contents over her again. She watched as her neatly folded laundry cascaded out of the bag, t-shirts and spare jeans tumbling into the foot well, along with, much to her dismay, all her underwear. Jackson didn't seem to notice, shaking the snow from his boots and quickly jumping in next to her. As he closed the door, shivering, she quickly grabbed a large fleece and threw it towards him. "Here, warm up a bit". Her friend smiled in appreciation, pulling the woolen jumper over himself. Lindsey looked around at the clothing carnage. She bit her lip. There was no way he wasn't going to see it all; pairs of silk panties and lace bras dotted the backseat, making her lingerie impossible to miss. Turning to her friend, she could feel her cheeks burning pink. "Uh, Jackson, do me a favor, could you just; ignore; the underwear?" Turning to look back at her, the young man looked confused, before his eyes scanned the seats and his own cheeks started to turn red. "Oh, uh; sorry, I; I didn't;" Lindsey couldn't help but chuckle. The flustered look on his face was adorable, and in that moment she couldn't think of anything but a lost puppy. She squeezed his arm under the layer of loose clothes. "Don't worry, you couldn't help it. It's my fault for packing everything into one suitcase!" The pair laughed nervously, before settling into silence. A few moments passed before Jackson piped up again. "So, uh, how're we; Ya know. Doing this?" The pair looked at the space between them. They both knew they couldn't fit next to each other, but neither person wanted to be the first to say it. Finally, Lindsey bit the bullet. "Do you wanna be on top or underneath?" She saw Jackson swallow heavily. "Uh, I'll go underneath, I guess? Don't want to crush you, after all." The young man chuckled, trying to defuse the awkwardness of the situation in the way he always did. Lindsey chuckled too. She had to admit, she hoped that would be the arrangement. After all, she was a lot smaller than he was. Shuffling towards the door to let him get comfortable, she replied: "After you then!" Taking off his boots, Jackson slid down onto the seats, piling the loose clothes up and over himself. Lindsey watched intently, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Why was she so nervous? It wasn't like they were doing anything weird. Well, weirder than being stuck in the snow. It was Jackson, she'd known him forever! Shaking her head, she gave him a smile, before settling down too. Instinctively, his hands came up to meet her, guiding her down on top of him. Immediately, she felt the warmth of his body through their clothes, and she found herself nestling into her friend as they awkwardly tried to avoid eye contact. The young woman could hear her heartbeat in her ears, the red flush of embarrassment getting stronger by the second. Reaching around them, the two started pulling the clothes across themselves, tucking them into the gaps on either side to insulate them from the cold. Carefully, Lindsey did her best to push aside anything she'd rather he didn't see into the foot well, some of the more risqué items catching Jackson's eye before he pointedly looked away, cheeks red. Pretty soon, the two were almost completely covered, only their faces poking out of the mountain of fabric. Doing their best to ignore the awkwardness of the situation, the two settled down. Lying on her front, Lindsey could feel her chest pressed close to Jackson, her tits squished close to his beating heart, and no matter where she looked, their faces were so close she always felt like she was staring directly at him. Eventually, she piped up. "Should I, uh, should I roll over, onto my back? Or, is this ok? What's; what works for you?" She tried not to think too hard about his answer. "I'm happy like this, if you are. Or not. Whatever" Her cheeks felt like they could burst into flames at any moment. "I, uh,; I think this is fine" From underneath her, Jackson's voice rose, shaky with nerves, and she wondered if he was feeling just as out of sorts as she was. With a nod, she turned away, resting her head on his chest. Despite settling in to sleep, the young woman's mind was racing. What were they doing? This was crazy, what if someone saw them together? Bundled up like this, at the side of the road, under the clothes? What would they think? She swallowed. She knew exactly what they'd think. And with a start she realized that excited her. A long, awkward silence hung in the air. Lindsey did her best to ignore her racing thoughts and settle down to sleep. Despite the mountain of clothes, she found herself still shivering, and nuzzled deeper into Jackson for warmth. After a while, she glanced up to see snow covering the windows, cutting the pair of them off from the rest of the world. It was just her now. Her and Jackson. She felt a tingle ran down her spine. Well at least we don't have to worry about anyone looking in and getting the wrong idea, she thought to herself. Settling in, her mind started to wander. Trying not to think about Jackson, she found herself pondering the situation they found themselves in. What would happen if the sow hadn't cleared by the next morning? Would they need to call for help? What if it got even colder? A sudden memory passed through her head, of an old TV documentary about arctic explorers. She remembered that often, when trapped in cold climates, people would strip off and share body heat to keep themselves warm. Immediately, she felt her blush returning. Behind her, she felt Jackson's hands move lower down her back, to just above her ass, and she froze. A voice in the darkness, breathless, whispered. Uh, is this ok? My, uh, my arms were getting a little cramped;" Lindsey felt her breath catch in her throat. "Y-yeah, it's fine, don't worry." Instinctively, she shuffled her weight a bit, making it more comfortable for both of them. The two lay in silence for a bit longer, before Lindsey felt her own arms beginning to cramp, her hands on the seat taking most of her weight to keep it off Jackson. Readjusting, she let her body fall, and found her hands around his shoulders, holding him close. "Is that ok too?" She felt him nod underneath her and felt a sigh of relief escaped her lips. His soft voice filled the quiet again. "Sure. Don't worry about squishing me, you're; you're pretty light, you know;" The two chuckled and fell into silence again. Lindsey felt conflicted. She couldn't help but notice how firm his shoulders were, how warm and strong his arms around her felt. Soon, she found her mind wandering again, and quickly diverted her attention elsewhere. No, this was Jackson she was thinking about! She could never; could she? From under her, she felt Jackson shift, awkwardly, nervously, before speaking again. "Uh, hey Lindsey, are you; are you still cold?" Lindsey felt her heart beating like mad in her chest. "Y-yeah, a little. Actually." She thought about the arctic explorers again and bit her tongue. No, how could she even be thinking about that? But, if it kept them warmer; She didn't know what to do. On the one hand, she desperately wanted the warmth, on the other; "You know, um, one of the, I heard on tv once that, when people get stuck in the arctic they, uh; well;" Lindsey trailed off. Holy shit, what am I saying? Under her, she felt her best friend brace himself, unsure where she was going with this, and she bit her tongue again. Can't go back now... "Body heat gets kinda; you know; trapped by the, uh; by clothes; So they, uh; yeah" She couldn't bring herself to say it, the words kept getting caught in her mouth. A long pause sat frozen in the air. "So; should we?" "Y-yeah. Yeah, I; I heard the same thing. So; yeah. I think we should. You know; get, uh;" Jackson's voice trailed off, before returning with his trademark humor, although she could tell from his voice how painfully nervous he was. Just like her. "Besides, it's already pretty awkward, right? What's the harm? It's not like we've never seen each other naked before;" Even so, that was a long time ago, and they'd both changed a lot since then. Still, Lindsey couldn't deny the truth in Jackson words. With a breathless nod, she sat up, and the two friends began to undress. The young woman tried not to look as Jackson first stripped off his t-shirt, followed by his shorts. He paused, hands on the waistband of his boxers, and turned to her, still averting his gaze. "Uh, should we; I mean, we could keep our underwear on; But... "Yeah;" Lindsey's own breathless voice joined his. "I; I'm sure it; uh, it'll work better if there's nothing blocking the body heat; right?" "Yeah, yeah, I think so too;" As Jackson reached down and pulled off his underwear, Lindsey averted her eyes again. She couldn't deny that part of her wanted to see him, stripped naked before her, but she did her best to ignore it. "Just; promise not to look, ok?" Jackson nodded. Staring pointedly at the roof of the car, Lindsey swallowed nervously before unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall into the foot well as she fiddled with the zipper of her jeans. Down to her underwear, she could feel the bitter cold attacking her bare skin, and the desire to get back under cover overpowered her nerves. Fiddling behind her back with numbing fingers, she struggled to unhook her bra, and when she finally did she let out a yelp of surprise as the fabric slipped from her hand, sending the item straight down onto Jackson's face. A frozen moment hung in the air, before the pair started laughing. Settling back down, Lindsey, reached down and slipped off her panties, the momentum of the moment carrying her forward before she could second guess herself. Hurriedly dragging the mountain of fabric back over themselves, the pair did their best to ignore the feeling of the other person's naked body, pressed so close to their own. But soon they were snuggled down again, and Lindsey couldn't deny the way her bare tits felt pressed against Jackson's chest, her nipples stiffened by the cold and unmistakable against his skin. If she'd felt strange before, it was nothing to how she felt now. In the dark, she could feel her cheeks burning bright red, and she desperately hoped Jackson couldn't see. Between them, her heartbeat pounded in her chest, mixing with Jackson's as the two childhood friends held onto each other, already feeling warmer. She could barely breathe as she slid her arms back over his shoulders, feeling his hands take hold on her waist once again. Even though they'd held each other this way only moments before, without their clothes it felt so much more intimate, and Lindsey, could feel the butterflies in her stomach reaching a fever pitch. Between my legs, she felt a tingling in her loins, and she bit her lip hard in an attempt to calm herself down. Truth be told, she'd never seen a man naked before; she'd never had a boyfriend stick around long enough to get that far. Underneath her, pressed against her thigh, she could feel something hard, and it took her a moment to realize what it was. Concealing a gasp, the young woman. Is that; it can't be? But then, what else could it be? Lindsey realized it could be only one thing; Jackson's penis! Underneath her, she felt her best friend shuffle uncomfortably, and his half-erect cock pressed against her thigh, only inches from her virgin pussy. Lindsey felt a thrill of excitement ripple through her, but she repressed it. She didn't know what to think. Did he; Like her? How long had he felt that way? Was he; thinking about her now? She knew that last part had to be true. After all, she was thinking about him, and it had to be hard to think of anything else with a naked girl pressed on top of you. She couldn't believe this was happening, could never have believed it would happen. Part of her leapt for joy, but the rest of her was just as confused as ever. Should she say something? Try to take it further? Settling her head down onto his chest, she whispered out to him in the dark. "We should; we should sleep." "Yeah; Sleep;" Underneath her, she felt his cock twitch, still pressed against her soft thigh. Despite her words, she knew she couldn't sleep like this. A minute passed. Then another. Soon, an hour had gone by, and Lindsey was still awake, staring silently at the back of the chairs in front. The two lay together, perfectly still, until a voice broke the silence. "Lindsey; Are you still awake?" The young woman froe. She didn't know whether to speak up, or stay silent. Underneath her, she could still feel his hard cock, throbbing against her leg, and how hot it was making her feel. Between her thighs, she could feel how damp her pussy had gotten, and she squeezed them tightly together in an attempt to relieve the pressure. It didn't work. A long moment passed, and she didn't hear anything else from him. She wondered if she should've spoken up, should've said something, should've confessed how she felt, and she was seconds away from opening her mouth when a sudden movement made her pause. Behind her, she felt the grip on her back tighten, and the hips underneath her shift, just enough for the hard shaft pressed against her leg to slip between her thighs. She felt like her heart was about to burst out of her mouth. The thick rod felt even hotter squeezed between her legs, the head ever so slightly damp against her skin. It felt; nice. Really nice. Then she felt him start to move. Lindsey had to bite her lip to stop herself moaning as between her legs, Jackson began to thrust, sliding his cock against her, as the pressure of her legs kept him upright and rock solid. Her heart stopped in her chest as she felt him moving. Oh my god. Oh my god, he's really doing it! Her brain went into overdrive, trying to make sense of what was happening as she felt his cock thrusting slowly, softly, between her thighs. She knew she had to say something, but she had no idea what, especially not now. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop. So, in a mixture of fear and excitement, she lay still, and silent. Her pussy was absolutely soaked. Her pelvis felt hot, incredibly hot, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself moaning in pleasure, the simple act of his thrusts sending her body into a state of near-ecstasy. God, she wanted him. Wanted to feel him inside her, taking her, taking her virginity and making her a woman. Words couldn't describe how badly she wanted Jackson to toss her onto her back, clamp her mouth shut, and pound himself into her till she came. She lay still for what felt like an eternity, just waiting for him to take it further, to force himself into her, before the pressure became too great, and she began moving her hips back in time with his. Slowly, gently, she raised them up as he pulled back, and let them fall down as he pushed up. Not by much, no more than an inch, but it was enough to make her pussy gush with anticipation. Underneath her, Jackson let out a groan and started to buck his hips faster. He must think I'm asleep, she thought to herself. Should I? Maybe I should tell him; But despite her thoughts, Lindsey did nothing. She felt his hands move down her body, across the small of her back to her ass, giving it a soft squeeze as he continued to fuck her thighs. His thrusts started to get longer, driving further up and down, and soon she felt his shaft pressed against her nether lips. The feeling of him so close to her virgin entrance was just too much, and Lindsey let out an involuntary mewl of arousal. Immediately, Jackson's movements stopped, and the young woman bit her lip. Damn it! Don't stop now! From the darkness, she heard a voice, shaking with nervousness. "Lindsey? A-are you awake?" "Don't stop;" was all she managed to say. The lust in her voice surprised even her, the shaky, drawn-out vowels and underlying moan sending ripples through both of them. Immediately, she felt Jackson's hands tense up, squeezing her ass, before his hips started to move again. The girl shut her eyes tight, still moving her hips, drawing him closer to her virgin entrance. She couldn't deny it anymore; she wanted him inside her, want him to make love to her, right there, on the backseat of his car! She loved him, deeply, desperately, and she'd do anything to take things further. "Please; Jackson;" "Yeah?" The young man's voice was as breathless as hers., the tip of his cock pressed firmly against her slit, his hips grinding up and down, grinding against hers, making her whole body shiver with arousal. "I want you to; to fuck me; please; I can't take it anymore!" Without a word, she felt him grab her hips firmly, and press himself against her entrance. Even if she'd wanted to, it was too late to turn back now. With a firm push on the small of her back, he raised his hips, and Lindsey cried out as she felt his cock sink into her virgin snatch, piercing her hymen and burying itself in her to the hilt. Slowly, she turned her head to look at Jackson, a look of absolute pleasure plastered on her features. She stared down for a long, silent moment, mouth hanging open and eyes wide, adjusting to the feeling of penetration, before reaching out and cupping his face, her best friend-turned-lover, and kissing him deeply. Between them, she could feel her walls relaxing around his girth, expanding to fit his thick member, and growing braver she began to over her hips once more, rolling them softly and mewling into his mouth as the two began to make love. Her movements were jerky and clumsy, but as she stared into Jackson's eyes, she could think of nothing but the love she felt for him. Holding on tight, she started to ride him fast, lifting her hips and letting them drop down again, feeling his firm shaft slide in and out of her sopping snatch. In response, Jackson began to move his hips too, thrusting up to meet her, pushing himself deep into his childhood friend before withdrawing. It took a while for the pair to find their rhythm, but soon they were fucking like crazy. Lindsey moaned loudly until Jackson pulled her head back towards him, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her more passionately than ever. As his cock sank into her over and over again, his tongue slipped into her mouth, tangling with hers as he took her virginity. She didn't know if he was still a virgin, but she honestly didn't care. "I wanted this for so long, Lindsey. Wanted you. I love you" "I, I love you too; I've l loved you; for years!" Lindsey's high-pitched voice mingled with her moans. "I'm sorry I pre; pretended to b-be asleep!" Her pussy was on fire, the sex felt better than anything she'd ever experienced before, and as she confessed her feelings for her best friend her movements only get faster, more desperate, pumping her hips as hard as she could while underneath her Jackson bucked and groaned. "I wanted to s-see how far you'd go; whether you.. wanted me too; I'm s-sorry;" She shut her eyes tight in shame, keeping her hips moving as best as she could. Just then, she felt Jackson grab her tight, and flip her onto her back, rolling on top of her and quickly forcing his cock back into her quivering pussy. Lindsey squealed, the sudden change of position exhilarating her, and she grabbed hold of his back as Jackson growled, pounding into her with a fury she'd never seen from him before. Legs up in the air, dangling uselessly, the young woman cried out in pain and pleasure as her lover buried his face in her neck, kissing and biting her as he fucked her mercilessly. Underneath her, she felt his hand still groping at her ass, and as he drove his cock into the deepest parts of your aching pussy, she could only moan and mewl. With his cock thrusting deeply in and out of her, she was helpless to do anything but shake your hips back up in time, squealing and moaning in erotic ecstasy. In the heat of the moment, she barely registered her legs, wrapping around him, keeping him deep inside her as she clung on to his back for dear life, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. Inside her, she could feel the first sparks of climax beginning to ignite, and she cried out into Jackson's ear as he dominated her, the man of her dreams, her childhood best friend. "Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, Jackson! I love you, I love you so much! Fuck me!" Above her, she felt his pace start to falter, and she wrapped herself even tighter around him. Completely lost in the pleasure, his face buried in her neck as she hung on tight to his shoulders, she knew he must be getting close too. Each deep thrust sent new waves through her, and with each passing second, she felt her climax rising. "Yes! Yes! Yes, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, I’m gonna!" With a sudden cry, she felt herself crash over the edge, her whole body spasming as a wave of incredible pleasure washed over her, dulling her senses as she began to cum. She let out a shriek of ecstasy as her lower body began to rock and shudder, squeezing her pussy around her lover's cock as she came. The ripples of pleasure exploded throughout her entire body, sending her muscles spasming and her legs shaking around his waist. She felt her back arching painfully as her body, wracked with pleasure, crashed through her climax, her entire being seized by spasms as the walls of her pussy quivered and contracted. Through the chaos of her climax, she was dimly aware of Jackson fighting against his own orgasm, trying to pull himself out before he blew his load inside her, but her legs wrapped so tightly around him kept him buried inside. Digging her nails into his back, she wailed out through her orgasm "Cum in me! Cum in me! Do it, please!" Finally, she felt his hips slam forward one last time, his cock pushed deep, deep inside her, as the warmth of his cum began to spread throughout her abdomen. The feeling of being cream-pied only made her cum harder, and a second wave of spasms crashed across her. By the time the two of them were finished, Jackson was well and truly spent, his balls thoroughly emptied into Lindsey's tight teen twat. As their orgasms subsided, he collapsed on top of her, panting as his semen pooled inside her pussy. "Wow;" Lindsey lay beneath him, unable to speak, just panting happily with a smile on her lips. She pulled him in close so she could kiss him again, before wrapping her arms around him, holding him in a tight embrace. "Yeah; What a way to stay warm;" Jackson chuckled at that. "You; you really wanted me for that long?" Lindsey nodded. "For as long as I can remember;" She felt him sigh, and she giggled as he ruffled her hair. "God, I love you Linds;" "I love you too;" leaning up, she planted a kiss on his cheek. Words could describe how happy she was. No, not happy, overjoyed. "You know; something tells me the snows not gonna let up anytime soon;" She gave him a wink. "And there's a lot of other stuff I've always wanted to try. Jackson laughed again, nuzzling back into her neck as he kissed her, his skin hot against hers. As he moved, his softening cock slipped free of her pussy, followed by a thin trail of semen, which ran out of her and began pooling on the car seat below. Lindsey smiled. "You came inside;" She didn't sound angry, or surprised, just; content "Yeah, I guess I did; Not that I had much choice, the way you were clinging to me." He nibbled her ear softly before whispering into it. "But I really liked it;" Lindsey let out a contented mewl. "Me too, it felt amazing;" I giggle softly, and snuggle closer "But something tells me I should start taking birth control from now on. You wouldn't want to fuck a baby into your best friend, now would you?" She laughed again, feeling his cock stiffen underneath her in response. "So, you ready for round two?" Based on a post by LindseyLuv, for Literotica.

