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Today on Coffee and Cleavage, Lynnine, Shantal and Gary dive into your hottest fan questions about sex! From syncing mismatched desire peaks to keeping the mood alive when asking for lube, exploring mutual self-pleasure with a shy partner, navigating scent turn-ons without shaming, offering alternatives to unloved acts, navigating kindly requesting STI testing, suggesting temporary no-penetration nights. 

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 1 Christine's parents learn to reconnect and explore. By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. It was Wednesday, so that meant that Pastor Sam McGinnis and his wife Cathy should have been having sex, not sitting on opposite sides of the living room watching tv. Cathy felt a familiar, pleasant flutter emanate from her loins, one spurred on by the handsome lead actor in their favorite show. As the credits rolled, she turned her frisky eyes to her husband of 15 years, the father of their beautiful teenage daughter Christine, her lover, her partner, her absolute soul mate, and found him quietly asleep.Turning off the tv, Cathy gave Sam a kiss on the forehead and left him undisturbed. Settling into bed for the night, she glanced over at her nightstand and contemplated reaching inside for her vibrator, the way she had done on many a similar night, but this time she only glanced. Cathy turned over, and drifted off to sleep wondering how they had ended up here, where even scheduled sex racked up more I O Use than "oh my Gods". In fact, it was a wonder that they were sexually compatible at all. Sam was a virgin when they met, and remained one up until their wedding night. He was a believer and a follower of Christ, and had an eye on the seminary, when he was young. He may have had more Christly pursuits, but he was still a man, and still filled with the same hormones and desires coursing through his body as every other 18 year old. As his teenage years progressed, and his lustful desires came online, Sam developed one vice: masturbation. He believed it to be a sin, but he also believed it to be the only way to process and deal with the lustful urges that came with being a hormonal eighteen year old, surrounded by equally hormonal, and equally horny, eighteen year olds. He went to public school and had a lot of female friends, as he was generally considered non-threatening due to his religious nature, and therefore ended up as the sounding board for many of their relationship problems. Most times this was just tame frustrations of high school dating, but many times this also included play by plays of new exciting experiences, and much to his delight and eternal frustration, the girls who were open with their experiences tended to be extremely open. He heard from Lisa Berry about her boyfriend's big cock, and how happy she was when she finally managed to get it all inside her. Amy Lennon told him about how she liked to masturbate with the handle of her favorite hairbrush. Shauna Reed told him how she liked to swallow because it made the cleanup much easier. Chloe Ricks told him how she and her best friend fingered each other on a cruise. He took their sexual confession willingly and without judgment, and after hearing each of their stories, and asking rounds of probing questions that were enthusiastically answered, found himself in his bed at night, cock in hand, spraying his frustrated cum high into the air. His sex-fueled mind rationalized this as a good compromise, as a way to keep his desires in check, and it served him well; up until his first night with his new bride. Cathy herself was no stranger to the church. She was the youngest daughter of a very Catholic Italian family, and had attended an all-girls catholic high school. Her overprotective father thought it would keep her away from the boys, a notion she found extra humorous the night she lost her virginity to one of the students from the neighboring all-boys school, her school uniform skirt bunched up around her waist as he pushed into her. A prolific masturbator already, losing her virginity was something high on her list of to-dos, catholic upbringing be damned, and opened the sexual floodgates for her at the age of eighteen. She had a number of boyfriends through college, and even a one night stand here or there, but it wasn't until she met her last boyfriend Tom that she really started having great sex. An older man with a great cock, Tom lit her body up in ways that no college boy had to that point. Sex before Tom had been fun, but she realized she had mostly been catering to the desires of the men she was with. It was through Tom that she finally discovered she could focus on her own pleasure as well. She was cum-drunk and thought she was in love, which was why it was so devastating when he left her to go back to the wife she didn't even know he had. He had had his fling with the young, hot college girl, and now it was time to grow up. She learned a lot from Tom. Not only about love and sex, but about respect. She realized it wasn't something she had had much of in her relationships up to that point, but she did with Sam. He respected her. Which is why she respected him when he told her he wanted to wait till marriage to have sex. Sam and Cathy met at the wedding of a mutual friend, and the two hit it off immediately. They had the chaste courtship Cathy thought only existed in books and movies, but over the next year she never missed an opportunity to playfully test Sam's resolve. Cleavage here, a slight brush of the hand there, a hot word whispered into an attentive ear; it could have felt manipulative and mean, but Sam loved it, because he knew she respected his path. He knew she had been with other men, and he didn't care; that was all in the past. What mattered was their future together. He always told her that regardless of what she may have done with other men, their wedding night would be their first time, and that's what mattered. When that wedding night finally came, they barely made it into the hotel room before their bodies collided in a frenzy of kisses and gropes. Cathy knew this was going to be Sam's first time, and she wanted him to truly get to experience it, so she took matters into her own hands to make sure he did. Pushing him against the closed door of the room, Cathy sank to her knees. She rustled through the bindings of Sam's pants, freed his cock, and took it into her mouth, deep and wet. Sam groaned the groan of a man finally freed from repression. He had no reason to feel ashamed or guilty; this was no random woman along the way, this was his wife. His wife, on her knees, fully clothed, right there in the entryway of the hotel room, sucking his cock. It felt right. It felt good. For Cathy as well. In her moments of weakness she had been worried that making a commitment to a man she had never been with would be a mistake, but there, tasting him for the first time, feeling his thick length slip between her lips and fill her mouth, she knew there was nothing to fear. She was pleasing this man, pleasing her husband, not because of some perceived obligation, but because she loved him. Quickly, she felt his hands on her head, gripping at her hair. His body began to twitch, gasps started to echo in the tight entryway, and his balls jumped in her caressing hand as Sam filled his wife's mouth with a thick load of cum. He felt like his whole body was vibrating out of his cock and into her mouth. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. He had jerked off countless times, but this was something wholly different. New. Special. The two young newlyweds never left each other's gaze as Cathy pulled off his cock and discreetly wiped her lips. Sam saw her throat pulse as she swallowed. She smiled. His cock throbbed; he was still hard. The sensations, the intensity of the moment, his body was still buzzing. The feeling was mutual. Cathay was soaking wet, and practically trembling before her new husband. He helped her to her feet, and held her close. Their breath came strong and fast, like two animals in heat. Their lips collided, tongues thrashing. Sam tasted an unfamiliar flavor as he explored his new bride's mouth. He knew at once it was his cum. This only made him throb harder. They tumbled backward toward the bed. Cathy knew there would be plenty of time for finesse; a whole life's worth of time; -but right now there was only one thing they both wanted. Sam sighed as Cathy's breasts were freed to the night air. He had never seen them, barely touched them, and now, with them presented for his enjoyment, he was ravenous for them. Supple, perky, modest, they fit perfectly in his hands. She moaned as he squeezed them, moaned louder when his lips latched on to her nipple. Clothes wrenched asunder, barely off, some still hanging on for dear life, Cathy wrapped her legs around her husband and felt the dripping tip of his hard, desperate cock sliding nearer and nearer to her boiling center, but never finding the mark. Cathy ran her hands over the muscles in his arms and back as he suckled and squeezed. The abstinence in their relationship obviously went both ways, and she needed this as bad as he did. It had been almost two years since she last had sex. Frantically she reached down and positioned him. His head slipped between her lips. They locked eyes. She nodded. He pushed. Sam may have been a virgin, but he knew enough to be gentle on this first entry. Besides, he wanted to. He wanted to feel every millimeter. He momentarily lost his breath as he fed his cock into his new bride. The heat, the pressure, the pleasure, it was a revelation. Cathy's eyes widened as she received him, gasping. She didn't know if it was the multi-year celibacy, or the fact that for the first time she was with someone she actually loved, but at that moment, Cathy felt like it wasn't just his first time, but hers as well. It was their first time, and that was what mattered. She felt his pubic bone press against hers as he bottomed out inside her. They held still for a moment, kissing, feeling their bodies connected as one. Their eyes locked, and they smiled. She ran a hand over his face, the contours and ridges of his cheeks, the pillowy softness of his lips. Of her husband's lips. Her husband, who at that moment was filling her up with his thick, hard cock. "Sam," she said breathlessly. She felt him twitch inside her. It made her smile. "Yes?" he said, looking down at his new bride under him. "Please, fuck me." He smiled. He throbbed. He kissed her. He did as he was asked. They rolled around the bed, gasping, feeling, experiencing each other for the first time. Thanks to Cathy's strategic blowjob, Sam was primed, allowing them to really enjoy their first time together. When their coupling reached its feverish peak, a chorus of moans and gasps echoing through their hotel room, Sam thrust wildly into his new bride and erupted, filling her with his seed. Cathy smiled. This was a first for her; Sam was the first person to ever cum inside her without a condom. At least on purpose, anyway. Her body didn't accept birth control, so it was condoms or nothing for her, and she'd be lying if she said there wasn't at least one slip up along the way. It would be the first of many loads she accepted from him in the early days of their marriage. Christine was born about 10 months later. The pregnancy had been rough, and they stopped having sex a few months in. The birth of their daughter had also coincided with Sam finally achieving his dream of being the pastor of a church. The two lost no love or affection for each other, but as their lives got busier, physical intimacy started to slide down the list of to dos. Add to that Cathy's desire to not have another child after the stress of the first pregnancy, and it meant that the times they did make love they were relegated to using condoms. They got the job done, but didn't exactly set their erotic lives on fire. As Christine got older, and Sam and Cathy had more time to themselves, they realized their erotic life was something that needed more attention and care; enter the weekly scheduled sex night. It started off great, those first few nights coming close to that fire they had for each other on their honeymoon, but soon, as these things do, they fell back into habit, and found their erotic lives filled with more rain checks than orgasms. When they did make love, there was only one word Cathy could think of to describe it: efficient. Like clockwork, some light foreplay would lead to Sam struggling to work the condom down over his cock, slip into her missionary-style, and begin thrusting. It's not that it was unpleasant, on the contrary, Sam always did his best to get her off, it was just routine. After her orgasm, or some nights in lieu of, Sam would grip her legs the same way, push deeply into her a four or five times, and fill the plasticky barrier. Even when she didn't cum, she loved it when he did. The condom was a pain, for sure, but she loved the feeling of him on top of her, loving her, filling her up. The throb and twitch of his member as he emptied himself inside her always sent a pleasant tickle through her body, at least on the nights she got to experience it. This was not one of those nights. Cathy didn't blame her husband for falling asleep; he had been working very hard, preparing the church for the arrival of the new youth pastor Ginny, and her husband Todd. Having a big in-ground pool meant the welcome barbecue was going to be at their house at the weekend, and the week had been spent preparing for a party that would see a large number of the church's congregation attend. People started arriving around noon, with the guests of honor rolling in just before one. They were all smiles as they were greeted by their new community, and Cathy and Sam had met them both with handshakes and hugs. It was the first time Cathy had met Ginny. Sam had spent a number of phone calls with her, going over details and theory, and had already met her in person on a number of occasions for lunch, or to show her around her new spiritual home. He had never mentioned how pretty she was. A gorgeous Filipino girl in her late twenties, Ginny had a big, beaming smile, and a casual style that wasn't provocative, but wasn't stuffy either. Sam was quick to lead them into the party, all smiles, giving Ginny plenty of attention. Sam was always so welcoming, so kind, and yet to Cathy's eyes she couldn't help but feel like there was an extra pep in his step as he introduced her around. As they entered the party, Ginny's husband Todd's hand perched on her lower back just above her perky, young ass, Cathy couldn't help but wonder what their sex life was like. Later, Cathy was sitting in quiet thought, idly stirring her drink, spaced out to the point that she didn't even hear the question from the person sitting next to her. "Hmm? What's that, Sandy?" "She was just being lewd, Cathy," Kelly piped in, across the table from her best friend, "don't pay it any attention." "What! I just said, having this pool party was genius; I bet the boys can't wait to get a peek at what the new girl has hiding under her clothes! It's only natural, it's nothing scandalous." Sandy spun the stem of her margarita glass slowly. "In fact, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious myself!" "Sandy!" Kelly chided playfully "Oh come on, Kel, don't act like you're not looking forward to seeing what she looks like in a bathing suit!" "I'm not!" Kelly said matter of factly, before a smile broke out across her face and she let slip "I'm more interested in her husband Todd." The two friends laughed, but Cathy only weakly smiled. Cathy loved Sandy and Kelly; they were two best friends who were very much on her wavelength. They loved the church, loved the community, but were nowhere near as uptight and pious as some of the other congregation, Sandy especially. As far as bodies went, Sandy had one to die for. Curves in all the right places, a mane of beautiful dirty blonde hair, and two magnificent breasts that seemed to defy age, gravity, and childbirth, Sandy was a knockout, and her husband Don was her equal in every way. It was tough for Cathy not to be jealous of Sandy and Don. It was clear that they were still very much in love, very much still physical with each other. They didn't flaunt it, and were never inappropriate, but Cathy could tell. She was even embarrassed to admit she had touched herself in the shower at least once, thinking about what their sex must be like, jealous, wishing her own marriage could be as passionate. If she only knew, Kelly headed off toward the bathroom, and offered to get the girls more drinks, which they both eagerly accepted, leaving Cathy and Sandy alone. Sandy sipped her drink. She noticed a far-away look in Cathy's eye, and followed her gaze over to Sam, standing by the grill talking to Don. She didn't blame her, on either account. Sam was a good looking guy, she wasn't so blind as to not notice, but Sandy couldn't help but take a minute to ogle her own husband. Fit and strong, he looked so good, his muscles shiny and golden, pouring out from the straps of his tank top. He was wearing the swimsuit she bought him for their trip to Ibiza. She felt a stirring in her loins as she remembered seeing that swimsuit out of the corner of her eye, wrapped around his ankles as Don fucked her in the ass on the balcony of their suite. It had been a while since she took him in her ass. She smiled as she contemplated surprising him with it when they got home that night. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sandy said with a coy smile. "Hm?" Cathy replied, distracted. "I'm saying the grill ain't the only place you're gonna find some delicious meat, am I right?" "Oh," Cathy said dreamily, "Sure." Sandy eyed her friend suspiciously. Usually Cathy was happy to play along with some gentle lewd humor, but something was different. She had something on her mind. Sandy decided not to push, but she didn't have to. "Hey, Sandy, can I ask you something?" Cathy said, not looking at her friend, idly spinning the ice melting in her glass. "Anything, love," Sandy responded, more curious than ever. "You and Don, how often do you guys have sex?" A smile broke out over Sandy's face. "Naughty, naughty, Mrs. McGinnis!" "I'm not trying to be, I'm serious, Sandy, I know you're not shy." "How often, like how many times a day?" "A day?" Cathy almost spit, her eyes exploding up from her melting ice. "I'm just kidding," Sandy laughed, "but the look on your face was priceless." Sandy thought about what to say next. She could tell Cathy the truth, tell her that she and Don not only fucked very regularly, but that the also frequently enjoyed the company of other people in their bed as well, that there was at least one member of her husband's congregation with whom she had shared Don's cock, but Sandy knew that wasn't why she was asking. "I think the question is, how often do You and Sam have sex?" There was a long silence as Cathy decided whether or not she wanted to fully open this door with a member of the church, friend or not. But Sandy was a fellow married woman, and they were just talking about normal, important aspects of Godly, married life, right? "We, haven't had sex in three months." "Three months?" Sandy whisper-yelled as Cathy turned red, trying to quiet her down. "Honey, oh, honey, what's going on in that bedroom?" "It's just, things have been so busy, and, you know,” "Cathy, three months isn't 'things are busy,' three months is 'sleeping in separate bedrooms.' What about other stuff?" "Other stuff?" "You know, hand, mouth, etc.; how are you getting off?" "Um,” "Cathy!" Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. The thought of going a single week without Don's cock made her want to cry, let alone three full months. But she also knew she was lucky, and that not everyone's relationship was the same. "Cathy, what's going on there?" "I don't know, it's just been weird lately." "Listen, I don't know what it's like to go three months without sex, but what I do know is that it doesn't 'just happen.' How long has it been like this?" Cathy hung her head. “Since Christine was born." "Fifteen years? You haven't; " "It's not that we never," Cathy said, quickly cutting her off, "it's just that, we became parents so quickly, and Sam's ministry picked up, and we hate condoms, and, it just,” "Is it good when you do?" "Yeah, it's good, it's good,” She wanted to say great, but she knew it would be a dishonest answer, "but it's not as good, as before." Sandy keyed in on the end of her sentence. "Before Christine?" She said, eyeing her friend closely, "Or before Sam?" The long pause Cathy took was palpable. "Christine," she finally replied, "before Christine." "Cathy, don't lie to me." "I'm not, I'm not, I," Cathy took in a big breath and let out a long sigh. "Listen, sex before I got pregnant was amazing; our wedding night was electric; but we were just really starting to learn about each other, and I feel like we never picked up where we left off, and I feel bad." "For what?" "Well Sam, I was his first, and I just don't know if he's ever really gotten to figure out who he is sexually." "I see," Sandy said, trying to downplay how excited this conversation was making her, "and what about who you are?" "I have, more experience than he does." "I see," Sandy said again. A slight shading of red was present on Cathy's cheeks; whether it was the sun, or embarrassment, Sandy would never know. "So why don't you show him? Teach him?" "When we got together, Sam told me that even though our wedding night wouldn't be my first time, it would be our first time, and I've always wanted to respect that. I never wanted to make him feel bad." "Did he ever say it made him feel bad?" "Well, no, not exactly, but I didn't want to press the issue, you know?" "Ah." There it was. Sandy could see now where the disconnect was; the same place it almost always is. "Well, you know, Cathy, this is going to sound cliché, but I think what you two need is better communication." "Yeah, yeah, that's what all the books say" "Sure, but not the way I'm saying it." Sandy said, "I'm not saying you need to have a sit down and talk over a workbook with a three point plan to improve intimacy, I'm saying you need to ask, you need to tell, you need to show each other what you want, how you want it, where you want it, and to not be afraid to say the words out loud." "I don't know, Sandy, I don't know if it's as easy as you say." Sandy sighed, and then leaned in close, looking around to make sure no one was within earshot. "Would you let Sam fuck you in the ass?" Cathy's eyes went as wide as saucers. "What?" "I'm serious; if Sam asked you, would you let him fuck you in the ass?" "I,” Cathy paused as much out of shock as honest contemplation. She felt a tingle deep inside her as she considered it, before letting out a breathy "yes." "If you know that about yourself, then what are you worried about? You have experience. Use it. Guide each other to Pleasure town and buy a huge house, you know what I'm saying?" Cathy let the words settle in her mind. Kelly made her way back to the table with drinks, and as she sat down, Sandy let out a final "trust me." "Trust you what?" Kelly said with an inquisitive eyebrow raise. "Oh, nothing," Sandy replied, giving Cathy a knowing wink. Cathy smiled an embarrassed smile in return. Kelly's eyes darted back and forth between the two, suspiciously, before they locked onto something in the distance over Cathy's shoulder, eliciting a low "oh, wow." Cathy had looked back at her husband and Don, and saw them both locked on whatever it was Kelly had spied. Sandy followed Kelly's gaze, and Cathy turned to see as well, and the trio were greeted by the trim, young body of their new youth pastor Ginny on full display as she made her way to the pool. Crinkly hair long and flowing, a long necklace dipped down between cleavage made by the red bikini top holding up her pert, supple breasts. A flat, amber stomach dipped down into bathing shorts, keeping her perfect ass frustratingly out of view. Shimmering, glistening legs dripped down into flip flops. She dropped her towel on a nearby chair, and dove into the deep end of the pool to join her husband Todd. Cathy looked back over at Sam. He was talking to Don, but his focus was clearly still on the young, lithe body splashing around in their pool. Later that night, house cleared of guests, Christine spending the night at a friend's house, Sam and Cathy retired to their bedroom. Sam was in the shower, and Cathy could hear his enthusiastic singing from the bed where she lounged in a large t-shirt and panties. Something had gotten into Sam today; he only sang in the shower when he was really excited or amped, and his watery serenade had just been the latest in an evening of Sam being full of it. Pinching her ass in passing as they cleaned up, remarks about skinny dipping; Sam was definitely worked up. The truth was, Cathy was too. She had been thinking about what Sandy had said all day, and truth be told it had turned her on quite a bit. She had been remembering what sex with Sam had been like when they just got married, wistfully replaying highlights of their honeymoon in her head. And then her mind would drift to Sandy's question; would she let Sam fuck her in the ass. She had never been actually interested in the act before and still wasn't, but the hypothetical fantasy scenario of taking Sam into her body that way made her quite wet. In addition, the fact that she had no idea if Sam would even be interested in such a thing proved to her that Sandy might be on to something. She realized there was so little about what Sam liked that she knew. So much to learn. Cathy could feel the fabric of her t-shirt hanging off the peaks of her hard nipples. She heard the water from Sam's shower stop. She reached down and slipped off her black panties. Her pulse quickened at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Sam felt refreshed after his shower. It had been a long day of entertaining, and he was ready to relax. There was something else though. He had been so busy the last few weeks with church business that tired and stressed was pretty much the only thing he could feel, but now that the stressful part was over, he could finally feel something else, and he sure did. He was horny. He had lost count since the last time he and Cathy had made love, and he hadn't even found much time to relieve himself in that time. His balls were full. He felt that familiar tingle in them earlier in the day, when Ginny walked out in her swimsuit. He considered jerking off in the shower, but, it wasn't right to be that turned on by a younger woman who wasn't his wife. And surely it was just a result of his current, backed up state, and not because he actually wanted to do something dirty to her young, supple body. No, definitely not that. Knowing his luck, though, Cathy would already be asleep, and the half-chub he was sporting under his towel would have to wait another day for the attention it desired, and his balls would remain tight and full. Turning the corner into their bedroom, the look he received from Cathy stopped him in his tracks. She was lying there in bed, propped up by pillows, wearing her large t-shirt like she did practically every night, but her eyes bore a hole into him with a heat he hadn't seen in many years. He looked over her body. Her nipples were hard, straining against the fabric of her shirt, telling him what words could never fully convey. Slowly he dropped his towel, revealing to her his thickening cock. "How long has it been?" He said, staring at her as her legs shifted, and her eyes took in his manhood. Cathy looked him in the eye. "Too long." She slowly pulled her knees up and butterflied them open, revealing her naked, wet cunt to her husband. He smiled, and in an instant was between those legs, kissing her neck, gripping her body, pawing at her t-shirt, desperate to relieve her of it. Pure elation pulled at the corners of her mouth as his lips made their way to suckle on her hard nipple. The feel of her husband's body on hers was sorely missed, sorely needed, and caused her whole being to buzz. Sam had always been a generous lover, but again, it was the routine that had gotten to her. His lips would suck her nipple, his fingers would get her extra worked up, and then the condom would come out,. He'd rub her clit while they fucked missionary-style, she'd cum, and then he would. It was perfectly fine, perfectly enjoyable, but tonight wasn't about perfectly fine or perfectly enjoyable. It was when Sam's hands drifted between her thighs, fingers testing her waters, that Sandy's words popped back into her head. "Baby, baby, hold on," she said gently, lifting his mouth off her nipple with a pop. "What is it?" He said, his fingers still inside her. Even this, casually talking while Sam's fingers were in her cunt, was a new sensation for her. She liked it. She wanted more. "Would you mind if,” She paused at the barrier of her own experience. This was something they had never broached before, and she was nervous. "Would you mind if I showed you something I like?" A broad, lusty smile broke out across Sam's face. "Not at all." Cathy leaned him off of her, groaning sweetly as his fingers left her cunt, rolling him onto his back. She smiled at him, and he gave her a curious smile in return. He thought her body was perfect, and he loved looking at it. Watching her move. With one more courageous breath, Cathy decided it was now or never, and slowly drew one leg over Sam, straddling him, her wet, hot cunt hanging just above his face. "Is this ok?" She asked, looking down at her husband between her legs. Sam's eyes went wide. He smiled. "Absolutely." Cathy slowly lowered herself down, and a shiver ran through her entire being as her husband's hot, wet tongue touched her flushed, aroused cunt lips for the first time in over 15 years. "Oh my,” she shuddered. Sam's tongue split her folds and began slowly lapping at her generous juices. He had gone down on her in the past, but only a handful of times. It wasn't for lack of enthusiasm, it was just that once Cathy got pregnant she started to feel weird about it. It was inexplicable for her, but she just started to move away from it as an activity, and they never really came back to it, so Sam never got to really gain his skill as an oral lover. He never got to learn what made his wife lose control. But he was about to learn, and he couldn't wait. His hands slipped over her taut thighs that were flexing and firing, wrapped around his head. She tasted amazing, and Sam couldn't get enough. The sweet and sour tang of her arousal sent bolts of excitement through his body and into his cock. His viewpoint was a delight, looking up over the tasteful tuft of hair on her mound, up the tensing pulse of her reactive stomach, between the valley of her hard-nippled breasts heaving with each breath, up her long neck to her beautiful face, eyes closed and contorting in pleasure. He was hard as a rock, in heaven being able to please his wife with his tongue, but what was really making him hard was the way she had asked for it; the words she had used. She wanted to "show him something she liked." This was not an act he had ever done with her, and those words implied she had done it before, with someone else, before they had met. They had never talked about anything she had done before they were together, never talked about who she might have done it with. She had always thought it inappropriate. But the thought that this might be opening that door, that it might lead to more talk of her sexual history, lit a fire inside Sam that had been extinguished since well before he met Cathy, a fire that burned bright in his younger years when female friends of his would tell him all their deepest dirtiest secrets of their sordid sexcapades. His cock throbbed. To be continued in part 2. By Liminally Spaced for Literotica.

