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In this heartwarming and hilarious episode, we're joined by a VERY special guest, Madison's mom and co-conspirator in both life and business, Christy Howard! Known lovingly as “the mom in Florida” to many, Christy shares her deeply personal spiritual journey, from a midlife panic attack to discovering her calling and opening The Healing Hedgewitch.We dive into what it's really like to parent a witchy kid, why your spiritual practice doesn't need to be flashy to be powerful, and how menopause has shaped her relationship with intuition, ritual, and cronehood. Christy also reflects on raising Madison with openness, humour, and a deep respect for her autonomy and shares some surprising psychic stories from Madison's childhood.Whether you're navigating a spiritual awakening, embracing the crone era, or just want to hear a truly magical story about four rescued kittens, this episode is a must-listen.✨ Want to connect with Christy? Visit The Healing Hedgewitch and join the mailing list to stay in the loop on upcoming events and offerings, or email hello@thehealinghedgewitch.com

In this episode, I had the pleasure of talking with Astrid van den Broek. We met through my husband, as she has been his coach, on and off, for the past 8 years. We talked about her work as a transformation advisor for companies and leaders, what she sees as the main themes emerging in the current times we live in, and the big challenges we are facing as in the midst of this BIG personal and collective change. We wove this conversation through Crone's wisdom, Human Design, and our connection to the WITCH archetype. Invitations: From Astrid:

In this empowering episode, Morgan dives deep into the often-overlooked Queen archetype—the missing link between Mother and Crone in the traditional triple goddess model. She shares her personal connection to this phase, how it has shown up in her spiritual journey, and why it deserves to be embraced as its own sacred stage of life.  Morgan explains how the Queen archetype blends sovereignty, confidence, compassion, and boundaries into one powerful identity. She also walks listeners through how Queen energy differs from Maiden curiosity, Mother nurturing, and Crone wisdom, and why so many women find themselves floating in that in-between space, unsure where they belong.   If you've ever felt like you're not quite a mother anymore but definitely not ready to be called a crone, this episode is for you.  For Patreon members, this week's bonus content includes Morgan's favorite magickal helpers for embodying Queen energy, such as gemstones, oils, and tools to support you as you step into your power. If you enjoy Busy, Gritty, Inked, & Witchy, please like and subscribe. It helps new magickally curious people find the podcast easier!  Join Morgan on her Patreon for exclusive bonus content. Visit https://patreon.com/inkedgoddesscreations for more details.  Consider joining Morgan's Inked Spirit Coven to deepen your magickal practice and connect with a supportive community. For more information, head to https://inkedspirit.com. For unique witchy supplies and tips, a monthly Witchcraft subscription box, and more head to https://www.InkedGoddessCreations.com.

That deck belongs in a museum!  Phil, Davy, and Brian talk the new releases on pre-order: Knives of the Crone and Realmstone Raiders.  We got some play reps in with these and are reporting back with initial thoughts. Our Blog coverage of Knives of the Crone Our blog coverage of the Realmstone Raiders deck Cinderfall Gaming's Channel Starting Hex's article on deck size Come chat on our discord Support us on Patreon Look into my eyes/ I'm not coming back    

The Crone and Sage have begun celebrating their trio of Rituals (Ingress, Congress, & Egress) as we enter the Times of Beltane... The post A Year of Our Ritual Practices Cont. appeared first on WebTalkRadio.net.

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Haudenosaunee, Mohawk activist and educator Joyce Jonathan Crone joined me for the #HotDocs festival premiere of RED GIRL RISING, the documentary short about her work as an Indigenous communities advocate and founder of www.hopearises.ca.#RedGirlRising was directed by Faith Howe and Kim Stadfeld.#HotDocs #ShortFilm #CarolynTalks #FirstNations #interview #LandBack*Images courtesy of @HotDocsFest For screening information on the film and the festival visit the official website at https://www.citizenminutes.ca/Follow me on social media @CarrieCnh12paypal.com/paypalme/carolynhinds0525My Social Media hashtags are: #CarolynTalks #DramasWithCarrie #SaturdayNightSciFi #SHWH #KCrushVisit Authory.com/CarolynHinds to find links to all of my published film festival coverage, writing, YouTube and other podcasts So Here's What Happened!, and Beyond The Romance. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Ben je in de overgang en wil jij in deze fase op gewicht blijven, niet geplaagd worden door opvliegers, maar juist weten hoe je dichter bij je kern komt? Het laagdrempelige programma Soepel door de overgang is jou go to: https://www.detoxyourlife.eu/overgang Eerst kennismaken met mij en waardevolle tips ontvangen?

What do personal branding, the inner crone, and Mary Magdalene have in common? In this lively convo with holistic leadership coach and branding expert Lisa Guillot, we dive into the juicy middle of midlife — where clarity, confidence, and speaking your truth all come into play.We chat about the power of owning your story, the art of self-promotion , and how AI might be clever, but it'll never replace the wisdom of a woman who's been through it. From ancestral voices to autism awareness, from the beauty of aging to the importance of showing up as your whole self — this episode is packed with insight, laughs, and a healthy dose of rebellion.Perfect for anyone navigating midlife, motherhood, or just trying to figure out what the heck a “personal brand” really is.Hot Topics: Kinder Records, Find Your Clear Vision, and tarot cards.Resources: Kinder RecordsFind Your Clear VisionbebrightlisaHolistic Leadership Coach, Lisa GuillotCozy Convo MerchCozy AF Candle LineFollow Us On InstagramThank you to our sponsors Lemolade and Crescent Moon Therapy

In the second of this two part episode, Lisa continues sharing her journey with her mental illness — and how she found her way back to her brighter, healthier self.  Read our blog: CroneCast.caShare your questions and comments at cronecast.ca/contact.  We want to hear from you about all things crone.(01:52) - Picking up where we left off (04:50) - Life is a series of trade offs (10:30) - Nightmares (16:33) - What has happened to my beautiful brain? (18:16) - Telling the story (22:37) - Doing the work hurts (25:35) - Catharsis through creativity --Credits-- Hosted by Trudy Callaghan and Lisa Austin Produced by Odvod MediaAudio Engineering by Steve GlenOriginal music by Darrin Hagen

The Crone & Sage continue to share the Liturgy of the Hours Challenge by adding the next prayer for Midafternoon... The post Challenges Liturgy of the Hours Prayer 5 Midafternoon appeared first on WebTalkRadio.net.

Vaker een kort lontje dan je zou willen? Dit is iets wat een van de signalen van de overgang is. In deze aflevering vertel ik je hoe dit komt en wat je kunt doen om niet elke keer compleet uit je plaat te gaan. Ben je in de overgang en wil jij in deze fase op gewicht blijven, niet geplaagd worden door opvliegers, maar juist weten hoe je dichter bij je kern komt? Het laagdrempelige programma Soepel door de overgang is jou go to: https://www.detoxyourlife.eu/overgang Eerst kennismaken met mij en waardevolle tips ontvangen?