Blizzard Revelations. Two best friends, stranded in a car, find fun ways to keep warm. Based on a post by LindseyLuv. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time. "Hey, Lindsey; you all set?" A tall, shaggy-haired fella came up from the basement guest bedroom, then strode the hallway, and called up the staircase to her 2nd story bedroom, from near the front door. Lindsey felt her stomach flutter once again. Jackson was actually back from college. In his hand, he carried a suitcase of his own, and a laptop bag slung over his shoulder. He smiled at her as she came down the big oak stairs, and she nodded. "Yep, Jack; just gotta grab my rucksack and lock up, and we're good to go!" She couldn't remember when the two of them had first met. Their parents had been close friends for years, before they'd even been born. So far as she cared, she'd known Jackson forever. They'd grown up together, referred to each other as cousins. The pair had been almost inseparable, all the way up to Jackson leaving for college. Worst yet, his parents had to move; when the corporation shut down the local factory, and his dad had to move in order to fill another management position, or face unemployment at age 51. Lindsey’s anxieties were mounting, until yesterday, when his flight arrived. She'd been absolutely heartbroken last August. to see him go. But he kept his promise, that he'd visit as soon as he came back for the holidays. Which sadly coincided with her own family’s reunion. Her parents insisted that she come with them, but she negotiated a compromise. Jackson would use her car to drive her, on his way to his own relative’s gathering. It just so happened the day he flew back was the day before her Great Aunt's get-together, so while her parents left yesterday morning, she hung around to pick him up at the airport. The plan was for him to stay over that night, then drive the two of them, to drop her at the reunion, seeing as it wasn't too far from his cousins' place. That way, he could drive to his kin, and see them too. Then two days later he’d pick Lindsey up from the reunion, and drive her back a few days later, if she didn't want to stay the whole week, like her folks. She'd nearly tackled him near the baggage claim, when she saw him run down the airport concourse. The pair had spent the evening laughing, eating, and reminiscing. Jackson had plenty of stories to tell her about his first semester at college, and Lindsey eagerly hung on his every word. When he’d finally gone down to the basement guest bedroom, it was well past midnight. She’d already fallen asleep while the two were watching an old favorite DVD title. He’s woke her up and directed her to go up and get some sleep. By the time they were up and about, the next day; they realized there was no way they were going to make it on time. It was getting on for noon when the snow started to fall; lightly covering the driveway as Lindsey dragged her suitcase out to Jackson's car. She knew they were only going away for a week, but she wanted to be prepared, especially with the weather as it was, so she'd filled her bags with as many jumpers, woolly hats, and thick comfy socks as she could. A decision she was starting to regret as she struggled to heave the bulging suitcase into the trunk of her little car. Finally cramming it into the space, she stepped back, taking a moment to breathe. All around her, the snow fell lazily through the air, getting heavier by the minute, and she wondered if it would ease off much, before the two of them left for her great aunt's. 'Oh well, at least it'll be a white Christmas...' she thought to herself, before turning back towards the open door of her house. She loved almost everything about Christmas, but the annual family reunion certainly wasn't on the list. She could count on one hand, how many of her relatives she actually liked, and even then she had plenty of fingers spare. In fact, the only person she really cared about visiting, had just been her house guest. But that visit was nearly over. Only the car ride remained. “Start the car, Jack." "Cool-cool, but hurry up, I don't like the look of this snow. We might end up stranded in a blizzard, if we're not careful; and you'll miss your fam." Jackson shot her a wink. "And I know how much you'd hate that." Giggling at his sarcasm, Linsey ran back into her house. She'd left her rucksack just inside the door, and she quickly grabbed it before locking up and running back down to the car. The snowfall had gotten pretty heavy by now, and she saw Jackson chuck his stuff onto the back seat before getting into the driver's side door, and revving the engine. Burying her face in her scarf to keep warm, Lindsey threw her rucksack in the back as well, before climbing into the passenger side seat next to him. Clicking her seatbelt into place, she turned and gave him a nod, and off the two went. Relaxing back into her seat, Lindsey watched the snowflakes fall as Jackson gently took the car out of the driveway and onto the almost pure white road. Rubbing her hands together in the frigid air, she reached out and cracked up the thermostat a little, before settling back again. It wasn't a particularly long drive, only a few hours, but she could already tell it was going to be a chilly one. The snow wasn't too much of a problem while they drove through the city, salt trucks leaving the roads mostly clear. As they got out into the countryside, Jackson started to take it slower, carefully navigating the narrow lanes as the snow continued to fall. Once or twice they saw the skid marks of cars that hadn't been quite as cautious, and at one point a tow truck passed them, pulling the unfortunate survivor of a nasty off-road skid. The first hour passed quickly. The thermostat did its job, and the car quickly armed up enough for Lindsey to drop her scarf and gloves. The two friends chattered away happily as the miles passed, and the music from the radio helped fill any lulls. However, as the sun began to set, the snowfall only got heavier and heavier. Lindsey could feel herself getting increasingly nervous, finding it harder and harder to see the passing countryside, and could only imagine how hard it must be for Jackson at the wheel. "Damn it;" the young man muttered under his breath, craning forward to peer out between the falling snowflakes. Lindsey could feel the stress radiating off of him, and did her best to stay calm. The last thing she wanted to do is panic him any more than he already was. Pretty soon though, they both realized they were going to have to stop. The snow was falling so heavily now that neither of them could see the road, let alone anything else. Lindsey felt her stomach drop as Jackson shook his head, pulling the car up onto the verge at the side of the road. "Sorry Linds, I can't keep going in this. If we're lucky it'll blow over soon, and we can get going again, but for the meantime, it's just not safe;" Lindsey looked up at him and saw the look of concern on his face. "You might wanna call your folks." Lindsey gave him a worries nod. She could feel her stomach tying itself up in knots as she pulled out her cell phone. They were a long way from anywhere, out there, and if they got stuck overnight it was going to get very, very cold. Dialing her parents, she anxiously waited for them to pick up. "Hey, Dad, it's me. Um, yeah, me and Jackson are on our way, but the snow is; it's coming down pretty hard, so we're just going to pull over for a bit. No need to worry about us, it's all good. We're just going to be a bit later than we thought, that's all. I'll call you when we start moving again. Yep, yep, we'll be safe, don't worry. I love you too. See you soon" The young woman hung up, hoping she didn't sound too scared on the phone. "Ok, what do we do now?" Jackson frowned as he looked down at the fuel indicator. It was getting a little low. "Well, I think we should turn the car off for now, so we don't waste gas until we can start moving again. I don't wanna think about what'd happen if we; you know. Other than that, we just gotta wait it out I guess." Shutting off the engine, Jackson settled back into his seat as snow began to pile onto the windshield. Immediately, the car began to get colder, and Lindsey shivered as she bundled herself up in her coat. Outside, she could hear the wind howling, and she looked over to her friend, hoping for comfort, but only saw herself faced with a worried expression. "It'll be fine, don't worry. We just; gotta wait. For a bit" His voice sounded shaky as he tried to reassure her. Surprisingly, it worked pretty well. For the next few hours, the two sat and talked to try and keep their minds off the weather. Occasionally, Jackson would flick on the wipers to clear the snow on the windscreen so they could check the state of the weather, but it never improved. If anything, it was still getting worse. An hour passed, then two, and it started to dawn on the pair that things probably weren't going to improve that evening. "Maybe; maybe we should settle in for the night;" Lindsey's voice trembled as she spoke, partly from the cold and partly out of fear. "I'm gonna call my dad again;" Jackson nodded, his hands inside his sleeves as she fished her phone out again. "Uh, hey Dad? It's me again. The, um, the snow's not easing off, so we're going too; yeah, yeah I know; We're going to stay here for the night, ok? And we'll drive the rest of the way tomorrow? Ok? Don't worry, we've got loads of clothes and blankets and things, we'll be fine. Yeah, yeah we'll be careful. I know. I love you too. Bye." Lindsey hung up and turned to her friend. "He's not happy, but he knows there's nothing we can do." She let out a long sigh, looking at the floor. "Sorry." "Hey, it's ok, don't; don't worry, you don't need to apologize." Looking back up through the tears, she saw Jackson smiling at her, and felt his hand on her shoulder. Despite the freezing weather, Lindsey felt a little shimmer of warmth move through her at his touch. "You can't help the weather, can you? And it's cool, at least I'm not stuck out here alone." Lindsey chuckled as she fought back her tears. She wiped her eyes and looked back over her shoulder at the back seat. "What are we going to do about sleeping?" Despite their heavy clothes, she could feel herself starting to shiver. Jackson looked thoughtful for a second, before replying. "I guess we'll have to share the back seat; It'll be cramped, but we don't have much choice. The seats up here don't really recline at all." Lindsey nodded her head. It wouldn't be the first time the two of them had slept so close together, but she had to admit, this was a bit different. After all, they'd been kids last time. Ah well, better to be warm than worry about nothing, she thought to herself. "Do we have blankets or anything?" Again, Jackson looked thoughtful. "We could get our clothes out of the trunk? We can pile them on top of us to keep warm." He gave her a nervous smile. "Not quite blankets, but I'm sure they'll do the job." Lindsey felt a little knot in her stomach but ignored it. She had to admit, it was a good idea, but something about Jackson seeing all her clothes spread out made her feel nervous. It took her a moment to realize why, but by the time she had he'd already disappeared out of the car, hurrying towards the trunk to retrieve their suitcases. Ignoring it, she climbed into the back seat, settling across them as she heard Jackson rifling through their belongings in the freezing wind. As soon as she found herself in the back of the car, the young woman realized a slight problem with the plan. The seats weren't very wide, and unless they wanted to sleep upright or in the foot well, the two friends would have to sleep pretty much on top of each other. She swallowed hard. This situation just kept getting weirder and weirder. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, the door to her left flew open, and a deluge of clothing poured across her. Caught off guard, the young woman yelped in surprise, eliciting a quick apology from her friend, stood in the doorway holding an empty suitcase. "Sorry, sorry, should've warned you!" Lindsey's yelp of surprise quickly turned to giggles of laughter. "Don't worry, just hurry up and get back inside before you freeze to death!" With a smile, Jackson nodded, throwing the suitcase back into the trunk before reaching down and grabbing a second. Hers. Lindsey felt the butterflies in her stomach again as he quickly unzipped it and emptied the contents over her again. She watched as her neatly folded laundry cascaded out of the bag, t-shirts and spare jeans tumbling into the foot well, along with, much to her dismay, all her underwear. Jackson didn't seem to notice, shaking the snow from his boots and quickly jumping in next to her. As he closed the door, shivering, she quickly grabbed a large fleece and threw it towards him. "Here, warm up a bit". Her friend smiled in appreciation, pulling the woolen jumper over himself. Lindsey looked around at the clothing carnage. She bit her lip. There was no way he wasn't going to see it all; pairs of silk panties and lace bras dotted the backseat, making her lingerie impossible to miss. Turning to her friend, she could feel her cheeks burning pink. "Uh, Jackson, do me a favor, could you just; ignore; the underwear?" Turning to look back at her, the young man looked confused, before his eyes scanned the seats and his own cheeks started to turn red. "Oh, uh; sorry, I; I didn't;" Lindsey couldn't help but chuckle. The flustered look on his face was adorable, and in that moment she couldn't think of anything but a lost puppy. She squeezed his arm under the layer of loose clothes. "Don't worry, you couldn't help it. It's my fault for packing everything into one suitcase!" The pair laughed nervously, before settling into silence. A few moments passed before Jackson piped up again. "So, uh, how're we; Ya know. Doing this?" The pair looked at the space between them. They both knew they couldn't fit next to each other, but neither person wanted to be the first to say it. Finally, Lindsey bit the bullet. "Do you wanna be on top or underneath?" She saw Jackson swallow heavily. "Uh, I'll go underneath, I guess? Don't want to crush you, after all." The young man chuckled, trying to defuse the awkwardness of the situation in the way he always did. Lindsey chuckled too. She had to admit, she hoped that would be the arrangement. After all, she was a lot smaller than he was. Shuffling towards the door to let him get comfortable, she replied: "After you then!" Taking off his boots, Jackson slid down onto the seats, piling the loose clothes up and over himself. Lindsey watched intently, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Why was she so nervous? It wasn't like they were doing anything weird. Well, weirder than being stuck in the snow. It was Jackson, she'd known him forever! Shaking her head, she gave him a smile, before settling down too. Instinctively, his hands came up to meet her, guiding her down on top of him. Immediately, she felt the warmth of his body through their clothes, and she found herself nestling into her friend as they awkwardly tried to avoid eye contact. The young woman could hear her heartbeat in her ears, the red flush of embarrassment getting stronger by the second. Reaching around them, the two started pulling the clothes across themselves, tucking them into the gaps on either side to insulate them from the cold. Carefully, Lindsey did her best to push aside anything she'd rather he didn't see into the foot well, some of the more risqué items catching Jackson's eye before he pointedly looked away, cheeks red. Pretty soon, the two were almost completely covered, only their faces poking out of the mountain of fabric. Doing their best to ignore the awkwardness of the situation, the two settled down. Lying on her front, Lindsey could feel her chest pressed close to Jackson, her tits squished close to his beating heart, and no matter where she looked, their faces were so close she always felt like she was staring directly at him. Eventually, she piped up. "Should I, uh, should I roll over, onto my back? Or, is this ok? What's; what works for you?" She tried not to think too hard about his answer. "I'm happy like this, if you are. Or not. Whatever" Her cheeks felt like they could burst into flames at any moment. "I, uh,; I think this is fine" From underneath her, Jackson's voice rose, shaky with nerves, and she wondered if he was feeling just as out of sorts as she was. With a nod, she turned away, resting her head on his chest. Despite settling in to sleep, the young woman's mind was racing. What were they doing? This was crazy, what if someone saw them together? Bundled up like this, at the side of the road, under the clothes? What would they think? She swallowed. She knew exactly what they'd think. And with a start she realized that excited her. A long, awkward silence hung in the air. Lindsey did her best to ignore her racing thoughts and settle down to sleep. Despite the mountain of clothes, she found herself still shivering, and nuzzled deeper into Jackson for warmth. After a while, she glanced up to see snow covering the windows, cutting the pair of them off from the rest of the world. It was just her now. Her and Jackson. She felt a tingle ran down her spine. Well at least we don't have to worry about anyone looking in and getting the wrong idea, she thought to herself. Settling in, her mind started to wander. Trying not to think about Jackson, she found herself pondering the situation they found themselves in. What would happen if the sow hadn't cleared by the next morning? Would they need to call for help? What if it got even colder? A sudden memory passed through her head, of an old TV documentary about arctic explorers. She remembered that often, when trapped in cold climates, people would strip off and share body heat to keep themselves warm. Immediately, she felt her blush returning. Behind her, she felt Jackson's hands move lower down her back, to just above her ass, and she froze. A voice in the darkness, breathless, whispered. Uh, is this ok? My, uh, my arms were getting a little cramped;" Lindsey felt her breath catch in her throat. "Y-yeah, it's fine, don't worry." Instinctively, she shuffled her weight a bit, making it more comfortable for both of them. The two lay in silence for a bit longer, before Lindsey felt her own arms beginning to cramp, her hands on the seat taking most of her weight to keep it off Jackson. Readjusting, she let her body fall, and found her hands around his shoulders, holding him close. "Is that ok too?" She felt him nod underneath her and felt a sigh of relief escaped her lips. His soft voice filled the quiet again. "Sure. Don't worry about squishing me, you're; you're pretty light, you know;" The two chuckled and fell into silence again. Lindsey felt conflicted. She couldn't help but notice how firm his shoulders were, how warm and strong his arms around her felt. Soon, she found her mind wandering again, and quickly diverted her attention elsewhere. No, this was Jackson she was thinking about! She could never; could she? From under her, she felt Jackson shift, awkwardly, nervously, before speaking again. "Uh, hey Lindsey, are you; are you still cold?" Lindsey felt her heart beating like mad in her chest. "Y-yeah, a little. Actually." She thought about the arctic explorers again and bit her tongue. No, how could she even be thinking about that? But, if it kept them warmer; She didn't know what to do. On the one hand, she desperately wanted the warmth, on the other; "You know, um, one of the, I heard on tv once that, when people get stuck in the arctic they, uh; well;" Lindsey trailed off. Holy shit, what am I saying? Under her, she felt her best friend brace himself, unsure where she was going with this, and she bit her tongue again. Can't go back now... "Body heat gets kinda; you know; trapped by the, uh; by clothes; So they, uh; yeah" She couldn't bring herself to say it, the words kept getting caught in her mouth. A long pause sat frozen in the air. "So; should we?" "Y-yeah. Yeah, I; I heard the same thing. So; yeah. I think we should. You know; get, uh;" Jackson's voice trailed off, before returning with his trademark humor, although she could tell from his voice how painfully nervous he was. Just like her. "Besides, it's already pretty awkward, right? What's the harm? It's not like we've never seen each other naked before;" Even so, that was a long time ago, and they'd both changed a lot since then. Still, Lindsey couldn't deny the truth in Jackson words. With a breathless nod, she sat up, and the two friends began to undress. The young woman tried not to look as Jackson first stripped off his t-shirt, followed by his shorts. He paused, hands on the waistband of his boxers, and turned to her, still averting his gaze. "Uh, should we; I mean, we could keep our underwear on; But... "Yeah;" Lindsey's own breathless voice joined his. "I; I'm sure it; uh, it'll work better if there's nothing blocking the body heat; right?" "Yeah, yeah, I think so too;" As Jackson reached down and pulled off his underwear, Lindsey averted her eyes again. She couldn't deny that part of her wanted to see him, stripped naked before her, but she did her best to ignore it. "Just; promise not to look, ok?" Jackson nodded. Staring pointedly at the roof of the car, Lindsey swallowed nervously before unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall into the foot well as she fiddled with the zipper of her jeans. Down to her underwear, she could feel the bitter cold attacking her bare skin, and the desire to get back under cover overpowered her nerves. Fiddling behind her back with numbing fingers, she struggled to unhook her bra, and when she finally did she let out a yelp of surprise as the fabric slipped from her hand, sending the item straight down onto Jackson's face. A frozen moment hung in the air, before the pair started laughing. Settling back down, Lindsey, reached down and slipped off her panties, the momentum of the moment carrying her forward before she could second guess herself. Hurriedly dragging the mountain of fabric back over themselves, the pair did their best to ignore the feeling of the other person's naked body, pressed so close to their own. But soon they were snuggled down again, and Lindsey couldn't deny the way her bare tits felt pressed against Jackson's chest, her nipples stiffened by the cold and unmistakable against his skin. If she'd felt strange before, it was nothing to how she felt now. In the dark, she could feel her cheeks burning bright red, and she desperately hoped Jackson couldn't see. Between them, her heartbeat pounded in her chest, mixing with Jackson's as the two childhood friends held onto each other, already feeling warmer. She could barely breathe as she slid her arms back over his shoulders, feeling his hands take hold on her waist once again. Even though they'd held each other this way only moments before, without their clothes it felt so much more intimate, and Lindsey, could feel the butterflies in her stomach reaching a fever pitch. Between my legs, she felt a tingling in her loins, and she bit her lip hard in an attempt to calm herself down. Truth be told, she'd never seen a man naked before; she'd never had a boyfriend stick around long enough to get that far. Underneath her, pressed against her thigh, she could feel something hard, and it took her a moment to realize what it was. Concealing a gasp, the young woman. Is that; it can't be? But then, what else could it be? Lindsey realized it could be only one thing; Jackson's penis! Underneath her, she felt her best friend shuffle uncomfortably, and his half-erect cock pressed against her thigh, only inches from her virgin pussy. Lindsey felt a thrill of excitement ripple through her, but she repressed it. She didn't know what to think. Did he; Like her? How long had he felt that way? Was he; thinking about her now? She knew that last part had to be true. After all, she was thinking about him, and it had to be hard to think of anything else with a naked girl pressed on top of you. She couldn't believe this was happening, could never have believed it would happen. Part of her leapt for joy, but the rest of her was just as confused as ever. Should she say something? Try to take it further? Settling her head down onto his chest, she whispered out to him in the dark. "We should; we should sleep." "Yeah; Sleep;" Underneath her, she felt his cock twitch, still pressed against her soft thigh. Despite her words, she knew she couldn't sleep like this. A minute passed. Then another. Soon, an hour had gone by, and Lindsey was still awake, staring silently at the back of the chairs in front. The two lay together, perfectly still, until a voice broke the silence. "Lindsey; Are you still awake?" The young woman froe. She didn't know whether to speak up, or stay silent. Underneath her, she could still feel his hard cock, throbbing against her leg, and how hot it was making her feel. Between her thighs, she could feel how damp her pussy had gotten, and she squeezed them tightly together in an attempt to relieve the pressure. It didn't work. A long moment passed, and she didn't hear anything else from him. She wondered if she should've spoken up, should've said something, should've confessed how she felt, and she was seconds away from opening her mouth when a sudden movement made her pause. Behind her, she felt the grip on her back tighten, and the hips underneath her shift, just enough for the hard shaft pressed against her leg to slip between her thighs. She felt like her heart was about to burst out of her mouth. The thick rod felt even hotter squeezed between her legs, the head ever so slightly damp against her skin. It felt; nice. Really nice. Then she felt him start to move. Lindsey had to bite her lip to stop herself moaning as between her legs, Jackson began to thrust, sliding his cock against her, as the pressure of her legs kept him upright and rock solid. Her heart stopped in her chest as she felt him moving. Oh my god. Oh my god, he's really doing it! Her brain went into overdrive, trying to make sense of what was happening as she felt his cock thrusting slowly, softly, between her thighs. She knew she had to say something, but she had no idea what, especially not now. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop. So, in a mixture of fear and excitement, she lay still, and silent. Her pussy was absolutely soaked. Her pelvis felt hot, incredibly hot, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself moaning in pleasure, the simple act of his thrusts sending her body into a state of near-ecstasy. God, she wanted him. Wanted to feel him inside her, taking her, taking her virginity and making her a woman. Words couldn't describe how badly she wanted Jackson to toss her onto her back, clamp her mouth shut, and pound himself into her till she came. She lay still for what felt like an eternity, just waiting for him to take it further, to force himself into her, before the pressure became too great, and she began moving her hips back in time with his. Slowly, gently, she raised them up as he pulled back, and let them fall down as he pushed up. Not by much, no more than an inch, but it was enough to make her pussy gush with anticipation. Underneath her, Jackson let out a groan and started to buck his hips faster. He must think I'm asleep, she thought to herself. Should I? Maybe I should tell him; But despite her thoughts, Lindsey did nothing. She felt his hands move down her body, across the small of her back to her ass, giving it a soft squeeze as he continued to fuck her thighs. His thrusts started to get longer, driving further up and down, and soon she felt his shaft pressed against her nether lips. The feeling of him so close to her virgin entrance was just too much, and Lindsey let out an involuntary mewl of arousal. Immediately, Jackson's movements stopped, and the young woman bit her lip. Damn it! Don't stop now! From the darkness, she heard a voice, shaking with nervousness. "Lindsey? A-are you awake?" "Don't stop;" was all she managed to say. The lust in her voice surprised even her, the shaky, drawn-out vowels and underlying moan sending ripples through both of them. Immediately, she felt Jackson's hands tense up, squeezing her ass, before his hips started to move again. The girl shut her eyes tight, still moving her hips, drawing him closer to her virgin entrance. She couldn't deny it anymore; she wanted him inside her, want him to make love to her, right there, on the backseat of his car! She loved him, deeply, desperately, and she'd do anything to take things further. "Please; Jackson;" "Yeah?" The young man's voice was as breathless as hers., the tip of his cock pressed firmly against her slit, his hips grinding up and down, grinding against hers, making her whole body shiver with arousal. "I want you to; to fuck me; please; I can't take it anymore!" Without a word, she felt him grab her hips firmly, and press himself against her entrance. Even if she'd wanted to, it was too late to turn back now. With a firm push on the small of her back, he raised his hips, and Lindsey cried out as she felt his cock sink into her virgin snatch, piercing her hymen and burying itself in her to the hilt. Slowly, she turned her head to look at Jackson, a look of absolute pleasure plastered on her features. She stared down for a long, silent moment, mouth hanging open and eyes wide, adjusting to the feeling of penetration, before reaching out and cupping his face, her best friend-turned-lover, and kissing him deeply. Between them, she could feel her walls relaxing around his girth, expanding to fit his thick member, and growing braver she began to over her hips once more, rolling them softly and mewling into his mouth as the two began to make love. Her movements were jerky and clumsy, but as she stared into Jackson's eyes, she could think of nothing but the love she felt for him. Holding on tight, she started to ride him fast, lifting her hips and letting them drop down again, feeling his firm shaft slide in and out of her sopping snatch. In response, Jackson began to move his hips too, thrusting up to meet her, pushing himself deep into his childhood friend before withdrawing. It took a while for the pair to find their rhythm, but soon they were fucking like crazy. Lindsey moaned loudly until Jackson pulled her head back towards him, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her more passionately than ever. As his cock sank into her over and over again, his tongue slipped into her mouth, tangling with hers as he took her virginity. She didn't know if he was still a virgin, but she honestly didn't care. "I wanted this for so long, Lindsey. Wanted you. I love you" "I, I love you too; I've l loved you; for years!" Lindsey's high-pitched voice mingled with her moans. "I'm sorry I pre; pretended to b-be asleep!" Her pussy was on fire, the sex felt better than anything she'd ever experienced before, and as she confessed her feelings for her best friend her movements only get faster, more desperate, pumping her hips as hard as she could while underneath her Jackson bucked and groaned. "I wanted to s-see how far you'd go; whether you.. wanted me too; I'm s-sorry;" She shut her eyes tight in shame, keeping her hips moving as best as she could. Just then, she felt Jackson grab her tight, and flip her onto her back, rolling on top of her and quickly forcing his cock back into her quivering pussy. Lindsey squealed, the sudden change of position exhilarating her, and she grabbed hold of his back as Jackson growled, pounding into her with a fury she'd never seen from him before. Legs up in the air, dangling uselessly, the young woman cried out in pain and pleasure as her lover buried his face in her neck, kissing and biting her as he fucked her mercilessly. Underneath her, she felt his hand still groping at her ass, and as he drove his cock into the deepest parts of your aching pussy, she could only moan and mewl. With his cock thrusting deeply in and out of her, she was helpless to do anything but shake your hips back up in time, squealing and moaning in erotic ecstasy. In the heat of the moment, she barely registered her legs, wrapping around him, keeping him deep inside her as she clung on to his back for dear life, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. Inside her, she could feel the first sparks of climax beginning to ignite, and she cried out into Jackson's ear as he dominated her, the man of her dreams, her childhood best friend. "Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, Jackson! I love you, I love you so much! Fuck me!" Above her, she felt his pace start to falter, and she wrapped herself even tighter around him. Completely lost in the pleasure, his face buried in her neck as she hung on tight to his shoulders, she knew he must be getting close too. Each deep thrust sent new waves through her, and with each passing second, she felt her climax rising. "Yes! Yes! Yes, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, I’m gonna!" With a sudden cry, she felt herself crash over the edge, her whole body spasming as a wave of incredible pleasure washed over her, dulling her senses as she began to cum. She let out a shriek of ecstasy as her lower body began to rock and shudder, squeezing her pussy around her lover's cock as she came. The ripples of pleasure exploded throughout her entire body, sending her muscles spasming and her legs shaking around his waist. She felt her back arching painfully as her body, wracked with pleasure, crashed through her climax, her entire being seized by spasms as the walls of her pussy quivered and contracted. Through the chaos of her climax, she was dimly aware of Jackson fighting against his own orgasm, trying to pull himself out before he blew his load inside her, but her legs wrapped so tightly around him kept him buried inside. Digging her nails into his back, she wailed out through her orgasm "Cum in me! Cum in me! Do it, please!" Finally, she felt his hips slam forward one last time, his cock pushed deep, deep inside her, as the warmth of his cum began to spread throughout her abdomen. The feeling of being cream-pied only made her cum harder, and a second wave of spasms crashed across her. By the time the two of them were finished, Jackson was well and truly spent, his balls thoroughly emptied into Lindsey's tight teen twat. As their orgasms subsided, he collapsed on top of her, panting as his semen pooled inside her pussy. "Wow;" Lindsey lay beneath him, unable to speak, just panting happily with a smile on her lips. She pulled him in close so she could kiss him again, before wrapping her arms around him, holding him in a tight embrace. "Yeah; What a way to stay warm;" Jackson chuckled at that. "You; you really wanted me for that long?" Lindsey nodded. "For as long as I can remember;" She felt him sigh, and she giggled as he ruffled her hair. "God, I love you Linds;" "I love you too;" leaning up, she planted a kiss on his cheek. Words could describe how happy she was. No, not happy, overjoyed. "You know; something tells me the snows not gonna let up anytime soon;" She gave him a wink. "And there's a lot of other stuff I've always wanted to try. Jackson laughed again, nuzzling back into her neck as he kissed her, his skin hot against hers. As he moved, his softening cock slipped free of her pussy, followed by a thin trail of semen, which ran out of her and began pooling on the car seat below. Lindsey smiled. "You came inside;" She didn't sound angry, or surprised, just; content "Yeah, I guess I did; Not that I had much choice, the way you were clinging to me." He nibbled her ear softly before whispering into it. "But I really liked it;" Lindsey let out a contented mewl. "Me too, it felt amazing;" I giggle softly, and snuggle closer "But something tells me I should start taking birth control from now on. You wouldn't want to fuck a baby into your best friend, now would you?" She laughed again, feeling his cock stiffen underneath her in response. "So, you ready for round two?" Based on a post by LindseyLuv, for Literotica.

