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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2025 5:25

În urmă cu 2 ani, un accident i-a schimbat viața studentei Anda Arghir. Rămasă paralizată după ce un copac a căzut peste ea, tânăra este acum principala speranță a României la calificarea la Jocurile Paralimpice, în proba de tir cu arcul. Cum a ajutat-o sportul pe Anda Arghir să treacă peste probleme și să se integreze în societate aflați de la Tudor Furdui

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Junot Díaz: „Familia este un joc de șah pe care-l joci toată viața”

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2025 29:43

Născut în Republica Dominicană, Junot Díaz a emigrat în copilărie, împreună cu familia în Statele Unite ale Americii. Cărțile sale au fost întîmpinate cu entuziasm încă de la debut și au primit premii importante, între care Premiul Pulitzer. Volumele sale de povestiri, „Sufocare” și „Uite-așa o pierzi” au apărut în limba română la Black Button Books iar romanul „Scurta și minunata viață a lui Oscar Wao” a apărut la Polirom. Toate trei volumele sînt traduse de Daniela Rogobete. În prezent, Junot Díaz este profesor de creative writing la Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). L-am întîlnit pe Junot Díaz la Festivalul Internațional de Literatură și traducere de la Iași (FILIT). Interviul nostru a fost tradus de Sorina Chiper. Povestirile dumneavoastră construiesc o lume, a imigranților din Republica Dominicană în Statele Unite. Descrieți cu realism greutățile acestei lumi, sărăcia, dificultățile pe care le aduce imigrarea, la care se adaugă tensiunile din familie. Ce a declanșat scrisul, cum ați început să scrieți poveștile lumii din care proveniți?Junot Díaz: „Cred că pentru mine, o parte a procesului de a deveni scriitor a fost acela de a deveni un cititor foarte serios. A contat foarte mult să descopăr care sînt tipurile de povești care existau deja în lume și cum aș putea să-mi scriu propriile mele povești. Apoi a trebuit să-mi dau seama care sînt tăcerile din comunitatea mea pe care eu, ca artist literar, aș putea să le umplu. Și, în fine, a trebuit să-mi dau seama cum aș putea să fac asta într-un mod care-ar putea să fie interesant pentru oricine. (...) Dintotdeauna am crezut că prima limbă pentru majoritatea oamenilor este cea a familiei. Oamenii pot avea experiențe particulare, foarte personale în cadrul familiilor, dar ei înțeleg, de asemenea, și multe alte tipuri de familie. Și nu știu de ce, dar nebunia din cadrul familiei este o încîntare pentru toată lumea. Așa că am început prin a crea o familie ficțională nebună și asta este arhitectura scrisului meu.”Relațiile de familie sînt o temă de cînd lumea, de cînd literatura. Cum vă explicați că încă se mai poate scrie despre relațiile de familie, că e o temă inepuizabilă?Junot Díaz: „Se spune și că jocul de șah este fără limite. Familia este un joc de șah pe care-l joci toată viața. Dar nu există cîștigători în acest caz, e vorba doar despre dragoste sau imposibilitatea ei. Și dacă ești deschis către dragoste și imposibilitatea ei, atunci familia ca subiect este irezistibilă. Cel puțin așa este pentru mine.”Lucrați mult cu limbajul. Personajele dumneavoastră folosesc și cuvinte din spaniolă. În ce măsură problematica limbii are pentru dumneavoastră potențial literar?Junot Díaz: „Cred că este rădăcina artei mele, a literaturii pe care o scriu. Aud mereu despre oameni care au o limbă maternă, un talent nativ. Nu sînt sigur că știu ceva despre asta, și-atunci scriu. Scriu despre cum e să nu fii vorbitor nativ.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta întregul interviu!O emisiune de Adela GreceanuUn produs Radio România Cultural

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"O povo guineense já provou que não pode ser aliciado" garante Bubacar Turé

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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 20, 2025 9:40

A campanha eleitoral na Guiné-Bissau está a chegar ao fim. Os candidatos à presidência têm multiplicado apelos à neutralidade das Forças Armadas e a sociedade civil exige união nacional e menos discursos de ódio com referências étnicas. Nas ruas, nos táxis e locais públicos as conversas giram à volta destas eleições. O presidente da Liga Guineense dos Direitos Humanos Bubacar Turé esboça as necessidades urgentes dos cidadãos guineenses. As ruas e fachadas de Bissau cobriram-se de cartazes eleitorais, nas ruas, nos táxis e locais públicos as conversas giram à volta destas eleições, com um duelo a captar todas as atenções, Umaro Sissoco Embaló contra Fernando Dias. Os candidatos à presidência têm multiplicado apelos à neutralidade das Forças Armadas e a sociedade civil exige união nacional e menos discursos de ódio com referências étnicas. Um acontecimento recente tem sido muito evocado por cá e chocou a opinião pública: trata-se da reunião que o chefe de Estado Maior das Forças Armadas Biague Na Ntan convocou com os anciões balantas, em Cuméré, perto de Bissau. O objectivo: proceder às alegadas confissões dos militares que alegadamente protagonizaram uma tentativa de golpe de estado na véspera desta campanha eleitoral, também eles de etnia balanta. Os militares foram tirados das suas celas para o efeito. Uma encenação que o presidente da Liga guineense dos Direitos Humanos diz ser “humilhante” e “inaceitável”. Falamos destes temas na Casa dos Direitos de Bissau, com Bubacar Turé, que esboça ainda as necessidades urgentes dos cidadãos guineenses.

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Cînd sănătatea mintală devine miezul libertății: o discuție cu Cătălina Dumitrescu

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 20, 2025 26:21

De ce este sănătatea mintală esenţială şi pentru individ, şi pentru societate? Ce legătură este între sănătatea mintală a fiecăruia dintre noi și democrație? Cîtă libertate e posibilă, dacă reacţiile noastre sînt determinate în mare măsură de gene, de mediu, de întîmplările prin care am trecut? Am întrebat-o pe Cătălina Dumitrescu, psiholog clinician și psihoterapeut, autoarea volumului „Prețul libertății. Cum sănătatea mintală devine călcâiul lui Ahile în democrație”, apărută la ZYX Books.De ce este sănătatea mintală „o prioritate strategică” şi „călcîiul lui Ahile în democrație”?Cătălina Dumitrescu: „Pentru că este punctul vulnerabil. Şi cred că trebuie să avem o perspectivă mai macro, ceea ce am şi încercat să adun în această carte. Atunci cînd noi, ca oameni, sîntem într-o zonă de dezechilibru, asta se va vedea în afectul nostru, în reacţiile noastre. Vorbim mult despre starea de agresivitate, care se manifestă atît pe stradă, cît şi online. Aici e vorba despre o stare de suferinţă, pentru că un om în echilibru nu o să manifeste o stare de agresivitate constantă. Vor fi pusee, probabil, cînd ne înfurie şi ne supără ceva, dar sînt justificate, pe cînd o stare de alertă, de permanentă vigilenţă, cînd vezi atac peste tot, arată un sistem nervos hipervigilent, care stă în apărare şi produce acele biasuri cognitive, nişte shortcut-uri mentale – le putem numi şi prejudecăţi – şi utilizăm o informaţie pe care deja o cunoaştem, etichetăm cu multă uşurinţă şi, în biasul de confirmare, de exemplu, căutăm informaţii care ne confirmă conţinutul informaţiilor pe care le avem deja. Lucrul ăsta se vede în reactivitatea noastră emoţională, apoi în plan comportamental şi asta duce, la nivel colectiv, la polarizare, la alăturarea la grupuri care rulează valori şi informaţii în care noi credem şi în care ne regăsim. Pentru că a adera la un grup ne conferă sentimentul de siguranţă. Mai ales că noi, ţările din Est, venim dintr-o cultură traumatică, cu o istorie dureroasă şi am fost obişnuiţi în relaţii de vasalitate mult timp şi căutăm în continuare aceste figuri care să ne spună cum să facem, cum să ne trăim viaţa.”Cîtă libertate e posibilă, dacă reacţiile noastre sînt determinate în mare măsură de gene, de mediu, de întîmplările prin care am trecut?Cătălina Dumitrescu: „În psihologie se vorbeşte mult despre capacitatea de rezilienţă, pe care cu toții o avem într-o măsură mai mică sau mai mare. Și mi s-a părut că nu e suficientă explicația, iar apoi am citit despre Teoria Haosului, care spune că în orice sistem, oricît de predictibil ar fi, există variațiuni neliniare care modifică structura sistemului. Deci, practic, niciodată nu o să putem să prezicem cu acuratețe, fără nici o marjă de eroare, un anumit sistem. Și asta mi s-a părut că se leagă foarte mult de conceptul psihologic al rezilienței, în sensul că, da, sînt oameni care provin din situații extrem de traumatice și din familii profund disfuncționale, și cu toate acestea reușesc, dintr-un destin predictibil eșecului, să aibă o viață sănătoasă, funcțională. Și atunci m-am gîndit că exact acesta este spațiul de libertate care se naște. El apare prin șansa întîlnirilor cu anumiți profesori care văd, ne văd, văd potențialul copilului și știu cum să-l îndrume, chiar dacă mediul familial este unul dureros pentru copil. Acest spațiu de libertate l-am numit relații-țesătură şi vine nu numai din întîlnirea cu un profesor, poate fi întîlnirea cu autorul unei cărți, sau poate fi pur și simplu o întîlnire cu cineva, nu știu, în tren – avem o discuție de o intensitate și o profunzime extraordinară care poate să devină o întîlnire de intersecție în viața noastră.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral! O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei Martin Un produs Radio România Cultural

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„Asta e ceea ce ne dorim?” Despre muzică în era inteligenței artificiale cu Mihai Iordache și Radu Uszkai

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 18, 2025 27:10

Peste 1000 de muzicieni au colaborat pentru un album prin care protestează față de modificările propuse de guvernul britanic la legea dreptului de autor astfel încît companiile de inteligență artificială să-și poată construi produsele pe baza unor opere de artă, muzică, texte protejate de drepturi de autor. „Is This What We Want?” se numește albumul care propune înregistrări silențioase, cu zgomotul de fond din studiouri goale și a fost lansat la începutul anului. În noiembrie albumul a fost lansat și pe vinil, variantă care conține un bonus: o „melodie silențioasă” purtînd semnătura lui Paul McCartney. Artiștii atrag atenția asupra pericolelor și amenințărilor la adresa muncii creative aduse de dezvoltarea inteligenței artificiale și nereglementarea ei, precum și asupra chestiunilor de etică pe care le implică folosirea muncii artiștilor fără a plăti drepturi de autor. Invitaţii noştri sînt saxofonistul și compozitorul Mihai Iordache şi cercetătorul Radu Uszkai, de la Centrul de Cercetare în Etică Aplicată.Ca muzician, înveți și de la alții. Ești ceea ce asculți. Cînd compui, o faci implicit pentru că te-ai hrănit și chiar inspirat din muzica altora – chiar dacă e inconștient și implicit. Nu-l imiți pe John Coltrane sau pe Charlie Parker, dar le-ai ascultat muzica – poate chiar o știi pe de rost – și ceva din muzica lor e și-n compozițiile tale. Ce e diferit față de ce face Inteligența Artificială atunci cînd preia mii de ore de muzică și compilează partituri noi?Mihai Iordache: „Ăsta e cel mai simplu de demontat dintre argumentele pro-inteligenţă artificială în discuţia despre muzică. În momentul cînd te hrăneşti cu ce ai ascultat, cu ce ai citit sau ai desenat ca artist, în mod absolut automat acele lucruri trec prin sensibilitatea ta şi rămîi un om care cîntă, compune, face diverse lucruri. Ceea ce este cu totul diferit de (ce face) o maşină, pînă la urmă – pentru că termenul de inteligenţă este foarte exagerat folosit, ca să nu spun că e greşit –, o maşină care încearcă să compileze tot ce s-a făcut într-un stil, fără nici un fel de suflet, fără nici un fel de intenţie, în afara aşa-zisei intenţii a prompterului care-i spune vreau o melodie aşa, şi aşa, şi aşa şi care abia aşteaptă să-i vină ceva pe tavă fără să fi făcut nimic.”Cum ar trebui reglementată funcționarea modelelor de inteligență artificială astfel încît să fie respectată munca oamenilor pe baza căreia se antrenează AI? Radu Uszkai: „Discuţile despre reglementare le purtăm nu într-un vacuum, ci în contextul existenţei unei diversităţi din punctul de vedere al reglementărlor. Ce facem noi s-ar putea să n-aibă nimic de-a face cu ce se întîmplă, de pildă, în spaţiul chinezesc. Poziţia ideală ar fi ca reglementatorul, adică statul, să reunească toate părţile co-interesate, care au o miză morală în acest proces. Asta înseamnă artişti, public, companii, sistem educaţional şi în primul rînd să pornim de la mizele lor atît financiare, cît şi de natură estetică. În mod uzual însă, ce se întîmplă nu este acest proces transparent, ci cîştigă lobby-ul unei părţi. Fie lobby-ul corporatist, fie interesele de ordin politic ale unor politicieni care sînt împotriva unor corporaţii. Răspunsul este generic, fiindcă realmente nu am un răspuns clar. Vin de pe o poziţie nu neapărat tehno-optimistă, dar tehno-realistă, în care văd diverse elemente cît se poate de pozitive în aceste unelte – chiar dacă sînt lipsite de creativitate în sens uman, le văd ca avînd un soi de creativitate sintetică, ce poate fi un ameliorator în anumite contexte –, de aceea aş zice că modul de reglementare nu ar trebui să blocheze în totalitate capacitatea inginerilor şi a companiilor de a investi şi de a le dezvolta, luînd în considerare însă şi consecinţele negative ale acestui proces.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral! O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei Martin Un produs Radio România Cultural