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 1 Christine's parents learn to reconnect and explore. By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. It was Wednesday, so that meant that Pastor Sam McGinnis and his wife Cathy should have been having sex, not sitting on opposite sides of the living room watching tv. Cathy felt a familiar, pleasant flutter emanate from her loins, one spurred on by the handsome lead actor in their favorite show. As the credits rolled, she turned her frisky eyes to her husband of 15 years, the father of their beautiful teenage daughter Christine, her lover, her partner, her absolute soul mate, and found him quietly asleep.Turning off the tv, Cathy gave Sam a kiss on the forehead and left him undisturbed. Settling into bed for the night, she glanced over at her nightstand and contemplated reaching inside for her vibrator, the way she had done on many a similar night, but this time she only glanced. Cathy turned over, and drifted off to sleep wondering how they had ended up here, where even scheduled sex racked up more I O Use than "oh my Gods". In fact, it was a wonder that they were sexually compatible at all. Sam was a virgin when they met, and remained one up until their wedding night. He was a believer and a follower of Christ, and had an eye on the seminary, when he was young. He may have had more Christly pursuits, but he was still a man, and still filled with the same hormones and desires coursing through his body as every other 18 year old. As his teenage years progressed, and his lustful desires came online, Sam developed one vice: masturbation. He believed it to be a sin, but he also believed it to be the only way to process and deal with the lustful urges that came with being a hormonal eighteen year old, surrounded by equally hormonal, and equally horny, eighteen year olds. He went to public school and had a lot of female friends, as he was generally considered non-threatening due to his religious nature, and therefore ended up as the sounding board for many of their relationship problems. Most times this was just tame frustrations of high school dating, but many times this also included play by plays of new exciting experiences, and much to his delight and eternal frustration, the girls who were open with their experiences tended to be extremely open. He heard from Lisa Berry about her boyfriend's big cock, and how happy she was when she finally managed to get it all inside her. Amy Lennon told him about how she liked to masturbate with the handle of her favorite hairbrush. Shauna Reed told him how she liked to swallow because it made the cleanup much easier. Chloe Ricks told him how she and her best friend fingered each other on a cruise. He took their sexual confession willingly and without judgment, and after hearing each of their stories, and asking rounds of probing questions that were enthusiastically answered, found himself in his bed at night, cock in hand, spraying his frustrated cum high into the air. His sex-fueled mind rationalized this as a good compromise, as a way to keep his desires in check, and it served him well; up until his first night with his new bride. Cathy herself was no stranger to the church. She was the youngest daughter of a very Catholic Italian family, and had attended an all-girls catholic high school. Her overprotective father thought it would keep her away from the boys, a notion she found extra humorous the night she lost her virginity to one of the students from the neighboring all-boys school, her school uniform skirt bunched up around her waist as he pushed into her. A prolific masturbator already, losing her virginity was something high on her list of to-dos, catholic upbringing be damned, and opened the sexual floodgates for her at the age of eighteen. She had a number of boyfriends through college, and even a one night stand here or there, but it wasn't until she met her last boyfriend Tom that she really started having great sex. An older man with a great cock, Tom lit her body up in ways that no college boy had to that point. Sex before Tom had been fun, but she realized she had mostly been catering to the desires of the men she was with. It was through Tom that she finally discovered she could focus on her own pleasure as well. She was cum-drunk and thought she was in love, which was why it was so devastating when he left her to go back to the wife she didn't even know he had. He had had his fling with the young, hot college girl, and now it was time to grow up. She learned a lot from Tom. Not only about love and sex, but about respect. She realized it wasn't something she had had much of in her relationships up to that point, but she did with Sam. He respected her. Which is why she respected him when he told her he wanted to wait till marriage to have sex. Sam and Cathy met at the wedding of a mutual friend, and the two hit it off immediately. They had the chaste courtship Cathy thought only existed in books and movies, but over the next year she never missed an opportunity to playfully test Sam's resolve. Cleavage here, a slight brush of the hand there, a hot word whispered into an attentive ear; it could have felt manipulative and mean, but Sam loved it, because he knew she respected his path. He knew she had been with other men, and he didn't care; that was all in the past. What mattered was their future together. He always told her that regardless of what she may have done with other men, their wedding night would be their first time, and that's what mattered. When that wedding night finally came, they barely made it into the hotel room before their bodies collided in a frenzy of kisses and gropes. Cathy knew this was going to be Sam's first time, and she wanted him to truly get to experience it, so she took matters into her own hands to make sure he did. Pushing him against the closed door of the room, Cathy sank to her knees. She rustled through the bindings of Sam's pants, freed his cock, and took it into her mouth, deep and wet. Sam groaned the groan of a man finally freed from repression. He had no reason to feel ashamed or guilty; this was no random woman along the way, this was his wife. His wife, on her knees, fully clothed, right there in the entryway of the hotel room, sucking his cock. It felt right. It felt good. For Cathy as well. In her moments of weakness she had been worried that making a commitment to a man she had never been with would be a mistake, but there, tasting him for the first time, feeling his thick length slip between her lips and fill her mouth, she knew there was nothing to fear. She was pleasing this man, pleasing her husband, not because of some perceived obligation, but because she loved him. Quickly, she felt his hands on her head, gripping at her hair. His body began to twitch, gasps started to echo in the tight entryway, and his balls jumped in her caressing hand as Sam filled his wife's mouth with a thick load of cum. He felt like his whole body was vibrating out of his cock and into her mouth. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. He had jerked off countless times, but this was something wholly different. New. Special. The two young newlyweds never left each other's gaze as Cathy pulled off his cock and discreetly wiped her lips. Sam saw her throat pulse as she swallowed. She smiled. His cock throbbed; he was still hard. The sensations, the intensity of the moment, his body was still buzzing. The feeling was mutual. Cathay was soaking wet, and practically trembling before her new husband. He helped her to her feet, and held her close. Their breath came strong and fast, like two animals in heat. Their lips collided, tongues thrashing. Sam tasted an unfamiliar flavor as he explored his new bride's mouth. He knew at once it was his cum. This only made him throb harder. They tumbled backward toward the bed. Cathy knew there would be plenty of time for finesse; a whole life's worth of time; -but right now there was only one thing they both wanted. Sam sighed as Cathy's breasts were freed to the night air. He had never seen them, barely touched them, and now, with them presented for his enjoyment, he was ravenous for them. Supple, perky, modest, they fit perfectly in his hands. She moaned as he squeezed them, moaned louder when his lips latched on to her nipple. Clothes wrenched asunder, barely off, some still hanging on for dear life, Cathy wrapped her legs around her husband and felt the dripping tip of his hard, desperate cock sliding nearer and nearer to her boiling center, but never finding the mark. Cathy ran her hands over the muscles in his arms and back as he suckled and squeezed. The abstinence in their relationship obviously went both ways, and she needed this as bad as he did. It had been almost two years since she last had sex. Frantically she reached down and positioned him. His head slipped between her lips. They locked eyes. She nodded. He pushed. Sam may have been a virgin, but he knew enough to be gentle on this first entry. Besides, he wanted to. He wanted to feel every millimeter. He momentarily lost his breath as he fed his cock into his new bride. The heat, the pressure, the pleasure, it was a revelation. Cathy's eyes widened as she received him, gasping. She didn't know if it was the multi-year celibacy, or the fact that for the first time she was with someone she actually loved, but at that moment, Cathy felt like it wasn't just his first time, but hers as well. It was their first time, and that was what mattered. She felt his pubic bone press against hers as he bottomed out inside her. They held still for a moment, kissing, feeling their bodies connected as one. Their eyes locked, and they smiled. She ran a hand over his face, the contours and ridges of his cheeks, the pillowy softness of his lips. Of her husband's lips. Her husband, who at that moment was filling her up with his thick, hard cock. "Sam," she said breathlessly. She felt him twitch inside her. It made her smile. "Yes?" he said, looking down at his new bride under him. "Please, fuck me." He smiled. He throbbed. He kissed her. He did as he was asked. They rolled around the bed, gasping, feeling, experiencing each other for the first time. Thanks to Cathy's strategic blowjob, Sam was primed, allowing them to really enjoy their first time together. When their coupling reached its feverish peak, a chorus of moans and gasps echoing through their hotel room, Sam thrust wildly into his new bride and erupted, filling her with his seed. Cathy smiled. This was a first for her; Sam was the first person to ever cum inside her without a condom. At least on purpose, anyway. Her body didn't accept birth control, so it was condoms or nothing for her, and she'd be lying if she said there wasn't at least one slip up along the way. It would be the first of many loads she accepted from him in the early days of their marriage. Christine was born about 10 months later. The pregnancy had been rough, and they stopped having sex a few months in. The birth of their daughter had also coincided with Sam finally achieving his dream of being the pastor of a church. The two lost no love or affection for each other, but as their lives got busier, physical intimacy started to slide down the list of to dos. Add to that Cathy's desire to not have another child after the stress of the first pregnancy, and it meant that the times they did make love they were relegated to using condoms. They got the job done, but didn't exactly set their erotic lives on fire. As Christine got older, and Sam and Cathy had more time to themselves, they realized their erotic life was something that needed more attention and care; enter the weekly scheduled sex night. It started off great, those first few nights coming close to that fire they had for each other on their honeymoon, but soon, as these things do, they fell back into habit, and found their erotic lives filled with more rain checks than orgasms. When they did make love, there was only one word Cathy could think of to describe it: efficient. Like clockwork, some light foreplay would lead to Sam struggling to work the condom down over his cock, slip into her missionary-style, and begin thrusting. It's not that it was unpleasant, on the contrary, Sam always did his best to get her off, it was just routine. After her orgasm, or some nights in lieu of, Sam would grip her legs the same way, push deeply into her a four or five times, and fill the plasticky barrier. Even when she didn't cum, she loved it when he did. The condom was a pain, for sure, but she loved the feeling of him on top of her, loving her, filling her up. The throb and twitch of his member as he emptied himself inside her always sent a pleasant tickle through her body, at least on the nights she got to experience it. This was not one of those nights. Cathy didn't blame her husband for falling asleep; he had been working very hard, preparing the church for the arrival of the new youth pastor Ginny, and her husband Todd. Having a big in-ground pool meant the welcome barbecue was going to be at their house at the weekend, and the week had been spent preparing for a party that would see a large number of the church's congregation attend. People started arriving around noon, with the guests of honor rolling in just before one. They were all smiles as they were greeted by their new community, and Cathy and Sam had met them both with handshakes and hugs. It was the first time Cathy had met Ginny. Sam had spent a number of phone calls with her, going over details and theory, and had already met her in person on a number of occasions for lunch, or to show her around her new spiritual home. He had never mentioned how pretty she was. A gorgeous Filipino girl in her late twenties, Ginny had a big, beaming smile, and a casual style that wasn't provocative, but wasn't stuffy either. Sam was quick to lead them into the party, all smiles, giving Ginny plenty of attention. Sam was always so welcoming, so kind, and yet to Cathy's eyes she couldn't help but feel like there was an extra pep in his step as he introduced her around. As they entered the party, Ginny's husband Todd's hand perched on her lower back just above her perky, young ass, Cathy couldn't help but wonder what their sex life was like. Later, Cathy was sitting in quiet thought, idly stirring her drink, spaced out to the point that she didn't even hear the question from the person sitting next to her. "Hmm? What's that, Sandy?" "She was just being lewd, Cathy," Kelly piped in, across the table from her best friend, "don't pay it any attention." "What! I just said, having this pool party was genius; I bet the boys can't wait to get a peek at what the new girl has hiding under her clothes! It's only natural, it's nothing scandalous." Sandy spun the stem of her margarita glass slowly. "In fact, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious myself!" "Sandy!" Kelly chided playfully "Oh come on, Kel, don't act like you're not looking forward to seeing what she looks like in a bathing suit!" "I'm not!" Kelly said matter of factly, before a smile broke out across her face and she let slip "I'm more interested in her husband Todd." The two friends laughed, but Cathy only weakly smiled. Cathy loved Sandy and Kelly; they were two best friends who were very much on her wavelength. They loved the church, loved the community, but were nowhere near as uptight and pious as some of the other congregation, Sandy especially. As far as bodies went, Sandy had one to die for. Curves in all the right places, a mane of beautiful dirty blonde hair, and two magnificent breasts that seemed to defy age, gravity, and childbirth, Sandy was a knockout, and her husband Don was her equal in every way. It was tough for Cathy not to be jealous of Sandy and Don. It was clear that they were still very much in love, very much still physical with each other. They didn't flaunt it, and were never inappropriate, but Cathy could tell. She was even embarrassed to admit she had touched herself in the shower at least once, thinking about what their sex must be like, jealous, wishing her own marriage could be as passionate. If she only knew, Kelly headed off toward the bathroom, and offered to get the girls more drinks, which they both eagerly accepted, leaving Cathy and Sandy alone. Sandy sipped her drink. She noticed a far-away look in Cathy's eye, and followed her gaze over to Sam, standing by the grill talking to Don. She didn't blame her, on either account. Sam was a good looking guy, she wasn't so blind as to not notice, but Sandy couldn't help but take a minute to ogle her own husband. Fit and strong, he looked so good, his muscles shiny and golden, pouring out from the straps of his tank top. He was wearing the swimsuit she bought him for their trip to Ibiza. She felt a stirring in her loins as she remembered seeing that swimsuit out of the corner of her eye, wrapped around his ankles as Don fucked her in the ass on the balcony of their suite. It had been a while since she took him in her ass. She smiled as she contemplated surprising him with it when they got home that night. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sandy said with a coy smile. "Hm?" Cathy replied, distracted. "I'm saying the grill ain't the only place you're gonna find some delicious meat, am I right?" "Oh," Cathy said dreamily, "Sure." Sandy eyed her friend suspiciously. Usually Cathy was happy to play along with some gentle lewd humor, but something was different. She had something on her mind. Sandy decided not to push, but she didn't have to. "Hey, Sandy, can I ask you something?" Cathy said, not looking at her friend, idly spinning the ice melting in her glass. "Anything, love," Sandy responded, more curious than ever. "You and Don, how often do you guys have sex?" A smile broke out over Sandy's face. "Naughty, naughty, Mrs. McGinnis!" "I'm not trying to be, I'm serious, Sandy, I know you're not shy." "How often, like how many times a day?" "A day?" Cathy almost spit, her eyes exploding up from her melting ice. "I'm just kidding," Sandy laughed, "but the look on your face was priceless." Sandy thought about what to say next. She could tell Cathy the truth, tell her that she and Don not only fucked very regularly, but that the also frequently enjoyed the company of other people in their bed as well, that there was at least one member of her husband's congregation with whom she had shared Don's cock, but Sandy knew that wasn't why she was asking. "I think the question is, how often do You and Sam have sex?" There was a long silence as Cathy decided whether or not she wanted to fully open this door with a member of the church, friend or not. But Sandy was a fellow married woman, and they were just talking about normal, important aspects of Godly, married life, right? "We, haven't had sex in three months." "Three months?" Sandy whisper-yelled as Cathy turned red, trying to quiet her down. "Honey, oh, honey, what's going on in that bedroom?" "It's just, things have been so busy, and, you know,” "Cathy, three months isn't 'things are busy,' three months is 'sleeping in separate bedrooms.' What about other stuff?" "Other stuff?" "You know, hand, mouth, etc.; how are you getting off?" "Um,” "Cathy!" Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. The thought of going a single week without Don's cock made her want to cry, let alone three full months. But she also knew she was lucky, and that not everyone's relationship was the same. "Cathy, what's going on there?" "I don't know, it's just been weird lately." "Listen, I don't know what it's like to go three months without sex, but what I do know is that it doesn't 'just happen.' How long has it been like this?" Cathy hung her head. “Since Christine was born." "Fifteen years? You haven't; " "It's not that we never," Cathy said, quickly cutting her off, "it's just that, we became parents so quickly, and Sam's ministry picked up, and we hate condoms, and, it just,” "Is it good when you do?" "Yeah, it's good, it's good,” She wanted to say great, but she knew it would be a dishonest answer, "but it's not as good, as before." Sandy keyed in on the end of her sentence. "Before Christine?" She said, eyeing her friend closely, "Or before Sam?" The long pause Cathy took was palpable. "Christine," she finally replied, "before Christine." "Cathy, don't lie to me." "I'm not, I'm not, I," Cathy took in a big breath and let out a long sigh. "Listen, sex before I got pregnant was amazing; our wedding night was electric; but we were just really starting to learn about each other, and I feel like we never picked up where we left off, and I feel bad." "For what?" "Well Sam, I was his first, and I just don't know if he's ever really gotten to figure out who he is sexually." "I see," Sandy said, trying to downplay how excited this conversation was making her, "and what about who you are?" "I have, more experience than he does." "I see," Sandy said again. A slight shading of red was present on Cathy's cheeks; whether it was the sun, or embarrassment, Sandy would never know. "So why don't you show him? Teach him?" "When we got together, Sam told me that even though our wedding night wouldn't be my first time, it would be our first time, and I've always wanted to respect that. I never wanted to make him feel bad." "Did he ever say it made him feel bad?" "Well, no, not exactly, but I didn't want to press the issue, you know?" "Ah." There it was. Sandy could see now where the disconnect was; the same place it almost always is. "Well, you know, Cathy, this is going to sound cliché, but I think what you two need is better communication." "Yeah, yeah, that's what all the books say" "Sure, but not the way I'm saying it." Sandy said, "I'm not saying you need to have a sit down and talk over a workbook with a three point plan to improve intimacy, I'm saying you need to ask, you need to tell, you need to show each other what you want, how you want it, where you want it, and to not be afraid to say the words out loud." "I don't know, Sandy, I don't know if it's as easy as you say." Sandy sighed, and then leaned in close, looking around to make sure no one was within earshot. "Would you let Sam fuck you in the ass?" Cathy's eyes went as wide as saucers. "What?" "I'm serious; if Sam asked you, would you let him fuck you in the ass?" "I,” Cathy paused as much out of shock as honest contemplation. She felt a tingle deep inside her as she considered it, before letting out a breathy "yes." "If you know that about yourself, then what are you worried about? You have experience. Use it. Guide each other to Pleasure town and buy a huge house, you know what I'm saying?" Cathy let the words settle in her mind. Kelly made her way back to the table with drinks, and as she sat down, Sandy let out a final "trust me." "Trust you what?" Kelly said with an inquisitive eyebrow raise. "Oh, nothing," Sandy replied, giving Cathy a knowing wink. Cathy smiled an embarrassed smile in return. Kelly's eyes darted back and forth between the two, suspiciously, before they locked onto something in the distance over Cathy's shoulder, eliciting a low "oh, wow." Cathy had looked back at her husband and Don, and saw them both locked on whatever it was Kelly had spied. Sandy followed Kelly's gaze, and Cathy turned to see as well, and the trio were greeted by the trim, young body of their new youth pastor Ginny on full display as she made her way to the pool. Crinkly hair long and flowing, a long necklace dipped down between cleavage made by the red bikini top holding up her pert, supple breasts. A flat, amber stomach dipped down into bathing shorts, keeping her perfect ass frustratingly out of view. Shimmering, glistening legs dripped down into flip flops. She dropped her towel on a nearby chair, and dove into the deep end of the pool to join her husband Todd. Cathy looked back over at Sam. He was talking to Don, but his focus was clearly still on the young, lithe body splashing around in their pool. Later that night, house cleared of guests, Christine spending the night at a friend's house, Sam and Cathy retired to their bedroom. Sam was in the shower, and Cathy could hear his enthusiastic singing from the bed where she lounged in a large t-shirt and panties. Something had gotten into Sam today; he only sang in the shower when he was really excited or amped, and his watery serenade had just been the latest in an evening of Sam being full of it. Pinching her ass in passing as they cleaned up, remarks about skinny dipping; Sam was definitely worked up. The truth was, Cathy was too. She had been thinking about what Sandy had said all day, and truth be told it had turned her on quite a bit. She had been remembering what sex with Sam had been like when they just got married, wistfully replaying highlights of their honeymoon in her head. And then her mind would drift to Sandy's question; would she let Sam fuck her in the ass. She had never been actually interested in the act before and still wasn't, but the hypothetical fantasy scenario of taking Sam into her body that way made her quite wet. In addition, the fact that she had no idea if Sam would even be interested in such a thing proved to her that Sandy might be on to something. She realized there was so little about what Sam liked that she knew. So much to learn. Cathy could feel the fabric of her t-shirt hanging off the peaks of her hard nipples. She heard the water from Sam's shower stop. She reached down and slipped off her black panties. Her pulse quickened at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Sam felt refreshed after his shower. It had been a long day of entertaining, and he was ready to relax. There was something else though. He had been so busy the last few weeks with church business that tired and stressed was pretty much the only thing he could feel, but now that the stressful part was over, he could finally feel something else, and he sure did. He was horny. He had lost count since the last time he and Cathy had made love, and he hadn't even found much time to relieve himself in that time. His balls were full. He felt that familiar tingle in them earlier in the day, when Ginny walked out in her swimsuit. He considered jerking off in the shower, but, it wasn't right to be that turned on by a younger woman who wasn't his wife. And surely it was just a result of his current, backed up state, and not because he actually wanted to do something dirty to her young, supple body. No, definitely not that. Knowing his luck, though, Cathy would already be asleep, and the half-chub he was sporting under his towel would have to wait another day for the attention it desired, and his balls would remain tight and full. Turning the corner into their bedroom, the look he received from Cathy stopped him in his tracks. She was lying there in bed, propped up by pillows, wearing her large t-shirt like she did practically every night, but her eyes bore a hole into him with a heat he hadn't seen in many years. He looked over her body. Her nipples were hard, straining against the fabric of her shirt, telling him what words could never fully convey. Slowly he dropped his towel, revealing to her his thickening cock. "How long has it been?" He said, staring at her as her legs shifted, and her eyes took in his manhood. Cathy looked him in the eye. "Too long." She slowly pulled her knees up and butterflied them open, revealing her naked, wet cunt to her husband. He smiled, and in an instant was between those legs, kissing her neck, gripping her body, pawing at her t-shirt, desperate to relieve her of it. Pure elation pulled at the corners of her mouth as his lips made their way to suckle on her hard nipple. The feel of her husband's body on hers was sorely missed, sorely needed, and caused her whole being to buzz. Sam had always been a generous lover, but again, it was the routine that had gotten to her. His lips would suck her nipple, his fingers would get her extra worked up, and then the condom would come out,. He'd rub her clit while they fucked missionary-style, she'd cum, and then he would. It was perfectly fine, perfectly enjoyable, but tonight wasn't about perfectly fine or perfectly enjoyable. It was when Sam's hands drifted between her thighs, fingers testing her waters, that Sandy's words popped back into her head. "Baby, baby, hold on," she said gently, lifting his mouth off her nipple with a pop. "What is it?" He said, his fingers still inside her. Even this, casually talking while Sam's fingers were in her cunt, was a new sensation for her. She liked it. She wanted more. "Would you mind if,” She paused at the barrier of her own experience. This was something they had never broached before, and she was nervous. "Would you mind if I showed you something I like?" A broad, lusty smile broke out across Sam's face. "Not at all." Cathy leaned him off of her, groaning sweetly as his fingers left her cunt, rolling him onto his back. She smiled at him, and he gave her a curious smile in return. He thought her body was perfect, and he loved looking at it. Watching her move. With one more courageous breath, Cathy decided it was now or never, and slowly drew one leg over Sam, straddling him, her wet, hot cunt hanging just above his face. "Is this ok?" She asked, looking down at her husband between her legs. Sam's eyes went wide. He smiled. "Absolutely." Cathy slowly lowered herself down, and a shiver ran through her entire being as her husband's hot, wet tongue touched her flushed, aroused cunt lips for the first time in over 15 years. "Oh my,” she shuddered. Sam's tongue split her folds and began slowly lapping at her generous juices. He had gone down on her in the past, but only a handful of times. It wasn't for lack of enthusiasm, it was just that once Cathy got pregnant she started to feel weird about it. It was inexplicable for her, but she just started to move away from it as an activity, and they never really came back to it, so Sam never got to really gain his skill as an oral lover. He never got to learn what made his wife lose control. But he was about to learn, and he couldn't wait. His hands slipped over her taut thighs that were flexing and firing, wrapped around his head. She tasted amazing, and Sam couldn't get enough. The sweet and sour tang of her arousal sent bolts of excitement through his body and into his cock. His viewpoint was a delight, looking up over the tasteful tuft of hair on her mound, up the tensing pulse of her reactive stomach, between the valley of her hard-nippled breasts heaving with each breath, up her long neck to her beautiful face, eyes closed and contorting in pleasure. He was hard as a rock, in heaven being able to please his wife with his tongue, but what was really making him hard was the way she had asked for it; the words she had used. She wanted to "show him something she liked." This was not an act he had ever done with her, and those words implied she had done it before, with someone else, before they had met. They had never talked about anything she had done before they were together, never talked about who she might have done it with. She had always thought it inappropriate. But the thought that this might be opening that door, that it might lead to more talk of her sexual history, lit a fire inside Sam that had been extinguished since well before he met Cathy, a fire that burned bright in his younger years when female friends of his would tell him all their deepest dirtiest secrets of their sordid sexcapades. His cock throbbed. To be continued in part 2. By Liminally Spaced for Literotica.