“There were 2 years of my life that I was dead certain I was gonna be a breakdancer…”   The release of THE ULTIMATE SIN on January 24, 1986, the 4th studio album from OZZY OSBOURNE (and the 2nd & final album to feature Jake E. Lee on guitar) is definitely one of the heaviest albums of Ozzy's 80's output.    “I've got the magic!”   With heavier riffs, crazier guitar pyrotechnics, and darker lyrical themes like nuclear annihilation, THE ULTIMATE SIN blends in just the right amount of glam while still maintaining the essential heaviness that is a prerequisite for any classic OZZY album. While perhaps a bit “more Blizzard than Diary”, it's a dramatic improvement from Bark At The Moon and is overall heavier and more focused.   “Oh yeah, the ‘dunniguhh'? Yeah…I remember that one.”   Get ready for some metal news and current events, understand that “most people, if they have a mustache” can only look like one of three different people (or a combination of all three), and accept the fact that “the bur-duh-dur is what got ‘em”.    Be sure to check out our 2 brand-new embedded podcasts within this one and realize “I've lost my magic…ever since you moved me over here…” when you JOIN US as we head back to the mid-80's with OZZY OSBOURNE and THE ULTIMATE SIN. Visit www.metalnerdery.com/podcast for more on this episode Help Support Metal Nerdery https://www.patreon.com/metalnerderypodcast Leave us a Voicemail to be played on a future episode: 980-666-8182 Metal Nerdery Tees and Hoodies – metalnerdery.com/merch and kindly leave us a review and/or rating on your favorite Podcast app Follow us on the Socials: Facebook - Instagram - TikTok Email: metalnerdery@gmail.com Can't be LOUD Enough Playlist on Spotify Metal Nerdery Munchies on YouTube @metalnerderypodcast   Show Notes: (00:01): “Date night sausage…isn't EVERY sausage a date night sausage?” / “We're keeping with the ‘O' themes…” / “I've lost my magic…ever since you moved me over here…”/ #markthetime / “This is great radio…”/ “This is why we have 6 listeners…”/ “Let's hold ‘em high and suck ‘em down…”/ ***WARNING: #listenerdiscretionisadvised ***/ “It's delicious and sticky…here in Bunkerpoon, Georgia…”/ ***WELCOME BACK TO THE METAL NERDERY PODCAST!!!*** / “That's 2 in a row…”   (04:04): “I think the government is actually changing the time…and that shit the airplanes are spitting out…”/ #MetalNews and #MetalHappenings / #pictorial (“A spread?”) / #ArchEnemy / #GunsNRosesWorldTour / “How much are tickets gonna be?”/ #CastleRat and #HighOnFire / “Could be #ThunderAtlanta if it was raining and it was the 80's…”/ #EmberingEffigy / #Slayer #HellAwaits / “If they did remix it…”/ #RIBMix / “R.I.B'd for our pleasure…” / #Megadeth and the final tour   (9:47): ***SOCIAL MEDIA US AT #TikTok #YouTube #InstaGram and #Facebook at #metalnerderypodcast, EMAIL US at metalnerdery@gmail.com , VOICEMAIL US at 980-666-8182, and/or PATREON US at patreon.com/metalnerderypodcast *** / ***Check out our wide variety of merchandise options for the holidays at metalnerdery.com/merch *** /  “We're working through some things right now…” / “We're all gonna look just like Bill…”/ “We could do…an embedded podcast within a podcast…” / #AngryMattPodcast and #RussellsLoveTips   (13:39): “WHADDYA WANNA HEAR!?” / #TheDocket METAL NERDERY PODCAST PRESENTS: OZZY OSBOURNE – THE ULTIMATE SIN / “Have you guys seen the documentary?” / #OzzyNoEscapeFromNow #OzzyOsbourne / “This will be the #conspiracytheorypodcast …”/ “45 or 50?” / 4th studio album / Released January 24, 1986 / “Wait a minute…what was that?” / “There were 2 years of my life that I was dead certain I was gonna be a breakdancer…”/ “Dude, I did it!”/ “Mega 80's” / “I know what your breakdancer name would be…WAGE WAX…” / “It's gonna be better than Bark At The Moon…fingers crossed…”/ “Remember the video for The Ultimate Sin?” / Produced by  Ron Nevison / THE ULTIMATE SIN / Go check out the #musicvideo for this!!! / “Oh yeah, where he looks like Boss Hogg?”/ “I bet she does backdoor stuff, man…look at her eyes.”   (28:00): SECRET LOSER / “That sounds like the 80's, for sure…”/ “It's a better mix than #BarkAtTheMoon for sure…”/ “I've got the magic!”/ NEVER KNOW WHY / “You can't say that! That's Dio's song…” / #WeRock #IWannaRock / “That's an #IronMaiden tune…the drums…what song is it?” Women in Uniform?”/ “Oh yeah, the ‘dunniguhh'? Yeah…I remember that one.”   (35:40): THANK GOD FOR THE BOMB / “This is not the one I was thinking of…I was thinking of ‘Killer of Giants'…” / “Nuke you, nuke you…” / NEVER / “You can definitely feel the 80's in this…”/ “It's way riffier than Bark At The Moon…”/ #placekeyboardnoiserighthere / “That song is so good but the rest of the album…”   (41:26): Side 2 / LIGHTNING STRIKES / “There's your hook, Russ…” / #veryhooky / “This is so much more Blizzard than Diary…” / “Let's be honest…most of Ozzy's stuff is pop…He's the pop of metal…”/ “The 2nd (and also last) album with Jake E. Lee…” / KILLER OF GIANTS / “No Kerslake?” / #Sailing / #RoyClark and #JerryReed / “It was another Burt Reynolds movie…”/ “Most people, if they have a mustache, they look like either a fireman, a gay porn star, a pedophile, or a combination of all three…” (50:43): FOOL LIKE YOU / “Awww, listen to that!” / “That's gotta be harmonics…”/ “It's my thing now…”/ “He's got some tasty riffs and tasty licks…hey, that should be the name of the podcast…”/ #metallicks / “Do you think the beginning of Fool Like You is like the beginning of Surfacing?” / “It reminded us of that…”/ “Dude, we should do a #Nickelback Inside The Metal…maybe a #Chronicles (episode)…”/ “Which is worse: Nickelback or #KISS?” / “Not 3, but three…”/ #IlluminatiThree / “I guess you do gotta do more finger acrobatics…”/ SHOT IN THE DARK / #thekillercloser #thebighitsingle / “That's a terrible closer…” / “Records? Who am I kidding…the more I listen to streams I really like…”/ “Remember the 80's pants?”/ #momjeans / “This is our front butt gunt…” / #frontbutt #frontgunt #frontbuttgunt / “You know who she reminds me of a whole lot!?” / “She had that ‘why'…”/ “That's 2 things she'll never forget…or always remember…”/ “It's the first album cover to feature artwork…”/  “The bur-duh-dur is what got ‘em…” / THANK YOU FOR JOINING US!!! / #untilthenext #outroreel