Toshia finds herself in a predicament. By BradentonLarry – Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. NOTE: The events of this series (as a whole) follow immediately after Lost in Eros Book 1: The Manor. It is strongly suggested to complete that book first. Chapter 1 Toshia strained against the cords that held her fast. Her arms and legs were stretched out against an X-shaped cross, tied securely at the wrists and ankles. The muscles in her thin, strong arms and her bare legs pulled and struggled as her lithe, naked torso twisted against the cross. She had been trying to pull herself loose for what must be an hour now, and was convinced there was no actual hope that she would free herself. Only fierce stubbornness drove her to struggle again and again. At first, her captors had been gathered around Toshia, laughing at her as she fought futilely against her restraints. They had pinched and fondled her naked body, not as if they were trying to arouse her, but out of amusement at her defiant helplessness. They had squeezed and twisted her nipples, not playfully but cruelly, until tears were rolling down her cheeks. Hands had crushed her breasts roughly and slapped her face and thighs until her skin was burning and bright pink. Rude, unloving fingers had been shoved into her pussy, without intending to excite her, only to violate her. It was infuriating to her that her body had responded to this intrusion with grasping, hungry wetness. Although her mind was rebelling against her situation, and the rest of her body was being so badly mistreated, her vagina – and the damned XYZ in her veins – was ready for sex. Toshia didn't give in, though, and wouldn't. That had been the problem. Toshia wouldn't play along, so they tied her up and put her on display in the middle of this broken down old castle. They had good fun with that, hauling the kicking and fighting naked young woman off and holding her down on the cross while they bound her and then raised the framework to fit into its base. Toshia particularly remembered one of her tormentors, a big redhead with freckles over her cheeks and nose, who laughed in Toshia's face and then licked her cheek with a broad, wet tongue. After a while though, they got tired of abusing her and wandered off to find other things to do. Now and then someone would pass her by. Sometimes they would prod, pinch or fondle her body, but more and more they would just walk by, laughing. At first she had been happy to realize she'd been taken by the warrior women. Given her previous experience in Eros, Toshia expected to find herself in a Sapphic harem, surrounded by playful, horny women. After what she'd gone through, particularly since being separated from Don and the girls, the thought of some girl-on-girl action was quite welcome indeed! As soon as she was dumped out into the courtyard of the castle and looked around, though, Toshia realized this wasn't going to be any nice little harem situation. The stones of the courtyard were rough and cold on her bare skin. The women who stood around her were anything but welcoming. They looked down at her with various expressions of contempt and amusement. Each of these warriors was clearly very strong, with well-defined muscles on her arms, legs and abdomen. Odd pieces of armor were combined with tattered garments to barely clothe their athletic bodies. Each one held a weapon of some kind, mostly spears. "She's a scrawny one," said one of the women with a sneer. "No tits to speak of," said another derisively. Toshia was crouching there in front of them, trying to cover her nudity for the first time since she and Don had awoken in the Manor. "I'll bet she didn't put up any fight," one of the women scowled with distaste. "What about it, little pup? Did you put up any fight or did you just let them fuck you until they were done with you?" Toshia had twisted to get a look at the woman who had asked her those questions. She saw a tall woman with long jet-black hair and icy blue eyes looking down at her. The woman's expression gave the impression that she smelled something particularly rank. Toshia tried to think of what to say, but was distracted when she felt the butt of a spear shoved under her behind, and a voice saying, "I'll bet they screwed her ass too." The blue-eyed woman kept watching Toshia, as the woman behind her shoved the spear harder, pushing Toshia up to a kneeling position. Another woman asked, "Well, what is it, girl, did the goats fuck your ass?" "She's blushing," laughed one of them. "I'll bet she liked getting fucked in the ass by the goats." The blue-eyed woman smiled wryly and said, "As if you don't like a good ass-fucking, Wanda." "Well, yeah, but not from a goat!" Wanda protested. They all laughed at this, but Toshia didn't feel any more comfortable. The woman with the black hair and blue eyes was still looking down at her contemptuously. "What are we going to do with the scrawny little bitch, then," one of the women asked. "Give her to the men?" "It doesn't look like she can fight, so what else is she good for? She's too skinny to be any fun." "I don't know," said the blue-eyed woman haughtily. She reached out and caught Toshia's chin in a strong grip. She turned Toshia's head to the right and left, looking at her face coldly. "She's kind of cute." Cute!? Toshia suddenly realized how incredibly pissed she was. Things hadn't been going exactly well for days but she'd put up with it, thinking that Don and the others would turn up and get her out of this mess. Toshia was nothing if not a good sport; she hadn't actually been hurt and she'd managed to have fun in the process, but somehow a line had been crossed. This bunch of obnoxious women was too much to put up with nicely. A simmering rage welled up in Toshia's breast. The cold woman in front of her seemed to see the fury in Toshia's eyes. She smiled cruelly and said, "What do you say, little pup, will you be a good little pet for me?" "Fuck you!" Toshia spat. The smack came from somewhere off to the right and batted Toshia's head to the left. A spear shaft came down hard across her bare back, stinging like fire and knocking her forward onto her hands and knees. "Show respect, you skinny bitch!" said an angry voice. Toshia glowered at the gray stone in front of her, thinking furiously,I'll be damned if I'm going to be anyone's fucking cute little pet! Then she saw a sandaled foot extended under her face. It moved upward and Toshia lifted her head to avoid making contact. "There, there," said the blue-eyed woman. "I'm sure she'll behave now that she understands that she'll be punished if she doesn't. Right, little pup?" Toshia glared up at the woman and said nothing. "She's a wild one," a blonde woman with braids on both sides of her head, and who looked more than a little like a valkyrie to Toshia, said cheerfully. "Better watch yourself, Daphne." The blue-eyed woman, Daphne, sneered coldly and said, "Don't be ridiculous, Brigit. She'll be a good little pet for me, won't you, pup? Show the girls you'll play nice and kiss my foot." Toshia was keenly aware of the fact that she was surrounded by a gang of big bullies with sticks and worse, but she was past caring. She pushed herself up so that she was kneeling on her haunches and said, "I'll tell you what, I'll kiss your foot right after you kiss my ass." The blonde, Brigit, thought this was very funny, and Toshia thought some of the others laughed a little too, but again she was smacked – this time so hard that she tasted blood. Daphne, who wasn't laughing at all, then said, "It looks like the pup needs to be house-broken, ladies. Let's see how she likes being tied to the cross." So, Toshia was woman-handled until and after she was tied up and put on display in the middle of what seemed to be an ancient, decrepit hall. Fortunately, the women had tired of tormenting her, but they made no move to release her. Toshia pulled again, straining all the muscles in her lithe body against the bonds restraining her left wrist, trying to pull her hand through. She felt the wood of the cross against her back and butt. It seemed as if she would pull her hand off the end of her arm, or at the very least dislocate her shoulder, but nothing gave. She sagged, breathless, against the big X, hanging from her restraints. Toshia resigned herself to waiting until they untied her. In the meantime, she thought back to her adventures since she and Don had come to Eros, both in the Manor and since that day, about a week ago, when they had left the Manor and headed out into the forest. She knew reliving some of those events would make her horny, in spite of her situation, but thoughts of her life before coming to Eros would only depress her further. In any case, there was little doubt that the XYZ would have her horny soon anyway. Chapter 2 The Rite: centaurs & witches & crones (oh my!) Right after leaving the Manor Don found himself in strange company. It wasn't the fact that he was accompanied by four sexy women (each of whom he had slept with, sometimes with the active assistance of the others), including the love of his life and best friend Toshia. Nor was it the fact that two of those women had no memory beyond when they had awakened here in this strange place. Rather it was the presence of the amiable centaur, Ralph, who made the situation so surreal. They had gathered around Ralph in the shade of the first trees on the edge of the lawn spread out in front of the Manor. "Well, we call this the forest," Ralph answered Toshia's question. "No," she insisted, "what do you call everything -- the place where the forest is?" "The world? Oh, you mean Eros," Ralph laughed. "People call the world Eros sometimes." "Naturally," Don shrugged, smiling across to Toshia. "OK," Toshia tried to resume her explanation, "Don, Nicole and I aren't from Eros. We come from a place called Earth, and we would like to get home." Ralph frowned and scratched under his long, dark beard. His equine tail swished a bit too. Then, he said, "I can't say that I've ever heard of this 'Earth' place, and I've traveled extensively throughout the world -- Eros. Oh, would you mind scratching right there, dear?" Amy, who had utterly failed to resist the urge to caress Ralph's strong flanks, obliged him by scratching at his brown hindquarter where her hand had been. "Well," Don tried, "if you wanted to find a way to Earth, is there someone you would ask for help?" "Hmm," Ralph said as his forehead creased with his thought. "I suppose the first place one could try is the Witches of the Glen. Perhaps they could summon the Crone. She is very wise. If anyone knows anything about this 'Earth' it's likely to be... That's very distracting, my dear." "It certainly is!" Shelonda said. She had knelt down next to Ralph and was caressing his prodigious sex organ, which was, naturally enough, responding to the attention. Don wondered if the native fauna responded to the XYZ in the same way the human transplants did. He apologized to Ralph, saying, "I'm sorry. My friends have never encountered one of your kind." "I appreciate that," Ralph said. "It's just that it's been a while since I've been with a mare." "There aren't many centaurs around?" Don asked. "No... not too many..." By now Amy and Nicole had joined Shelonda in caressing and stroking Ralph's large phallus. Toshia was watching them with an expression that seemed a violent mixture of curiosity, shock and titillation. Don almost laughed at her reddening face. He saw that Amy was now kneeling on the ground with both her hands on the column of horse flesh pointing at her face, pumping her hands back and forth on it. Meanwhile, Shelonda and Nicole were similarly stroking Ralph's cock. Don thought it was fortunate for everyone concerned that they hadn't come across an actual horse. "Oh my!" Ralph breathed. Then a deluge of white cum erupted from him, virtually covering Amy's face and front. Pearly droplets splattered everywhere. Shelonda was able to say "Wow!" in the moment before a second bucket full of cum shot out of Ralph and onto Amy's face, and then there was a third much smaller one, followed by a stream that drizzled out. Nicole reached out and caught some of this in her cupped palm, and brought it up to her mouth, only to pronounce it "Yummy!" The girls on the ground proceeded to giggle and laugh as they scooped centaur cum off Amy and slurped it down. Toshia watched this for a moment, until she saw Don watching her with amusement, and then said, "Oh, what the hell?" and got down to join in the fun. "I hope that wasn't too rude of them," Don said to Ralph. "Oh, no -- not at all!" Ralph laughed. "It was a bit kinky, you know. I've never been pleasured by such tiny females, but I'm certainly not complaining." "Well, good," Don smiled. "Now, I was wondering if you could help us find these Witches of the Glen that you mentioned." Once the women managed to finish playing with Ralph's cum and to clean Amy up a bit, the centaur led them through the forest at a pretty brisk pace. Don was happy that he was a good hiker. The women took turns getting rides on Ralph's back, and took the opportunity to bring themselves to loud orgasms along the way. At first Toshia seemed shocked by the fact that Amy and then Shelonda were so openly grinding themselves against Ralph's spine and then so obviously coming, but, after Nicole took her turn, Toshia climbed up and enjoyed the ride for all it was worth. Don watched her bowing her head against Ralph's shoulder blades as she gasped and sighed with her orgasm, and smiled to himself. It was good to see her enjoying herself so thoroughly. For his part, Ralph said he was happy to return the favor done him as much as possible. Amy, however, insisted that she was unconvinced that there wasn't some further way in which Ralph could be of service to the ladies. Don found himself a bit happy when they came upon the glade they were seeking before Amy could put any of her ideas to the test. He sensed that Ralph was a bit relieved too. They were on a cleared hilltop high over the rest of the forest, sloping dark green all around them. The sun was sinking toward the horizon. In the center of the glade were a large stone altar and a large arrangement of wood, ready to become a bonfire. Off to the side, against the tree line, was a large tent of crimson cloth. Ralph led them toward this tent. Before they got there, though, or even called out, a flap was tossed aside and a beautiful woman in a dark red robe stepped out and said, "Hello, and welcome." She had a thick mane of yellow and gold hair falling to her shoulders in an unruly tumult. She looked the party over with eyes of light blue-gray and a knowing smile. "My name is Cassandra, how may we help you?" "Hello Cassandra, I'm Don, and this is Toshia, Nicole, Shelonda, Amy and Ralph." "It's good to see you again, Ralph," Cassandra smiled. Her voice was musical, friendly and confident -- in short, extremely sexy. "Thank you for guiding our new friends here." "It was an honor, mistress," Ralph bowed. "More than that," she winked, "judging from the smell of things." "An honor and a pleasure," he smiled back at her. "I am glad," she nodded. Then, turning to Don, she asked, "How may we help you, Don?" "Toshia, Nicole and I seek a way to leave Eros and return to our home, Earth," Don explained. "Ralph suggested that you could help us find someone who could tell us how to do that." "The Crone," Ralph added. "Ah, yes," Cassandra nodded, taking all of this in with apparent simple acceptance. "I see. We could perform the summoning rite, though you will have to help. We will need a fresh offering for the guardian of the portal, and then there will be a price to be paid to the Crone as well." "What sort of offering and price?" Toshia asked. She had dismounted from Ralph's back and stood next to Don. "Oh nothing quite so dire as you might imagine," Cassandra smiled enigmatically. "Any of you young ladies will do, though I suggest you or Nicole would be most fitting." "Fine," Toshia said firmly, "as long as it's nothing life-threatening, I'll do it." "Wonderful," Cassandra nodded. "And you, Don, will have to pay the Crone's price. Surely you will be as brave as your companion." "Of course," Don nodded, very much conscious of the fact that he was nowhere near as sure of himself as Toshia seemed to be. Cassandra smiled at them both and then turned to the tent behind her and called, "Come on everyone, we have to get ready to summon the Crone!" There were excited exclamations from the tent, followed by a dozen men and women all wearing robes just like Cassandra's. They busied themselves immediately around the firewood and the altar. Don would have paid more attention to what they were doing, but Ralph took this moment to say, "Well, I will leave you in Cassandra's capable hands, then." "You won't stay to see what the Crone says?" Don asked. "No," Ralph shook his head. "I want to find myself a mare as soon as possible, and, to be honest, these magical rites are a bit too intense for me." "Are we safe here?" Don asked in a hushed voice. "Oh, yes!" Ralph laughed. "Cassandra's a sweet, kind person. She won't let any harm come to you, but ... well, it's just going to be intense, that's all. It all gives me the willies. Anyway, good luck!" The girls all bid Ralph goodbye, and then he trotted off into the forest, which was already quite dark in the dusk. "Please, Toshia, come with me," Cassandra said. While they went into the tent, a pair of red-robed women came up to Nicole and Shelonda and led them off toward the fire area. A tall young man approached Don and said, "Sir, if you will accompany me." Don followed the man to a wooden chair that had been set off to the side, with a clear view of the altar without actually being close to it. The young man said, "During the rite, you will sit here until the Crone summons you. Do not participate in the ritual at all until that time. It is very important that you save yourself for the Crone. If you do not, she will know and be displeased." "Okay," Don nodded. "Sit in the chair and don't have any fun -- got it." "Oh, and remove your clothing." "Um, all right," Don said. After disrobing and putting his few items of clothing, and his staff, on the ground next to the chair, Don sat down and tried to make himself comfortable, watching the robed witches go about their preparations. He wasn't surprised to note that