Helping the Karlssons: Part 3

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 17, 2025

Helping the Karlssons: Part 3. Variations, before the church girls return to Father. Based on a post by m jar 65. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Do you like girls touching you?" asked Summer as she ran her fingertips over the shaft. Tim simply smiled in reply and she traced her fingers over his ridges and veins. "I've never really looked at a man's cock before," she murmured. "Yours looks gorgeous." That compliment caused Tim's cock to pulse and harden. Summer did not miss the effect her words and touch had on him. But her eyes were on a new prize. "Can I touch your balls? I don't want to hurt them;” Excited by the idea, knowing it was Summer's first time, Tim gently moved her hand lower. His girlfriend had rarely shown interest in touching his balls. Every male knew the pleasure of a soft touch on his scrotum. Summer followed his lead, gently running the tips of her fingers over the soft, hairy skin of his sack. It was her first time to touch a boy there and she was excited and, yet, still concerned. "Is this Okay?" she asked tentatively. Tim responded by curling her fingers, cupping her hand around the precious pouch. Summer carefully applied a little pressure, nervous that she not cause any pain. "Oh, wow! I can feel them," she gasped. "So hard;” Summer loved the way his balls felt, hard inside the soft skin, warm to the touch and, she knew, full of wonderful manly semen that attested to the power of the male. She was intoxicated by being permitted to touch Tim in such an intimate place. She wanted to do something more to please him. "Don't you want to cum now?" "What if I cum on your face?" feeling wicked and lucky at the same time. This was something of a test for them both. Tim had never dared ask this of a woman. Summer was a wild and sexy young woman who seemed open to trying anything. But perhaps he was going too far. Her look of shock made Tim far she was ready to flee. "That's so dirty," she giggled. "But if you want to do it;” "Let’s get you ready first," he said, trying to sound gallant. "Let me lick your cunt again." Summer had no reason to argue. She thought of Tim was a real man and his willingness to give pleasure with his mouth seemed to prove it. The chance to have more of his tongue on her sex was too great to pass up. "Oh, sweet Lord," she moaned as his tongue pierced her swollen lips to find the tip of her hardened clit. Tim was learning how much he enjoyed the taste of a woman's cunt. The fact she was his daughter's boss, a good church-going girl, only made it hotter to be thrusting his tongue into her soaking hole and sucking on her straining clit. "I can't take any more, Tim. You have to stop. I need you to cum." He relented then, leaving her gasping down breaths as she recovered from the exertions. It made her beautiful chest heave up and down and Tim wanted to suck on his nipples again. "I have to get home," she breathed. "Father will be upset. But first I want you to cum." Summer Karlsson had watched enough porn, secretly and even hidden from her sister, to know how men liked to cum on a girl's face. She had marveled at other women seemingly enjoying the experience of taking a load of semen on their faces. She'd never imagined it to be degrading, somehow it felt more like deference to a man who was special enough. Tim was a wonderful lover. Or so she thought. And, besides, he'd asked her to give this act to him. Still panting, Summer went to her knees beside his bed. She hoped that her sweet face and her sexy, curvy body would be enough for Tim. Surely he was more than horny enough? Tim could not believe his luck. No woman he'd fucked till now would ever have agreed to this. And Summer looked so sweet and ready, her cute smile and her blonde hair. Her juicy C-cups hung so nicely as she waited for him, kneeling and passive. He stood before Summer, like her imagining that his cock looked powerful as it hovered over her. "You have an impressive cock," she told him. Tim didn't ask permission again before he started stroking himself as the church girl watched closely. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, as if the young woman needed encouragement. Summer was right and he was super horny. And he was beside himself with the opportunity. Tim had watched a lot more porn that her. She was right that a facial was dirty. But in the best of ways. He loved the idea that a woman could be so hungry that she'd take his cum on her pretty face. And Summer really wanted it. She was kneeling in front of him, waiting with a smile and a wicked look in her eye. "I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "So much." At that instant, his cock spasmed and the first blast of his hot cum spewed out. Fortunately, Summer had just enough time to blink as that first missile was launched at her. A long rope of white cum flew through the air and over her, landing on her face and draping a lovely, thick line of cock juice over her blonde hair and down over one eye and one cheek. For some reason, she opened her mouth at the same time. Not that it mattered either way because in another instant a fresh blast of semen sprayed on her forehead and the side of her head. It was primal and Summer felt so wonderfully dirty. She was impressed by the power of Tim's orgasm. It shocked her a little to realize how much he was cumming, being covered by the healthy contents of his balls. She was thrilled when one blast half-landed in her mouth but it didn't stop there. Tim was almost oblivious to everything but the incredible sensation of his orgasm and the unbelievable sight of his own semen blasts splashing onto the face of a willing, sexy young woman. He had no real control of the direction of his blasts. But his pleasure was more intense than ever watching Summer's face being splattered with his own cock juice. As more and more semen landed on her, Summer knew it was a dirty and disgusting act. But the feeling of semen blasting onto her face was pure delight. She told herself it was the perfect facial. It was a thrill to submit to such an intimate experience. And all the better knowing that she'd made him cum so hard. She felt every blast and every drop, exulting in her first facial. It was so much better with a man like Tim and not one of those sheepish church boys. Tim thought that she looked even more pretty with a thick covering of semen. His heart was beating hard as he surveyed his work, sticky white cum splattered in thick lumps on Summer's face, her hair and even splashes on her body. The young man had just lived out one of his greatest sexual fantasies. The wait had been worth it. He also was impressed at how well Summer had taken his cum. Then again, the sweet and sexy Summer had been the perfect woman for it. She had not objected or even flinched as he'd emptied his balls all over her face. Now she was grinning at him, joyed by his performance. "Oh, my God. Tim, that is so much," she giggled. "Where did it all come from?" He had to admit it'd been a few days since he'd relieved himself. And the repeated visits from the two blonde sisters was probably making his balls work harder. "I'm such a mess. I'll have to sneak in to the shower before Father sees me." There was no regret from Summer, none at all. She felt pride at submitting to Tim like that, at giving him ultimate pleasure. Every man wanted a woman who could be a slut when needed. Even church girls could do it. Sex before marriage was a serious taboo in her family but she already knew her likely future husband would be too boring to give her a really enjoyable fuck. And it was a triumph to know that she had made Tim empty his balls completely. She caught a glance at her face, thickly coated with a load of sticky fluid slowly dripping down. More drops had landed on her shoulders, her tits and her thighs. Summer thought she looked just like those porn stars. It required a handful of wipes to make her face respectable enough to drive home. At least she got her eye open before putting her clothes on. She gave Tim a little kiss before leaving. It was fun to know she'd taken a facial at least once when April probably would never go so far. Tim was a sweet guy who didn't judge. And now she had a one-up on her girlfriends from church. It was the next Sunday when April took her turn. Tim still wondered if the sisters were working together, planning who fucked their father's assistant and when. He was shocked to answer a knock on the door that Sunday and see April, standing there in her finest but with a look that had lust written all over it. "I was sitting in church and couldn't stop thinking about you," she said boldly. "It will be a sin to fuck you. But I told Father I'm visiting a sick friend." It took him a few moments to overcome his surprise at seeing April like that. Even in the furniture store she didn't dress so formally. Tim wondered if she'd really been thinking about fucking while sitting in church. But then he realized how many layers of clothing he'd have to remove if he was to have a Sunday fuck with the juicy April Karlsson. April had the same thought. She barely finished pressing her face to Tim's, for a long and wet kiss, before she was unbuttoning her dress as she led him to the bedroom. "I am so horny," she said with a naughty grin. "I brought the condoms. And some lube," she giggled. Tim tried to hide his shock. Was this going to be the day? Focusing his mind, he helped the young blonde undress. April was a sexy and juicy young woman. She carried a little more weight than her sister, more plump but a wonderful sight all the same. Her naked body was wonderfully curvy. And her skin was flawless. The exception was the stretch marks on her fabulous DD-sized tits. Tim knew he could never have enough of those big tits and they drew his eyes immediately she exposed them. "Fuck, April. It must be a sin. I thought your church would be against pre-marital sex." "That's what they teach us," she admitted. "But some girls don't want to be virgins when we marry. If we leave it to the boys then sex will never be good." "Then I am gonna fuck you good," he told her seriously. That was exactly what April wanted to hear. She cupped her big, blue-veined tits and jiggled them a little. She didn't notice as his cock throbbed at the sight but she heard his moan of delight. April had often thought her tits were too big. Tim's approval had changed her mind entirely. It felt good to know that a man like Tim could not resist them. Fresh from the ceremony of the church, she was feeling more naughty than usual. "Do you want to put your cock in here?" With that invitation, Tim bent forward to suck on the small, hard nipples. April moaned at the touch of his lips. Her tits were sensitive to touch but it was so incredibly better when a lovely man like Tim sucked on them. Hers were the biggest tits Tim had ever gotten his hands on. Or his cock between. He knew he was clumsy but he was excited to fuck them. Skinny women didn't have tits like April and why not take advantage? April was turned-on as he licked deep in her cleavage. She let Tim sit her on the bed in front of him. It was arousing to have her boobs used in such a way, so different to the ideas of the church about being held to the warmth of a bosom. April could not help but respond at the sight and the feel of Tim sliding his manly cock in there. Her eyes were fixed on his hard shaft thrusting between her soft orbs. "I love your big cock," she told him with a lewd grin. Tim responded by driving his cock more firmly through her soft cleavage. What a pair of tits she had! But then he thrust a little too hard and his cock sprung loose from the confines of her luscious flesh. April was quick-thinking, what was even better than a cock between her tits was to have it in her young mouth. In a flash, she wrapped her lips around him. "Are you sure sucking a cock isn't a sin?" he grunted to her. "Don't think the bible mentions oral sex anywhere," she replied with the barest pause to get the words out. Tim slowed his thrusting a little but April heard his gentle moans and felt the throbbing of his manly flesh as he greedily filled her mouth. She wanted to impress Tim, show that she was a better fuck than her older sister. And she wanted to give him something special that day. She wanted Tim so overcome with lust that he would not deny her. Tim was already thinking about something special. He hadn't told April that this would be his first ass-fuck as well. But, knowing she was super keen, he'd studied on the best technique. He removed his cock from her luscious mouth, eager to get started. "Roll over," he instructed the young, blonde woman. "On hands and knees." She complied without a word, nervous to display her holes but eager to give Tim whatever he wanted. April knew she was a little more chubby than she'd like. But she already was confident that her naked body was irresistible to any man. Tim's hands on her ass cheeks reminded her of his physical strength. She was ready to be fucked. The touch of his soft, warm tongue on her tight opening came as a shock. "What are you?" "Relax. Don't you want anal sex? This is to prepare you." April moaned with the sudden realization. It was not consent, so much, as the sound of pleasure. "I don't know if this is a sin or not," she gasped. Yes, she wanted anal sex. Tim must know how to do it. feared that he would detect an unpleasant odor. But it was deliciously naughty to have this older guy licking her ass hole. And there was no disputing the wonderful warm feeling he was sending through her nether regions. April had tried to imagine it but the sensation was so much better. It was pure delight as Tim gently pressed the tip of his tongue in that tight little place. "Tim, I want you to fuck my ass," she called out. "I really want it." April knew there was no hiding it, she was aching for the sin of taking a man in her ass. Tim felt the same way. "Roll over," he said softly. "Let’s finish getting you ready." The young woman flipped over, legs spread in anticipation. How lewd she had become. But even church girls had needs to be satisfied. And she wasn't disappointed since Tim was proud of the improvement in his oral skills. Firmly placing his mouth over her bare snatch, Tim took delight in the cries of pleasure he drew out from her. April was already soaking wet and the scent of her juices fired him up still more. He thrust his tongue into her hole and April cried out her delight. "Sweet Mary;” Tim also discovered, for the first time, that his tongue could reach the perineum of the young woman. He let his tongue wander down from her gushing hole to that smooth, soft skin. Unaware of the extra nerve endings he was stimulating, Tim gently flicked his tongue over the delightful patch that led to her warm, tight anus. The new sensations rocked April who was overcome by a series of orgasms from Tim's clever tongue. So distracted was she that April did not flinch when she felt a finger pressing against her asshole. After his eager licking, her hole was nicely softened and pliant. Tim pressed the tip of one finger into her passage and heard April's groans suddenly grow louder. He still didn't know for sure if she could take his cock in there. But slowly he worked more of his finger into her tight hole, gently thrusting back and forth while he ate her cunt. She was writhing and groaning and Tim knew the hot young slut would want still more. "Fuck me, Tim. Fuck me," she said, as if on cue. "Go on your hands and knees," he told her as he grabbed a condom. April felt a new surge of excitement. Bing fucked from behind. She had wanted that so much. Porn stars always seemed to delight in that position. She'd red that it allowed the man to thrust more of his cock into the woman. Most of all, April was keen because it seemed so primal. She wondered if her sister let boys have sex in this position. The first touch of his cock against her cunt hole was incredible. "Yes, Tim. Put it in me." She was so wet that Tim easily slipped the head of his cock into her cunt. Thrusting firmly, he encountered none of the barrier of that first time. The only resistance to his penetration was the natural tightness of her young hole. But her generous ass and shapely waist gave him the tools he needed. Her pale, rounded ass was spread to expose her backdoor. Tim watched it closely as he gripped April and with a few thrusts buried his cock fully inside the once innocent young woman. "Oh, Lord. I love your cock in me," she cried. Careful not to damage her, Tim started slowly as he fucked April. It was a delight to feel every single inch of his cock as it slid back and forth in her soaking hole. But her moans of delight soon urged him on. Taking a firmer grip, he began to increase the speed of his fucking, only to make April start to cum noisily. "Do it, Tim, Do it; fuck me," April had craved being filled by Tim's lovely cock. His thickness made her whole cunt throb with pleasure. But there was no substitute for a proper fucking she already knew. His cock moving in and out of her hole was the most exquisite experience. The repeated thrusting and stretching was making her cum with amazing intensity. She loved his withdrawal each time since she knew he was about to jam his cock deep inside her again. She was convinced that the older girls had the right idea, sex before marriage was the only way to really be sure one could experience the pure pleasure of being fucked. April as alive to every sensation. It was an added delight to feel his balls slapping against her cunt lips as he thrust. In a frenzy of sinful lust, she started to cum freely. Tim got bolder, starting to thrust harder, trying to make those big tits really bounce. April almost screamed her delight at having a hard cock rammed into her cunt. And she loved the way her nipples grazed against the bed as he humped her harder. Tim held her tight, watching her ass ripple as each thrust into the cunt of the pretty, church-going girl. He was even grateful for the condom since it seemed to help in delaying his own climax. Not yet able to read April's young body, he kept on fucking her, taking all the pleasures of unadulterated fucking until he figured that April needed a rest. "Don't stop, Tim. Don't stop," she groaned at him. For Tim, this was the ultimate opportunity. Such a chance might never appear again. He grabbed the lube and made the final prep for his first ever anal fuck. Quickly he smeared a thick lump of clear gel over his sheathed cock. "Ready to try anal? You sure now?" "Sweet Mary, yes. Put it in there." "You should rub your clit while we do this," advised Tim, relying on his limited education. But April had no intention of touching her clit right then. Feeling Tim spreading her big round cheeks, she braced herself. It was the moment of no return she told herself as she felt the head of his cock against her tight opening. April was certain she was prepared for what came next. She knew, from her own experimentation, that anal could hurt, at first. But she'd learned that the discomfort soon turned to a deep, warm pleasure. "Do it, Tim. Fuck my ass." Tim was surprised at how easily the head disappeared between those fleshy cheeks. He had no idea what size toys April might have used back there. But she hadn't flinched. Being the older man, trying to show his prowess, he decided to insert the first inch of his rock-hard cock. He heard April gasp at the sudden pain and froze. "No, no," she gasped to him. "Don't stop. Just go slow for me." This was one hot bitch, Tim knew. His thick, hard cock would take some getting used to in that tight hole but April was still eager. He paused for a few moments, knowing he was not going to get less hard but waiting for the virgin anus to adjust to his penetration. April had known the initial penetration would hurt but this was no worse than using her hair brush. Already she was excited by the feeling of a real cock, so hard and hot, wedged in her asshole. He was so big and she could feel the fabulous sensations as his cock stimulated those hidden nerve endings. "More," she urged. "Just go slow." Tim quickly discovered that things worked better if he withdrew slightly to give himself room for another gentle thrust. It seemed that each time he did that, April's hole opened a little more and more of his cock forced its way inside her ass. April was well aware of how far Tim was penetrating her bum. Each time he pressed forward she felt the pain of the sudden stretching. But each time seemed to hurt a little less. The heat and the hardness in her rectum was incredible, she loved it so much already. The way she felt that cock was so