Bienvenidos a un nuevo episodio de Expediente GX, con DJ Panchi, de Tú, yo y el Indie. ¿Alguna vez os habéis preguntado por qué jugamos? O sea, ¿por qué nos gusta jugar a videojuegos? ¿Es por las historias? ¿Es por la jugabilidad? ¿Es por la suma de ambas partes? ¿O quizás es porque nos gusta tener el control y la posibilidad de superar retos que otros nos imponen? ¿Se trata de superación personal? Está claro que no es un solo motivo, que al final todo lo que he comentado influye un poco en nosotros, en mayor o menor medida, y hace que cuando disfrutamos de nuestro ocio favorito, sintamos cosas, sensaciones, sentimientos, emociones, todo eso que nos hace sentir vivos. Porque, no me digáis que no os gusta sentiros el puto amo cuando estáis jugando. Que no disfrutáis cuando superáis ese nivel que tanto os costaba, y no me neguéis que alguna vez le habéis hablado a la pantalla como si estuvierais hablando con el propio desarrollador, echándole a la cara que habéis podido superar ese reto que os habían planteado, sintiéndonos como si nadie antes lo hubiera conseguido, como si fuerais especiales. Pues esa es la clave de los videojuegos. Nos hacen sentir especiales. Como a nuestro invitado de hoy, que también vive todas esas emociones como un aficionado más a los videojuegos, y que también se siente especial cuando juega, como cualquier otro apasionado de esta forma de ocio. Hoy nos acompaña Alberto Chavarría. Hoy nos acompaña, DJ Panchi, del canal “Tú, yo y el indie”.