everyone in what he was thinking of as the coven was in good shape, even though they seemed to represent a spectrum of different ages, from quite young -- like Nicole or Shelonda -- to as old as in their sixties, if Don was any judge of such things. Knowing what he now knew about Eros, though, Don realized that each of these people could be much older than their appearance would indicate, thanks to the rejuvenating powers of the XYZ they drank as water. After the sun set Don was left alone in the clearing, as the others all disappeared into the big tent. Eventually, the group came out in a solemn procession -- one by one -- with Cassandra in the lead. Toshia came second and was wearing a white robe. The entire group made a circle around the pile of firewood, and most of them began to sing some sort of hymn the words of which Don couldn't make out. This went on for several minutes, until, abruptly, Cassandra raised her hands high over her head, and the wood in front of her burst into flame. Well, that was certainly a neat trick, Don thought to himself. He caught himself, though, and tried to make a point of not being quite so skeptical as usual. After all, we're trying to play along with this world's rules here. Maybe things won't work if I've got the wrong attitude. The witches had stopped singing now, and Cassandra took Toshia by the hand and walked her over to stand with her back to the stone altar; the other witches, along with Nicole, Shelonda and Amy, closed the gap in the circle. Facing Toshia, Cassandra raised her arms, with her palms up to the sky, and called out, "O wise mother who guides us and watches over us, we beseech thee to join us this night that the travelers among us may share in the gift of your knowledge and beauty." The witches around the bonfire repeated Cassandra's words, and four of the men lit torches in the fire and placed them in holes Don hadn't noticed before. These torches were positioned about a meter from each corner of the altar. When the men returned to the circle, Cassandra reached out to caress Toshia's face lovingly. She called out, "O guardian of the portal, we offer you this supplicant who comes seeking knowledge and will give you that which you most desire." Then, Cassandra untied the simple knot at the base of Toshia's throat that held the white robe closed. Toshia shrugged the robe off her shoulders and stood there naked in the firelight. If she was frightened or anxious Don could not see it in her expression or posture. Instead, she stood proudly, with her shoulders back and head high. To Don it seemed that it was Toshia, not Cassandra, who was the high priestess of this affair. As the witches around the fire began a low chant, Cassandra took Toshia by the hand and led her to the foot of the altar, and up a set of steps Don hadn't seen earlier. Toshia gently knelt down on the altar and then turned around and lied down upon her back on the cold stone. Don was fascinated to see her bare, pale flesh in the flickering orange and yellow light. He experienced a strong desire to go to the altar then and ravish Toshia even if it did mess up the rite. Instead, he forced himself to sit still in his wooden chair, and kept watching intently. Cassandra moved around to the opposite side of the altar, away from the bonfire, and produced a large pitcher that seemed to be made of clay. The witch proceeded to pour water over Toshia's naked body. From the sharp gasp and sudden tightening of her muscles, Don could tell Toshia had not expected this, but she lay still on the altar. When she'd emptied the pitcher over Toshia, Cassandra set the pitcher out of the way on the ground somewhere behind the altar, and then leaned over the naked, wet offering and kissed her on the lips. Cassandra came around the altar and joined the circle of chanting witches. Once she was there, the group slowly began to move around the fire. The chanting became a bit more rhythmic, and the witches started to move almost as if they were dancing. One by one, each of the participants broke away from the circle to approach the altar and kiss Toshia on the lips. When they had kissed her, each one dropped his or her robe to the ground in front of the altar before returning to the circle. Nicole, Shelonda and Amy each took their turn in this kissing and disrobing ritual, as if they had done this kind of thing many times. As this went on, with an increasing number of naked chanting, dancing celebrants, the rhythm and pace of the chant very slowly rose. The dancers were now holding hands or had their arms around each other's waists. Finally, only Cassandra still wore her robe, so she returned to the altar, kissed Toshia again and exposed her own naked body to the fire-lit night. This seemed to be a signal to the others, for the chanting shifted to a much more rhythmic cant, and Don swore there were now deep, distant drums keeping the beat. As soon as Cassandra returned to the circle, the dancing around the fire became more playful. Now sweaty bodies glistened in the orangey light. Don saw Amy moving along between two men, in each hand a stiff cock, while their hands groped her body. Shelonda passed by with a lovely young woman trying to get her mouth on Shelonda's beautiful heaving bosom. Nicole had allowed a man to catch her from behind and the two of them managed to move around the circle while he kissed the back of her neck and reached around to run his hands over her front. Cassandra danced past with the wanton sensuality of a belly dancer and a certain regal bearing, somehow both reveling in the energy of the rite and aloof from the playfulness rapidly spreading around the circle. The air seemed to be throbbing with the rhythm of the ritual chant, and the heat of the fire and rising eroticism flooded the night. Don looked over to the altar and saw that Toshia had begun to writhe on the stone. Her hands moved over her upper body and her legs rubbed against each other as she felt the aura of lust pulsing from the fire and the dancers. Don watched as she moved her left hand down between her legs, and he had little doubt what she was doing there. As for himself, Don's cock was lying thick on his thigh, growing harder as the rite progressed. Looking back to the fire, Don saw that the dancing had now stopped, though the chanting and the unseen drums continued on. The witches and company were giving in to their desires. Nearby, backlit by the fire, Nicole, had fallen to her hands and knees, and the man who had been following her so closely was now even closer -- fucking her from behind. Don was unsurprised to see that Amy was kneeling between her two men sucking one cock while stroking the other, and then switching. He couldn't see Shelonda, but figured she must be on the other side of the fire. He could see Cassandra, though, straddling a muscular young man, her head thrown back and her breasts thrust up in the night air as she rode him. When he turned his attention back to the altar, Don was surprised to see that a strange dark figure was standing there at Toshia's feet. Don almost sprang from his chair, but somehow managed to remember what he had been told, and resolved to sit still and wait. The figure, which Don presumed must be the guardian of the portal, was hard to discern at first, only a darker shadow in the night, but as Don concentrated it resolved into a tall, distinctly masculine form. Don was sure the shadowy "man" had long horns springing out of its forehead and sweeping back over its head. Toshia didn't seem to notice the creature's presence until it reached out to touch her ankle; the jet black hand seemed more like a talon at first, but then just a hand with long fingers. Toshia looked down to see the figure at her feet, but didn't seem frightened or even surprised. Don could see that she said something, but if there was any reply he could not tell -- he couldn't make out any features of the guardian's face, though he had the distinct impression that there were two fiery eyes of dark red in the shadows. Toshia parted her legs for the darkness and Don watched the claw-like hands moving over her relatively pale skin. As the shadow rose up and lowered itself over her, Toshia's hands left her own body and reached out for the dark shape. Her back arched as the shadows enveloped her. Don found it hard to focus on what was going on atop the altar. At one moment he saw Toshia with her head thrown back and a black creature with its mouth on her neck, and the next there was an almost billowing shadow enveloping her. Then there was a glimpse of her thighs and butt as they flexed while she was fucking the shadow enthusiastically. Her torso strained and tensed, and a mouth with sharp teeth was on her white breast. And then darkness swirled around her. Don was aware that all around the fire the orgy had become general, even though the chanting and the sound of drums went on. He knew that Nicole was now on her back while a new man was between her legs, thrusting with nearly crazed lust. He knew that Amy was being fucked from behind while she took a cock in her mouth. He knew that Cassandra was passionately kissing one of her female subordinates, while another suckled at her tits and reached down to play with her, all while still riding her initial partner. Don could feel his untouched cock, straining painfully in its excited, engorged state. However, he could not seem to look away from the altar. Though he couldn't hear anything but chanting, drums and the moaning of the witches, he was sure Toshia was crying out in a long, hard orgasm. He could tell the shadowy creature on top of her was not finished, though. "No," said a voice next to him, "he will not be finished anytime soon. His need is ... special." Don looked up to see a woman with long white hair swept away from her face and down her back. She was watching the altar with a smile on her thin, red lips. Her dark eyes sparkled in the firelight as she went on, saying, "His phallus is so very hard, like a thing of steel wrapped in a tight sheath of leather. Not as big as one might imagine, but so, so hard, almost painful to touch, until it fills you and you feel his need becoming your own." She was thin, but tautly muscular, and stood confidently and comfortably next to Don. She wore a black sleeveless shift, bound around her narrow waist with a silver cord. "What is his need?" Don finally managed to ask. Her features were sharp and aristocratic, but her smile was friendly as she looked down at him and said, "Sex, obviously, but not like you or them, or her. The guardian feeds off the carnal pleasure of others, particularly the woman with whom he is engaged -- but especially if she's new to him. The energy he draws from her orgasm makes it possible for me to come to you. He will couple with her as long as she can take it, drawing sustenance from her orgasms, and the lust of the others. He does not couple for release, though, but for the reverse. If he comes, which is quite rare, it will be a fiery jet of liquid ecstasy filling up her body -- every fiber." "A fiery jet?" She looked down at him again and smiled warmly, "Don't fear; I was being poetic." Don smiled back, "And your need?" She held out her hand, and Don took it and brought it to his lips, kissing her palm. She laughed and said, "Come with me, Don." A Covin of Witches Desire Toshia. Don stood and moved around his chair, following the white haired woman toward the large red tent. He stole one more glance over his shoulder and saw that Toshia had been pulled to the foot of the altar; her legs were wrapped around the column of deep shadow that stood over her there, her hands were on her breasts and her head lolled to the side with eyes tightly closed. Don imagined that the guardian of the portal was fucking her vigorously with his steely cock. He looked back to the woman leading him, who was looking back at him with an amused smile. Don said, "I didn't see a portal." "The portal is somewhat metaphorical. Cassandra called to me and the guardian, the guardian came, then Toshia came in the other sense, which made it possible for me to come to you." "So he's really not a guardian, but more of a conductor." She laughed as she drew aside the flap of the tent and pulled him inside. "Yes, that is perhaps a more apt description." The tent was lit by a number of candles, and was sumptuously appointed with large, soft carpets and many pillows. "And you are hardly what I would call a 'crone'," Don smiled, admiring the cool beauty of her face and the lithe sexuality of her form. "It's a title, not a description," she answered as she untied the silver cord cinching her gown about her narrow waist. "However, if you would prefer a different appearance..." She changed abruptly into an ancient, toothless hag, straight out of a stereotypical fairy-tale, or Macbeth. She laughed harshly and said, "Perhaps not, though. What about this? Something more befitting the images conjured up in your mind by the rite you witnessed so patiently." She was now a pale woman in a white nightgown. Thick dark hair fell in a tumult down around her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and glowing with a feral lust. Her full lips parted to show long, sharp canines, and were red with blood -- blood that covered her chin and had splattered all over her generous cleavage. Don immediately recalled his fevered teenage fantasies and felt his cock strain despite the obvious danger of the situation. "Or maybe you would prefer I took the appearance of someone more familiar," she said with Toshia's mouth. Don watched as Toshia shrugged out of the black shift the Crone was wearing, to reveal the slim body he had lately come to know so well. Don was both taken aback by these sudden transformations and now completely convinced that there was more to all of the evening's events that clever tricks. He swallowed and managed to say, "No, your original appearance was more than satisfactory." "Ah, thank you," she smiled, and stood before him as she was before, though now naked. Her breasts were not large, but firm for a woman of her apparent age, and the rest of her body was obviously fit and trim. She reached out to take his hand again and drew him to her. As Don's arms slipped around her unusually cool body, her hand took his straining cock in a strong grip. When their lips met and his tongue slipped into her mouth, Don found himself suddenly remembering his first kiss with remarkable clarity. Then he was reliving the moment he lost his virginity (in the basement of his teenage home), the time he had had sex with his girlfriend while another couple were doing it only feet away (in a cheap motel), the time he had slept with a certifiably unhinged woman who was also a completely uninhibited wildcat in bed, the first and second of the threesomes he had enjoyed, and every other memorable sexual moment from his life before the Manor. The memories flooded through his mind in vivid detail, as the Crone kissed him passionately, sucking on his tongue and stroking his cock in her tight grasp. He felt himself being pulled down to the sea of soft pillows as scenes from his time in the Manor played out in his mind. He remembered waking up next to Toshia in that strange bedroom, the wild, unexpected encounter with the Nymphets (including the first time he'd seen Toshia come), the sexual escapades involved in that dodge ball game (including seeing Toshia fucking the Player), the orgiastic ball, the night with the Lady, the first time he and Toshia had sex, watching and participating in Toshia's little gangbang in the second floor corridor, the wild night in the Disco, and the orgy in the steam room, and many other intense erotic memories swept through his mind. Don felt himself entering the Crone's surprisingly hot and wet vagina. The strong grip was no surprise. Still reliving his wilder sexual memories in exceptionally vivid detail, Don held on to the strong but slender woman beneath him and fucked. He fucked her both as if it was the only thing he could imagine doing and as if his life depended upon it. He felt as if his cock was penetrating deeper into the Crone than was physically possible. Her muscles squeezed and pulled at him with incredible dexterity and strength. The vision of Toshia being taken on top of the stone altar was in his mind when Don began to come. To say this was the most intense orgasm of Don's life would be a severe understatement. The cum boiled out of his balls and shot out of him into the Crone in a gushing torrent. He shoved into her and continued to pump jet after jet of cum. He felt her arms and legs wrap around him, pulling him tighter to him, even as her pussy squeezed and pulled at his cock. He thought for a moment that it felt that there were more than just two arms and two legs holding him to her. He opened his eyes and saw the Crone looking at him with a cool, happy smile on her lips. Don felt the orgasm slowly subsiding but then that preternaturally skilled pussy pulled him on, and he was squirting still more cum into her. When he could no longer pump any cum, it seemed that her pussy went on sucking it from him. The ecstasy of coming became a frightening overdose of pleasure and then a painful ordeal as what seemed like minutes passed and he was drained of cum. He groaned wordlessly, and surrendered to the blackness of unconsciousness. Don had no idea how long he was out before he felt the Crone caressing his face with her cool fingers and kissing his lips lightly. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling down at him. "You seek the Sage of the Tower," she said. "Go down into the valley and follow the river there to its source, and you will find the Tower." "Oh, but wha-?" he tried. "Shush," she smiled, "that is all you need to know. Thank you for your gift, Don." Don thought he should say "my pleasure" but he wasn't sure if that was true, and in any case he was already falling asleep. Chapter 3 Toshia Saved & Caught; rough sex in the forest Like Don had done a week earlier, while he was with the Crone, Toshia found herself reliving the erotic adventures she had had since waking up in the Manor. The sounds of the warrior women feasting and carousing nearby only taunted her with the thought that someone might remember her and bring her some food and water. Her deliberate mental game of remembering her time in Eros while she hung tied to the big, wooden X-cross served to distract her from not only her hunger and thirst but also from her frustration and dejection at being in this predicament. These depressing thoughts reminded her of the day ...Was it three days ago already? She must have been very close to drowning, her vision darkening and her temples pounding, when the strong slender arms had slipped around her from behind and she was hoisted up to the surface of the river. She had gulped air into her lungs desperately, and allowed herself to be drawn to shore. Too weak from struggling against the current, Toshia was limp and useless as she was hauled up onto the sandy bank. She lay there gasping, until she felt soft feminine hands brushing the wet hair out of her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful young woman with big eyes of blue-green and long straight hair of emerald green looking down at her with concern. "Thank you for saving me," Toshia finally managed. The green-haired girl smiled at her with full inviting lips. She touched Toshia's lips with light fingertips. She licked her own as she traced the outline of Toshia's lips. She looked over Toshia's naked, wet body, and Toshia raised her head enough to see that the girl was also naked and, obviously, wet. She seemed to be very thin, but strong, and quite pale. The girl looked back at Toshia's face and smiled again, and Toshia thought this smile was a bit friendlier now. Well, this is Eros, after all, Toshia thought to herself. It's probably customary to sleep with anyone who saves your life. As if she could read Toshia's mind, the girl leaned in closer, brushing Toshia's skin with her wet hair, and kissed her mouth tentatively. The girl's lips and tongue were cool and moist, and Toshia found herself returning the gentle kiss happily. After only minutes earlier thinking that she was about to drown, this interlude was a most welcome turn of events. Toshia slipped her arms around her rescuer and held her body against her own. For some time, they lay there on the wet ground, kissing each other languorously. Then, with a smile, the green-haired girl pulled away a little and then moved a bit lower, so she could kiss her way down the curve of Toshia's breast. Toshia shuddered as the girl took her nipple and sucked on it. Toshia parted her legs in anticipation as she felt the girl's hand moving up along the inside of her thigh. Suddenly, though, the girl raised her head and looking into the nearby tree line with obvious alarm. In another second, Toshia heard the sound of someone coming toward them through the undergrowth. "It's OK, that's just my friends looking for me," Toshia smiled at the girl, who immediately shook her head and pulled away from Toshia's embrace. Toshia took the moment to look around a bit more carefully and realized that she was quite a bit downriver from where she had fallen in and, moreover, on the wrong side. It couldn't possibly be Don and the others making all that noise in the woods. Toshia looked warily at the woods, and then back to the girl who had saved her life. She was alarmed to see the green-haired waif diving back into the water. "Wait!" Toshia called as she scrambled to her feet. "Oh, damn!" said a masculine voice behind her. "She got away!" "Of course she did," said another. "The way you two go crashing about, it's impossible to sneak up on anything!" "At least we've got a consolation prize this time," said a third. Being called a consolation prize almost wiped the shocked expression off Toshia's face. Out of the forest had emerged three figures, about five and a half feet tall, with long, dark, curly hair and beards, and bare, muscular torsos and arms. They also had short, curled horns growing out of their foreheads and the hindquarters of goats. Naturally, they also had very prominent and generous male genitalia. Of course, after meeting Ralph the centaur she should not have been so surprised to be confronted by bona fide satyrs. In fact, Ralph hadn't even been the strangest thing she'd encountered since leaving the Manor; there was the demonic guardian of the portal to name just one thing.One thing that had fucked my brains out! she thought to herself. Still, in spite of herself, Toshia was shocked by the sight of these half-man, half-goats. "She does look like she'll give us some sport," said one of the satyrs with an obvious leer. "How about it, toots," grinned the third one who'd spoken, "you up for some fun and games?" "Um, actually, I was just going to find my friends," Toshia said taking a step toward the forest away from the three satyrs. "We can be your friends," suggested the satyr who had spoken first. He took a step closer to her on his hoofed feet and gave his already hard and thick cock a squeeze. "We're very friendly." "Oh, well, I'm sure, but I should really be going." "What's the hurry?" said satyr number two, without taking his eyes off her naked body. "Come on, honey," said number three, "we'll show you a real good time." Toshia was simultaneously revolted by the smarmy attitudes, alarmed that it seemed clear they had no intention of taking "no" for an answer, and annoyed with herself for being a bit aroused by the thought of having a "real good time" with three goat-men. Goddamn that fucking XYZ! "Tell you what," said number two, doing his apparent best to sound good-natured, "we'll give you a head start, and if we catch you we'll have some fun." Thinking it was a good idea to take advantage of a chance to put some distance between herself and them, Toshia nodded and said, "Fine." Without waiting for them to say anything else, she sprang for the trees and made for the nearest hillside up away from the river. Tree branches lashed at her bare skin, and she wished she had fallen into the river with her sandals on, but she didn't slow down. She clambered up a hill, vaulted over a large rock and then half-ran, half-fell down the other side, only to start up the next one. Ducking under a thick branch, she turned to the left and started running along the ridge of a line of hills that seemed to parallel the course of the river. She was trying to close some of the distance between the satyrs and where she had fallen into the river. She was vaguely aware that there were now sounds of pursuit echoing in the forest. Toshia slowed just a little to catch her breath, but that only allowed her to realize that the satyrs were getting alarmingly close. She even caught sight of one moving through the trees off to her left, cutting her off from the river. Plunging ahead again with renewed determination, Toshia clambered up the side of the next hill almost on all fours. At the top of the steep slope, she saw a sunlit clearing in the distance. With the vague hope that she might be able to get someone's attention on the other side of the river, Toshia set her sights on reaching that clearing. She might have made it too, if she hadn't tripped on an ill-placed root. Toshia went sprawling in the thick forest carpet of leaves right in front of an enormous tree trunk that had fallen years ago and was now covered with a deep layer of green moss. She heard someone coming up the hill close behind her, and frantically scrambled to her feet. Toshia hurried to get hold of the mossy tree trunk and raised her foot to get purchase on it so she could vault over, but then felt a strong, hairy arm slipping around her waist to pull her back down. "Gotcha!" the satyr laughed, as he pulled her behind against his front, at the same time pushing her chest and face forward against the soft moss in front of her. Toshia struggled, trying to twist out of his grasp, but he was too strong and she was too winded. She felt the head of his cock between her legs and rubbing up against her outer lips. He pushed her against the moss with one hand, holding her in place, while using the other to get his sex organ in the right position. Toshia gritted her teeth as he pushed himself into her. It wasn't an enormous cock, but it was hard and thick, and she had to admit at that moment, with the XYZ and the adrenaline of the chase coursing through her veins, it felt good to be filled. Toshia clutched the mossy trunk, and closed her eyes, as the satyr held on to her hips roughly and began to fuck in and out of her from behind, shoving violently. In addition to the sensation of the penis sliding in and out of her all too eager pussy, Toshia was keenly aware of the thick mat of fur brushing against her legs and butt as he took her and the fact that her tits were being pressed into the yielding moss with the solid resistance of the tree behind it. She knew that she was, basically, being raped by a half-man, half-goat creature, but she also knew she was enjoying it. The question of whether she should actually consider this rape would occupy her mind quite a bit in the days afterward, and particularly while she was strapped to the X-cross. On the one hand, she had actually said "Fine" to the satyr's proposal that "if we catch you we'll have some fun", but, on the other, at the time of that agreement she had been convinced they were going to have their way with her in any case. However, she knew that rape in the normal world she called home was not really a crime of sex but of violence. Someone who raped another wasn't really trying to have sex with them, but to hurt them. Somehow, Toshia did not get the sense that these satyrs wanted to hurt her in the least; they seemed to just want to fuck, and given the nature of this world, it might be reasonable for them to presume that she would enjoy a good tumble in the woods. Still, the girl who had pulled her from the river had obviously wanted to avoid getting caught by the randy goat-men. Later she would ponder these issues, but for that moment against the moss-covered tree trunk she just let herself enjoy the rough fucking. It wasn't too long before the goat-man began to shove into her with even more force, and then his cock swelled and shot his hot satyr cum into her. It felt like there was quite a bit, and it took him some time before he pulled out of her and slapped her butt happily. Toshia slumped against the fallen tree trunk, both relieved and frustrated. She started to push away from the tree, to make an attempt at gaining that clearing ahead somewhere, but another pair of rough hands took hold of her and pushed her back against the moss. "Not so fast, toots," said satyr number three. Without any other preamble, he shoved his cock into her pussy, squishing his partner's cum out to run down the insides of her thighs. Toshia surprised herself by letting out a happy moan as she was filled again. While the satyr proceeded to fuck her with great enthusiasm, Toshia let go of the moss with her left hand and managed to get it down between the trunk and her body, so she could get her fingers on her clit. She began to stroke herself frantically as the cock pistoned in and out of her almost savagely. In only moments, Toshia found herself gasping and moaning as her orgasm tore through her violated body. She shook and whimpered while the satyr had his way with her until he filled her up with his own flood of cum. He pulled out of her, and she felt more cum running down her legs. Laughing, he said, "Told you we'd have fun." Toshia wasn't surprised to hear satyr number one say, "My turn!" This time, though, she managed to roll around and get her back against the mossy tree trunk. She actually found herself smiling at the hairy goat-man as he stepped up in front of her. Toshia put her hands on his broad shoulders and let him lift her up a bit. Soon, she had her thighs supported on his furry haunches as he pushed his eager cock up inside her. She looked at his grinning, bearded face with its little horns, and even laughed a little as he lowered his mouth to her tits to suck and bite on her nipples. She rocked against him as he fucked in and out of her, letting his hairy torso rub against her clit. Leaning back against the curve of the trunk behind her, Toshia let herself enjoy getting fucked there in the woods by an actual satyr. She smiled when she felt his cock swell inside her to spew a third torrent of cum into her pussy, only to spill in a slow river out of her as soon as he withdrew. She noticed that the other two satyrs were still standing there, watching, with still very hard cocks standing in front of them. Perhaps they would have let her go in that moment, but Toshia had her mind on other things. She laughed and said, "Well, hello boys; are you just going to stand there? I thought you promised me a good time." This prompted laughter from all three of them, and they hastened forward. In the next moment, Toshia was surrounded by all three of the satyrs as they pawed her with their eager hands and kissed and nibbled at her wherever they could reach. Fingers pinched her nipples and pushed up inside her soggy cunt. One enterprising individual got his finger nice and slippery and pushed it up inside her ass. This reminded Toshia of that wonderful time she'd had in the steam room with Don and Peter, only a few days earlier, and gave her an idea. "OK, well, before we go any further, don't you think you should introduce yourselves?" Toshia laughed. Any further? They've each fucked me and they've got their fingers in my pussy and ass! "Oh, I'm Scratch," said satyr number two. "I'm Roscoe," said number one. "And, I'm Bob," said three. "I'm Toshia," she said. "Now that we've got that out of the way. Why don't you lie down on your back here, Bob?" Bob was only too happy to comply, and Toshia promptly straddled him, and took his stiff cock in her hand, pushing the head of it into her pussy, which was quite ready for more action. She sank down on Bob's shaft, leaning forward by placing both hands on his broad hairy chest. Toshia slid up and down on him a couple of times, just because it felt good. Then, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Scratch, can you get back there and fuck me in the ass?" "I sure can!" Scratch said with a grin. There was some scrambling around, and an interesting moment when Scratch pushed his finger up inside her wet pussy with Bob's cock (Oh my! That's interesting! I'll have to try to remember that.). After her own juices and a liberal amount of satyr cum was worked into her butt and smeared over his organ, Scratch slowly pushed himself into her butt. "Oh fuck that feels good!" she exclaimed. "Yes, push it in me!" An unexpected orgasm hit her then, and she held still there as her pussy and ass clenched on the two cocks inside her. Moaning and trembling, Toshia rode it out with a smile on her face. When she had started to come down, she looked down at Bob and over her shoulder at Scratch and said, "Well, what are you waiting for boys, fuck me!" The two satyrs began to do as they were told, working their thick, hard cocks in and out of her. Whether they had practiced this trick before or it was an innate satyr skill, they quickly got into a perfect rhythm, pumping and grinding against her body as if the three of them were one ideal sex machine. Toshia made sure she was giving as good as she was getting, working her pelvis in time with the way the satyrs were pushing and pulling inside her. When she felt comfortable and knew she could keep up, she looked around and beckoned Roscoe over. The third satyr moved over on his cloven hooves to stand in front of Toshia. She reached up with her left hand and took his cock in her hand and pulled it to her mouth, tasting his cum and her own juices on him. Once she had the fat head in her mouth, she stroked the shaft in her fist. Bob reached up to cup her breasts in his hands and to help hold her up. Letting Bob and Scratch do most of the fucking work, Toshia relaxed to enjoy those sensations and concentrated her active attention on Roscoe's cock. She pulled him closer so that she could get her mouth working up and down on him, pushing the head deeper in her mouth so she could feel his thick shaft moving over her lips and her tongue. I wish Don could see me! she thought as she relaxed her throat and sank deeper on to Roscoe's cock. She let go of the base of his shaft and held onto his hips with both hands, both for support and to shove him back if it became necessary, but she was now letting him fuck her mouth and throat. Roscoe was surprisingly careful, holding her head gently in his hands and moving slowly and steadily. Meanwhile, Bob lay under her flexing his hairy abdomen to push himself up inside her pussy, and Scratch held on to her hips and fucked in and out of her ass vigorously. Toshia was intent on making the satyrs come before she came again, but her body had other ideas, and soon she was moaning and trembling while an intense orgasm shook her from head to toe. The frantic clenching of her pussy and ass pulled Bob and Scratch past the point of no return, and they filled her up with more of their cum. Roscoe, who had come most recently anyway, held out a bit longer, but the other two were still inside her when Toshia felt him swelling in her mouth and throat and then pumping gout after gout of sweet, hot cum into her stomach, and then filling her mouth. Pulling away from her, he splashed on final stream of pearly jizz across the bridge of her nose and down her cheek. Still hard, Bob and Scratch continued to fuck her squishy pussy and ass until she came again and again. Only when she had collapsed between them, did they extract themselves and carry her off to their camp in the forest, where they bathed and fed her. That night, the next day, and the night after were spent in a marathon of satyr fucking that left Toshia exhausted. Toshia now, bound to the X-cross, strained again at her restraints, wishing she could get at her pussy and clit now. She needed to make herself come. She remembered how she had awoken the third day, well into afternoon. The satyrs were gone, and she was surrounded by the gathering party from the warrior woman camp. Angry at being abandoned, worn out from the incessant demands of three hard pricks, frustrated at being lost, Toshia had been a bit happy to learn that she was going to be taken to a bunch of women, but that hadn't lasted long. She remembered how they had tied her up underneath a pole carried on the shoulders of two brawny men. The next two days were spent hanging there as she was carried further down river, to the castle where she now stood on frustrating display. To be continued. By BradentonLarry for Literotica