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In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, hosts Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary tackle two candid fan submissions: dating someone who spends every Saturday hiking with an ex who refuses to meet the new partner, and receiving a late-night “miss your face” text that reopens old feelings. The trio explores clear boundaries, reasonable timelines for introductions, transparency without ultimatums, and how to navigate these challenges!

...so, the final Vocal Booth Weekender is off and running - sadly, I couldn't be there with the Family to see her off, so Saturday morning's "Risin' " session was my personal tribute - 3 hours of some of the many favourite choons from my previous sets there, along with a couple that I would have spun this year, and I know that I haven't even scratched the surface here!! It's been a fantastic ride since 2009, and I am so grateful for what it's given me - another Family, amazing memories and events, and all set to the backdrop of stellar music provided by stellar DJs!! Enjoy this, and Vocal Booth Weekender, I thank you...Track-listing:  Richard Earnshaw feat. Ursula Rucker & Roy Ayers - Rise Earth Wind & Fire - Fantasy (Purrfection Guitar-apella)Ahmed Sirour feat. Robert Glasper & King - Move Love (Bossa Soula Remix) China Charmeleon & Brandon Dhludhlu - Birds Sing (Extended)QB Smith & MdCL feat. Brian Temba - Man Of Summer (QB's Hot Mix)Elle & Universal Tongues - Open Up Your Mind (Honeycomb Vocal Mix)Made By Pete & Zoe Kypri - Horizon Red (Extended)Stacy Kidd feat. Tiffany Jenkins - Let It Blow (Remix) (Afro Jazz Extended Remix)Cleveland P. Jones - Pearls (DJ Spen & Jihad Muhammad Remix)DJ Kemit & Luke Austin are the Lounge Lizards - We Still Rise (The Lounge Lizards Bootleg Mix)Le Croque feat. Tabia - Syanisaba (Original Mix)Bossruu feat. Wandile - Ngawe (Atjazz Love Soul Remix)Andy Ward & Sofia Rubina - Streets Of The Sun (Heavyweight Mix)Talking Heads - Once In A Lifetime (Joey Negro Edit)Evren Furtuna - My Miracle Baby (Original Mix)Cleavage feat. Lars Vegas - Grace (Original Mix)Fred Everything feat. Wayne Tennant - Mercyless (Original Mix)Soul Renegades – Oh Yeah (Vocal)Timmy Vegas & The Universe Band feat. Jennifer Wallace - Can't Make It Thru Another Day (Original Mix)Timmy Regisford feat. Lynn Lockamy - At The Club (Sean McCabe's Slummin Mix)Tracy Hamlin - Home (Extended Album Mix)Hifi Sean feat. Crystal Waters - Testify (OPOLOPO Remix)Jasper Street Co., Teddy Douglas & DJ Spen - Oh Give Thanks (Album Version)Randy Roberts & Richard Burton - Stairway To Heaven (DJ Spen & Thommy Davis Original Mix)Peyton, Frankie Knuckles, Eric Kupper & Director's Cut - Beautiful (Original Mix)Andy Ward & Sofia Rubina - Streets Of The Sun (Acapella) …and here's the download link: https://www.sendspace.com/file/in4ldv…as always, thanks to all who locked on…  