Guild Wars 1, Octopath 0, new FFXIV content on the horizon, revisiting our favorite childhood films, talking smack about Tarantino talking smack, and exploring Jujutsu Kaisen! ALL on today's episode of the GG Podcast!

"Minnesota is in real trouble. The next governor needs to be battle-tested and solutions-oriented," writes Jeff Johnson. He joins Michele to explain why he thinks he is the candidate to unseat Tim Walz. Michele Tafoya is a four-time Emmy award-winning sportscaster turned political and cultural commentator. Record-setting, four-time Sports Emmy Award winner Michele Tafoya worked her final NBC Sunday Night Football game at Super Bowl LVI on February 13, 2022, her fifth Super Bowl. She retired from sportscasting the following day. In total, she covered 327 games — the most national primetime TV games (regular + postseason) for an NFL sideline reporter. Learn More about “The Michele Tafoya Podcast” here: https://linktr.ee/micheletafoya Subscribe to “The Michele Tafoya Podcast” here: https://apple.co/3nPW221 Follow Michele on twitter: https://twitter.com/Michele_Tafoya Follow Michele on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/realmicheletafoya/ Learn more about the Salem Podcast network: https://salempodcastnetwork.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

"Minnesota is in real trouble. The next governor needs to be battle-tested and solutions-oriented," writes Jeff Johnson. He joins Michele to explain why he thinks he is the candidate to unseat Tim Walz. Michele Tafoya is a four-time Emmy award-winning sportscaster turned political and cultural commentator. Record-setting, four-time Sports Emmy Award winner Michele Tafoya worked her final NBC Sunday Night Football game at Super Bowl LVI on February 13, 2022, her fifth Super Bowl. She retired from sportscasting the following day. In total, she covered 327 games — the most national primetime TV games (regular + postseason) for an NFL sideline reporter. Learn More about “The Michele Tafoya Podcast” here: https://linktr.ee/micheletafoya Subscribe to “The Michele Tafoya Podcast” here: https://apple.co/3nPW221 Follow Michele on twitter: https://twitter.com/Michele_Tafoya Follow Michele on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/realmicheletafoya/ Learn more about the Salem Podcast network: https://salempodcastnetwork.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

HDYS Interview with Jibbs and Kash of Azeroth Morning Radio! - Ep 33 Show Notes  Welcome to Episode 33! – 2:29         We dodged two goblin toughs for a few moments, but we will need to get the show going before they return.   “What Have You Done Lately?” and a bit of news – 3:07     Great response to Episode 32 and in particular the profile of my deceased uncle Did anyone notice the missing intro and outro music in Ep. 32?  Had to do a quick fix and re-upload 11.2.7 is out and I have not jumped into Housing Exciting to see all the creativity around Housing Will drive players into a lot of old content Please be patient while it all gets sorted and adjusted – this is a monumental addition to WoW I need to get into the 11.2.7 questline before it gets spoiled all over the place for me Main Topic: Interview with Jibbs and Kash – 14:54 We chat about the success of Azeroth Morning Radio, its inspirations, and all the work behind it.  Of course, we mix in plenty of WoW talk along with some 11.2.7, our outlook on WoW in general, possible systems improvements, what they identify with in game, and, yes, Housing (they snuck in before we recorded without me – see if they ever get invited back to this show)   Lightning Round with two people! – 1:27:52 This is my chance to pit co-host against co-host and see who know whom better.  Will it be quick?  No.  Will it cause a podcast divorce?  Maybe, but if so, we have that covered, too.   Outro – 1:43:28 Thanks to Blizzard for the amazing music and sound, to OGRE for intro/outro music, my lovely and supportive wife, my family, and YOU for listening. Support the show at https://www.patreon.com/soloqueuewow Thank you to contributing patrons Andrew, Righteous Bandy, ThatSkyGuy, Cyn, Snek of Voldun, Jon, Scott, Jeru, Raven, Greybeard, Case, and Pasta Matt!  And thanks to free members Max, Eddie, Bear, Friends of Wumpus, Sean, Curro, Aronaar, AedinNahkriin, Guardian Sandy, Alice, Don, Kamil, Wednesday, Eric, and TJ! Subscribe to the podcast at your podcast feed of choice, Apple, Spotify, and all the rest.  Leave a 5-star rating and a written review to help grow Solo Queue. Find Kash on Twitter @kashquests; email AMR Find Jibbs on Twitter @jibbsirl Contact Azeroth Morning Radio by email at azerothmorningradio@gmail.com; visit the website azerothmorningradio.com You can contact me at soloqueuewow at gmail.com, Bluesky, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Threads. Happy Winterveil and Merry Christmas! “We will see you out there."

Lex is decking the halls. Sean searches for mistletoe. No, wait. That is later in the month. Right now, housing is the talk of the town! Midnight continues to develop with news that is giving Sean reason to cheer. The schedule for season 1 of Midnight is revealed as Sean worries for the poor 0.1%. News Housing 1st Impressions The talk of the town is the town as Warcraft early access opens up to all who have purchased the upcoming Midnight expansion. Links Housing Early Access Trailer | World of Warcraft: MidnightWhat's Next for WoW Housing? Interview with Devs Jay Hwang and Garth DeAngelis 11.2.7 is Here The prologue to the midnight expansion is live in NA and EU. Midnight Prologue CampaignRevamped New and Returning Player ExperienceLorewalking: ElvesPandaren Heritage ArmorTurbulent Timeways (through to Feb 9th)Brawler's Guild (Next Week) Links https://worldofwarcraft.blizzard.com/en-us/news/2424444211.2.7 The Warning Launch Trailer | World of Warcraft Dungeon Philosophy in Action Changes to the dungeons begin reflecting the team's new philosophies. Standardized short castImportant casts with 4 sec or greater cast timeReduced number of castersBolt-slop reduced damageAnti Focus Fire behaviorCast Audio Notification (player and target) Links New Interrupt Philosophy Showcased in Midnight's Mythic+ Testing - Wowhead News Seeing Red Combat Addons are still allowed to provide a competitive advantage as Blizzard reneges on the entire reason for the addon de-escalation. Through a use of conditionals Platynator was able to color code:BossesLieutenantsCastersMeleeMinor enemiesCasters would only change to their colour when they first cast an interruptible spell.Blizzard has said this is okay but has not made any commitment to put this functionality into the default UI.  Links Color-Coding Enemy Nameplates is Returning in Midnight - Wowhead News Midnight Epic Edition Contest is over Congratulations to Pandachow, NickBeresford, and Random.ffxiv

This week in games, the money moves got messy: Dream Games recalibrates its ambitions, ByteDance keeps loading the mobile war chest, and Arc Games chooses freedom (and spreadsheets) by going independent. We take a look at Where Winds Meet and what it really says about China's next wave of global ambitions, unpack South Korea's newest Blizzard play, and ask the uncomfortable question: how are indie studios actually surviving right now? Spoiler: it's not pretty. On the investor side, VC interest in games keeps cooling, but PlayerUnknown Productions thinks lightning can strike twice. Finally, we zoom out to the battlefield of 4X strategy — the genre's current health, the growing wave of female players, and whether a fresh face like Tile Survive can rewrite the rules. 00:00 Welcome00:22 Introduction and Shills04:26 Dream Games Budget Correction14:06 Bite Dance's Mobile Investments19:22 Arc Games Independence20:52 Where Winds Meet: A New Chinese Game29:17 The South Korea Deal and Blizzard's Business Model31:21 Success and Challenges of Indie Game Studios33:38 VC Investments in Gaming: A Tough Landscape36:12 PlayerUnknown Productions and Their New Game47:37 The State of 4X Strategy Games51:24 The Rise of Female Gamers in 4X Strategy55:48 Tile Survive: A New Contender in 4X Strategy59:56 Conclusion and Future Topics

This week on the podcast, your two favorite comedians discuss… —Midwest Blizzard 2025—Male Enhancement—Kim Kardashian00:00 Introductions02:10 Blizzard 06:46 Self-Pleasure17:87 Kim Kardashian29:45 Twitter34:12 Kevin Spacey40:38 ScientologyBlizzard 2025nathan got to drive in the snowstorm that made national news.It was “good times.”Self-PleasureWell, nathan used to receive targeted advertising telling him how to be a better bottom, but that's yesterday's news.Now—since he just had a birthday—he's getting ads to help him fix his broken wiener.Huzzah!Kim KardashianKim Kardashian is stupid, everyone!Who knew?I mean, except for… Well, everyone.We all knew she was dumb.Now there's clinical proof.TwitterElon released a map of the country of origin for every account on his misinformation platform, and lo and behold… All the MAGA bots are based in foreign countries.Like Kim Kardashian being dim, who knew?(Everyone. Everyone knew. Just not the morons who buy into the fake patriotism.) Kevin SpaceyHe's such a good actor…Is he an awful human being? Scientology Everyone's favorite alien-based religion is on TikTok… And they're actually having fun with things.Will the GIVE US MONEY “religion” make a comeback and hit 1990s levels of enrollment? We're gonna find out!Idiots on Parade: we mock the news, so you don't have to.Tune in and get your giggle on.Find Jake at @jakeveveraFind nathan at nathantimmel.comShow your support by picking up a T-Shirt: https://nathan-timmel.dashery.com/

Woman is sent to WCW, Missy arrives, 911 is missing, Bam Bam appears, Sandman wants Raven, and Joey recaps his weekend and takes no responsibility as he takes a look at the Big Apple Blizzard Blast from ECW. Paypal (https://paypal.me/cupofjoepod) Patreon (https://patreon.com/BabyKangarooMedia) Email: cupofjoewrestlingshow@gmail.com Twitter (https://x.com/cupofjoepod)

We chat about this year's Game Awards nominees and talk about our favorites of the bunch.The 001 Radio Gamescast is our weekly podcasts where a group of game developers and artists talk about a variety of different topics, ranging from current news to games and entertainment. If you'd rather listen to the show on your favorite podcast platform, check us out on the platform of your choice. 001 Radio Gamescast airs on Tuesdays at 7 PM EST, though occasionally episodes may air at different times in the week. Links: www.twitch.tv/megamatchanchor.fm/001radiohttps://www.youtube.com/@001RadioAbout the HostsAll of us have been involved in the game industry in the past, primarily as artists and designers. Ryan currently works at Blizzard on Diablo IV as a game designer. Opinions are our own.