different to her cunt. And she knew she wanted the whole thing. "Okay, I'm going to fuck you now," Tim warned her, his self-control much weakened by the sight of half his cock buried in April's ass. April could not stop herself from grunting as Tim began slowly to ream her back channel. It was wondrous to feel the length of his cock sliding in her ass, invading her most private place. There was still pain, to be sure, but it was fading. She already knew that the pleasure of being fucked in her ass was going to overwhelm all the initial discomfort. "Oh, sweet Mary. Don't stop Tim. Put the whole thing in me." She touched herself now, gently rubbing her clit so that she could take the final thrust of his thick shaft. Her tunnel was loosening and opening. This was what she knew from her self-play. The sensation of being so filled-up was even better with a real man. All the initial pain was forgotten now as her body responded so beautifully to Tim's manly meat. She'd never felt his cock so fully as when it was wedged in her bum. And the touching of her clit pushed April completely over the edge. "Christ, Tim. Fuck me. Fuck your cock in my ass; oh, I'm gonna cum." Tim was already getting almost his entire shaft into April's asshole. With a little more pushing he'd bury his cock entirely. Turned-on and feeling bold, Tim started to properly fuck the young blonde and give her rear passage a proper reaming. Somehow there was almost no resistance now, though there was still a wonderful tightness as her sphincters gripped him. She was oblivious to all that. All April knew right then was the first, momentous anal orgasm of her young life. The sweet church-going woman was being fucked up the ass and the incomparable rush of pleasure had taken over her entire body. She even dropped her hand, neglecting her clit for now as she took a man's cock deep into her bum. Tim was giving it to her now, making her big, blue-veined tits bouncing nicely beneath her. April was totally unaware of the low, groaning sounds she was making almost constantly as Tim filled her with every inch of his swollen cock. It was his first anal fuck, too. It surprised him that young April was experiencing such pleasure, Tim knew that porn stars faked it. But April was so slutty that she could take his entire cock. With each thrust now he drove into her hot, slippery asshole, from the tip to his balls. And she was still tight around his shaft. It was such a different feeling. And the orgasmic noises from the young April were so new to them both. Finally, April dropped to the bed, seemingly spent. It had been a short but amazingly intense fuck. Her entire body had felt that fucking and the thrusting of his superb cock. She sensed her asshole throbbing in a wonderful way. She couldn't even say how long Tim had reamed her ass. Her mind had been taken somewhere else by those first true anal orgasms. The only thing April knew for sure was that anal sex was as incredible and as mind-blowing as she'd been promised. She had taken a whole cock into her forbidden passage, something she was sure her sister would not have been brave enough to try. April was a good Christian girl who'd had anal sex. She loved it, sin and all. Collapsed on the bed, still panting hard, April felt so grateful to Tim for her first bum fuck. Would it be her last? Surely no boy from her church would want to do that with her. But it was time to show her appreciation to the wonderful older guy. "That was the most amazing ever," she gasped to him. "You felt so good in there. Did you like it, too? Was it Okay for you?" Still throbbing, still recovering from the ecstasy, April was anxious to do something special for Tim. "But you have to cum," she panted. "Let me do something for you." "I want to cum in your mouth," he said with confidence as he removed the condom. April was in agreement, rolling off the bed to her knees. This was, after all, the "correct" way to receive a man's cum. "Start with your hand," Tim instructed her. Her inexperience hardly mattered. His cock was ready to burst after being buried fully in her asshole. The sweet, plump April closed one hand around his hard shaft, noting once more the power of a man's cock. She tried to follow his gentle instructions, knowing she was still clumsy in the art of a hand job. But the leaking of clear fluid from his pee hole told April that she was doing something right. And Tim soon confirmed that. "Okay, put the tip in your mouth while you jerk me." April ignored the taste of the condom as she closed her lips around him. She was ready for the sudden blast and the flood of warm fluid filling her mouth. Tim was enjoying her soft, young touch too much to hold back. "I'm gonna cum," he announced, only part in warning. Almost too quickly, the first blast exploded in her young mouth. But April swallowed quickly, excited by the experience of a man's cock throbbing and pulsing in her mouth. It surely was wrong to swallow semen but that only made it more desirable. April sucked on him, as if that was needed to empty Tim's balls. He tried to thrust deeper but at least her hand round his base gave her a little protection. She exulted in the feeling and the sounds of his wonderful orgasm. And she savored the strange taste of his fluid as it rolled across her tongue and down her throat. April had experienced the ultimate taboo. She would have preferred to luxuriate in her sinful triumph. The older girls sometimes gave their virginity away before their wedding day. No matter what the church said, they were convinced that was the key to a happy marriage. But her Father would be wondering what was taking so long about visiting a sick friend. She took wipes from her bag, letting Tim watch as she cleaned both front and back. Dressed once more, a sweet church-going young woman. Mr. Karlsson called Tim into his office the next day for a meeting. He laid everything out. As Summer had predicted, her father had decided he should help a fellow member of the church with a long-term job. He was asking Tim to finish up after the following week. Tim's first thought was relief that Mr. Karlsson had said nothing about his daughters. He didn't mind about the job so much. Working in a furniture store seemed a dead-end to Tim. If he didn't find another job straight away he could move back with his parents for a while. There were no hard feelings towards Mr. Karlsson. After all, Tim had literally been fucking both his blonde, sweet, church-going daughters. And the old guy had softened the bad news by offering to pay Tim a month's salary. The other thing that happened was suddenly the sisters made themselves scarce around the office. Tim hardly saw them for his final two weeks. He figured that they'd gotten the same news as him. Did that mean they'd lost interest in him? Had each of them aimed to seduce him as rebellion against their father so that, now, he was no longer a prize? Tim knew that he could never understand the thinking of the two blonde sisters. He figured that was the end of his sexual exploration with the two young church-goers. It wasn't so bad, he'd had fantastic sex for a guy his age and it was better to end things before he got dragged in too far. He'd only dreamed of meeting a woman so free about sex and now he'd met two of them. Two sisters, at that. They seemed willing to ignore the teachings of their church. But Tim had no desire to get mixed up with a religious family. It was his second last night at the furniture store when Summer surprised him. Mr. Karlsson had left early to attend to other business. In spite of his choices, he trusted young Tim. He was about to close up the shop when the older daughter came in to the manager's office. "I had to give you a proper farewell," she said with a naughty grin. "And I have to thank you for helping my sister. Taking her virginity." She sidled up to Tim and her lust was plain. He didn't think the office was the best place for sex, no matter how horny Summer might be. But she had grown even more confident about her sexuality and her appeal to men. Before Tim could say a word. Summer was unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her bare tits. "I thought I would give you a going away present," she said, still grinning. His cock sprang to attention at the sight of those perky C-cups. These were perfect tits. Tim did not hesitate to grope and squeeze the luscious orbs, grateful that Sumer was so eager for him to take advantage. No girlfriend had ever been so keen to show her body to him. She tried to watch him through half-closed eyes, enjoying his touch and the sight of a man so turned-on by her body. It was deliciously wrong to expose her unmarried body like that. But she had wanted to feel Tim's hands on her body one last time. Her lust had gotten the better of her. "Bite them?" she asked, almost begging. She'd felt so naughty when she'd asked Tim the first time. But she'd known she wanted to try it. Only too willing to oblige, Tim pulled up a chair and sat before the young blonde before clamping his teeth down on her left tit. The nipple was hard amongst the warm, soft flesh. "Harder," she urged him. "Hurt me, Tim." She leaned into him as Tim switched to the other tit. The sucking and the biting were exquisite. Tim was more confident this time and her body was responding more strongly than she'd expected. Her pussy was getting wetter by the moment. She knew he'd leave marks on her skin but Summer was prepared for that. Her breathing was fast and raged and she could not help moaning softly. When his tongue flicked her nipples, Summer suddenly realized how close she was to her release. "Don't stop," she begged him. "Tim, more." He didn't understand women enough to read the cues. But Tim knew this was his last chance and he happily mauled and bit her firm, bouncy tits as he listened to Summer's moaning and gasping. He was sure it was hurting her but, after all, that's what Summer had asked for. And when her sounds changed, and her body tensed just a little, he was surprised to discover that the sweet young woman was cumming from having her tits abused. "Oh, shit," she muttered as the slight tremors passed through her body. "Oh, Tim. You just made me cum," she confirmed. "That was incredible." And then the pretty blonde was sinking to her knees. Her orgasm had been a surprise but that was not her mission this night. She was pulling at his belt and his fly. All her friends from the church agreed, their future husbands would be straight-laced and only interested in missionary sex. But Summer enjoyed having a cock kin her mouth as much as any of her church friends. "I just want to thank you," she said, holding his thick shaft in her small hand. "For fucking my sister." Tim would have argued. But already she had his cock in her mouth. Those lips that sang hymns on Sundays felt so good around his shaft. Holding the base firmly, she soon had his cock slathered with her spit as she bobbed her head in his lap. Tim could see her bare tits shaking as she worked his cock. He wondered if Summer really could be as religious as she tried to show. But that didn't stop him placing his hands on her blonde head and guiding her up and down the length of his thick cock. Momentarily she released him. Looking satisfied with her work, the devout Summer looked up at the older guy. "You have a great cock. Will you cum in my mouth? I want to taste you one last time." Tim had no argument. His cock was ready to burst. Summer's soft mouth could not have felt better as she resumed her bobbing. His hips were starting to move now as he thought about fucking her church-going mouth. And Summer was remarkably skilled for someone so inexperienced, it seemed she really loved her work. "I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "Cum in your mouth." Summer heard the warning. Of course she responded by stroking the base of his cock and working her lips still harder over him. Being religious meant nothing compared to wonder of making a man explode with lust into her mouth. Tim would have drowned her with cum if he could. The sight of her mouth on his cock was an inspiration. His girlfriends had only occasionally sucked him to completion. None had ever knelt like that, eagerly trying to extract the contents of his balls. And somehow her mouth felt perfect. It was only moments before he blasted the first wad of semen hard into the young mouth. With a loud groan he followed that with another burst of hot cum. His cock was throbbing with each blast. There was no better place to drain his balls than the mouth of the dirty, sinful Summer/ And she was delighted, greedily swallowing each load as it sprayed across her tongue and slid down her throat. There was something spiritual in the way a man's cock pulsed and the power of his unleashing. She knew how precious were the contents of his balls even as she swallowed them. Most of all, like her church friends, she could not get enough of the control that a woman had whenever a man's cock was in her mouth. Only when he'd finished pulsing did she stop, when she was sure there was no more semen to suck from his amazing organ. He was still hard, of course, and just as impressive to her eye. What a shame that the church did not allow more of this kind of joy. "That's the last one," she said to him gently, a note of pride strong in her voice. Summer knew that she had the potential to be a fantastic lover. But it would never happen with Tim. Climbing to her feet, she gave him one last smile. Then she was buttoning her shirt as she turned to leave. Tim watched the retreat of her sexy, pert ass and those killer legs. Sodom Style. "Isn't this called sodomy? Isn't that against the bible." "Fuck me, Tim," said April Karlsson with mock seriousness. She was naked once more in Tim's bed. Another Sunday of sinful lust after church and lies to her Father. April knew this was the last time she'd ever see Tim. He had already sucked and bitten her huge tits while finger-fucking her sopping wet cunt. But there was something she wanted specifically, another try at anal sex. There'd been no need to say that directly to Tim. Not when she went to her knees to suck his lovely cock. April thought it the best she'd seen, a small sample but that didn't stop her making a real effort to pleasure Tim. He must have known it was their last time. She'd happily been fellating him, less sinful in terms of pre-marital sex, when he'd taken control of her. April was a little worried and, yet, thrilled that he'd held her head so firmly as he'd started to drive his manly cock into her mouth. Her cunt was fresh-shaved and she had eagerly spread her legs when Tim had wanted to eat her. Not for the first time she felt like screaming as she sputtered wetness over his face as Tim licked her in the most exquisite way. Her orgasms had been so intense once she'd gotten aroused enough to play with her own tits, squeezing her nipples each time she started to build. Panting heavily, she'd been excited when Tim had grabbed a condom. The younger of the two sisters, April already knew how amazing sex could be. That was thanks to Tim. If it was sinful, pre-marital pleasure April had thought of little else for days than a last chance to take his manly cock inside her body. His first thrust into her love hole had made her start cumming all over again. And when Tim, had grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs into the air, she'd imagined this was the best fucking she'd ever experience. April had groaned and moaned continuously as Tim had thrust deep and hard into her. Could there be a chance that one of the church boys might turn into a real man like Tim? After some rest they both knew that April was not sated. Besides, she was well aware that Tim had not cum yet. And April was determined to be a good girl who could be relied on to make her lover cum. "Here's the lube," she said as she handed the small tube to Tim. Still finding it hard to believe that church-going April could be so open about sex, Tim had felt his cock harden even more as he watched her get into position. She was chubby but her big ass was so rounded and delectable. And there was no refusing chance to get his cock in her tight hole one last time. "You're going to hell," he told April with a laugh. "It will be worth it. If you fuck my ass hard." "I'm pretty horny. If I go hard, I'll cream in your asshole." "Oh, do it Tim," April groaned. "Cum in my ass." Tim already had the tip of his cock pressing into her soft anus. He knew better this time and was prepared to go more slowly. But April felt more confident, knowing the pain was not so great as shed feared. As Tim gently thrust forward, she moved her hips to meet him, opening her tunnel slightly for him until the first stab of discomfort. "Just give me a second," she breathed as Tim momentarily eased his pressure. As April moved her hips back again, Tim felt his cock slide more easily into her tight hole. He didn't know that April had been practicing with intrusions in her bum. Nor that she was even more keen for an ass-fuck after the pleasure of her first experience. This time April did not neglect her clitoris. She'd red how touching herself would make it easier to accept the penetration of Tim's thick cock. With her big tits hanging below her, she reached back to rub herself just as Tim began to work his shaft further into her bum hole. "Oh, Holy Mary," she groaned with delight. "Fuck me, Tim." Tim was learning the advantage of starting slowly, as April's ass hole began to relax and open for him. Her body was receiving intense pleasure from his penetration, already the chubby blonde could feel a strange orgasm starting to well up. Tim felt real triumph as he began to bury his cock into the tight, young rectum. Religion could not be so bad if it produced horny young women like April. He began to work his cock in longer, deeper strokes. April was clearly cumming even though she seemed to have lost the power of speech. She almost forgot about the thick cock in her ass as her body was consumed by her first ever anal orgasm. The intensity and the strange tingling overwhelmed her and all she knew was that she wanted Tim to never stop. She would have told him that except that her brain wouldn't allow her. Now Tim began to fuck the tight ass hole properly. He'd learned that a slow start made for better anal sex. April's reaction was proof enough as her moans became louder when Tim began to ream her ass. He didn't realize the extra sensations she got from his ball sack slapping against her cunt lips as she fingered her clit. But he gripped her waist hard and began to slam his hard cock into her darkest hole. "Fuck, April, I'm gonna cum." It was meant as a warning. But April barely registered the words. With her sphincters wrapped around Tim's cock she was in a kind of earthly heaven. Tim would have agreed at how good it felt. So different to a woman's cunt. And a priceless experience to bury his cock deep in April's backdoor. That thought was enough finally to tip him over the edge. With his balls boiling and his cock like an iron poker, Tim didn't hold back. Gripping tightly, he let his climax control his actions, slamming with force into April's chunky, rounded ass. He tried to keep his eyes open, to watch the rippling of her ass cheeks as he rammed her, but that was too hard against the power of his orgasm as he pumped wad after wad of sticky, hot cock juice into the bowels of the young, church-going woman. "Fuck, that was amazing," he panted as April sank to the bed, releasing his cock from her wet, slippery ass hole. "Tim; that was the best thing ever." "I came in your ass," he muttered, still astounded by the sensation and the thought of blasting all of his cock juice into the asshole of such a sexy young woman. "I know. I love that," she replied with a grin, content that even her slutty older sister had never been so bold as that. It was a day April would never forget. She rolled over, her ass full of semen. How glorious and wicked it was to make a man blow his load into her big ass. She was thinking of that as she lay with her juicy tits displayed for the wonderful Tim. It felt good to show her naked body to a man who was not her husband. And she felt gratitude, even, for Tim who'd given her that most amazing experience. But there was no other emotion. She'd contravened the church's teachings for one reason only and now she had completed her quest. "Father will expect me home soon," she reminded him with a smile. Tim was left to wonder whether he'd ever again get his hand on tits like April's. Or find a new girlfriend who was so eager for the wicked, sinful pleasures of anal sex. To be continued. Based on a post by m jar 65, for Literotica.