In this inspiring episode, we're joined by author and publisher Kirsten Marion to explore reinvention, aging with grace, and the mindset needed to unlock your creativity—especially later in life. From writing her first book at eight to navigating a career in finance, Kirsten now thrives as the author of The Chic Crone, a novel that reclaims the “crone” archetype and celebrates transformation at every age. We dive into what it means to adopt an author mindset, the sneaky power of self-doubt, and how women can move beyond guilt to fully embrace their creative identity. Whether you're starting over at 60 or just picking up your pen for the first time, this conversation is your permission slip to leap. About the Guest:Kirsten Marion is a Canadian author and the publisher behind Common Deer Press. After a successful career in finance, she returned to her first love—storytelling. She's the author of three middle grade novels and the newly released adult novel The Chic Crone, a story that delves into loss, reinvention, and self-discovery. Kirsten now writes full-time and is a passionate advocate for creative courage and personal power at every life stage. Key Takeaways: Reinvention is possible at any age—start small and stay consistent. Self-doubt is normal; name it, question it, and move forward anyway. Women often struggle with guilt when prioritizing themselves—modeling bravery helps future generations. You don't need to know the whole path—just take the next right step. The journey of becoming never ends—it's never too late to start again. Connect with Kirsten Marion: Website: www.kirstenmarion.com Newsletter & updates: Recipes, behind-the-scenes, and book news Email: kmarion@kirstenmarion.com Book: The Chic Crone – Available now on major platformsWant to be a guest on Healthy Mind, Healthy Life? DM on PodMatch DM Me Here: https://www.podmatch.com/hostdetailpreview/avik Subscribe To Newsletter: https://healthymindbyavik.substack.com/ Join Community: https://nas.io/healthymind Stay Tuned And Follow Us! YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@healthymind-healthylife Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/podhealth.club/ Threads - https://www.threads.net/@podhealth.club Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/podcast.healthymind LinkedIn - Reema | Avik #podmatch #healthymind #healthymindbyavik #reinvention #selfdoubt #authormindset #thechiccrone #personalgrowth #wellness