We touched the grass, ate the turkey and watched the sports ball. Video game discord trudged on. With these perspectives, we return to ai up to its old bull. Banana Fish has been released on Amazon Prime Video with a horrid case of the Computer voice for the english dub. Where Winds Meet's ai chat bots are being tricked into completing quests early. In other news, Team Cherry wants to make new things, Jeff Keighley has found a terrible portal and Kyle's voice is going out!

On March 19, 1982, Randy Rhoads — the prodigiously gifted guitarist who helped redefine heavy metal's sound in the early '80s — died at the age of 25 in a plane crash while on tour with Ozzy Osbourne. Known for his blistering technique and classical-inspired precision, Rhoads brought sophistication and melody to a genre previously defined by raw power. His work on Blizzard of Ozz and Diary of a Madman not only revived Osbourne's solo career but set a new standard for guitar virtuosity, influencing generations of players from metal to modern rock. Hosts: Jason Beckerman, Derek Kaufman Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Brian touched down in Chicago after a long day of travel and was immediately greeted by Internet Scientists. Chicago’s best morning radio show now has a podcast! Don’t forget to rate, review, and subscribe wherever you listen to podcasts and remember that the conversation always lives on the Q101 Facebook page. Brian & Kenzie are live every morning from 6a-10a on Q101. Subscribe to our channel HERE: https://www.youtube.com/@Q101 Like Q101 on Facebook HERE: https://www.facebook.com/q101chicago Follow Q101 on Twitter HERE: https://twitter.com/Q101Chicago Follow Q101 on Instagram HERE: https://www.instagram.com/q101chicago/?hl=en Follow Q101 on TikTok HERE: https://www.tiktok.com/@q101chicago?lang=enSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This is the same episode as the previous one. Without any background music. Title chapters are slightly different despite content being the same. 1.Chicago's Winter Storms (0:02-1:08) Introduction to Midwest winter storm ingredients and the uniqueness of the recent Chicago storm. 2. November's Record Snow (1:08-2:14) Discussion of the record-breaking snowfall at Chicago O'Hare Airport in November. 3. Lake Effect Snow (2:14-3:22) Explanation of the rarity of lake effect snow in Chicago and the previous snow event. 4. The South Wind Anomaly (3:22-4:25) Details about how the recent storm defied the typical need for northeast winds for significant snow in Chicago. 5. Gulf Moisture and Chicago Snow (4:25-6:28) The quality and impact of gulf moisture contributing to heavy snowfall and wind impact. 6. A Solid 8 Inches for Chicago (6:28-7:30) The source and quality of moisture that contributed to the snowfall across the Chicago metro area. 7. Impressive, But Not a Blizzard (7:30-9:36) Forecast for upcoming weather systems, including potential for more snow and a powerhouse storm on the East Coast. 8. The Winter Season Outlook (9:36-11:46) A look at four approaching weather systems, including the potential for a six-inch snowstorm and a possible polar vortex. 9. Optimism for Winter Enthusiasts (11:46-end) Reflection on the recent snowfall and reasons for optimism among winter weather enthusiasts, plus closing thanks.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/weather-with-enthusiasm--4911017/support.

This episode starts in the evening the day after Thanksgiving. I start by playing some slots and then move on to another casino where I end up trapped at a blackjack table for over 3 hours. I take tremendous swings on a double deck with 1-20 spread and three Pit Bosses watching over me.

Looking for scary Christmas horror stories to binge while you decorate the tree? This feature-length Christmas horror podcast special from Weekly Spooky packs 10 terrifying holiday horror tales into one nonstop marathon of killer Santas, haunted Christmas traditions, deadly blizzards, cursed letters, and creepy toy stores. Perfect for anyone who loves Christmas horror movies, ghost stories for Christmas, and spooky holiday podcasts.This is the first in our holiday horror binge, dropping every Saturday until New Year's, so you'll always have fresh Christmas horror audio to play while the snow falls and the lights flicker.Inside this Christmas horror compilation:I'll Be Home For Christmas — by Shane MigliavaccaSnowed into an isolated girls' boarding school during a brutal winter storm, homesick teens settle in for a cozy Christmas Eve—until a desperate knock at the door turns the night into a terrifying siege of blood, fear, and survival.Christmas Rage — by Rob FieldsAt Strickfield Towne Centre Mall, Christmas Eve explodes into violence when simmering grudges, holiday stress, and one very dangerous man in a Santa suit turn the season of giving into a slasher-fueled massacre.Welcome to Tiny Christmas, Iowa! — by Michelle AntisocialA burned-out city transplant takes a job in the “tiniest, most Christmasiest place in Iowa,” where it's always December, the decorations never come down, and the town's obsession with holiday cheer hides a truly sinister secret.The Santa Letters — by Morgan MooreInspired by the infamous Circleville letters, a quiet Ohio town is terrorized by anonymous “Santa” notes filled with accusations and threats—turning Christmas mail into a weapon and shattering the illusion of a peaceful holiday.Babes in Terrorland — by Morgan MooreA classic neighborhood toy store overflows with shoppers, kids, and glittering displays… but after closing time, the lights go out, the doors lock, and the aisles become a maze of fear where Christmas wishes twist into a claustrophobic nightmare.The Weather Outside is Frightful — by Shane MigliavaccaOn Christmas Eve 1973, a rookie cop and her jaded partner answer a call in the middle of a once-in-a-decade blizzard—only to discover something inhuman hunting in the snow, and a storm that may never let them escape.Satan Claus — by Keith TomlinA family's ugliest sins summon a monstrous, horned figure in a Santa hat from the winter woods. This isn't Saint Nick—it's something far older, delivering brutal justice to the truly naughty on Christmas night.Christmas Cranberries — by L. F. FalconerA cruel boy grows obsessed with an old-world Christmas legend, only to learn that some hungry holiday spirits are waiting for a chance to taste something fresh, red, and screaming—no matter how pretty the table looks.The Naughty List — by Keith TomlinA vicious twelve-year-old wakes up in an icy labyrinth with other “bad kids,” stalked by a towering Christmas beast and watched by eerie elves. This year, Santa's naughty list is real, and the punishment is permanent.Lady Frankenstein — by Rob FieldsIn the village of Strickfield, a descendant of Henry Frankenstein uses a conveniently fresh corpse and his ancestor's notes to build the perfect woman just before Christmas—only to unleash a vampiric creation into the holiday shopping crowds.If you crave Christmas horror stories, holiday ghost stories, and winter horror podcasts you can binge all season long, this Weekly Spooky Christmas compilation belongs on your playlist from now through New Year's.Press play, plug in the tree, and let the holiday fear begin.

Welcome to Dev Game Club, where this week we begin a new series on 2001's Pikmin. We set the game in its time and then spend a lot of time talking about putting Nintendo's spin on the RTS on a console. Dev Game Club looks at classic video games and plays through them over several episodes, providing commentary. Sections played: The first few days Issues covered: a well-trod year, some MMO history, the GameCube at LucasArts, playing PC vs console, playing PC RTSes of the time, history with Pikmin, keeping an eye on Nintendo making and entering genre spaces, making a thing on controller first rather than jamming in a KBM game, Tim talks about his favorite controller again, inspirations, being embodied in the world vs the god's-eye view, the simplicity of the ship pieces and setup, Nintendo's open world game, meteors vs meteoroids, the puzzle RTS, making the environment more of the enemy than the creatures, lightly building an army, trading pikmin for time vs the heavy pieces, task-based challenges, spreading your army but limitations due to movement and level design, the Forest's Navel, moving to avatar-based RTSes and MOBAs, wanting to play the prototypes, forks in strategy games this year, the simplicity of verbs due to Olimar's centrality, limiting your verbs due to the controller, the cognitive overload of the PC RTS, diversions into Valve, where we're playing, letting go of accuracy and min/maxing, chunky buttons. Games, people, and influences mentioned or discussed: Calvin & Hobbes, Reed Knight, Halo: Combat Evolved, GTA III, Silent Hill 2, Ico, Civ III, Anachronox, Animal Crossing, Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney, Devil May Cry, MGS 2: Sons of Liberty, Final Fantasy X, Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance, Super Smash Melee, Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3, Jak & Daxter, Game Boy Advance, Advance Wars, Max Payne, Black & White, Dark Age of Camelot, Everquest, Matt Firor, Zenimax Online Studios, Shigeru Miyamoto, Eternal Darkness, Baldur's Gate II, Andrew Kirmse, StarCraft, Blizzard, Halo Wars, Ensemble Studios, Microsoft, Homeworld, Paul Pierce, Haden Blackman, Behind the Magic, Starfighter (series), Republic Commando, Nintendo64, Warcraft (series), Legend of Zelda, Super Mario 64, Splatoon, Metroid Prime, Shadows of the Empire, Rogue Squadron, GoldenEye, Nintendo Switch, Deadly Premonition, Blade Runner, Alien, Star Wars, X-Files, Twin Peaks, Breath of the Wild, The Witcher III, Assassin's Creed, Command & Conquer (series), Company of Heroes, Orcs Must Die, Dynasty Warriors (series), Calamity Nolan, Satoru Iwata, Peter Molyneux, Populous, Total Annihilation, DotA, Valve, IceFrog, Chet Faliszek, Wii, Chris Hecker, Outer Wilds, Far Cry 2, Kirk Hamilton, Aaron Evers, Mark Garcia.  Next time: More Pikmin (or possibly something else) Twitch: timlongojr and twinsunscorp  YouTube Discord  DevGameClub@gmail.com

My WoW Family (Part 2) and the Story of Norm - Ep 32 Show Notes  Welcome to Episode 32! – 1:06         After the first part of My WoW Family dropped, I was sidelined by some horrible throat cold.  Hard to record without a voice.  Having mostly recovered, it is time to continue the journey.   “What Have You Done Lately?” and a bit of news – 6:53     I am going to Blizzcon! Tickets and hotel acquired!  Will I see you there?  Let me know. Beta access has launched but I don't have access because unlike when you buy a Blizzcon ticket, your Battle.Net account is not connected to your purchase of the Collector's Edition. Will I have early access to Housing on December 2? Little progress in Legion Remix; wouldn't screenshots from the game make for great wall paintings for Housing décor? Surprise! I am NOT actually participating in the 21st anniversary events; stopped after a single trivia question   Main Topic: On Final WoW Family Story – 20:44 The most recent member of my WoW family appeared when helping me kill a K'aresh rare and hung out to teach me about Devourer Invasions   Raid of the Month:  Manaforge Omega? – 29:11 Now a few weeks ago, but the Lion's Pride Tavern raid team was kind enough to let me run through 6 bosses of Heroic with them!  They might not have known it was my first ever current content raid, but they might have guessed from a few of my actions or inactions.   Profile of My Uncle Norm – 57:01 My uncle Norm was 9 years older than me and took me under his wing when he didn't have to.  Then we drifted apart, and even stayed apart despite both playing WoW.  And then he passed away.  This profile dives into his WoW roster to see what I can learn about my uncle in his final years.  Thanks for listening along.  And thanks to my Aunt Connie for sharing Norm's story and his account with me.   Drink of the Month – 1:46:13 Straight from my uncle's bank, we crack a couple of Nethergarde Bitters and toast those who we all have lost.   SQ Mailbag – 1:47:37 Apple and Spotify and email – we finally catch up in the SQ Mailbag; keep the feedback coming!   Big Solo Queue Announcement! – 2:01:36 Why not start a Solo Together Housing Neighborhood and maybe even a guild?  Interested?  Let me know.   Outro – 2:05:33 Thanks to Blizzard for the amazing music and sound, to OGRE for intro/outro music, my lovely and supportive wife, my family, and YOU for listening. Support the show at https://www.patreon.com/soloqueuewow Thank you to contributing patrons Andrew, Righteous Bandy, ThatSkyGuy, Cyn, Snek of Voldun, Jon, Scott, Jeru, Raven, Greybeard, Case, and Pasta Matt!  And thanks to free members Max, Eddie, Bear, Friends of Wumpus, Sean, Curro, Aronaar, AedinNahkriin, Guardian Sandy, Alice, Don, Kamil, Wednesday, Eric, and TJ! Subscribe to the podcast at your podcast feed of choice, Apple, Spotify, and all the rest.  Leave a 5-star rating and a written review to help grow Solo Queue. You can contact me at soloqueuewow at gmail.com, Bluesky, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Threads. Lots of gratitude as we approach American Thanksgiving.  See you in December for an interview episode. “I will see you out there."