Noua viziune a Strategiei Naționale de Apărare. Ce înseamnă „independență solidară”?

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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 17, 2025 23:52

Strategia Națională de Apărare a Țării pentru perioada 2025-2030 a fost lansată în dezbatere publică de președintele Nicușor Dan. În documentul publicat de Administrația Prezidențială se propune conceptul-cheie de „independență solidară”. La ce se referă acest concept? Ce aduce nou acest document față de precedentele strategii? L-am întrebat pe Marius Ghincea, analist de politică externă și de securitate.Marius Ghincea: „Independenţa solidară este definită destul de vag şi imprecis. Ce pare să fi înţeles autorii acestui concept din strategie este că trebuie să avem capacitatea de a ne decide singuri preferinţele şi de a le urma fără a fi dependenţi neapărat de sprijinul aliat, fie american, fie european, atunci cînd interesele noastre nu sînt de aceeaşi factură cu cele ale aliaţilor noştri. Dar – şi aici intervine a doua componentă a acestui concept, cea de solidaritate –, atunci cînd este nevoie şi ni se cere, să fim solidari cu aliaţii, presupunînd că şi aliaţii sînt solidari cu noi. În spaţiul public în ultimele zile, atît eu cît şi alţi analişti de politică externă şi de securitate am criticat acest concept care este prea nedefinit, este insuficient dezvoltat pentru a putea face clar ce înseamnă să fii independent. Independent faţă de cine? Faţă de Rusia, faţă de China? Sau faţă de SUA şi faţă de Europa? Cum se leagă asta de parteneriatul nostru strategic cu SUA, de apartenenţa noastră la NATO şi la UE şi cum traducem asta în fapte concrete? La fel şi din perspectiva solidarităţii: solidaritate noi pentru ceilalţi, ceilalţi pentru noi sau în mod reciproc? Au apărut deja comentarii în spaţiul public că această referire la independenţă pare să fie destul de aproape de limbajul extremei drepte.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral! O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei Martin Un produs Radio România Cultural

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Helping the Karlssons: Part 3

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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 17, 2025