You keep pushing, showing up, and holding it together, but inside, you're exhausted, numb, and running on fumes. In this conversation therapist Kalisha Crone unpacks the silent damage of suppressing your emotions just to survive. If you've been snapping at people you love, zoning out at work, or feeling disconnected from yourself, this episode is your call-in. Kalisha offers clarity, compassion, and practical ways to come back to center without quitting your job or pretending you're okay. It's time to stop normalizing numbness. You deserve more than survival. Learn more about The NEXT Best Thing Community:  https://startyourrewrite.com/the-next-best-thing-interestSubscribe to the NEXT Nuggets Newsletter: https://thenextbestthingact.com/Follow The NEXT Best Thing on IG @nextbestthingpod Grounding Exercises:Address Anxiety: Setting Intentions and Deep Breathing Exercise https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPicJ9WRIgs&t=3s Quick Meditation and Grounding Exercise with Therapist Kalisha Crone https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaQQ7LfSZKs Keep In Touch with KalishaIG: https://www.instagram.com/gracefulchangecounseling/Graceful Change Counseling: https://shorturl.at/gSSgk Soulful Serenity Journal: https://www.amazon.com/Soulful-Serenity-Prompts-Inner-Self-Discovery/dp/B0D6SV1SZG

Seriah is joined by Mike Clelland and Marty Garza to discuss the experiences of Chris Bledsoe. Topics include Lou Elizondo and the disclosure movement, the basic outline of Bledsoe's experiences, a bizarre orb-like object, missing time, a lost youth with a terrifying encounter with non-human entities, MUFON, a hypnotic regression of a father-son abduction, “UFOs Over Earth” documentary, rejection by a church, an encounter with hooded entities who give Bledsoe a mysterious object, a transparent bull, a floating Virgin Mary-like/ goddess-like being known as “the Lady”, Diana Pasulka, Mike's family difficulties, Chase Kloetzke, an apocalyptic perception of the world ending, the “Bledsoe Said So” podcast, a circular burn mark on the yard, a bizarre spontaneous and unquenchable fire within a tree during a heavy rain, religious pilgrims coming to Bledsoe's house, orbs as angels, Mike's witnessing orbs and other paranormal phenomena at Bledsoe's place, James Carrion from MUFON, highly unethical documentary tactics, the problems with polygraphs, multiple researchers witnessing paranormal events at Bledsoe's property, miraculous healings, Tim Taylor AKA “Tyler” from “American Cosmic”, Robert Bigalow, interest in Bledsoe from the U.S. government, a prediction of an assassination attempt on the Pope that came true, the 1989 “Gulf Breeze Six” incident, the book “Wayward Sons” about the infiltration of UFO research groups by intelligence agencies, small entities that “look as if they are dipped in glass” and wear triangle insignia, a 13th century monk's description of spirit beings wearing different types of triangles, the problems of hypnotic regression, an unexplained cure of Crone's Disease, a strange mass panic incident, an unfortunate health situation with Marty, “Brothers of the Serpent” podcast, “Modes of Thought in Anterran Literature” podcast, Johnathan's book “Weird Scenes in the Gold Mine”, illness and liminality, two different experiences of Mike seeing a UFO of some sort at get-togethers at Bledsoe's place with multiple people, the “Beyond Skinwalker” TV show episode on Bledsoe, his apparent ability to predict the appearance of UFOs/orbs, predictions of a cosmic event, Edgar Cayce, an astronomical alignment, a possible war between the U.S. and Iran, Dorthy Martin 1950's contactee and the Guardians and the Seekers, the book “When Prophecy Fails”, a painting of “the Lady”, paranormal encounters and marginal characters, L. Ron Hubbard and bizarre encounters with a female spiritual entity “the Empress”, and much more! This is a fantastic deep dive!