The Jay Thomas Show from Tuesday November 25th, 2025.  Guests include Harwood, ND Mayor Blake Hankey and from Alpha News, Liz Collin.

In this episode, Mike rewinds the clock to January 1978 and relives one of the most legendary winter storms in Michigan history — not as an adult, but as the 12-year-old kid he was at the time. Join Mike as he shares what it was like watching the storm unfold on TV and Radio as the local weather team track the impossible, and experiencing the chaos, excitement, and wonder of a once-in-a-generation blizzard. From the snow drifts taller than a kid to the surreal quiet of a world that completely shut down, this episode captures the Blizzard of '78 as only someone who lived it — wide-eyed and bundled up — can tell it. Mike sets the scene by sharing that he had just celebrated his birthday when the blizzard began, remembering how he had a pizza party at home after his father picked up Sicilian square pizza from a local place called Little Richard’s. He recalls the excitement in the air as TV news talked about the potential for a blizzard. On the morning of January 26, schools were closed as drifts of snow created significant chaos. Mike describes how everything was completely buried under the snow, with even the antenna of his mother’s car barely visible. The storm had high winds, creating massive drifts and making travel impossible. He recounts the challenges of feeding horses at a nearby barn and how his family navigated the snow-laden landscape. He humorously shares anecdotes about the struggles of shoveling snow with his cousin and their father using a 1970 John Deere lawn tractor equipped with a snowblower. After several days, the roads began to open again, and stories about neighbors and their interactions during the storm emerge, including a humorous tale about a front-end loader being used to deliver cigarettes to a stranded neighbor. As the storm’s impact persisted, schools were closed for an entire week, and the community adapted to the extraordinary amount of snow with creative solutions like snowshoeing for transportation. Mike also describes his memories of hot soups simmering on the wood stove during the storm, a comforting detail from those winter days. He revisits the enormous snowbanks that formed by the season’s end, making comparisons to today’s weather reactions and reminiscing about the blizzard’s lasting impact. Mike wraps up by inviting listeners who experienced the Blizzard of ’78 to share their stories and reflecting on how this blizzard remains a notable part of his childhood memory.

In this episode, Mike rewinds the clock to January 1978 and relives one of the most legendary winter storms in Michigan history — not as an adult, but as the 12-year-old kid he was at the time. Join Mike as he shares what it was like watching the storm unfold on TV and Radio as the local weather team track the impossible, and experiencing the chaos, excitement, and wonder of a once-in-a-generation blizzard. From the snow drifts taller than a kid to the surreal quiet of a world that completely shut down, this episode captures the Blizzard of '78 as only someone who lived it — wide-eyed and bundled up — can tell it. Mike sets the scene by sharing that he had just celebrated his birthday when the blizzard began, remembering how he had a pizza party at home after his father picked up Sicilian square pizza from a local place called Little Richard’s. He recalls the excitement in the air as TV news talked about the potential for a blizzard. On the morning of January 26, schools were closed as drifts of snow created significant chaos. Mike describes how everything was completely buried under the snow, with even the antenna of his mother’s car barely visible. The storm had high winds, creating massive drifts and making travel impossible. He recounts the challenges of feeding horses at a nearby barn and how his family navigated the snow-laden landscape. He humorously shares anecdotes about the struggles of shoveling snow with his cousin and their father using a 1970 John Deere lawn tractor equipped with a snowblower. After several days, the roads began to open again, and stories about neighbors and their interactions during the storm emerge, including a humorous tale about a front-end loader being used to deliver cigarettes to a stranded neighbor. As the storm’s impact persisted, schools were closed for an entire week, and the community adapted to the extraordinary amount of snow with creative solutions like snowshoeing for transportation. Mike also describes his memories of hot soups simmering on the wood stove during the storm, a comforting detail from those winter days. He revisits the enormous snowbanks that formed by the season’s end, making comparisons to today’s weather reactions and reminiscing about the blizzard’s lasting impact. Mike wraps up by inviting listeners who experienced the Blizzard of ’78 to share their stories and reflecting on how this blizzard remains a notable part of his childhood memory.

The Jay Thomas Show from Monday November 24th, 2025.  Guests include Kelly Schmidt and your calls and emails.

In this episode of “Mike Dell’s World,” Mike Dell explores various airports located north of Traverse City, Michigan. He begins the show by introducing himself and referencing the previous episode about flight schools and aviation-related topics in the area. He explains that he will be discussing other airports he has flown to or has connections with, utilizing ForeFlight, an electronic flight bag, for reference. Mike starts with Antrim County Airport (KACB), located northeast of Traverse City near Bellaire. He describes it as a small airport without a control tower in class E airspace, where pilots announce their locations on a common traffic frequency. He shares his experiences doing touch-and-go landings, low passes for practice, and highlights the airport’s amenities, including fuel services and a comfortable lounge. Next, he moves further north to Pellston Airport, noting its significance as an airport with scheduled airline service and a restaurant on-site, which he humorously labels a “hundred dollar hamburger” destination. He continues to mention Charlevoix Airport, which hosts Island Airways that services Beaver Island. He details the two airports on Beaver Island but admits he has not landed there. Mike then discusses Gaylord Regional Airport and Gaylord Airport, emphasizing their runway lengths and his experiences landing there. He contrasts this with Kalkaska City Airport, where he recalls the challenges of landing on a narrower runway. He also talks about Frankfurt Airport, sharing similar landing difficulties due to its relatively short and narrow runway. He proceeds to describe Manistee County Airport, known for its changing airlines and essential air service. He mentions Cadillac Wexford County Airport, highlighting a unique grass runway formerly used for gliders, which is no longer operational. He shares experiences of flying over various other airports like Mackinac Island and Saint Ignace, where approaches involve over-water flights. Mike mentions historic Acme Skyport Airport, which has been revived, and Thompsonville Airport, where he had an ultralight flying experience. He also reflects on Wertz Smith Airport, once a large military base with a long runway, describing his future intentions to visit. Throughout the episode, Mike humorously shares insights about his experiences at these airports, including the challenges of landing, the uniqueness of each location, and the importance of navigating various airspaces, especially concerning military operation areas. He concludes the episode by teasing that his next episode will cover his memories of the Blizzard of ’78 as a twelve-year-old.

In this episode of “Mike Dell’s World,” Mike Dell explores various airports located north of Traverse City, Michigan. He begins the show by introducing himself and referencing the previous episode about flight schools and aviation-related topics in the area. He explains that he will be discussing other airports he has flown to or has connections with, utilizing ForeFlight, an electronic flight bag, for reference. Mike starts with Antrim County Airport (KACB), located northeast of Traverse City near Bellaire. He describes it as a small airport without a control tower in class E airspace, where pilots announce their locations on a common traffic frequency. He shares his experiences doing touch-and-go landings, low passes for practice, and highlights the airport’s amenities, including fuel services and a comfortable lounge. Next, he moves further north to Pellston Airport, noting its significance as an airport with scheduled airline service and a restaurant on-site, which he humorously labels a “hundred dollar hamburger” destination. He continues to mention Charlevoix Airport, which hosts Island Airways that services Beaver Island. He details the two airports on Beaver Island but admits he has not landed there. Mike then discusses Gaylord Regional Airport and Gaylord Airport, emphasizing their runway lengths and his experiences landing there. He contrasts this with Kalkaska City Airport, where he recalls the challenges of landing on a narrower runway. He also talks about Frankfurt Airport, sharing similar landing difficulties due to its relatively short and narrow runway. He proceeds to describe Manistee County Airport, known for its changing airlines and essential air service. He mentions Cadillac Wexford County Airport, highlighting a unique grass runway formerly used for gliders, which is no longer operational. He shares experiences of flying over various other airports like Mackinac Island and Saint Ignace, where approaches involve over-water flights. Mike mentions historic Acme Skyport Airport, which has been revived, and Thompsonville Airport, where he had an ultralight flying experience. He also reflects on Wertz Smith Airport, once a large military base with a long runway, describing his future intentions to visit. Throughout the episode, Mike humorously shares insights about his experiences at these airports, including the challenges of landing, the uniqueness of each location, and the importance of navigating various airspaces, especially concerning military operation areas. He concludes the episode by teasing that his next episode will cover his memories of the Blizzard of ’78 as a twelve-year-old.

In this episode of “Mike Dell’s World,” host Mike Dell provides a laid-back update on his day and upcoming plans. He begins by acknowledging the date, November 22, 2025, and mentions participating in Napod Pomo (National Podcast Post Month) on its twenty-second day. Mike shares details about his relaxed day, including a visit to the EAA (Experimental Aircraft Association) hangar talk session, which he humorously refers to as a coffee klatch. He recounts dropping off his friend Kathy at the hospital for an MRI and then enjoying coffee with friends at the hangar. Afterward, he goes shopping at Costco, describing it as busy and noting the efficiency of their checkout lines despite the long queues. Later, Mike reflects on his day and decides to record an episode since he hadn’t done so the night before. He briefly outlines his plans for the rest of November, which include episodes covering topics like the local aviation community, his memories of the Blizzard of ’78, his experiences living in Keflavik, Iceland in the early ’90s, and thoughts on Traverse City as a small town. He also shares upcoming content related to the Northern Michigan asylum, now known as Grand Traverse Commons, and mentions the idea of potentially starting a daily five-minute show called “Coffee with Mike.” Mike discusses his other commitments, including his weekly show “Podcast Insider” and his role as a rotating guest host on another podcast. He talks about preparing for the Podfest Expo in Florida, where he will be speaking and sponsoring an event. Mike reflects on the passing of his company’s founder and looks forward to representing the company at the expo. Towards the end of the episode, he mentions some technical challenges his company has faced, including issues with CloudFlare and software glitches, but reassures listeners that everything is resolved. He wraps up by sharing his evening plans of having steak and baked potatoes for dinner, humorously noting his return to a keto diet. He concludes by inviting feedback from listeners regarding his potential daily show, and expresses excitement for discussing aviation in the next episode. The artwork for this episode is creepy AI generated. Geez.

In this episode of “Mike Dell’s World,” host Mike Dell provides a laid-back update on his day and upcoming plans. He begins by acknowledging the date, November 22, 2025, and mentions participating in Napod Pomo (National Podcast Post Month) on its twenty-second day. Mike shares details about his relaxed day, including a visit to the EAA (Experimental Aircraft Association) hangar talk session, which he humorously refers to as a coffee klatch. He recounts dropping off his friend Kathy at the hospital for an MRI and then enjoying coffee with friends at the hangar. Afterward, he goes shopping at Costco, describing it as busy and noting the efficiency of their checkout lines despite the long queues. Later, Mike reflects on his day and decides to record an episode since he hadn’t done so the night before. He briefly outlines his plans for the rest of November, which include episodes covering topics like the local aviation community, his memories of the Blizzard of ’78, his experiences living in Keflavik, Iceland in the early ’90s, and thoughts on Traverse City as a small town. He also shares upcoming content related to the Northern Michigan asylum, now known as Grand Traverse Commons, and mentions the idea of potentially starting a daily five-minute show called “Coffee with Mike.” Mike discusses his other commitments, including his weekly show “Podcast Insider” and his role as a rotating guest host on another podcast. He talks about preparing for the Podfest Expo in Florida, where he will be speaking and sponsoring an event. Mike reflects on the passing of his company’s founder and looks forward to representing the company at the expo. Towards the end of the episode, he mentions some technical challenges his company has faced, including issues with CloudFlare and software glitches, but reassures listeners that everything is resolved. He wraps up by sharing his evening plans of having steak and baked potatoes for dinner, humorously noting his return to a keto diet. He concludes by inviting feedback from listeners regarding his potential daily show, and expresses excitement for discussing aviation in the next episode. The artwork for this episode is creepy AI generated. Geez.