Helping the Karlssons: Part 3. Variations, before the church girls return to Father. Based on a post by m jar 65. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Do you like girls touching you?" asked Summer as she ran her fingertips over the shaft. Tim simply smiled in reply and she traced her fingers over his ridges and veins. "I've never really looked at a man's cock before," she murmured. "Yours looks gorgeous." That compliment caused Tim's cock to pulse and harden. Summer did not miss the effect her words and touch had on him. But her eyes were on a new prize. "Can I touch your balls? I don't want to hurt them;” Excited by the idea, knowing it was Summer's first time, Tim gently moved her hand lower. His girlfriend had rarely shown interest in touching his balls. Every male knew the pleasure of a soft touch on his scrotum. Summer followed his lead, gently running the tips of her fingers over the soft, hairy skin of his sack. It was her first time to touch a boy there and she was excited and, yet, still concerned. "Is this Okay?" she asked tentatively. Tim responded by curling her fingers, cupping her hand around the precious pouch. Summer carefully applied a little pressure, nervous that she not cause any pain. "Oh, wow! I can feel them," she gasped. "So hard;” Summer loved the way his balls felt, hard inside the soft skin, warm to the touch and, she knew, full of wonderful manly semen that attested to the power of the male. She was intoxicated by being permitted to touch Tim in such an intimate place. She wanted to do something more to please him. "Don't you want to cum now?" "What if I cum on your face?" feeling wicked and lucky at the same time. This was something of a test for them both. Tim had never dared ask this of a woman. Summer was a wild and sexy young woman who seemed open to trying anything. But perhaps he was going too far. Her look of shock made Tim far she was ready to flee. "That's so dirty," she giggled. "But if you want to do it;” "Let’s get you ready first," he said, trying to sound gallant. "Let me lick your cunt again." Summer had no reason to argue. She thought of Tim was a real man and his willingness to give pleasure with his mouth seemed to prove it. The chance to have more of his tongue on her sex was too great to pass up. "Oh, sweet Lord," she moaned as his tongue pierced her swollen lips to find the tip of her hardened clit. Tim was learning how much he enjoyed the taste of a woman's cunt. The fact she was his daughter's boss, a good church-going girl, only made it hotter to be thrusting his tongue into her soaking hole and sucking on her straining clit. "I can't take any more, Tim. You have to stop. I need you to cum." He relented then, leaving her gasping down breaths as she recovered from the exertions. It made her beautiful chest heave up and down and Tim wanted to suck on his nipples again. "I have to get home," she breathed. "Father will be upset. But first I want you to cum." Summer Karlsson had watched enough porn, secretly and even hidden from her sister, to know how men liked to cum on a girl's face. She had marveled at other women seemingly enjoying the experience of taking a load of semen on their faces. She'd never imagined it to be degrading, somehow it felt more like deference to a man who was special enough. Tim was a wonderful lover. Or so she thought. And, besides, he'd asked her to give this act to him. Still panting, Summer went to her knees beside his bed. She hoped that her sweet face and her sexy, curvy body would be enough for Tim. Surely he was more than horny enough? Tim could not believe his luck. No woman he'd fucked till now would ever have agreed to this. And Summer looked so sweet and ready, her cute smile and her blonde hair. Her juicy C-cups hung so nicely as she waited for him, kneeling and passive. He stood before Summer, like her imagining that his cock looked powerful as it hovered over her. "You have an impressive cock," she told him. Tim didn't ask permission again before he started stroking himself as the church girl watched closely. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, as if the young woman needed encouragement. Summer was right and he was super horny. And he was beside himself with the opportunity. Tim had watched a lot more porn that her. She was right that a facial was dirty. But in the best of ways. He loved the idea that a woman could be so hungry that she'd take his cum on her pretty face. And Summer really wanted it. She was kneeling in front of him, waiting with a smile and a wicked look in her eye. "I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "So much." At that instant, his cock spasmed and the first blast of his hot cum spewed out. Fortunately, Summer had just enough time to blink as that first missile was launched at her. A long rope of white cum flew through the air and over her, landing on her face and draping a lovely, thick line of cock juice over her blonde hair and down over one eye and one cheek. For some reason, she opened her mouth at the same time. Not that it mattered either way because in another instant a fresh blast of semen sprayed on her forehead and the side of her head. It was primal and Summer felt so wonderfully dirty. She was impressed by the power of Tim's orgasm. It shocked her a little to realize how much he was cumming, being covered by the healthy contents of his balls. She was thrilled when one blast half-landed in her mouth but it didn't stop there. Tim was almost oblivious to everything but the incredible sensation of his orgasm and the unbelievable sight of his own semen blasts splashing onto the face of a willing, sexy young woman. He had no real control of the direction of his blasts. But his pleasure was more intense than ever watching Summer's face being splattered with his own cock juice. As more and more semen landed on her, Summer knew it was a dirty and disgusting act. But the feeling of semen blasting onto her face was pure delight. She told herself it was the perfect facial. It was a thrill to submit to such an intimate experience. And all the better knowing that she'd made him cum so hard. She felt every blast and every drop, exulting in her first facial. It was so much better with a man like Tim and not one of those sheepish church boys. Tim thought that she looked even more pretty with a thick covering of semen. His heart was beating hard as he surveyed his work, sticky white cum splattered in thick lumps on Summer's face, her hair and even splashes on her body. The young man had just lived out one of his greatest sexual fantasies. The wait had been worth it. He also was impressed at how well Summer had taken his cum. Then again, the sweet and sexy Summer had been the perfect woman for it. She had not objected or even flinched as he'd emptied his balls all over her face. Now she was grinning at him, joyed by his performance. "Oh, my God. Tim, that is so much," she giggled. "Where did it all come from?" He had to admit it'd been a few days since he'd relieved himself. And the repeated visits from the two blonde sisters was probably making his balls work harder. "I'm such a mess. I'll have to sneak in to the shower before Father sees me." There was no regret from Summer, none at all. She felt pride at submitting to Tim like that, at giving him ultimate pleasure. Every man wanted a woman who could be a slut when needed. Even church girls could do it. Sex before marriage was a serious taboo in her family but she already knew her likely future husband would be too boring to give her a really enjoyable fuck. And it was a triumph to know that she had made Tim empty his balls completely. She caught a glance at her face, thickly coated with a load of sticky fluid slowly dripping down. More drops had landed on her shoulders, her tits and her thighs. Summer thought she looked just like those porn stars. It required a handful of wipes to make her face respectable enough to drive home. At least she got her eye open before putting her clothes on. She gave Tim a little kiss before leaving. It was fun to know she'd taken a facial at least once when April probably would never go so far. Tim was a sweet guy who didn't judge. And now she had a one-up on her girlfriends from church. It was the next Sunday when April took her turn. Tim still wondered if the sisters were working together, planning who fucked their father's assistant and when. He was shocked to answer a knock on the door that Sunday and see April, standing there in her finest but with a look that had lust written all over it. "I was sitting in church and couldn't stop thinking about you," she said boldly. "It will be a sin to fuck you. But I told Father I'm visiting a sick friend." It took him a few moments to overcome his surprise at seeing April like that. Even in the furniture store she didn't dress so formally. Tim wondered if she'd really been thinking about fucking while sitting in church. But then he realized how many layers of clothing he'd have to remove if he was to have a Sunday fuck with the juicy April Karlsson. April had the same thought. She barely finished pressing her face to Tim's, for a long and wet kiss, before she was unbuttoning her dress as she led him to the bedroom. "I am so horny," she said with a naughty grin. "I brought the condoms. And some lube," she giggled. Tim tried to hide his shock. Was this going to be the day? Focusing his mind, he helped the young blonde undress. April was a sexy and juicy young woman. She carried a little more weight than her sister, more plump but a wonderful sight all the same. Her naked body was wonderfully curvy. And her skin was flawless. The exception was the stretch marks on her fabulous DD-sized tits. Tim knew he could never have enough of those big tits and they drew his eyes immediately she exposed them. "Fuck, April. It must be a sin. I thought your church would be against pre-marital sex." "That's what they teach us," she admitted. "But some girls don't want to be virgins when we marry. If we leave it to the boys then sex will never be good." "Then I am gonna fuck you good," he told her seriously. That was exactly what April wanted to hear. She cupped her big, blue-veined tits and jiggled them a little. She didn't notice as his cock throbbed at the sight but she heard his moan of delight. April had often thought her tits were too big. Tim's approval had changed her mind entirely. It felt good to know that a man like Tim could not resist them. Fresh from the ceremony of the church, she was feeling more naughty than usual. "Do you want to put your cock in here?" With that invitation, Tim bent forward to suck on the small, hard nipples. April moaned at the touch of his lips. Her tits were sensitive to touch but it was so incredibly better when a lovely man like Tim sucked on them. Hers were the biggest tits Tim had ever gotten his hands on. Or his cock between. He knew he was clumsy but he was excited to fuck them. Skinny women didn't have tits like April and why not take advantage? April was turned-on as he licked deep in her cleavage. She let Tim sit her on the bed in front of him. It was arousing to have her boobs used in such a way, so different to the ideas of the church about being held to the warmth of a bosom. April could not help but respond at the sight and the feel of Tim sliding his manly cock in there. Her eyes were fixed on his hard shaft thrusting between her soft orbs. "I love your big cock," she told him with a lewd grin. Tim responded by driving his cock more firmly through her soft cleavage. What a pair of tits she had! But then he thrust a little too hard and his cock sprung loose from the confines of her luscious flesh. April was quick-thinking, what was even better than a cock between her tits was to have it in her young mouth. In a flash, she wrapped her lips around him. "Are you sure sucking a cock isn't a sin?" he grunted to her. "Don't think the bible mentions oral sex anywhere," she replied with the barest pause to get the words out. Tim slowed his thrusting a little but April heard his gentle moans and felt the throbbing of his manly flesh as he greedily filled her mouth. She wanted to impress Tim, show that she was a better fuck than her older sister. And she wanted to give him something special that day. She wanted Tim so overcome with lust that he would not deny her. Tim was already thinking about something special. He hadn't told April that this would be his first ass-fuck as well. But, knowing she was super keen, he'd studied on the best technique. He removed his cock from her luscious mouth, eager to get started. "Roll over," he instructed the young, blonde woman. "On hands and knees." She complied without a word, nervous to display her holes but eager to give Tim whatever he wanted. April knew she was a little more chubby than she'd like. But she already was confident that her naked body was irresistible to any man. Tim's hands on her ass cheeks reminded her of his physical strength. She was ready to be fucked. The touch of his soft, warm tongue on her tight opening came as a shock. "What are you?" "Relax. Don't you want anal sex? This is to prepare you." April moaned with the sudden realization. It was not consent, so much, as the sound of pleasure. "I don't know if this is a sin or not," she gasped. Yes, she wanted anal sex. Tim must know how to do it. feared that he would detect an unpleasant odor. But it was deliciously naughty to have this older guy licking her ass hole. And there was no disputing the wonderful warm feeling he was sending through her nether regions. April had tried to imagine it but the sensation was so much better. It was pure delight as Tim gently pressed the tip of his tongue in that tight little place. "Tim, I want you to fuck my ass," she called out. "I really want it." April knew there was no hiding it, she was aching for the sin of taking a man in her ass. Tim felt the same way. "Roll over," he said softly. "Let’s finish getting you ready." The young woman flipped over, legs spread in anticipation. How lewd she had become. But even church girls had needs to be satisfied. And she wasn't disappointed since Tim was proud of the improvement in his oral skills. Firmly placing his mouth over her bare snatch, Tim took delight in the cries of pleasure he drew out from her. April was already soaking wet and the scent of her juices fired him up still more. He thrust his tongue into her hole and April cried out her delight. "Sweet Mary;” Tim also discovered, for the first time, that his tongue could reach the perineum of the young woman. He let his tongue wander down from her gushing hole to that smooth, soft skin. Unaware of the extra nerve endings he was stimulating, Tim gently flicked his tongue over the delightful patch that led to her warm, tight anus. The new sensations rocked April who was overcome by a series of orgasms from Tim's clever tongue. So distracted was she that April did not flinch when she felt a finger pressing against her asshole. After his eager licking, her hole was nicely softened and pliant. Tim pressed the tip of one finger into her passage and heard April's groans suddenly grow louder. He still didn't know for sure if she could take his cock in there. But slowly he worked more of his finger into her tight hole, gently thrusting back and forth while he ate her cunt. She was writhing and groaning and Tim knew the hot young slut would want still more. "Fuck me, Tim. Fuck me," she said, as if on cue. "Go on your hands and knees," he told her as he grabbed a condom. April felt a new surge of excitement. Bing fucked from behind. She had wanted that so much. Porn stars always seemed to delight in that position. She'd red that it allowed the man to thrust more of his cock into the woman. Most of all, April was keen because it seemed so primal. She wondered if her sister let boys have sex in this position. The first touch of his cock against her cunt hole was incredible. "Yes, Tim. Put it in me." She was so wet that Tim easily slipped the head of his cock into her cunt. Thrusting firmly, he encountered none of the barrier of that first time. The only resistance to his penetration was the natural tightness of her young hole. But her generous ass and shapely waist gave him the tools he needed. Her pale, rounded ass was spread to expose her backdoor. Tim watched it closely as he gripped April and with a few thrusts buried his cock fully inside the once innocent young woman. "Oh, Lord. I love your cock in me," she cried. Careful not to damage her, Tim started slowly as he fucked April. It was a delight to feel every single inch of his cock as it slid back and forth in her soaking hole. But her moans of delight soon urged him on. Taking a firmer grip, he began to increase the speed of his fucking, only to make April start to cum noisily. "Do it, Tim, Do it; fuck me," April had craved being filled by Tim's lovely cock. His thickness made her whole cunt throb with pleasure. But there was no substitute for a proper fucking she already knew. His cock moving in and out of her hole was the most exquisite experience. The repeated thrusting and stretching was making her cum with amazing intensity. She loved his withdrawal each time since she knew he was about to jam his cock deep inside her again. She was convinced that the older girls had the right idea, sex before marriage was the only way to really be sure one could experience the pure pleasure of being fucked. April as alive to every sensation. It was an added delight to feel his balls slapping against her cunt lips as he thrust. In a frenzy of sinful lust, she started to cum freely. Tim got bolder, starting to thrust harder, trying to make those big tits really bounce. April almost screamed her delight at having a hard cock rammed into her cunt. And she loved the way her nipples grazed against the bed as he humped her harder. Tim held her tight, watching her ass ripple as each thrust into the cunt of the pretty, church-going girl. He was even grateful for the condom since it seemed to help in delaying his own climax. Not yet able to read April's young body, he kept on fucking her, taking all the pleasures of unadulterated fucking until he figured that April needed a rest. "Don't stop, Tim. Don't stop," she groaned at him. For Tim, this was the ultimate opportunity. Such a chance might never appear again. He grabbed the lube and made the final prep for his first ever anal fuck. Quickly he smeared a thick lump of clear gel over his sheathed cock. "Ready to try anal? You sure now?" "Sweet Mary, yes. Put it in there." "You should rub your clit while we do this," advised Tim, relying on his limited education. But April had no intention of touching her clit right then. Feeling Tim spreading her big round cheeks, she braced herself. It was the moment of no return she told herself as she felt the head of his cock against her tight opening. April was certain she was prepared for what came next. She knew, from her own experimentation, that anal could hurt, at first. But she'd learned that the discomfort soon turned to a deep, warm pleasure. "Do it, Tim. Fuck my ass." Tim was surprised at how easily the head disappeared between those fleshy cheeks. He had no idea what size toys April might have used back there. But she hadn't flinched. Being the older man, trying to show his prowess, he decided to insert the first inch of his rock-hard cock. He heard April gasp at the sudden pain and froze. "No, no," she gasped to him. "Don't stop. Just go slow for me." This was one hot bitch, Tim knew. His thick, hard cock would take some getting used to in that tight hole but April was still eager. He paused for a few moments, knowing he was not going to get less hard but waiting for the virgin anus to adjust to his penetration. April had known the initial penetration would hurt but this was no worse than using her hair brush. Already she was excited by the feeling of a real cock, so hard and hot, wedged in her asshole. He was so big and she could feel the fabulous sensations as his cock stimulated those hidden nerve endings. "More," she urged. "Just go slow." Tim quickly discovered that things worked better if he withdrew slightly to give himself room for another gentle thrust. It seemed that each time he did that, April's hole opened a little more and more of his cock forced its way inside her ass. April was well aware of how far Tim was penetrating her bum. Each time he pressed forward she felt the pain of the sudden stretching. But each time seemed to hurt a little less. The heat and the hardness in her rectum was incredible, she loved it so much already. The way she felt that cock was so different to her cunt. And she knew she wanted