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In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary respond to a listener who's falling for someone in ethical non-monogamy and isn't sure whether to continue. They explain ENM in plain terms, weigh curiosity versus compatibility, and challenge each other with “try it or walk away?” questions to show how each host would handle it.

Someone on the internet was wondering if there was an equivalent for women to a man getting distracted by boobs. Amy, Lauren and Jasmine have ideas!

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The contours of Texas politics are changing – part of Republican's decades-long plan? Texas Monthly’s Robert Downen joins us to talk about what he sees as an unprecedented consolidation of power aimed at ending fair elections in Texas.Also, Texas A&M launches audits of its courses statewide – this after the firing of a professor over […] The post ‘CleaVage’ musical is a deep cut into Texas plastic surgery history appeared first on KUT & KUTX Studios -- Podcasts.

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, hosts Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary run through today's most-asked early-dating dilemmas—whether exclusivity before a third date signals clarity or haste, how to request a soft-launch without pressure, ways to blend friend groups so no one feels like a guest, a kind script for “I'm not ready to meet your parents,” whether to keep a useful gift from an ex, and the cleanest way to end a situationship that keeps looping back.

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary dive into a candid fan confession: a married professional has been swapping playful snaps with a younger coworker for years—until “almost” photos and late-night messages suggest the feelings aren't one-sided. The trio explores when fantasy becomes a problem, the difference between micro-cheating and harmless flirtation, workplace and digital-trail risks, and respectful scripts for cooling it down before real damage is done.