Ben je in de overgang en wil jij in deze fase op gewicht blijven, niet geplaagd worden door opvliegers, maar juist weten hoe je dichter bij je kern komt? Het laagdrempelige programma Soepel door de overgang is jou go to: https://www.detoxyourlife.eu/overgang Eerst kennismaken met mij en waardevolle tips ontvangen?

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Vorige week was ik op een yogaretreat van https://www.yogarve.com/nl/ in de Algarve Portugal in het boetiekhotel Casa Fidal. Ik volgde yogalessen, estatic dance lessen bij https://arantxajoseph.com/ en mindful wandelingen met https://mind-walk.nl/ De week werd afgesloten met een prachtige closing ceremonie en een embodiment shoot door https://bodilanais.com/In het yogaretreat deed ik prachtige inzichten op voor mijzelf en voor de trandsformatiefase nu ik in de overgang ben. Ben je in de overgang en wil jij in deze fase op gewicht blijven, niet geplaagd worden door opvliegers, maar juist weten hoe je dichter bij je kern komt? Het laagdrempelige programma Soepel door de overgang is jou go to: https://www.detoxyourlife.eu/overgang Eerst kennismaken met mij en waardevolle tips ontvangen?

In this episode, the first of two parts, Lisa speaks with candor and humour about her struggles with mental health and her journey to mental wellness. For those who have struggled with depression and anxiety, or those who just wish to understand mental illness more deeply, Lisa offers insight and inspiration. Read our blog: CroneCast.caShare your questions and comments at cronecast.ca/contact.  We want to hear from you about all things crone.(04:20) - Women's Heavy Emotional Load (08:57) - Starting at the Beginning (12:58) - Dissolving (16:49) - Our Weaknesses Can Be Strengths (23:10) - How Are You Really? (30:43) - You are a Presence Hosted by Trudy Callaghan and Lisa Austin Produced by Odvod MediaAudio Engineering by Steve GlenOriginal music by Darrin Hagen

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Seriah is joined by Mike Clelland and Marty Garza to discuss the experiences of Chris Bledsoe. Topics include Lou Elizondo and the disclosure movement, the basic outline of Bledsoe's experiences, a bizarre orb-like object, missing time, a lost youth with a terrifying encounter with non-human entities, MUFON, a hypnotic regression of a father-son abduction, “UFOs Over Earth” documentary, rejection by a church, an encounter with hooded entities who give Bledsoe a mysterious object, a transparent bull, a floating Virgin Mary-like/ goddess-like being known as “the Lady”, Diana Pasulka, Mike's family difficulties, Chase Kloetzke, an apocalyptic perception of the world ending, the “Bledsoe Said So” podcast, a circular burn mark on the yard, a bizarre spontaneous and unquenchable fire within a tree during a heavy rain, religious pilgrims coming to Bledsoe's house, orbs as angels, Mike's witnessing orbs and other paranormal phenomena at Bledsoe's place, James Carrion from MUFON, highly unethical documentary tactics, the problems with polygraphs, multiple researchers witnessing paranormal events at Bledsoe's property, miraculous healings, Tim Taylor AKA “Tyler” from “American Cosmic”, Robert Bigalow, interest in Bledsoe from the U.S. government, a prediction of an assassination attempt on the Pope that came true, the 1989 “Gulf Breeze Six” incident, the book “Wayward Sons” about the infiltration of UFO research groups by intelligence agencies, small entities that “look as if they are dipped in glass” and wear triangle insignia, a 13th century monk's description of spirit beings wearing different types of triangles, the problems of hypnotic regression, an unexplained cure of Crone's Disease, a strange mass panic incident, an unfortunate health situation with Marty, “Brothers of the Serpent” podcast, “Modes of Thought in Anterran Literature” podcast, Johnathan's book “Weird Scenes in the Gold Mine”, illness and liminality, two different experiences of Mike seeing a UFO of some sort at get-togethers at Bledsoe's place with multiple people, the “Beyond Skinwalker” TV show episode on Bledsoe, his apparent ability to predict the appearance of UFOs/orbs, predictions of a cosmic event, Edgar Cayce, an astronomical alignment, a possible war between the U.S. and Iran, Dorthy Martin 1950's contactee and the Guardians and the Seekers, the book “When Prophecy Fails”, a painting of “the Lady”, paranormal encounters and marginal characters, L. Ron Hubbard and bizarre encounters with a female spiritual entity “the Empress”, and much more! This is a fantastic deep dive!Recap by Vincent Treewell of The Weird Part PodcastOutro Music by 50 Dollar Dynasty with "Where the Stories Lie" Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Language is many things: fluid, living, open to interpretation. Trudy and Lisa explore new coinages, the importance of challenging patronizing language, and disagree about mansplaining. Our hosts attempt to untangle language's contradictions and histories, and debate the value of gendered language. Read our blog: CroneCast.caShare your questions and comments at cronecast.ca/contact.  We want to hear from you about all things crone.(05:07) - Ladies and Gentlemen (09:08) - Explaining Mansplaining (11:27) - The Fallacy (19:55) - “Are you mansplaining to me right now?” (24:50) - Language Matters (28:31) - Language is Alive (32:17) - Calling Things What They Are --Credits-- Hosted by Trudy Callaghan and Lisa Austin Produced by Odvod MediaAudio Engineering by Steve GlenOriginal music by Darrin Hagen

The Sage and Crone talk about their experiences now that we are actually in the season of Spring ushered in by the Vernal or... The post A Year of Ritual Practices Cont appeared first on WebTalkRadio.net.

It can feel uncomfortable to talk about, but maybe that's why it's so fun. Lisa and Trudy get down and dirty about the realities of sex, bodies and aging. Together, our hosts explore how desire shifts over our lifetimes, confronting ageism and sexism, and women's agency. Read our blog: CroneCast.caShare your questions and comments at cronecast.ca/contact.  We want to hear from you about all things crone.--From This Episode-- Hags: The Demonisation of Middle-Aged Women by Victoria Smith(01:47) - Can We Talk About This? (06:21) - Sexual Beings to the End (12:40) - Evolving Beauty Over Our Lifetimes (18:25) - Sexuality is a Mind Game (20:11) - Humour From a Place of Love (25:21) - Size and Invisibility (27:51) - We're Told to Feel Bad About Our Bodies --Credits-- Hosted by Trudy Callaghan and Lisa Austin Produced by Odvod MediaAudio Engineering by Steve GlenOriginal music by Darrin Hagen

Victoria Male is an internationally recognized screenwriter, earning accolades from The Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences, film festivals, and major industry lists. Her prose has been published worldwide in fifteen literary magazines and she's written op-eds for major publications. She worked in creative development for The Montecito Picture Company and media startup Graphic India, in addition to producing a podcast for three years. In this chat, we talk about her screenplay for the film Cader Idris, which won Best Screenplay at the Wales International Film Festival 2024, some of the folklore associated with the mountain, and the perils of adapting folklore into fiction!  Find Victoria online here: https://www.victoriamale.com/ Read her story, The Crone of Cader Idris, here: https://thechambermagazine.wordpress.com/2023/04/07/the-crone-of-cader-idris-supernatural-thriller-by-victoria-male/ Get your free guide to home protection the folklore way here: https://www.icysedgwick.com/fab-folklore/ Become a member of the Fabulous Folklore Family for bonus episodes and articles at https://patreon.com/bePatron?u=2380595 Buy Icy a coffee or sign up for bonus episodes at: https://ko-fi.com/icysedgwick Fabulous Folklore Bookshop: https://uk.bookshop.org/shop/fabulous_folklore Pre-recorded illustrated talks: https://ko-fi.com/icysedgwick/shop Request an episode: https://forms.gle/gqG7xQNLfbMg1mDv7 Get extra snippets of folklore on Instagram at https://instagram.com/icysedgwick Find Icy on BlueSky: https://bsky.app/profile/icysedgwick.bsky.social 'Like' Fabulous Folklore on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/fabulousfolklore/

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Today I am talking to the fabulous Heidi Trudinger about midlife relationships. Our bodies go through huge changes at midlife and women in particular feel the change more acutely due to the hormonal dropoff of perimenopause. Men go through their own hormonal change with Andropause however the hormonal shifts are small each year and the decline is steadier.All of this impacts how we feel about our bodies and our imprint on ageing that we learned through both our family system and culturally, has a huge impact on our ability to embrace our changing bodies at midlife. Most of the fear that we experience around ageing is not about getting old it is actually about dying and Heidi and talked quite a bit about this.How do we sustain sexual intimacy at midlife with all these changes? Well it is not too hard but for most of us it is about learning about what sex actually is; something few of us learned when we were younger. It is about learning what true intimacy is and how to hold space for that with each other.We also discussed:- Self love as an antidote to ageing and how to find that,- Embracing the Maga (archetype) at midlife really understanding what our individual expression of that that is and how it is different to the Crone,- How we can reconnect with the playful parts of ourselves, parts we have often buried deep in our unconscious, to reinvigorate our relationship,- How our body brings up old trauma for resolution at this transition and what a gift that can be,- How deep rest is incredibly sustaining for our bodies and is part of our erotic practice,- How our midlife transition is a portal for us to claim our authentic sexual selves and how we might start the path to explore this aspect of our selves.You can find Heidi at heiditrue.com.au. She is also on instagram @true.intimacy and Facebook

No Agenda Episode 1745 - "Old Crone" "Old Crone" Executive Producers: Anonymous Brian Maas Andrew Glen Sir Greg Dame Kak, Roamer of the Hawes Hills Brandon Mango Sir DrSharkey NERO CONSULTING INC. Nathan Rottier Ronald Pokrandt Commodore Brennan Associate Executive Producers: Christy Zeitz Rachel Epperson Eric Reinhard Sir Todd of the Jingling Winds Linda Lu Duchess of jobs and writer of resumes Commodores: Commodore Anonymous Commodore Brian Maas Commodore Sir Greg Commodore Andrew Glen Become a member of the 1746 Club, support the show here Boost us with with Podcasting 2.0 Certified apps: Podverse - Podfriend - Breez - Sphinx - Podstation - Curiocaster - Fountain Knights & Dames Kathryn Knight > Dame Kak, Roamer of the Hawes Hills Todd from Northern Virginia > Sir Todd of the Jingling Winds Art By: Nessworks End of Show Mixes: Sir MichaelAnthony - Sound Guy Steve - Secret Agent Paul Engineering, Stream Management & Wizardry Mark van Dijk - Systems Master Ryan Bemrose - Program Director Back Office Jae Dvorak Chapters: Dreb Scott Clip Custodian: Neal Jones Clip Collectors: Steve Jones & Dave Ackerman NEW: and soon on Netflix: Animated No Agenda Sign Up for the newsletter No Agenda Peerage ShowNotes Archive of links and Assets (clips etc) 1745.noagendanotes.com Directory Archive of Shownotes (includes all audio and video assets used) archive.noagendanotes.com RSS Podcast Feed Full Summaries in PDF No Agenda Lite in opus format Last Modified 03/09/2025 17:12:04This page created with the FreedomController

What if you don't have to “deserve” a beautiful life? But as long as you're trying to be very, very good… you can't actually have one?In this episode, grace unravels the false promises of the “good girl” and invites you to release the belief that being good is how you get what you want.Press play and let's escape good girl jail together. “My life didn't truly begin until I put the good girl on the altar and let her get torn to shreds and eaten by wolves.” — grace allerdice we discuss —the many forms of “good girl jail”how to release the dreams that keep us trappedthe three fears behind the good girl personaprojection + when victimhood becomes the wholes toryhow being a good girl blocks manifestationthe problem with virtue performance + personashow people pretend to solve the good girl issuethe medicine of the Crone + the Whore-Mother LINKSIf you enjoyed the episode, check out —Transform your Guiltfrom Judgement to Mystery

Nicole and I chat about manifestation ( how she manifested multiple trips and her husband) we chat NLP, business and personal growth Come say Hi on IG (ME) https://www.instagram.com/breathworkwithkyla/(Nicole) https://www.instagram.com/myalignedpurpose/Use code PODCAST to save 15% on Breathe With Kylahttps://www.kylagagnon.com/te-breath-membership-1