the whole thing. "Okay, I'm going to fuck you now," Tim warned her, his self-control much weakened by the sight of half his cock buried in April's ass. April could not stop herself from grunting as Tim began slowly to ream her back channel. It was wondrous to feel the length of his cock sliding in her ass, invading her most private place. There was still pain, to be sure, but it was fading. She already knew that the pleasure of being fucked in her ass was going to overwhelm all the initial discomfort. "Oh, sweet Mary. Don't stop Tim. Put the whole thing in me." She touched herself now, gently rubbing her clit so that she could take the final thrust of his thick shaft. Her tunnel was loosening and opening. This was what she knew from her self-play. The sensation of being so filled-up was even better with a real man. All the initial pain was forgotten now as her body responded so beautifully to Tim's manly meat. She'd never felt his cock so fully as when it was wedged in her bum. And the touching of her clit pushed April completely over the edge. "Christ, Tim. Fuck me. Fuck your cock in my ass; oh, I'm gonna cum." Tim was already getting almost his entire shaft into April's asshole. With a little more pushing he'd bury his cock entirely. Turned-on and feeling bold, Tim started to properly fuck the young blonde and give her rear passage a proper reaming. Somehow there was almost no resistance now, though there was still a wonderful tightness as her sphincters gripped him. She was oblivious to all that. All April knew right then was the first, momentous anal orgasm of her young life. The sweet church-going woman was being fucked up the ass and the incomparable rush of pleasure had taken over her entire body. She even dropped her hand, neglecting her clit for now as she took a man's cock deep into her bum. Tim was giving it to her now, making her big, blue-veined tits bouncing nicely beneath her. April was totally unaware of the low, groaning sounds she was making almost constantly as Tim filled her with every inch of his swollen cock. It was his first anal fuck, too. It surprised him that young April was experiencing such pleasure, Tim knew that porn stars faked it. But April was so slutty that she could take his entire cock. With each thrust now he drove into her hot, slippery asshole, from the tip to his balls. And she was still tight around his shaft. It was such a different feeling. And the orgasmic noises from the young April were so new to them both. Finally, April dropped to the bed, seemingly spent. It had been a short but amazingly intense fuck. Her entire body had felt that fucking and the thrusting of his superb cock. She sensed her asshole throbbing in a wonderful way. She couldn't even say how long Tim had reamed her ass. Her mind had been taken somewhere else by those first true anal orgasms. The only thing April knew for sure was that anal sex was as incredible and as mind-blowing as she'd been promised. She had taken a whole cock into her forbidden passage, something she was sure her sister would not have been brave enough to try. April was a good Christian girl who'd had anal sex. She loved it, sin and all. Collapsed on the bed, still panting hard, April felt so grateful to Tim for her first bum fuck. Would it be her last? Surely no boy from her church would want to do that with her. But it was time to show her appreciation to the wonderful older guy. "That was the most amazing ever," she gasped to him. "You felt so good in there. Did you like it, too? Was it Okay for you?" Still throbbing, still recovering from the ecstasy, April was anxious to do something special for Tim. "But you have to cum," she panted. "Let me do something for you." "I want to cum in your mouth," he said with confidence as he removed the condom. April was in agreement, rolling off the bed to her knees. This was, after all, the "correct" way to receive a man's cum. "Start with your hand," Tim instructed her. Her inexperience hardly mattered. His cock was ready to burst after being buried fully in her asshole. The sweet, plump April closed one hand around his hard shaft, noting once more the power of a man's cock. She tried to follow his gentle instructions, knowing she was still clumsy in the art of a hand job. But the leaking of clear fluid from his pee hole told April that she was doing something right. And Tim soon confirmed that. "Okay, put the tip in your mouth while you jerk me." April ignored the taste of the condom as she closed her lips around him. She was ready for the sudden blast and the flood of warm fluid filling her mouth. Tim was enjoying her soft, young touch too much to hold back. "I'm gonna cum," he announced, only part in warning. Almost too quickly, the first blast exploded in her young mouth. But April swallowed quickly, excited by the experience of a man's cock throbbing and pulsing in her mouth. It surely was wrong to swallow semen but that only made it more desirable. April sucked on him, as if that was needed to empty Tim's balls. He tried to thrust deeper but at least her hand round his base gave her a little protection. She exulted in the feeling and the sounds of his wonderful orgasm. And she savored the strange taste of his fluid as it rolled across her tongue and down her throat. April had experienced the ultimate taboo. She would have preferred to luxuriate in her sinful triumph. The older girls sometimes gave their virginity away before their wedding day. No matter what the church said, they were convinced that was the key to a happy marriage. But her Father would be wondering what was taking so long about visiting a sick friend. She took wipes from her bag, letting Tim watch as she cleaned both front and back. Dressed once more, a sweet church-going young woman. Mr. Karlsson called Tim into his office the next day for a meeting. He laid everything out. As Summer had predicted, her father had decided he should help a fellow member of the church with a long-term job. He was asking Tim to finish up after the following week. Tim's first thought was relief that Mr. Karlsson had said nothing about his daughters. He didn't mind about the job so much. Working in a furniture store seemed a dead-end to Tim. If he didn't find another job straight away he could move back with his parents for a while. There were no hard feelings towards Mr. Karlsson. After all, Tim had literally been fucking both his blonde, sweet, church-going daughters. And the old guy had softened the bad news by offering to pay Tim a month's salary. The other thing that happened was suddenly the sisters made themselves scarce around the office. Tim hardly saw them for his final two weeks. He figured that they'd gotten the same news as him. Did that mean they'd lost interest in him? Had each of them aimed to seduce him as rebellion against their father so that, now, he was no longer a prize? Tim knew that he could never understand the thinking of the two blonde sisters. He figured that was the end of his sexual exploration with the two young church-goers. It wasn't so bad, he'd had fantastic sex for a guy his age and it was better to end things before he got dragged in too far. He'd only dreamed of meeting a woman so free about sex and now he'd met two of them. Two sisters, at that. They seemed willing to ignore the teachings of their church. But Tim had no desire to get mixed up with a religious family. It was his second last night at the furniture store when Summer surprised him. Mr. Karlsson had left early to attend to other business. In spite of his choices, he trusted young Tim. He was about to close up the shop when the older daughter came in to the manager's office. "I had to give you a proper farewell," she said with a naughty grin. "And I have to thank you for helping my sister. Taking her virginity." She sidled up to Tim and her lust was plain. He didn't think the office was the best place for sex, no matter how horny Summer might be. But she had grown even more confident about her sexuality and her appeal to men. Before Tim could say a word. Summer was unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her bare tits. "I thought I would give you a going away present," she said, still grinning. His cock sprang to attention at the sight of those perky C-cups. These were perfect tits. Tim did not hesitate to grope and squeeze the luscious orbs, grateful that Sumer was so eager for him to take advantage. No girlfriend had ever been so keen to show her body to him. She tried to watch him through half-closed eyes, enjoying his touch and the sight of a man so turned-on by her body. It was deliciously wrong to expose her unmarried body like that. But she had wanted to feel Tim's hands on her body one last time. Her lust had gotten the better of her. "Bite them?" she asked, almost begging. She'd felt so naughty when she'd asked Tim the first time. But she'd known she wanted to try it. Only too willing to oblige, Tim pulled up a chair and sat before the young blonde before clamping his teeth down on her left tit. The nipple was hard amongst the warm, soft flesh. "Harder," she urged him. "Hurt me, Tim." She leaned into him as Tim switched to the other tit. The sucking and the biting were exquisite. Tim was more confident this time and her body was responding more strongly than she'd expected. Her pussy was getting wetter by the moment. She knew he'd leave marks on her skin but Summer was prepared for that. Her breathing was fast and raged and she could not help moaning softly. When his tongue flicked her nipples, Summer suddenly realized how close she was to her release. "Don't stop," she begged him. "Tim, more." He didn't understand women enough to read the cues. But Tim knew this was his last chance and he happily mauled and bit her firm, bouncy tits as he listened to Summer's moaning and gasping. He was sure it was hurting her but, after all, that's what Summer had asked for. And when her sounds changed, and her body tensed just a little, he was surprised to discover that the sweet young woman was cumming from having her tits abused. "Oh, shit," she muttered as the slight tremors passed through her body. "Oh, Tim. You just made me cum," she confirmed. "That was incredible." And then the pretty blonde was sinking to her knees. Her orgasm had been a surprise but that was not her mission this night. She was pulling at his belt and his fly. All her friends from the church agreed, their future husbands would be straight-laced and only interested in missionary sex. But Summer enjoyed having a cock kin her mouth as much as any of her church friends. "I just want to thank you," she said, holding his thick shaft in her small hand. "For fucking my sister." Tim would have argued. But already she had his cock in her mouth. Those lips that sang hymns on Sundays felt so good around his shaft. Holding the base firmly, she soon had his cock slathered with her spit as she bobbed her head in his lap. Tim could see her bare tits shaking as she worked his cock. He wondered if Summer really could be as religious as she tried to show. But that didn't stop him placing his hands on her blonde head and guiding her up and down the length of his thick cock. Momentarily she released him. Looking satisfied with her work, the devout Summer looked up at the older guy. "You have a great cock. Will you cum in my mouth? I want to taste you one last time." Tim had no argument. His cock was ready to burst. Summer's soft mouth could not have felt better as she resumed her bobbing. His hips were starting to move now as he thought about fucking her church-going mouth. And Summer was remarkably skilled for someone so inexperienced, it seemed she really loved her work. "I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "Cum in your mouth." Summer heard the warning. Of course she responded by stroking the base of his cock and working her lips still harder over him. Being religious meant nothing compared to wonder of making a man explode with lust into her mouth. Tim would have drowned her with cum if he could. The sight of her mouth on his cock was an inspiration. His girlfriends had only occasionally sucked him to completion. None had ever knelt like that, eagerly trying to extract the contents of his balls. And somehow her mouth felt perfect. It was only moments before he blasted the first wad of semen hard into the young mouth. With a loud groan he followed that with another burst of hot cum. His cock was throbbing with each blast. There was no better place to drain his balls than the mouth of the dirty, sinful Summer/ And she was delighted, greedily swallowing each load as it sprayed across her tongue and slid down her throat. There was something spiritual in the way a man's cock pulsed and the power of his unleashing. She knew how precious were the contents of his balls even as she swallowed them. Most of all, like her church friends, she could not get enough of the control that a woman had whenever a man's cock was in her mouth. Only when he'd finished pulsing did she stop, when she was sure there was no more semen to suck from his amazing organ. He was still hard, of course, and just as impressive to her eye. What a shame that the church did not allow more of this kind of joy. "That's the last one," she said to him gently, a note of pride strong in her voice. Summer knew that she had the potential to be a fantastic lover. But it would never happen with Tim. Climbing to her feet, she gave him one last smile. Then she was buttoning her shirt as she turned to leave. Tim watched the retreat of her sexy, pert ass and those killer legs. Sodom Style. "Isn't this called sodomy? Isn't that against the bible." "Fuck me, Tim," said April Karlsson with mock seriousness. She was naked once more in Tim's bed. Another Sunday of sinful lust after church and lies to her Father. April knew this was the last time she'd ever see Tim. He had already sucked and bitten her huge tits while finger-fucking her sopping wet cunt. But there was something she wanted specifically, another try at anal sex. There'd been no need to say that directly to Tim. Not when she went to her knees to suck his lovely cock. April thought it the best she'd seen, a small sample but that didn't stop her making a real effort to pleasure Tim. He must have known it was their last time. She'd happily been fellating him, less sinful in terms of pre-marital sex, when he'd taken control of her. April was a little worried and, yet, thrilled that he'd held her head so firmly as he'd started to drive his manly cock into her mouth. Her cunt was fresh-shaved and she had eagerly spread her legs when Tim had wanted to eat her. Not for the first time she felt like screaming as she sputtered wetness over his face as Tim licked her in the most exquisite way. Her orgasms had been so intense once she'd gotten aroused enough to play with her own tits, squeezing her nipples each time she started to build. Panting heavily, she'd been excited when Tim had grabbed a condom. The younger of the two sisters, April already knew how amazing sex could be. That was thanks to Tim. If it was sinful, pre-marital pleasure April had thought of little else for days than a last chance to take his manly cock inside her body. His first thrust into her love hole had made her start cumming all over again. And when Tim, had grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs into the air, she'd imagined this was the best fucking she'd ever experience. April had groaned and moaned continuously as Tim had thrust deep and hard into her. Could there be a chance that one of the church boys might turn into a real man like Tim? After some rest they both knew that April was not sated. Besides, she was well aware that Tim had not cum yet. And April was determined to be a good girl who could be relied on to make her lover cum. "Here's the lube," she said as she handed the small tube to Tim. Still finding it hard to believe that church-going April could be so open about sex, Tim had felt his cock harden even more as he watched her get into position. She was chubby but her big ass was so rounded and delectable. And there was no refusing chance to get his cock in her tight hole one last time. "You're going to hell," he told April with a laugh. "It will be worth it. If you fuck my ass hard." "I'm pretty horny. If I go hard, I'll cream in your asshole." "Oh, do it Tim," April groaned. "Cum in my ass." Tim already had the tip of his cock pressing into her soft anus. He knew better this time and was prepared to go more slowly. But April felt more confident, knowing the pain was not so great as shed feared. As Tim gently thrust forward, she moved her hips to meet him, opening her tunnel slightly for him until the first stab of discomfort. "Just give me a second," she breathed as Tim momentarily eased his pressure. As April moved her hips back again, Tim felt his cock slide more easily into her tight hole. He didn't know that April had been practicing with intrusions in her bum. Nor that she was even more keen for an ass-fuck after the pleasure of her first experience. This time April did not neglect her clitoris. She'd red how touching herself would make it easier to accept the penetration of Tim's thick cock. With her big tits hanging below her, she reached back to rub herself just as Tim began to work his shaft further into her bum hole. "Oh, Holy Mary," she groaned with delight. "Fuck me, Tim." Tim was learning the advantage of starting slowly, as April's ass hole began to relax and open for him. Her body was receiving intense pleasure from his penetration, already the chubby blonde could feel a strange orgasm starting to well up. Tim felt real triumph as he began to bury his cock into the tight, young rectum. Religion could not be so bad if it produced horny young women like April. He began to work his cock in longer, deeper strokes. April was clearly cumming even though she seemed to have lost the power of speech. She almost forgot about the thick cock in her ass as her body was consumed by her first ever anal orgasm. The intensity and the strange tingling overwhelmed her and all she knew was that she wanted Tim to never stop. She would have told him that except that her brain wouldn't allow her. Now Tim began to fuck the tight ass hole properly. He'd learned that a slow start made for better anal sex. April's reaction was proof enough as her moans became louder when Tim began to ream her ass. He didn't realize the extra sensations she got from his ball sack slapping against her cunt lips as she fingered her clit. But he gripped her waist hard and began to slam his hard cock into her darkest hole. "Fuck, April, I'm gonna cum." It was meant as a warning. But April barely registered the words. With her sphincters wrapped around Tim's cock she was in a kind of earthly heaven. Tim would have agreed at how good it felt. So different to a woman's cunt. And a priceless experience to bury his cock deep in April's backdoor. That thought was enough finally to tip him over the edge. With his balls boiling and his cock like an iron poker, Tim didn't hold back. Gripping tightly, he let his climax control his actions, slamming with force into April's chunky, rounded ass. He tried to keep his eyes open, to watch the rippling of her ass cheeks as he rammed her, but that was too hard against the power of his orgasm as he pumped wad after wad of sticky, hot cock juice into the bowels of the young, church-going woman. "Fuck, that was amazing," he panted as April sank to the bed, releasing his cock from her wet, slippery ass hole. "Tim; that was the best thing ever." "I came in your ass," he muttered, still astounded by the sensation and the thought of blasting all of his cock juice into the asshole of such a sexy young woman. "I know. I love that," she replied with a grin, content that even her slutty older sister had never been so bold as that. It was a day April would never forget. She rolled over, her ass full of semen. How glorious and wicked it was to make a man blow his load into her big ass. She was thinking of that as she lay with her juicy tits displayed for the wonderful Tim. It felt good to show her naked body to a man who was not her husband. And she felt gratitude, even, for Tim who'd given her that most amazing experience. But there was no other emotion. She'd contravened the church's teachings for one reason only and now she had completed her quest. "Father will expect me home soon," she reminded him with a smile. Tim was left to wonder whether he'd ever again get his hand on tits like April's. Or find a new girlfriend who was so eager for the wicked, sinful pleasures of anal sex. To be continued. Based on a post by m jar 65, for Literotica.