At Snowy Mountain Lodge, Levi and Ivy's winter vacation turns magical when they meet Mr. Frost, a talking fox named Blizzard, and an animated snowman. They help solve the mystery of stolen kitchen items, which involves mischievous bears, teaching them the value of teamwork and kindness. Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/livelylewisfamily/ LIVELY LEWIS SHOP: https://livelylewisshop.com/ SUBSCRIBE: Lively Lewis Family: https://www.youtube.com/@LivelyLewisFamily Lively Lewis Stories: https://www.youtube.com/@LivelyLewisStories Lively Lewis Show: https://www.youtube.com/@LivelyLewisShow Lively Lewis Stories Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/lively-lewis-stories/id1650468812 Eric: https://www.youtube.com/@EricLivelyLewis Alexa: https://www.youtube.com/@AlexaLivelyLewis Join Our Family: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkSFpsuEOQ8aAVgJjM9LSTA/join For collaborations, business, and personal inquiries, please email: livelylewisshow@gmail.com Welcome to Lively Lewis Stories!You may know us from The Lively Lewis Show, and now we're bringing you exciting adventures in this podcast! Join siblings Levi and Ivy as they embark on incredible journeys, learning and sharing positive life lessons along the way. With Levi's energetic spirit and Ivy's spunky silliness, our imaginative stories will keep you laughing, engaged, and inspired—episode after episode! Our mission is to create a safe space where both kids and parents can enjoy stories filled with strong values, endless creativity, fun pretend play, and healthy family dynamics. Whether it's bedtime, a car ride, or just for fun, our stories are sure to spark joy and imagination! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Part 1 - In this episode of Legends of the Brand, host Phil Gordon sits down with Luka Grilc, General Manager of the Alpine Business Unit at Nordica and Tecnica Group, to explore the human side of one of skiing's most iconic brands. From his early days snowboarding and racing in Slovenia to leading global teams across Nordica, Blizzard, Tecnica, and more, Luka shares the journey, mindset, and emotion behind creating products that define the skiing experience.Discover how Nordica continues to evolve after 85 years — balancing heritage and innovation, honoring its racing roots while leading new design trends like the hands-free HF ski boot, and fostering a global community of passionate skiers known as “Nordicans.”This conversation dives deep into:The emotional connection skiers have with Nordica productsThe origin of the “Nordican” philosophy and what it really meansHow the HF boot redefined comfort and performance for modern skiersThe balance between brand legacy and innovation in a fast-changing industryLuka's reflections on leadership, teamwork, and keeping passion alive in businessWhether you're a ski enthusiast, industry insider, or simply someone inspired by brand storytelling and innovation, this episode offers a rare inside look at how one of skiing's most respected leaders is shaping the future of the sport, without losing sight of what truly matters: passion, people, and powder days.Find out more about Nordica at www.Nordica.com Get your next pair of Nordica Skis or Boots from great UK retailers like:Hike and Ride (www.HikeAndRide.co.uk)Ellis Brigham (www.ellis-brigham.com)Naski (www.naskisports.co.uk)

In this episode, we break down Blizzard's brand-new freestyle line, Canvas—arguably the least “Blizzard-y” ski they've ever made, in a good way. After some early-season chaos talk (New England snow showing up, who's spinning already, and a recap of Snowbound Expo and the Blizzard x BSSC event), we dive into what Canvas is, who it's for, and how the 100/108/118 lineup stacks up against skis from Armada, Black Crows, Line, and Rossi. We get into why this is such a big departure for a brand known for Brahma, Bonafide, Rustler, Black Pearl, and Anomaly, how brand perception affects park skis, and why athletes and comps matter in launching something new. We also cover the graphic story, including artist Penelope Mesa's painted canvases that give the ski its distinctive black-and-white freestyle look. 00:00 – Winter is here 01:48 – Early-season stoke: Jay Peak snow & who's spinning 04:36 – Snowbound Expo, BSSC party & Boston ski buzz 11:02 – Meet Blizzard Canvas: Blizzard's new freestyle/park ski 13:54 – Canvas lineup, specs & Penelope Mesa's graphic story 20:01 – Who Canvas is for & how it fits into Blizzard's lineup 23:15 – Brand perception, park heritage & why athletes matter 32:17 – Weird skis, graphics & shapes 48:37 – East vs West: hot laps, rope tows & small-mountain lap machines, Ragged's new ownership & closing thoughts / go skiing

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Bezos is Co-CEO of the mysterious “Project Prometheus”… his new AI startup treats space like a garage.Meadow Lane just opened the “Erewhon of the East”… $17 smoothies get lines out the door.Bitcoin has fallen 27%, it's now neg for 2025… because of the Fear & Greed Index.Plus, the newest marketing strategy is “Smell-vertising”... Give billboards a scent.$AMZN $BTC $ETHNEWSLETTER:https://tboypod.com/newsletter OUR 2ND SHOW:Want more business storytelling from us? Check our weekly deepdive show, The Best Idea Yet: The untold origin story of the products you're obsessed with. Listen for free to The Best Idea Yet: https://wondery.com/links/the-best-idea-yet/NEW LISTENERSFill out our 2 minute survey: https://qualtricsxm88y5r986q.qualtrics.com/jfe/form/SV_dp1FDYiJgt6lHy6GET ON THE POD: Submit a shoutout or fact: https://tboypod.com/shoutouts SOCIALS:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tboypod TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@tboypodYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@tboypod Linkedin (Nick): https://www.linkedin.com/in/nicolas-martell/Linkedin (Jack): https://www.linkedin.com/in/jack-crivici-kramer/Anything else: https://tboypod.com/ About Us: The daily pop-biz news show making today's top stories your business. Formerly known as Robinhood Snacks, The Best One Yet is hosted by Jack Crivici-Kramer & Nick Martell.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The Game Awards nominees are here! Let's see how many Expedition 33 racked up and who else broke through! On top of that Yoshi P is out here hyping up the next chapter for FFXIV, WoW housing is bumming us out, and Steam Machines are back and made by Valve!

Episode 410 of Airey Bros Radio breaks down one of the most chaotic, unforgettable NJCAA championship weekends ever — the 2025 NJCAA Cross Country & Half Marathon National Championships in snow-covered Fort Dodge, Iowa.A full blizzard turned the XC course into a survival test and the half marathon into a grit fest. Tonight, five of the top programs in the country join us to relive every moment — the wins, the adversity, the strategy changes, and the championship celebrations.Featuring:• Mesa CC – Coach Daniel Pescador: DII Women's National Champions | Men 5th• College of DuPage – Coach Mallory Dominguez: DIII Women's National Champions | Men Runner-Up• Odessa College – Coach Chris Beene: DI Women's National Champions | Half Marathon Champions• Iowa Central – Coach Dee Brown: DI Men's National Champions | Host School• Iowa Western – Coach Marc Bierbaum: Men's Half Marathon National Champions | Women Runner-UpWe dive into:– Racing through a whiteout snowstorm– XC race plan adjustments & spike decisions– Saturday XC breakdowns across D1, D2 & D3– Monday Half Marathon results– Key athletes, huge moves & gritty performances– What these results mean heading into indoor & outdoor trackHosted by Airey Bros RadioYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@Aireybros Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/aireybrosradioFueled by Black Sheep Endurance Coaching https://www.blacksheependurance.com/SHOW NOTES Coach Daniel Pescador – Mesa Community CollegeDII Women's National Champions | Men 5th7:00 – Coach joins7:15 – Blizzard morning reaction7:50 – Adjusting race plans & spikes8:40 – Olivia Baker's fall + concussion mid-race9:20 – Paradise Valley challenge10:50 – Mesa defends its title12:00 – Mesa Men finish 5th13:00 – Team celebration14:30 – Indoor track plansCoach Mallory Dominguez – College of DuPageDIII Women's National Champions | Men Runner-Up20:00 – Coach joins20:20 – “The girls were excited to race in the snow”21:40 – Men's race helped prep the women22:50 – Visibility & course navigation24:10 – COD women take control early25:45 – Men's runner-up finish27:00 – Celebration + recovery28:20 – First women's XC title in school history29:40 – Half marathon recap31:20 – Building future depthCoach Chris Beene – Odessa CollegeDI Women's XC Champions | Half Marathon Champions40:00 – Coach joins40:15 – Weather shock: expected rain, got blizzard41:20 – Emotional meaning behind this title42:15 – Rukia & Kadine overcome adversity43:40 – When he knew Odessa was winning45:00 – First XC title in program history46:30 – Half Marathon dominance47:50 – Culture, recruiting & what's nextCoach Dee Brown – Iowa CentralDI Men's XC National Champions | Meet Host55:00 – Coach joins55:10 – Panic on Saturday morning56:00 – Coaches clearing snow manually57:25 – DIII athletes “create the path”58:40 – Iowa Central vs Hutch battle1:00:10 – Winning at home1:02:00 – Monday half marathon recap1:03:20 – Hosting challenges & victoriesCoach Marc Bierbaum – Iowa WesternMen's Half Marathon Champions | Women Runner-Up DI XC1:10:00 – Coach joins1:10:30 – Women grinding through the blizzard1:11:50 – Mid-race strategy adjustments1:13:15 – Back-to-back men's half marathon titles1:14:40 – Women win the half marathon title1:16:10 – Full Fort Dodge weekend recap1:17:45 – Transitioning into track season1:20:00 – OutroThanking all coaches, ABR weekly schedule, Peace, love & happiness — The Airey Bros are out

Send us a textWe jump from a blizzard bicycle kick in the Canadian Premier League to Premier League plot twists, break down VAR's chaos and card rules, and map a MEAC race that might come down to a coin toss. FCS upsets, Maction midweek, NHL surprises, and vertical streaming tests round it out.• Premier League swings with Tottenham's draw, Arsenal dropping points, Chelsea's youth, Newcastle's away woes• VAR speed vs precision, penalties vs offsides, simulation and card suspensions• Canadian Premier League final in the snow and a stunning bicycle kick• Bundesliga and La Liga notes, Bayern's late quality, Sunderland's grit• FCS upsets, Youngstown State rally, North Dakota's potential• MEAC tiebreakers, Celebration Bowl paths, and coin flip scenarios• Maction returns with Wagon Wheel and midweek slates• Division II and III mascot gems and logo talk• Ducks' early surge, Hurricanes' form, NHL snapshots• NWSL expansion to Atlanta and local support Support the showMake sure to follow the Dad Hat Chronicles: https://linktr.ee/TheDadHatChronicles

In the aftermath of Tuesday's sweeping nationwide Democratic wins, Harry calls in a trio of some of the country's sharpest political thinkers—Emily Bazelon, Dave Weigel, and Rick Wilson—to unpack the meaning of the results. Was the increasingly painful government shutdown a decisive factor? Why are the voters who swung to Trump last year deserting him? And, crucially, how might Democrats keep their momentum going?  Mentioned in this episode:  David's reporting:  https://www.semafor.com/author/david-weigelEmily's reporting:  https://www.nytimes.com/by/emily-bazelon#latestThis week's episode of Slate's Political Gabfest:  https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/spectacular-night-for-democrats/id158004641?i=1000735632723Rick's Substack:  https://therickwilson.substack.com/Rick's Talking San Diego appearance:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFN88EW3Znw Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The snow finally fell on Anchorage. Thick, heavy, unapologetic. Like an old friend who shows up uninvited and stays until May. 

This week on The Blizzard with Seth and Babyface, things get personal—and a little chaotic. Babyface recounts a hilarious (and slightly painful) story about spending five hours filming his niece's basketball game while his mother-in-law simmered in silent judgment. The guys also dive into the internet's obsession with Sydney Sweeney's latest dress, unpack why relationships with parents always seem to swing between extremes, and reveal details about their new card-breaking venture. It's another mix of comedy, honesty, and unexpected tangents—just the way The Blizzard likes it.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Josh is back with a vengeance after IRL tried to hold him down, and he assembles the Countdown crew to discuss Bronzebeard, the Turtle WoW vs. Blizzard lawsuit and a supposed 'leak' regarding Classic Plus.Buy Josh a beer & help keep Countdown on the airwaves over at Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/joshcorbett Or if subscriptions aren't your thing, support Josh & Countdown by shouting him a one time beer here: https://ko-fi.com/countdowntoclassicCheck out Josh on YouTube for gameplay streams and live podcast recordings here:https://twitch.tv/countdownpodshttps://www.youtube.com/@countdowntoclassicJoin the Countdown To Classic discord here: https://discord.gg/83thqw2fBwListen To Josh & Jason's short lived rockumentary podcast, 'Best.Album.Ever' here: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/best-album-ever--6195482Check out Josh's hilarious movie podcast here: https://open.spotify.com/show/469qUDnQHBkCogdjZyFUjb?si=jNgDTiEnSvKBbZuNz2xcxw

Do “women-specific” skis need to exist? What about ski boots? In our conversation today, Leslie Baker-Brown shares her thoughts after leading Blizzard-Tecnica's Women2Women program for the past 10 years.Few people have been as deeply involved with women's ski gear — and the community of women in skiing — as Leslie. Today, she discusses what the landscape looked like 10 years ago; the details of how and why the Women2Women program designs truly women-specific products; the cases where a unisex approach makes more sense; why it's so hard to find a 130-flex boot if you have small feet; how the industry has changed for the better; and more.RELATED LINKS:BLISTER+ Get Yourself CoveredWomen2Women Home PageBlizzard Black Pearl 88 Special EditionCHECK OUT OUR YOUTUBE CHANNELSBlister Studios (our new channel)Blister Review (our original channel)TOPICS & TIMES:BLISTER+ Members (1:36)Leslie's History w/ Blizzard-Tecnica (3:15)Formation of Women2Women Initiative (4:41)Marketing to Women in the Early Years (8:45)Current Trends (13:12)Black Pearl Series (15:10)Graphics (19:49)Most Important Factors in Designing Women's Gear (22:35)Ski Boots (25:10)Current Challenges (30:30)Education (33:44)Book and skis for kids, Hilaree, scholarship programs (39:21)Community (42:30)Unisex Gear (47:36)CHECK OUT OUR OTHER PODCASTS:Blister CinematicCRAFTEDBikes & Big IdeasBlister Podcast Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Happy Wednesday! Man is back from his time off. We open the show with how Man is still blind from his eye doctor appointment and seeing Bob Costas and Michael Jordan on NBA on NBC has the guys excited. Trick or Treat isn't on Halloween, and the guys don't like that. We do Leather Jacket time with 10TV's Nicole Shearin. We do some Saved by the Bell trivia and there are new holiday Blizzard flavors coming to Dairy Queen. We're on the lookout for escaped Monkeys. The NCAA isn't allowing college athletes to bet on sports just yet. And we do Name Dropping with Jeff Rimer.