Born in Singapore, Rae Lee enjoys the city-state's melting pot of food hubs and cultural diversity. She is passionate about uplifting communities in need and driving collaboration for meaningful social impact. Rae brings with her over two decades of experience in the social service and philanthropy sectors.In her current role as Executive Director at International Justice Mission, Singapore and Southeast Asia, she leads a team to influence and fuel investments towards increasing protection for people living in poverty and subjected to violence in Asia.Join us as Rae shares her life-journey of altruism; the impetus behind her work; the horrifying magnitude of the human trafficking and slavery ‘economy' worldwide and in SEA; the incredible work of the International Justice Mission; the upstream and downstream interventions to free trafficked children; the impact of climate change on human trafficking; her beautiful belief of ‘grace extended' and the importance of family, friends, scripture and story to keep her stable and positive to achieve her goals of liberating the vulnerable.And if your spirit is stirred by these amazing conversations, don't forget to like, subscribe and leave a review - so more people can find their way to The Modern Crone. Thank you for tuning in! You can contact Rae at:WebsiteInstagram  LinktreeLinkedinThe Modern Crone team -Theme music and season intro tracks:Sam Joole: www.samjoole.comCover design and photographyLuana Suciuhttps://www.instagram.com/luanasuciu/Luanasuciu@gmail.com Voice editing:Christopher Hales - Mask Music Studiosmaskmusicstudios@outlook.com

Magenta Presents.... M&B Paranormal Investigations! In this 8-part series, first heard on the sister podcast Madame Magenta: Sonos Mystica, Magenta and Bernard traverse Britain as paranormal consultants, helping pesky clients and their pesky phantoms part ways on good terms. That is, until sinister forces gathering in their home, Misty Moor Rectory, threaten to rip open the very fabric of our universe, and cause a terrible hoo-ha. This is Part 5: The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone (and Bernard) (and Mr Baby) Read the Transcripts Support Mags and Bernie on Ko-fi! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this edition of Deity Deep Dives, Anjel talks about the Crone of Winter, Goddess of Storms the Cailleach, where the original groundhog myth comes from and about embracing their own cronehood. Original music by Ruby. To listen to more episodes like this and support our work, check us out on Patreon.Show notes and transcripts found here.

Themes: Behaviors, Balance, Creating Space  Episode: Do you ever resonate with any of these four behaviors: Pleasing, Controlling, Isolating, or Distracting? In today's episode, we unpack these behaviors and discuss how to heal and transcend these old outdated patterns with HeatherAsh Amara, best-selling author, speaker, guide, philanthropist, and land steward. HeatherAsh shares her insights and wisdom on how we can create more space in our lives, an important ingredient for leaders and any human being. Listen to this episode to learn how to live fully in today's world.   Show Notes: - HeatherAsh's sense of disconnection in college led her down a path of spirituality - Judge & Victim and how not to use the 4 Agreements against ourselves - Signs to identify if you're armoring and how to be willing to feel discomfort - The four behaviors: Pleasing, Controlling, Isolating, Distracting - Normalizing that changing behavior takes time - Creating more space in your life using Gap Practice and Tell Practice - Maid, Mother, and Crone archetypes   Resources: - HeatherAsh's Instagram: @heatherashamara and Substack: Out of the Fire - Buy HeatherAsh's new book Wild, Willing, and Wise - Visit HeatherAsh's website: heatherashamara.com - Lindsay's Instagram: @myvitalside or TikTok: @myvitalside - Visit Lindsay's Website - Click here for Lindsay's FREE Brain Retraining Guide 

On this very special episode, we are honored to be joined by I Will Never Leave You Alone writer/director DW Medoff. DW was kind enough to take time out of one of his rare days off to discuss the making of this film, as well as his upcoming project.After listening to this episode, we encourage you to check out I Will Never Leave You Alone and Pollen.2:56 - DW talks about wrapping his latest film10:17 - DW's origin story12:18 - Favorite films of 202417:11 - Hereditary hot take20:16 - Quickfire interview questions31:44 - DW's thoughts on horror-comedies40:47 - Big budget vs. small budget films44:14 - DW's experience at Telluride Film Festival49:56 - Plot synopsis (spoiler-free)51:12 - Bill's three predictions for this film52:54 - Content warnings56:40 - DW on the future of horror cinema1:01:10 - Grief and trauma in his films1:09:39 - Dark Fact of the Day straight from the set of I Will Never Leave You Alone1:13:24 - I Will Never Leave You Alone (spoilerific discussion)2:01:37 - DW on writing women2:12:38 - 'Maiden, Mother, Crone' - intentional archetypes or coincidence?2:18:45 - DW's sign-off2:20:23 - Rating I Will Never Leave You Alone2:24:10 - Stacie introduces our next seriesContent warning: We love horror and want everyone to enjoy it accessibly and safely. In general, assume we may talk about violence, gore, death, and scary situations. We provide a customized content warning about the movie for each episode during the episode, before launching into the plot. If you have particular triggers, please check the movie on doesthedogdie.com.

For our first episode of season 3, Sarah sits down with long-time activist and radical organizer, Michelle Crone. Now in her 70s, Michelle has spent the better part of her life organizing women and building community in the upstate New York/Albany area. At 18, she began doing service work with communities in the Appalachian Mountains, but soon had to flee the country for (undoubtedly radical) reasons she is not allowed to talk about. She spent many of these years living in intentional community ("the lesbian nation") with other women, complete with talking sticks, ritual, and consensus-based decision making. In the summer of 1983, she started the Seneca Women's Peace Encampment, a demonstration in protest of nuclear weapons and warfare. She later went on to organize for the 1987 and '93 Marches on Washington, spearheading the only action to have ever successfully shut down the Supreme Court. In her charming, blunt manner, Michelle dives into all of these stories and countless other tales of lesbian community and creative activism. Thank you for listening to Cruising Podcast! -Reviews help other listeners find Cruising! If you like what you hear, please subscribe and leave us a 5-star review! -For more Cruising adventures, follow us @cruisingpod on Instagram, TikTok, and Facebook Help save Michelle Crone's lesbian home in Provincetown through her GoFundMe. -Support Cruising here! Cruising is an independent podcast. That means we're entirely funded by sponsors and listeners like you! -Cruising is reported and produced by a small but mighty team of three: Sarah Gabrielli (host/story producer/audio engineer), Rachel Karp (story producer/social media manager), and Jen McGinity (line producer/resident road-trip driver). Theme song is by Joey Freeman. Cover art is by Nikki Ligos. Logo is by Finley Martin. Support the show Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

I made you a ⁠⁠⁠FREE companion guide⁠⁠⁠ for this episode that will help you understand and embody the wisdom of the 4 feminine archetypes as you cycle through them naturally in the phases of your month, year, and life. This ⁠⁠⁠FREE Google doc⁠⁠⁠ allows you to type out your responses to each question right inside and save it as a resource for anytime in the future. Have you heard of the 4 feminine archetypes of Maiden, Mother, Wild Woman, and Crone? Maybe you've only heard of Maiden, Mother, and Crone, but not much about the often forgotten archetype of Wild Woman? Or maybe you haven't heard of these at all! No matter what you're already familiar with, you're going to love this episode. I'm sharing: - What archetypes are and specifically what each of these 4 feminine archetypes represent - How each archetype corresponds to different phases of our month (with the moon/menstrual cycles), seasons of the year, and seasons/roles of our lives - Which archetype is most praised by Western culture, and how to truly embody all 4 archetypes without only performing for what's most expected of us - Reflection questions to help you continue to process and integrate this wisdom into your life Listen to episode ⁠227. Using the superpowers of your menstrual & moon cycle to enjoy your life more for more of a deep dive on how to plan your nutrition, your work, social plans, and exercise routines around your menstrual cycle, which coincides with these archetypes. Join us this month in the ⁠Wild Wellness Women's Circle⁠ gatherings Feb 12: A Galentine's Celebration of the 4 Feminine Archetypes Feb 27: Sex & Intimacy Q&A with Sarah Wilde from ⁠Modern Sex Life⁠ (Replays always available same day!) Mentioned in this episode: - ⁠Consciously Create Your Best Sex Life with Sarah Wilde⁠ (FREE class and Discover Your Sexual Archetype quiz!) Free Resources - Feel how you want to feel NOW with my ⁠⁠⁠⁠Free Desire Map⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ - FREE Masterclass: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Discover Your Spiritual Gifts⁠⁠⁠⁠ - Sign up for a FREE 1:1 ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠coaching curiosity call⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Let's Connect on⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Let's Go Deeper Together - Join the ⁠⁠⁠⁠Wild Wellness Women's Circle⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (monthly membership) - Enroll in ⁠⁠⁠⁠Rewild Your Wellness⁠⁠⁠⁠ (lifetime access online course) - Learn more about ⁠⁠⁠⁠one-on-one coaching⁠⁠

Step into the sacred circle, witches, because today we're invoking the divine trio: The Maiden, The Mother, and The Crone. Whether you're frolicking through the fields of youthful optimism, balancing a thousand responsibilities like the chaotic queen you are, or dishing out sage advice with a cup of tea in hand—there's a little bit of all three in each of us. We'll dive deep into the lore behind these powerful archetypes, their connection to the world, and how they show up in our modern lives—whether we're embracing our inner wild child, our nurturing powerhouse, or our wise old crone who's seen it all. . Are you ready to embrace your triple goddess energy? Because it's about to get witchy as fuck. ✨ Listen now and step into your power. ✨ Hosted by Alicia Herder and Terra Keck. Produced by Marcel Pérez. Creative Directing by Mallory Porter. Music by Kevin MacLeod. Official Witch, Yes! Discord! Witch, Yes! on Patreon! Check out our merch on Teepublic! Our Link Tree "Spellbound" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 Support Witch, Yes! by contributing to their tip jar: https://tips.pinecast.com/jar/witch-yes This podcast is powered by Pinecast.