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 2

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 16, 2025

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 2 The Women of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Discrete Services. "Wait; Mrs. Bateman; she paid to have sex with me?" "Yes, Todd." "I don't believe it; She's beautiful, I'd have fucked her for free! Any guy would!" "True, but she's married and discretion is of vital importance. That is half of what she's paying for. A great fuck is the other half. And she said it was worth every penny. In fact she wants to come back next Friday, same time." As I stood there trying to come to grips with this revelation, Mrs. Bateman knelt on the bed, her face pressed into the wet sheets. She inhaled the scent and moaned. I glanced over and saw far enough under her skirt to see she was wearing thigh high stockings rather than pantyhose. I stepped closer and lifted her skirt. She was panty-less. I touched her pussy and found she was very wet. Management Appreciation. "God, Mrs. Bateman, your pussy is soaking wet! Would you like me to fuck it?" I said playfully. "Would you, Todd? That would be so nice." I fucked her from behind as she cooed encouragement. "Oh, that's so good Todd. You have such a big cock. You really are such a nice boy. Yes, just like that. Fuck me, Todd, fuck me good. Oh yes." Despite the vigorous sex with Diane, I had no trouble getting stiff for my mentor, which is what I realized she was. And I was thoroughly enjoying fucking her. Holding her hips and thrusting into her was nice and I could watch my cock sliding in and out. I could see her pussy stretching to accept my cock and when I pulled back, it was covered in her wetness. "Spank me, Todd." "What?" "Spank me!" she said more forcefully. "Spank my ass with your palm." I did and she swore. "Harder!" I smacked her and she yelped. "Yes! That's it! Again! Yes! Not too hard and not too often, okay? You start with a small, light smack and wait to see if she likes it. God, you feel good. Okay, slow it down a bit. That's it, that's it; Yes; Now, I want you to pull out and then press it in slowly. Oh yes, just like that. No, don't shove it in, just ease the tip in; and out; and in...Oh yes, that good. Keep that up for a bit." This felt incredible! The sensation of repeated penetration was amazing but the stimulation was going to make me cum. "I'm going to cum, Mrs. Bateman!" She turned and faced me, grabbing my cock and thrusting it into her mouth and her hands stroked and caressed me. I shot my load into her mouth as she locked her eyes with mine. It was wild, cumming as I stared into her eyes. This time when she'd drained me, she leaned back a bit lifting and cradling her tits. She opened her mouth. Cum flowed over her lips, down her chin, and dripped onto her tits. As I watched she played with it. She ran her fingers through it and then rubbed it into her skin like lotion. And she was smiling wickedly the whole time. We showered, put on robes, and had dinner. Later I changed and went home to await Mom's nightly check-in. After that, I returned to Mrs. Bateman's and we slept in her bed. No sex, just cuddling, kissing, and talking. And it was wonderful. The next morning I awoke with my typical morning woodie and my first thought was to try and fuck the woman sleeping next to me. However she had other ideas and gave me my first titty-fuck. She sucked my cock a bit, licked it up and down, then wrapped her titties around it and stroked. It was fun. Then she laid down and I straddled her, placing my cock between her tits which she then pressed together. As I thrust back and forth she giggled and encouraged me. In a few minutes I came. She grasped my cock, closed her eyes, and directed my spurts of cum to completely cover her face. She then rubbed it around and even licked and swallowed some. She forced her eyes open and stumbled to the dresser mirror. Looking at her image she laughed. "God, that's a lot of cum!" she giggled. "It's weird I know, but I love it so!" She washed her face and shooed me off. A little later as we ate breakfast she said, "You and I are not fucking today. You need to rest up for this evening." "Why?" Sue's Asian Erotics. "You have another client coming over." "Oh?" I said, my eyebrows raising. That afternoon I went to service the Caddy and when I returned there was another car there. I went in, they were again sitting in the living room. "Good! You're here, come on in," she gestured at the other woman, "This is Sue." I noticed she did not elaborate, no last name given. "Sue, this is Todd." Sue looked at me and smiled, "Hello Todd." I smiled, "Hello." Sue was Japanese and it was difficult to guess her age but she had to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was pretty and wore her black hair long and gathered in the back. She had a nice smile and her dark eyes were obviously sizing me up. It felt awkward. Finally she stood and approached me. I stood still as she circled me, one hand gently gliding across my chest, then my back. Sue was probably 5'3". She had a rather petite figure but possessed an air of sophistication and authority. She was wearing a dark blue dress. "Yes, I believe he'll do." she said, then paused and looked at me again. "He understands what; is required? This is all discrete of course;" "Of course," Mrs. Bateman replied and fixed me with an icy stare. "He has far too much to lose." Sue nodded and headed for the stairs. Mrs. Bateman put her arm around me and kissed my neck. "Okay Todd, this is going to be a little different. Sue has fantasies. Many women do. Her's is being taken. Not raped, but you must use a little force to overcome her reluctance. Nothing brutal or violent. She will resist a little and you press on, ignoring it. But if she says 'No' or 'Stop', by god you'd better stop immediately. Do you understand?" "Yeah, I think so. She wants to pretend to resist but really wants it." "Yes." Nervously I went upstairs and knocked on the guest room door. It opened and I stepped in. Sue closed the door behind me and I heard it lock. She had removed the dress and draped it across the chair. Now she wore a small silky white camisole and panties (I would later learn they were called tap panties and resembled running shorts). She said nothing but walked slowly around and climbed onto the bed. Nervously, I began to strip. It wasn't until I was naked and turned to face that she spoke. "Olivia was right! You are big!" she said as she reached out to grasp my swelling cock. I moaned as she squeezed and tugged gently. She rose onto her knees and we kissed. She moved her head from side to side and her kisses grew more intense. I slipped my hands under her camisole but she pushed them away. "Not yet!" "Okay, no rush." I said and she backed away. "You know what to do? What I want?" "Yes, Mrs. Bateman explained." She closed her eyes and was quiet for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, begin." I rose from the bed and walked towards her. Sue turned and faced the wall. I reached out and gripped her shoulders, she flinched and said something in Japanese. I pulled her to me and she resisted. I wrapped my arms about her and kissed her neck. Sue repeated the word, it sounded like 'bango', but short and harsh. I began to slide my hands down and around her waist, she kept her arms clenched tightly over her chest. I kissed the other side of her neck and my kisses slowly climbed up into her hair, behind her ear. I whispered. "I want you; you are so beautiful; give yourself to me, please;" Sue muttered something I couldn't understand. I slid my hands around, onto her belly, my left moved up, under her camisole until her arms stopped me just below her breasts. My right then slid down into her panties. She said something like "Shinaide kudasai;" and tried to pull away. I leaned into her and pressed her against the wall. My hand had reached her mound and I felt her fur. Sue dropped one hand to grasp my wrist. My left hand slid up until it cupped her right breast. It was small but firm and she gasped. I pushed further with my right hand and my fingers found and explored her folds. She whimpered and mumbled words I couldn't make out. I continued to kiss her neck and ear. I continued to gently rub her pussy but didn't try to penetrate her for another minute or two. Slipping my hands free I grasped her shoulders and spun her around. I held her head in both hands and kissed her. She resisted, but only after a moment, turning her head. I then kissed that side of her face, her neck and shoulder. Her chin rose as she mumbled something at the ceiling. I kissed her exposed throat and she seemed to tremble a little. I kissed further down her throat to her chest, as far as the camisole . My hand sliding down to her waist, over her hips and onto her thighs. Then, very slowly, my kisses rose upwards to her throat and mouth. This time when I kissed her lips she didn't resist. She didn't participate in the kiss, she merely allowed it. My hands, as they rose from her hips slid under her camisole and it lifted. She tried to back away but was against the wall. As my hands reached her armpits I lifted her arms over her head, the camisole following, her breasts exposed as the silk covered her face. Sue was petite and her breasts were small but firm. Her nipples seemed abnormally large in comparison and were stiff and erect in the center of small, dark red areola. I lowered my head and covered them in kisses. Sue continued to mutter in Japanese as I held her arms up. My kisses then roamed higher, up her throat. I kissed her mouth again, shielded by the silk. This time she hesitated then participated in the kiss, her lips moving with mine. I began to slide my hands higher carrying the camisole over her head ever so slowly. I stopped with the silk covering her eyes but our lips met. The kiss was longer and deeper and ever so slowly she seemed to yield more and more. I now had a raging hard on and wanted her badly. I lifted the camisole higher and she pulled her arms free, immediately covering her breasts. I scooped her up and spun, dropping her on the bed. Before she could react, I grabbed her panties and pulled them down and off. She clamped her legs together with one hand over her pussy, the other arm over her breasts. Sue was pleading in Japanese as I grasped her knees and forced her legs open. I peeled her hand away and kissed her dark furred mound, then nuzzled my way down to her wet folds. And Sue was wet. Very wet. As my tongue worked its way in between her lips to lap her juices, Sue moaned loudly. I forced myself to slow down and remember my lessons. I focused on exploring her pussy, ignoring her clitoris. I licked her slit from bottom to top and teased her by trying to thrust my tongue into her. Sue had one hand on my head as if to push me away, though she didn't try very hard. She continued to mutter and mumble and even squeeze with her legs as I caressed her thighs and hips. Finally she ceased altogether as I brought her clitoris into play. Her moans grew louder and her hips started rocking. I waited until she seemed really close and then started sucking on her clit, and flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue. Sue started babbling and pawing at my head with both hands. Then her legs began to tremble and quiver, she thrust her hips upwards and cried out. "Hai! Hai! Hai! Ah!" She tensed up, her body rigid yet her muscles trembling, then collapsed. Seizing the opportunity I grabbed my cock and pressed the tip between her lips. Sue's eyes flew open. "Dame, dame, dame!" she begged. I thrust into her and we both cried out. Damn she was tight. Soaking wet but tight. I pulled back and thrust again. Again Sue cried out, I pulled back and thrust again and again and again as she cried and squeezed her breasts. As I thrust faster and faster she panted, the first words in English since we started. "Too much! Oh god! Too much, too much! Oh god!" I was afraid she was about to stop me but she didn't. Instead she grasped my right hand and placed it on her throat. I didn't expect this and, confused, I slowed down. Sure reached up and grabbed me by the throat with both hands. "Fuck me!" she whispered then uttered a stream of harsh sounding Japanese. Okay, well if this is what she wants; I thrust harder and faster and her grip weakened and then failed. I forcibly kissed her without any reaction from her. I was pounding her pussy and she was wailing and crying. She didn't say anything but suddenly I felt her body stiffen and her pussy spasmed around my cock. It was like a fist was squeezing it. I exploded, my cum spurting out and filling her. After what seemed ages, she went limp. I sat up and as I pulled out, a flood of cum flowed out and down. I watched it for a moment then lay down next to her. After a few minutes she stirred. Her hands explored her body, down to her pussy. She rolled to face me. Scooting close she whispered in my ear. "That was incredible; But I have one more favor to ask." "What's that?" "To conclude my fantasy, I need you to bathe with me." Okay... The guest bedroom we were using had its own full bath which included a big tub. Sue and I bathed together and even fucked again, albeit nice and slow. She dressed and then paused at the door. Turning she cupped my face in her hand. "This; was very important to me. I cannot explain why. Just know you have pleased me. Greatly. I will not be back; but I am happy to have had this; affair. Goodbye Todd." She handed me a thick envelope and left. I waited a minute and then dressed and went downstairs. Mrs. Bateman was sitting at the kitchen table. "She said you were perfect. She said she was happy, satisfied and sore." "What was all that about?" I asked. "I believe she was exorcising a demon from her past." Mrs. Bateman replied. "Something she wanted to revisit." "Well it sure was different." "Tell me everything, Todd, and while you do I'll fix you some dinner." Later I dashed home for Mom's 9PM call and then went back to Mrs. Bateman's. We slept together but didn't fuck. She did end up giving me a great blow job before I fell asleep. Mammary Mary. The next couple of days were spent working on her rent house for a few hours and then after dinner, fucking. She showed me new positions and taught me different techniques. We also worked on my foreplay and oral skills. My next client came on Wednesday. I was introduced to an older woman named Mary. She looked me over and, nodding, handed an envelope to Mrs. Bateman. Instead of preceding me up to the room, she took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Mary was older than anyone I had considered having sex with. She was easily fifty or fifty five. But when she dropped her dress I saw only a very sexy woman. Mary stood 5'7" in her high heels, had dark brown hair and brown eyes and an amazing figure. She stood there facing me in black stockings, panties, garter belt and bra. As she strutted across the room to me her eyes never left mine. I felt like she was stalking me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. The first kiss was about five or six seconds, the second was much longer and open mouthed. Then came tongue, but not closed mouthed French kissing. Rather it was open mouthed, her tongue teasing and enticing, dancing just out of reach. She laughed and reached down to rub my crotch. Grabbing my belt she pulled me to the bed. Mary sat and unfastened my belt and jeans then tugged them down, along with my underwear. She toyed with my swelling cock, looked up at me and smiled. She paused to remove her bra. Her tits were probably D cups but sagged, her nipples pointing downward more. Her areola were so pale they were almost invisible but her nipples were nice and long. She still said nothing at all but started stroking my cock. She had magic hands. I'd never felt anyone milk my cock like she was. Mary had a technique that was incredible and in no time I was ready to cum. I warned her that I was close, but she just smiled. "Come on then! Give it to me! Give it to me!" I grunted and came, spurting rope after rope of cum onto her chest and tits. Mary continued to milk my cock until the last drop was deposited on her skin. She stood up and stepped over to the mirror on the dresser. She stood there, admiring her image and smiling for a moment then did something totally surprising. She reached into her bag and pulled out a camera. I recognized it as a Rolleiflex. "Do you know what this is?" she asked. "Yes, my Dad has one." "Do you know how to use it?" "Sure;" "Good," she handed it to me. "Take a few pictures of my spunk covered titties." I opened the camera, took a couple, then suggested she lie on the bed and adjusted the lamp to a better angle and took a few more. She then began to run her fingers through the cum, and told me to take more pictures as she played with it. Finally she pulled her panties off and had me take a couple of photos of her pussy. Now her pussy was crowned with short, dark hair but her pussy itself was almost bare, covered only by a little fuzz and her lips were long and dark. I took a few photos and tried to get really close, but the camera wouldn't focus really close. She sat up and took the camera and placed it back in her bag. She turned and pointed to the bed. I laid down and she squatted and sat on my face, gripping the headboard. I tasted her, she wasn't as sweet as Diane but okay. I went to work and as I did she proceeded to hum. Soon she was rocking her hips a bit, then more and more. She was at last producing a fair quantity of fluids and paused to finger herself. Satisfied, she scooted down until she was over my cock, grasped it and inserted it. She short-stroked a few times until everything was good and wet and then started taking it all the way in long, slow strokes. She seemed to really like it slow and, well, what the heck? It was sex after all. So what if she was older with weird habits and tastes? I relaxed and savored the feeling of her slow ride as I caressed and squeezed her tits. "You have such a nice cock, Todd," she said and sighed as she took it all. "So nice. You like my titties? Everyone does. Go ahead and suck on them, suck hard, I don't mind. In fact I want you to suck on them till it hurts. Yes; now the other one; oh; yes; Would it shock you to know that I like it rough? That I like a little pain?" As I sucked on her tit I spanked her. Mary yelped then grinned. "Yes, please!" "Harder;" Smack. "Harder!" Whack! "Yes!" Whack! "More! Please!" Whack! Acting on impulse I grabbed her hips and rocked her forward onto her knees. With her weight off of me I started driving my cock in and out of her faster and faster. Mary's voice rose an octave or two. "Ah!" As I fucked her, my hands were squeezing her ass and I felt her puckered asshole beneath my middle finger. I pushed on it. "Oh My God! Yes! Yes! Do It!" she cried out. I pushed harder and the tip of my finger penetrated her to my first knuckle. "Oh! Oh god, oh god, oh god;" she moaned. "Spank me! Bite me! Fuck me!" I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as possible and bit down, albeit lightly, just enough for her to feel my teeth, as I spanked her with my left hand. She yelped and jerked and my finger slid in up to the second knuckle. I could feel my dick sliding in and out I pressed down towards it. ""Oh God! Gah!" she screamed and climaxed. Her body shook and tears filled her eyes. Soon she collapsed on top of me and sobbed. A few minutes passed and she regained her composure. My cock had slipped from her and slowly she rolled off and lay next to me. I rose on one elbow and brushed the hair from her face. "Are you okay?" I asked. Her mascara was streaked and her eyes were red. She sniffed and smiled. "Yes." She sighed and then took a deep breath. "I suppose I owe you an explanation;" "No. Not at all." I answered. "I want to please you and that means doing whatever you want." Mary stared at me as if I had grown horns or turned blue. She blinked a few times and shook her head. "I don't believe it. I-I thought you wanted to fuck and cum like all young guys. No one has ever been focused on me, on my wants. That's why I decided to hire a lover. But I still expected you to want to finish;" "Oh, I do. If you want to, that is. But if you get dressed and leave right now, that's okay too. I won't starve for sex." Mary smiled and touched my cock. "No, I don't suppose you would." She snuggled in close and was quiet for a minute. "Todd, if you're really telling the truth about pleasing me; Well, there is something I want to do." "Okay; What is it?" Mary got up and rummaged in her bag. She came back to the bed with her camera and a bottle of lube. "I want you to take a photo of my pussy with your cock in it." "Um; okay." "I have my own darkroom and develop all my photos myself. These photos allow me to uh; pleasure myself when I'm without a lover." Mary laid down and I played with her pussy. She encouraged me to use some lube and it did help. Then after fucking her for a minute or two, I sat up and took the photos as she'd instructed. A few with my cock all the way in, a few with it barely in, and a few with it out, just touching her lips. Mary took the camera and set it aside. She caressed and squeezed her breasts, smiling at me. "Okay, dear boy, you've been so patient and understanding. I owe you a good time. I want you to fuck me, any way you want, just as long as you cum. I want to feel you cum deep inside me, filling me with your hot spunk!" I grinned and leaned forward and picked up speed. Mary was kissing me and encouraging me. "Oh that's so good! Yes! Oh god, what a good fuck! Go on Todd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I kissed her then whispered in her ear, "Do you like it? Is it good?" "Yes!" she responded. "Are you going to climax again?" "I; I don't know;" "I want you to climax again. I want to feel you climax as I fuck you." She was quiet for a moment. "Mary, you said everyone loves your titties;" "Yes!" "Do you?" "Yes!" "Show me. Suck on them!" I rose up as she gathered her titties and began to suck on first one and then the other. I grabbed her ankles and held them up as I thrust in and out. I watched her suck and squeeze them and felt myself getting close. I drove my cock in deep and hard and held it as I came. Confined as it was, my cock struggled to spurt forth its load. With the thrust and first spurt Mary gasped. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" We stared into each other's eyes as we climaxed. It was amazing. When I'd finished and got up, Mary lay there for a minute. When she finally sat up she was smiling. "That was great, Todd." she touched my cheek gently. "You are really an amazing young man and a great lover." She stood and walked into the bathroom. "Can I see you again?" she asked, turning to face me. I looked her over. "Maybe;" I said grinning. "Answer a few questions first." Mary stepped into the bedroom and stood facing me. "Okay." "How old are you?" "Fifty-six." "What is your bra size?" "Thirty-six double D." "Did you really like it when I fingered your ass?" "Yes, absolutely. It was wild, out of bounds, scary and exciting all at once." "Mrs. Bateman says that some women like to have anal sex, especially when on their monthly; Have you tried it?" Mary bit her lip. "No; but I've thought about it." "You want to try?" "Now?" "Sure! Why not?" Mary bit her lip and shook her head. "No; I don't think I could take it. Maybe someday, but not right now." "Okay, fair enough. One last question." "Really? Oh, okay." "What do you want to do next time?" "Oh! You!" she exclaimed and threw herself on me. Mary held me down and smothered me with kisses and smashed her big titties in my face. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. I really, really needed to pee and decided to slip on my clothes and go to the master bedroom and bath. When I'd finished, Mary had gone. Mrs. Bateman handed me the envelope. I tore it open. Two hundred and fifty dollars. Holy cow! "She said you were incredible. She wants to come back in two weeks and said you'd earned a tip." Mrs. Bateman handed me another one-hundred dollar bill and kissed me. "I am proud of you Todd. You are becoming a great lover for one so new at it all. Now, I'll bet you have worked up an appetite. Come to the kitchen and tell me all about it while I fix you a steak." Sadly though, my parents returned from their vacation and although I was able to find ways to meet my clients, it became very awkward at home. Dad was clueless but I think Mom suspected something was going on. But by the end of that summer I had been able to make love to seven different women, five of them multiple times. I reluctantly packed my bags and went off to college. I settled into the dorm life and tried to focus on adjusting to this new life and new challenges. Classes were not as bad as I'd feared and the only real issue was my roommate. I just didn't like having a roommate at all. Due to my wild summer, I didn't feel the need to chase girls, and that allowed me to relax. For a while. One evening in early December, as I was walking from the Library to my dorm, I saw a brown '73 Caddie, Coupe de Ville idling in the parking lot. As I neared, the door opened and Mrs. Bateman got out. I met her and she hugged and kissed me. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Well two things, first my bed is empty and my pussy is lonely. I want you, Todd. I want you to fuck me all night long; and leave me exhausted, and sore." "I would love that, but I can't take you into my dorm;" "That's why I rented a hotel room." she replied. "Okay, let's go!" I said eagerly. We got in her car; and as she drove, I asked, "What was the second reason for your coming out here?" Mrs. Bateman grinned. "Well, I am trading my home for a nice big house out here. I haven't moved yet, but when I do, I was wondering if you would like to set up a room there?" I smiled. "Well, I might set up a room to entertain guests, but I'd rather spend most of my time in the Master Bedroom." Mrs. Bateman grinned evilly at me. "I was hoping you'd say that. I'd also like for you to call me Olivia." Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