This week on Coffee and Cleavage, Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary tackle performance nerves and expectations. Story one: a listener relies on a “blue pill” for anxiety-related ED and wonders when to tell a new partner. Story two: a boyfriend climaxes most times while his girlfriend almost never does—she says she's fine, he feels lost. The trio digs into disclosure without killing the vibe, trust vs. secrecy, asking for feedback without pressure, and coaching partners to explore what actually works.

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, hosts Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary unpack three candid fan submissions: being bored by “technically good” vanilla sex and how to introduce kink respectfully; when 24/7 location sharing crosses from reassurance into surveillance; and what to do when a threesome meant to reignite intimacy leaves partners feeling more disconnected. Can a threesome save a relationship or is it doomed after?

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary tackle a spicier get-to-know-us Q&A. They pick the one bedroom toy they'd keep, share the everyday sounds that spark flirt mode, discuss whether enthusiastic sex can be restored, and unpack body count, fading desire, and the “constant attention” myth. They open up about a kink they admire but haven't tried, foods that kill the mood, give-vs-receive dilemmas, on-camera versus real-life boundaries, car quickies versus luxury slow burns, mutual self-pleasure on video chat, the profile keywords that trigger an instant swipe-left, and a rapid “hot or pass” on rope, wax, and ice.

Chris and Amy react to a billboard removal in Breese, IL; and an angry St Charles public meeting; welcome new SLU President Dr Edward Feser and an election expert; and celebrate National Radio Day and KMOX's history. Plus John Rooney from the Cardinals radio team.

n this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary answer fan-submitted questions about navigating desire with confidence. They break down how to introduce a kink without pressure, why after-care can matter even after “vanilla” sex, and the low-pressure way to bring toys into the bedroom. They also unpack whether quiet can be just as hot as vocal, and where the line is between sexy and too loud. Honest, useful, and stigma-free.

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary dissect two fan stories that prove mixed signals are alive and painfully well. One listener gets ghosted 24 hours after a picture-perfect hookup; another is trapped between flirtatious compliments and Instagram posts about other guys. The trio explores signs of emotional unavailability, gentle ways to clarify intentions, and whether it's ever smart to reach out after being blocked.

This week on Coffee and Cleavage, Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary are answering your juiciest fan-submitted questions—and it's all about firsts, fantasies, and the moments that make you go “WTF?!” The trio share surprising things they are into and debate public sex, awkward dirty talk slip-ups, and who's really more experimental in bed—men or women. 

The internet goes insane over a Sydney Sweeney commercial featuring her largest assets…and we discuss the political and cultural meaning; President Trump tires of Vladimir Putin's game-playing; and this week marks a bevy of economic news…so what comes next? Click here to join the member-exclusive portion of my show: https://bit.ly/3WDjgHE Ep.2248 - - - Facts Don't Care About Your Feelings - - - DailyWire+: Watch Journey to the UFC: Joe Pyfer now—streaming exclusively on DailyWire+. My new book, “Lions and Scavengers,” drops September 2nd—pre-order today at https://dailywire.com/benshapiro Get your Ben Shapiro merch here: https://bit.ly/3TAu2cw - - - Today's Sponsors: Balance of Nature - Go to https://balanceofnature.com and use promo code SHAPIRO for 35% off your first order as a preferred customer, PLUS get a free bottle of Fiber and Spice. SimpliSafe - Visit https://SIMPLISAFE.com/SHAPIRO to claim 50% off a new system with a professional monitoring plan and get your first month free. Helix Sleep - Go to https://helixsleep.com/ben for an exclusive offer. Stamps - Get a 4-week trial, free postage, and a digital scale at https://www.stamps.com/SHAPIRO. Thanks to Stamps.com for sponsoring the show! Jeremy's Razors - Head to https://jeremysrazors.com/legend and subscribe today. - - - Socials: Follow on Twitter: https://bit.ly/3cXUn53 Follow on Instagram: https://bit.ly/3QtuibJ Follow on Facebook: https://bit.ly/3TTirqd Subscribe on YouTube: https://bit.ly/3RPyBiB - - - Privacy Policy: https://www.dailywire.com/privacy

The internet goes insane over a Sydney Sweeney commercial featuring her largest assets…and we discuss the political and cultural meaning; President Trump tires of Vladimir Putin's game-playing; and this week marks a bevy of economic news…so what comes next? Click here to join the member-exclusive portion of my show: https://bit.ly/3WDjgHE Ep.2248 - - - Facts Don't Care About Your Feelings - - - DailyWire+: Watch Journey to the UFC: Joe Pyfer now—streaming exclusively on DailyWire+. My new book, “Lions and Scavengers,” drops September 2nd—pre-order today at https://dailywire.com/benshapiro Get your Ben Shapiro merch here: https://bit.ly/3TAu2cw - - - Today's Sponsors: Balance of Nature - Go to https://balanceofnature.com and use promo code SHAPIRO for 35% off your first order as a preferred customer, PLUS get a free bottle of Fiber and Spice. SimpliSafe - Visit https://SIMPLISAFE.com/SHAPIRO to claim 50% off a new system with a professional monitoring plan and get your first month free. Helix Sleep - Go to https://helixsleep.com/ben for an exclusive offer. Stamps - Get a 4-week trial, free postage, and a digital scale at https://www.stamps.com/SHAPIRO. Thanks to Stamps.com for sponsoring the show! Jeremy's Razors - Head to https://jeremysrazors.com/legend and subscribe today. - - - Socials: Follow on Twitter: https://bit.ly/3cXUn53  Follow on Instagram: https://bit.ly/3QtuibJ  Follow on Facebook: https://bit.ly/3TTirqd  Subscribe on YouTube: https://bit.ly/3RPyBiB - - - Privacy Policy: https://www.dailywire.com/privacy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary take on three fan-submitted stories that hit close to home. From being strung along by a flirty texter, to dating someone still healing from trauma, to feeling blamed after every hookup—these men are asking: “What do I do next?” The hosts break down the mixed signals, communication breakdowns, and emotional red flags that so many of us face.

Shantal, Lynnie, and Gary explore two powerful fan-submitted stories this week on Coffee and Cleavage. First: a man's girlfriend wants to explore her sexuality—on her terms only. Is one-sided openness ever okay? Then, another listener who's only attracted to "model-type" women and feels completely stuck—alone, frustrated, and unable to connect. Can attraction ever evolve—or are we doomed by our “type”?

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How do you reset mid-sex without bruising egos? Can watching porn together actually strengthen intimacy? And is scheduling sex the secret to ending a two-month dry spell? In this rapid-fire fan Q&A, Coffee and Cleavage hosts Lynnie, Shantal, and Gary reveal the mood-setter songs they swear by, the dating-app icks they can't ignore, and the one compliment that never gets old. From unsolicited nudes vs. voice notes to the best guilt-free post-hookup snacks, no question is off-limits. Send in your own questions for the next round at coffeeandcleavage.com your curiosity fuels the show! 

Read Andy's own article about the sticky note he found on his car: https://innerouter.info/content/sticky-noteAndy mentions:Living with the Himalayan Masters: https://www.rishikulyogshala.org/assets/books/living-with-the-himalayan-masters.pdfSwami Rama: https://himalayaninstitute.org/online/teachers/swami-rama/Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramhansa Yogananda https://www.freespiritualebooks.com/autobiography-of-a-yogi.html?gad_source=1&gad_campaignid=14120536211&gbraid=0AAAAABOYGz--KbMWbfGiGusndi_hEFvEJ&gclid=Cj0KCQjwxdXBBhDEARIsAAUkP6hJGL1XZIQ4Vnj55KxUjpQ-MjEi8lztnC-NQ93g8sGtpjhbk22jgZAaAktOEALw_wcBDannion Brinkley https://dannion.com/The Great Approach, by Benjamin Creme https://share-ecart.com/the-great-approach/Maitreya https://share-international.org/in-depth/maitreya/the Masters of Wisdom https://share-international.org/in-depth/masters-of-wisdom/Share International magazine https://share-international.org/resources/magazine/Transmission Meditation https://share-international.org/in-depth/transmission-meditation/the Ageless Wisdom Teaching https://share-international.org/in-depth/ageless-wisdom-teaching/Alice A. Bailey https://www.lucistrust.org/books/about_alice_a_baileyHelena Roerich https://en.icr.su/family/hir/the Agni Yoga teachings https://agniyoga.org/the Sword of Cleavage https://share-international.org/resources/articles/the-sword-of-cleavage/

In this fan-driven episode of Coffee and Cleavage, hosts Lynnie, Shantal, and Gary respond to a barrage of listener questions. Topics range from evolving sexual preferences, the worst flirting mistakes, and ideal pick-up lines to whether a threesome is on the table. They discuss preferred sex duration, attitudes toward body hair, and candid thoughts on pornography. Listeners also hear the hosts' takes on spontaneous dates, public displays of affection, conflict styles, and relationship deal-breakers versus green flags. Submit future questions at coffeeandcleavage.com.

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, hosts Lynnie, Shantal, and Gary explore two listener dilemmas. One caller's sister exaggerates his size, leading to mid-hookup humiliation; the hosts discuss rebuilding self-esteem, addressing family sabotage, and whether physical dimensions or chemistry matter most. Another listener loves his relationship but feels unwanted because his partner never initiates sex; the trio outlines respectful strategies to spark her confidence and desire. Additional fan questions tackle whether bad sex justifies ending a relationship, how early is too early to discuss kinks on dating apps, and best hand etiquette during oral. Submit questions at coffeeandcleavage.com.

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, hosts Lynnie, Shantal, and Gary answer listener-submitted questions for a behind-the-mic look at their lives. Topics include the only three apps they'd keep if they had to purge their phones, the single skill each host is quietly working on this year, and which past episode challenged them most. They open up about favorite comfort rituals, advice that proved life-changing, the oddest direct messages in their inboxes, and the Hollywood actors they'd cast to play themselves. Rounding out the conversation are thoughts on misconceptions about content creators, the unexpected quality that makes someone unforgettable, personal goals they hope to lock in next year, and a three-item bucket list still waiting to be checked off. Submit more questions at coffeeandcleavage.com.

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In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, hosts Lynnie, Shantal, and Gary explore three listener-submitted dating disasters. First, a caller catches his girlfriend of seven years in bed with his roommate and wonders how to trust again. Next, a man's relationship—born from a “take one for the team” favor—faces insecurity after a friend's careless joke about attraction and weight. Finally, an app date ends with a lecture about who should pay and what counts as “effort.” 

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, hosts Lynnie, Shantal, and Gary explore relationships that are “not quite open, not exactly closed.” They debate whether hall passes protect commitment or plant resentment, how couples negotiate soft-swap vs. full-swap boundaries, and whether emotional monogamy can survive sexual freedom. A listener story about balancing free-pass trips with looming threesome jealousy illustrates how fuzzy rules can test trust. Share your own monogam-ish wins, fails, or questions at coffeeandcleavage.com.

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, hosts Lynnie, Shantal, and Gary tackle dirty talk and praise kink—two listener‑requested topics that can take intimacy to the next level. They dissect common missteps (jumping from silence to X‑rated, cliché porn lines, ignoring body language) and offer practical fixes, from slowing down and reading the moment to using “What if…?” questions and seductive pauses. A fan story about an accidental “Yes, mommy” sets the stage for laughs and genuine advice. 

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, Lynnie, Shantal, and Gary get personal with a creator-focused Q&A. From the highs and lows of content creation to the moments they've been truly embarrassed, the trio opens up about what it's really like behind the scenes.They reveal whether they tell people what they do for a living, how they keep ideas flowing, and share what they'd do if they only had one day left to live. Plus: Are they girly girls, or down to get dirty (and maybe go camping)? It's a raw, fun, and honest look into their lives as creators.

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Al & Jerry: What's the male equivalent of breasts & cleavage? And President Trump is making shower heads great again--plus warm up To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In this episode of Coffee and Cleavage, Lynnie, Shantal, and Gary react to one of the craziest dating stories yet—a woman goes on a late-night coffee date, ends up in a dark construction site fearing for her life... and then gets a dick pic the next morning.They also break down the viral “Worst First Date Spots” list—from Cheesecake Factory to coffee shops—and debate whether these locations are truly bad or just misunderstood. Is it about effort, vibes, or just expectations? And what does a date spot say about the kind of connection someone wants?

In this raw and revealing episode, Lynnie, Shantal, and Gary answer your burning dating questions—nothing off-limits. From what instantly attracts them to someone, to thoughts on dad bods vs. gym rats, bad boys vs. nice guys, and even whether they've ever cheated (or been tempted). They open up about love at first sight, vulnerability in men, and how soon is too soon to talk about sex. Unfiltered, honest, and totally unscripted—this is Ask Us Anything, Coffee and Cleavage style.

Jennifer Finney Boylan shares five big ideas from her new book "Cleavage." 

On the show today the first trailer for Dakota Johnson and Pedro Pascal’s new movie has been released and is this the return of the high quality rom-com? Plus, naked dresses have been a staple on the red carpet for years, but now a new trend is threatening to overthrow them. So now we need to have a chat about the rise of butt cleavage. And actress Jaime King is in the headlines thanks to an ugly public divorce and custody battle which has seen her lose access to her children. Now her longtime friend and godmother to her youngest son, Taylor Swift, has been pulled into the story. THE END BITSThe Spill podcast is on Instagram here. Listen: A Brutally Honest Review Of The Movie That Swept The Oscars The Best, Worst And Most Scandalous Moments From The Oscars Red CarpetEm Vernem is co-hosting a new Mamamia podcast. BIZ is rewriting the rules of work with no zero generic advice - just real strategies from women who've actually been there. Listen here.Subscribe to The Spill Newsletter by clicking here. Subscribe to Mamamia GET IN TOUCH:Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! WANT MORE?If you’re looking for something else to listen to why not check out our hilarious and seriously unhelpful podcast The Baby Bubble hosted by Clare and Jessie Stephens.Or click here to listen to the hosts of Mamamia Out Loud open up about creativity and how they stay inspired. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. CREDITS Hosts: Laura Brodnik & Em VernemExecutive Producer: Ned Green Audio Producer: Scott Stronach Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures. Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Description: In this special episode, we welcome Barnard College professor and accomplished author, Jennifer Finney Boylan, back to the show to discuss her latest labor of love, her book Cleavage, which examines the divisions – as well as the common ground – between the genders, and reflects on her experiences, both difficult and joyful, as a transgender American. Jenny discusses the importance that things like nuance,imagination, patience, empathy and understanding hold in our divided world, reflecting on her experiences as a transgender woman and noting that for many, “living your best life is not necessarily a political decision, but a matter of life and death.” The ultimate thing she wants, Jenny says, is just to be left alone, to live her life and to be free. Segments Bless & Release: Gender stereotypes *** Thought-provoking Quotes: Conversations about trans-women in sports are complicated and demand nuance, patience, and imagination. For us to be defined by the most difficult and controversial aspects of our existence is really unfair. – Jennifer Finney Boylan I'm not a woman with an asterisk. At 66 ½ years old, my life has a lot more in common with other women my age than you would think. My life does not revolve around me trying to sneak into your daughter's soccer game. My life revolves around my family, and reading, and teaching my students, and working in the garden, and things that I hope would seem very familiar to people. – Jennifer Finney Boylan These are hard times. But we do know that hard times come and hard times go. And, whatever this moment is, is not forever. Although I can't underestimate exactly how hard it is to be singled out by the President of the United States as a person who specifically is not deserving of love or respect or basic human kindness. – Jennifer Finney Boylan Nobody goes from male to female in hopes of getting a better deal. – Jennifer Finney Boylan I hope people will pick up and read Cleavage not because they want to understand more about the trans business but because they want to know what sorts of choices people can make when they feel that the world is against them and there is no room for them. I have found, against all odds, that there is room for me, that I have been loved, and, on a good day, the world is full of joy and humor. – Jennifer Finney Boylan Resources Mentioned in This Episode: Cleavage: Men, Women, and the Space Between Us by Jennifer Finney Boylan  Mad Honey: A GMA Book Club Pick: A Novel by Jennifer Finney Boylan Roxane Gay She's Not There: A Life in Two Genders by Jennifer Finney Boylan Jennifer Finney Boylan's New York Times articles - https://www.nytimes.com/column/jennifer-finney-boylan I Am Cait (Caitlin Jenner Show) - https://tv.apple.com/us/show/i-am-cait/umc.cmc.38b55qpveo4xdxypnk03xfvmp Torrey Peters - https://www.torreypeters.com/ Kate Bornstein - http://katebornstein.com/ Trans Bodies Trans Selves: a Resource Guide for the Transgender Community - http://transbodies.com/ John Barth - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Barth Ben Hatmaker's marathon post - https://www.instagram.com/p/DGI6wt2OyBL/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== Cleavage Tour Schedule - https://us.macmillan.com/tours/jennifer-finney-boylan-cleavage/ Guest's Links: Jenny's website - https://jenniferboylan.net/  Jenny's Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/jenniferfinneyboylan Jenny's Twitter - https://x.com/JennyBoylan Jenny's Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/JenniferFinneyBoylan/ Jenny's Medium - https://medium.com/@jennyboylan_97964  Connect with Jen! Jen's website - https://jenhatmaker.com/ Jen's Instagram - https://instagram.com/jenhatmaker Jen's Twitter - https://twitter.com/jenHatmaker/ Jen's Facebook - https://facebook.com/jenhatmaker Jen's YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/user/JenHatmaker The For the Love Podcast is presented by Audacy. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Cleavage by Jennifer Finney Boylan interrogates modern and relevant themes of gender and sexuality with writing that is both entertaining and educational. Boylan joins us to talk about her personal connections to the topic, influential authors, the importance of storytelling and more with Miwa Messer, host of Poured Over. This episode of Poured Over was hosted by Miwa Messer and mixed by Harry Liang.                     New episodes land Tuesdays and Thursdays (with occasional Saturdays) here and on your favorite podcast app. Featured Books (Episode): Cleavage by Jennifer Finney Boylan Mad Honey by Jennifer Finney Boylan and Jodi Picoult Good Boy by Jennifer Finney Boylan She's Not There by Jennifer Finney Boylan Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel Creation Lake by Rachel Kushner Intermezzo by Sally Rooney All Fours by Miranda July Skippy Dies by Paul Murray Ulysses by James Joyce A Place of Greater Safety by Hilary Mantel Clear by Carys Davies James by Percival Everett Colored Television by Danzy Senna North Woods by Daniel Mason The Demon of Unrest by Erik Larson