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Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 2

Steamy Stories

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Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 2 The Women of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Discrete Services. "Wait; Mrs. Bateman; she paid to have sex with me?" "Yes, Todd." "I don't believe it; She's beautiful, I'd have fucked her for free! Any guy would!" "True, but she's married and discretion is of vital importance. That is half of what she's paying for. A great fuck is the other half. And she said it was worth every penny. In fact she wants to come back next Friday, same time." As I stood there trying to come to grips with this revelation, Mrs. Bateman knelt on the bed, her face pressed into the wet sheets. She inhaled the scent and moaned. I glanced over and saw far enough under her skirt to see she was wearing thigh high stockings rather than pantyhose. I stepped closer and lifted her skirt. She was panty-less. I touched her pussy and found she was very wet. Management Appreciation. "God, Mrs. Bateman, your pussy is soaking wet! Would you like me to fuck it?" I said playfully. "Would you, Todd? That would be so nice." I fucked her from behind as she cooed encouragement. "Oh, that's so good Todd. You have such a big cock. You really are such a nice boy. Yes, just like that. Fuck me, Todd, fuck me good. Oh yes." Despite the vigorous sex with Diane, I had no trouble getting stiff for my mentor, which is what I realized she was. And I was thoroughly enjoying fucking her. Holding her hips and thrusting into her was nice and I could watch my cock sliding in and out. I could see her pussy stretching to accept my cock and when I pulled back, it was covered in her wetness. "Spank me, Todd." "What?" "Spank me!" she said more forcefully. "Spank my ass with your palm." I did and she swore. "Harder!" I smacked her and she yelped. "Yes! That's it! Again! Yes! Not too hard and not too often, okay? You start with a small, light smack and wait to see if she likes it. God, you feel good. Okay, slow it down a bit. That's it, that's it; Yes; Now, I want you to pull out and then press it in slowly. Oh yes, just like that. No, don't shove it in, just ease the tip in; and out; and in...Oh yes, that good. Keep that up for a bit." This felt incredible! The sensation of repeated penetration was amazing but the stimulation was going to make me cum. "I'm going to cum, Mrs. Bateman!" She turned and faced me, grabbing my cock and thrusting it into her mouth and her hands stroked and caressed me. I shot my load into her mouth as she locked her eyes with mine. It was wild, cumming as I stared into her eyes. This time when she'd drained me, she leaned back a bit lifting and cradling her tits. She opened her mouth. Cum flowed over her lips, down her chin, and dripped onto her tits. As I watched she played with it. She ran her fingers through it and then rubbed it into her skin like lotion. And she was smiling wickedly the whole time. We showered, put on robes, and had dinner. Later I changed and went home to await Mom's nightly check-in. After that, I returned to Mrs. Bateman's and we slept in her bed. No sex, just cuddling, kissing, and talking. And it was wonderful. The next morning I awoke with my typical morning woodie and my first thought was to try and fuck the woman sleeping next to me. However she had other ideas and gave me my first titty-fuck. She sucked my cock a bit, licked it up and down, then wrapped her titties around it and stroked. It was fun. Then she laid down and I straddled her, placing my cock between her tits which she then pressed together. As I thrust back and forth she giggled and encouraged me. In a few minutes I came. She grasped my cock, closed her eyes, and directed my spurts of cum to completely cover her face. She then rubbed it around and even licked and swallowed some. She forced her eyes open and stumbled to the dresser mirror. Looking at her image she laughed. "God, that's a lot of cum!" she giggled. "It's weird I know, but I love it so!" She washed her face and shooed me off. A little later as we ate breakfast she said, "You and I are not fucking today. You need to rest up for this evening." "Why?" Sue's Asian Erotics. "You have another client coming over." "Oh?" I said, my eyebrows raising. That afternoon I went to service the Caddy and when I returned there was another car there. I went in, they were again sitting in the living room. "Good! You're here, come on in," she gestured at the other woman, "This is Sue." I noticed she did not elaborate, no last name given. "Sue, this is Todd." Sue looked at me and smiled, "Hello Todd." I smiled, "Hello." Sue was Japanese and it was difficult to guess her age but she had to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was pretty and wore her black hair long and gathered in the back. She had a nice smile and her dark eyes were obviously sizing me up. It felt awkward. Finally she stood and approached me. I stood still as she circled me, one hand gently gliding across my chest, then my back. Sue was probably 5'3". She had a rather petite figure but possessed an air of sophistication and authority. She was wearing a dark blue dress. "Yes, I believe he'll do." she said, then paused and looked at me again. "He understands what; is required? This is all discrete of course;" "Of course," Mrs. Bateman replied and fixed me with an icy stare. "He has far too much to lose." Sue nodded and headed for the stairs. Mrs. Bateman put her arm around me and kissed my neck. "Okay Todd, this is going to be a little different. Sue has fantasies. Many women do. Her's is being taken. Not raped, but you must use a little force to overcome her reluctance. Nothing brutal or violent. She will resist a little and you press on, ignoring it. But if she says 'No' or 'Stop', by god you'd better stop immediately. Do you understand?" "Yeah, I think so. She wants to pretend to resist but really wants it." "Yes." Nervously I went upstairs and knocked on the guest room door. It opened and I stepped in. Sue closed the door behind me and I heard it lock. She had removed the dress and draped it across the chair. Now she wore a small silky white camisole and panties (I would later learn they were called tap panties and resembled running shorts). She said nothing but walked slowly around and climbed onto the bed. Nervously, I began to strip. It wasn't until I was naked and turned to face that she spoke. "Olivia was right! You are big!" she said as she reached out to grasp my swelling cock. I moaned as she squeezed and tugged gently. She rose onto her knees and we kissed. She moved her head from side to side and her kisses grew more intense. I slipped my hands under her camisole but she pushed them away. "Not yet!" "Okay, no rush." I said and she backed away. "You know what to do? What I want?" "Yes, Mrs. Bateman explained." She closed her eyes and was quiet for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, begin." I rose from the bed and walked towards her. Sue turned and faced the wall. I reached out and gripped her shoulders, she flinched and said something in Japanese. I pulled her to me and she resisted. I wrapped my arms about her and kissed her neck. Sue repeated the word, it sounded like 'bango', but short and harsh. I began to slide my hands down and around her waist, she kept her arms clenched tightly over her chest. I kissed the other side of her neck and my kisses slowly climbed up into her hair, behind her ear. I whispered. "I want you; you are so beautiful; give yourself to me, please;" Sue muttered something I couldn't understand. I slid my hands around, onto her belly, my left moved up, under her camisole until her arms stopped me just below her breasts. My right then slid down into her panties. She said something like "Shinaide kudasai;" and tried to pull away. I leaned into her and pressed her against the wall. My hand had reached her mound and I felt her fur. Sue dropped one hand to grasp my wrist. My left hand slid up until it cupped her right breast. It was small but firm and she gasped. I pushed further with my right hand and my fingers found and explored her folds. She whimpered and mumbled words I couldn't make out. I continued to kiss her neck and ear. I continued to gently rub her pussy but didn't try to penetrate her for another minute or two. Slipping my hands free I grasped her shoulders and spun her around. I held her head in both hands and kissed her. She resisted, but only after a moment, turning her head. I then kissed that side of her face, her neck and shoulder. Her chin rose as she mumbled something at the ceiling. I kissed her exposed throat and she seemed to tremble a little. I kissed further down her throat to her chest, as far as the camisole . My hand sliding down to her waist, over her hips and onto her thighs. Then, very slowly, my kisses rose upwards to her throat and mouth. This time when I kissed her lips she didn't resist. She didn't participate in the kiss, she merely allowed it. My hands, as they rose from her hips slid under her camisole and it lifted. She tried to back away but was against the wall. As my hands reached her armpits I lifted her arms over her head, the camisole following, her breasts exposed as the silk covered her face. Sue was petite and her breasts were small but firm. Her nipples seemed abnormally large in comparison and were stiff and erect in the center of small, dark red areola. I lowered my head and covered them in kisses. Sue continued to mutter in Japanese as I held her arms up. My kisses then roamed higher, up her throat. I kissed her mouth again, shielded by the silk. This time she hesitated then participated in the kiss, her lips moving with mine. I began to slide my hands higher carrying the camisole over her head ever so slowly. I stopped with the silk covering her eyes but our lips met. The kiss was longer and deeper and ever so slowly she seemed to yield more and more. I now had a raging hard on and wanted her badly. I lifted the camisole higher and she pulled her arms free, immediately covering her breasts. I scooped her up and spun, dropping her on the bed. Before she could react, I grabbed her panties and pulled them down and off. She clamped her legs together with one hand over her pussy, the other arm over her breasts. Sue was pleading in Japanese as I grasped her knees and forced her legs open. I peeled her hand away and kissed her dark furred mound, then nuzzled my way down to her wet folds. And Sue was wet. Very wet. As my tongue worked its way in between her lips to lap her juices, Sue moaned loudly. I forced myself to slow down and remember my lessons. I focused on exploring her pussy, ignoring her clitoris. I licked her slit from bottom to top and teased her by trying to thrust my tongue into her. Sue had one hand on my head as if to push me away, though she didn't try very hard. She continued to mutter and mumble and even squeeze with her legs as I caressed her thighs and hips. Finally she ceased altogether as I brought her clitoris into play. Her moans grew louder and her hips started rocking. I waited until she seemed really close and then started sucking on her clit, and flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue. Sue started babbling and pawing at my head with both hands. Then her legs began to tremble and quiver, she thrust her hips upwards and cried out. "Hai! Hai! Hai! Ah!" She tensed up, her body rigid yet her muscles trembling, then collapsed. Seizing the opportunity I grabbed my cock and pressed the tip between her lips. Sue's eyes flew open. "Dame, dame, dame!" she begged. I thrust into her and we both cried out. Damn she was tight. Soaking wet but tight. I pulled back and thrust again. Again Sue cried out, I pulled back and thrust again and again and again as she cried and squeezed her breasts. As I thrust faster and faster she panted, the first words in English since we started. "Too much! Oh god! Too much, too much! Oh god!" I was afraid she was about to stop me but she didn't. Instead she grasped my right hand and placed it on her throat. I didn't expect this and, confused, I slowed down. Sure reached up and grabbed me by the throat with both hands. "Fuck me!" she whispered then uttered a stream of harsh sounding Japanese. Okay, well if this is what she wants; I thrust harder and faster and her grip weakened and then failed. I forcibly kissed her without any reaction from her. I was pounding her pussy and she was wailing and crying. She didn't say anything but suddenly I felt her body stiffen and her pussy spasmed around my cock. It was like a fist was squeezing it. I exploded, my cum spurting out and filling her. After what seemed ages, she went limp. I sat up and as I pulled out, a flood of cum flowed out and down. I watched it for a moment then lay down next to her. After a few minutes she stirred. Her hands explored her body, down to her pussy. She rolled to face me. Scooting close she whispered in my ear. "That was incredible; But I have one more favor to ask." "What's that?" "To conclude my fantasy, I need you to bathe with me." Okay... The guest bedroom we were using had its own full bath which included a big tub. Sue and I bathed together and even fucked again, albeit nice and slow. She dressed and then paused at the door. Turning she cupped my face in her hand. "This; was very important to me. I cannot explain why. Just know you have pleased me. Greatly. I will not be back; but I am happy to have had this; affair. Goodbye Todd." She handed me a thick envelope and left. I waited a minute and then dressed and went downstairs. Mrs. Bateman was sitting at the kitchen table. "She said you were perfect. She said she was happy, satisfied and sore." "What was all that about?" I asked. "I believe she was exorcising a demon from her past." Mrs. Bateman replied. "Something she wanted to revisit." "Well it sure was different." "Tell me everything, Todd, and while you do I'll fix you some dinner." Later I dashed home for Mom's 9PM call and then went back to Mrs. Bateman's. We slept together but didn't fuck. She did end up giving me a great blow job before I fell asleep. Mammary Mary. The next couple of days were spent working on her rent house for a few hours and then after dinner, fucking. She showed me new positions and taught me different techniques. We also worked on my foreplay and oral skills. My next client came on Wednesday. I was introduced to an older woman named Mary. She looked me over and, nodding, handed an envelope to Mrs. Bateman. Instead of preceding me up to the room, she took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Mary was older than anyone I had considered having sex with. She was easily fifty or fifty five. But when she dropped her dress I saw only a very sexy woman. Mary stood 5'7" in her high heels, had dark brown hair and brown eyes and an amazing figure. She stood there facing me in black stockings, panties, garter belt and bra. As she strutted across the room to me her eyes never left mine. I felt like she was stalking me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. The first kiss was about five or six seconds, the second was much longer and open mouthed. Then came tongue, but not closed mouthed French kissing. Rather it was open mouthed, her tongue teasing and enticing, dancing just out of reach. She laughed and reached down to rub my crotch. Grabbing my belt she pulled me to the bed. Mary sat and unfastened my belt and jeans then tugged them down, along with my underwear. She toyed with my swelling cock, looked up at me and smiled. She paused to remove her bra. Her tits were probably D cups but sagged, her nipples pointing downward more. Her areola were so pale they were almost invisible but her nipples were nice and long. She still said nothing at all but started stroking my cock. She had magic hands. I'd never felt anyone milk my cock like she was. Mary had a technique that was incredible and in no time I was ready to cum. I warned her that I was close, but she just smiled. "Come on then! Give it to me! Give it to me!" I grunted and came, spurting rope after rope of cum onto her chest and tits. Mary continued to milk my cock until the last drop was deposited on her skin. She stood up and stepped over to the mirror on the dresser. She stood there, admiring her image and smiling for a moment then did something totally surprising. She reached into her bag and pulled out a camera. I recognized it as a Rolleiflex. "Do you know what this is?" she asked. "Yes, my Dad has one." "Do you know how to use it?" "Sure;" "Good," she handed it to me. "Take a few pictures of my spunk covered titties." I opened the camera, took a couple, then suggested she lie on the bed and adjusted the lamp to a better angle and took a few more. She then began to run her fingers through the cum, and told me to take more pictures as she played with it. Finally she pulled her panties off and had me take a couple of photos of her pussy. Now her pussy was crowned with short, dark hair but her pussy itself was almost bare, covered only by a little fuzz and her lips were long and dark. I took a few photos and tried to get really close, but the camera wouldn't focus really close. She sat up and took the camera and placed it back in her bag. She turned and pointed to the bed. I laid down and she squatted and sat on my face, gripping the headboard. I tasted her, she wasn't as sweet as Diane but okay. I went to work and as I did she proceeded to hum. Soon she was rocking her hips a bit, then more and more. She was at last producing a fair quantity of fluids and paused to finger herself. Satisfied, she scooted down until she was over my cock, grasped it and inserted it. She short-stroked a few times until everything was good and wet and then started taking it all the way in long, slow strokes. She seemed to really like it slow and, well, what the heck? It was sex after all. So what if she was older with weird habits and tastes? I relaxed and savored the feeling of her slow ride as I caressed and squeezed her tits. "You have such a nice cock, Todd," she said and sighed as she took it all. "So nice. You like my titties? Everyone does. Go ahead and suck on them, suck hard, I don't mind. In fact I want you to suck on them till it hurts. Yes; now the other one; oh; yes; Would it shock you to know that I like it rough? That I like a little pain?" As I sucked on her tit I spanked her. Mary yelped then grinned. "Yes, please!" "Harder;" Smack. "Harder!" Whack! "Yes!" Whack! "More! Please!" Whack! Acting on impulse I grabbed her hips and rocked her forward onto her knees. With her weight off of me I started driving my cock in and out of her faster and faster. Mary's voice rose an octave or two. "Ah!" As I fucked her, my hands were squeezing her ass and I felt her puckered asshole beneath my middle finger. I pushed on it. "Oh My God! Yes! Yes! Do It!" she cried out. I pushed harder and the tip of my finger penetrated her to my first knuckle. "Oh! Oh god, oh god, oh god;" she moaned. "Spank me! Bite me! Fuck me!" I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as possible and bit down, albeit lightly, just enough for her to feel my teeth, as I spanked her with my left hand. She yelped and jerked and my finger slid in up to the second knuckle. I could feel my dick sliding in and out I pressed down towards it. ""Oh God! Gah!" she screamed and climaxed. Her body shook and tears filled her eyes. Soon she collapsed on top of me and sobbed. A few minutes passed and she regained her composure. My cock had slipped from her and slowly she rolled off and lay next to me. I rose on one elbow and brushed the hair from her face. "Are you okay?" I asked. Her mascara was streaked and her eyes were red. She sniffed and smiled. "Yes." She sighed and then took a deep breath. "I suppose I owe you an explanation;" "No. Not at all." I answered. "I want to please you and that means doing whatever you want." Mary stared at me as if I had grown horns or turned blue. She blinked a few times and shook her head. "I don't believe it. I-I thought you wanted to fuck and cum like all young guys. No one has ever been focused on me, on my wants. That's why I decided to hire a lover. But I still expected you to want to finish;" "Oh, I do. If you want to, that is. But if you get dressed and leave right now, that's okay too. I won't starve for sex." Mary smiled and touched my cock. "No, I don't suppose you would." She snuggled in close and was quiet for a minute. "Todd, if you're really telling the truth about pleasing me; Well, there is something I want to do." "Okay; What is it?" Mary got up and rummaged in her bag. She came back to the bed with her camera and a bottle of lube. "I want you to take a photo of my pussy with your cock in it." "Um; okay." "I have my own darkroom and develop all my photos myself. These photos allow me to uh; pleasure myself when I'm without a lover." Mary laid down and I played with her pussy. She encouraged me to use some lube and it did help. Then after fucking her for a minute or two, I sat up and took the photos as she'd instructed. A few with my cock all the way in, a few with it barely in, and a few with it out, just touching her lips. Mary took the camera and set it aside. She caressed and squeezed her breasts, smiling at me. "Okay, dear boy, you've been so patient and understanding. I owe you a good time. I want you to fuck me, any way you want, just as long as you cum. I want to feel you cum deep inside me, filling me with your hot spunk!" I grinned and leaned forward and picked up speed. Mary was kissing me and encouraging me. "Oh that's so good! Yes! Oh god, what a good fuck! Go on Todd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I kissed her then whispered in her ear, "Do you like it? Is it good?" "Yes!" she responded. "Are you going to climax again?" "I; I don't know;" "I want you to climax again. I want to feel you climax as I fuck you." She was quiet for a moment. "Mary, you said everyone loves your titties;" "Yes!" "Do you?" "Yes!" "Show me. Suck on them!" I rose up as she gathered her titties and began to suck on first one and then the other. I grabbed her ankles and held them up as I thrust in and out. I watched her suck and squeeze them and felt myself getting close. I drove my cock in deep and hard and held it as I came. Confined as it was, my cock struggled to spurt forth its load. With the thrust and first spurt Mary gasped. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" We stared into each other's eyes as we climaxed. It was amazing. When I'd finished and got up, Mary lay there for a minute. When she finally sat up she was smiling. "That was great, Todd." she touched my cheek gently. "You are really an amazing young man and a great lover." She stood and walked into the bathroom. "Can I see you again?" she asked, turning to face me. I looked her over. "Maybe;" I said grinning. "Answer a few questions first." Mary stepped into the bedroom and stood facing me. "Okay." "How old are you?" "Fifty-six." "What is your bra size?" "Thirty-six double D." "Did you really like it when I fingered your ass?" "Yes, absolutely. It was wild, out of bounds, scary and exciting all at once." "Mrs. Bateman says that some women like to have anal sex, especially when on their monthly; Have you tried it?" Mary bit her lip. "No; but I've thought about it." "You want to try?" "Now?" "Sure! Why not?" Mary bit her lip and shook her head. "No; I don't think I could take it. Maybe someday, but not right now." "Okay, fair enough. One last question." "Really? Oh, okay." "What do you want to do next time?" "Oh! You!" she exclaimed and threw herself on me. Mary held me down and smothered me with kisses and smashed her big titties in my face. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. I really, really needed to pee and decided to slip on my clothes and go to the master bedroom and bath. When I'd finished, Mary had gone. Mrs. Bateman handed me the envelope. I tore it open. Two hundred and fifty dollars. Holy cow! "She said you were incredible. She wants to come back in two weeks and said you'd earned a tip." Mrs. Bateman handed me another one-hundred dollar bill and kissed me. "I am proud of you Todd. You are becoming a great lover for one so new at it all. Now, I'll bet you have worked up an appetite. Come to the kitchen and tell me all about it while I fix you a steak." Sadly though, my parents returned from their vacation and although I was able to find ways to meet my clients, it became very awkward at home. Dad was clueless but I think Mom suspected something was going on. But by the end of that summer I had been able to make love to seven different women, five of them multiple times. I reluctantly packed my bags and went off to college. I settled into the dorm life and tried to focus on adjusting to this new life and new challenges. Classes were not as bad as I'd feared and the only real issue was my roommate. I just didn't like having a roommate at all. Due to my wild summer, I didn't feel the need to chase girls, and that allowed me to relax. For a while. One evening in early December, as I was walking from the Library to my dorm, I saw a brown '73 Caddie, Coupe de Ville idling in the parking lot. As I neared, the door opened and Mrs. Bateman got out. I met her and she hugged and kissed me. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Well two things, first my bed is empty and my pussy is lonely. I want you, Todd. I want you to fuck me all night long; and leave me exhausted, and sore." "I would love that, but I can't take you into my dorm;" "That's why I rented a hotel room." she replied. "Okay, let's go!" I said eagerly. We got in her car; and as she drove, I asked, "What was the second reason for your coming out here?" Mrs. Bateman grinned. "Well, I am trading my home for a nice big house out here. I haven't moved yet, but when I do, I was wondering if you would like to set up a room there?" I smiled. "Well, I might set up a room to entertain guests, but I'd rather spend most of my time in the Master Bedroom." Mrs. Bateman grinned evilly at me. "I was hoping you'd say that. I'd also like for you to call me Olivia." Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

Politică la minut #4. De ce revine discursul legionar în spațiul public românesc?

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Politicieni, artiști, oameni de cultură sau ai Bisericii continuă și astăzi să rostogolească propaganda la un secol de la apariția celei mai sângeroase mișcări extremiste și antisemite din România.De la filmele lui Sergiu Nicolaescu până la muzica hip-hop, discursul legionar a rămas o constantă în spațiul public românesc, primind doar ambalaje diferite în funcție de regim și de interesele politice.Cum a supraviețuit legionarismul în cultura și politica românească? Și cum ar trebui să ne raportăm în mod corect la personalități marcante ale culturii noastre, dar care au luat parte la mișcările de extremă dreapta? Acestea sunt doar o parte dintre temele pe care Vlad Adamescu și Răzvan Petri le discută în acest episod din Politica la minut by Recorder.

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Oana Gheorghiu. Criza magistraților? Săptămâna neagră a lui Trump

Vorbitorincii. Cu Radu Paraschivescu și Cătălin Striblea

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Analyze That 44. Cătălin Striblea a fost live cu principalele subiecte politice și sociale ale zilei. Ce urmează pentru Oana Gheorghiu? Cum poate fi rezolvată criza magistraților. A început criza economică. Și ce partid urmează să dispară. Așteptăm întrebările și opiniile voastre.

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Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 15, 2025

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1 The Summer of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Way back in 1977, I was a naive 18-year-old. Summer was here and I wanted to spend it having fun. I was going to start college in the fall and luckily, didn't have to work. Mom and Dad were fortunate and made good money. He was the VP of Advertising and Marketing for a major energy company and Mom was actually a successful author. I had a generous allowance and a car (a white '73 BMW) It had been Dad's, and he gave it to me at graduation. I guess I should tell you about myself. I was a blonde-haired, skinny white boy with blue eyes and a big dick. Not that I'd done anything with it. It was just genetics. I knew I was bigger than my friends, but none of the girls I knew were aware of that and I was too shy to advertise it. Hell, I wasn't even sure what to do with it. My first experiments with jacking off were surprising and yet disappointing. I wanted a woman. But as I said, I was painfully shy around the females of the species. My best friend throughout school had been Rick Bateman. Rick had joined the Navy after graduating, and was off at boot camp. Well, one day his Mom called. She said that with Rick gone, she needed help with a few things involving the pool and asked if I would come over. My Mom of course said yes without even asking me. "Todd, go on over to Olivia Bateman's and give her a hand with her pool." I rang the doorbell and she let me in. "Thank you for coming over Todd! I was hoping you weren't too busy." "Not at all Mrs. Bateman," I replied. "Just listening to albums." "That's nice, Rick likes the Eagles. Do you?" "Oh yeah! They're awesome!" She led me out into the back yard, Like most people in our neighborhood, she had a pool. "With Rick around, I never hired a pool service, but now; I'm here alone, and I would rather hire the maintenance done." She gestured at the pool. Since Rick had been gone, it had accumulated a layer of leaves. "No problem," I said. I'll take care of it." She went inside and I set to work. Amazingly it wasn't too bad. I was finishing up when I heard her come outside again. Now their pool was inside a privacy fence but when I turned around I was surprised. She was wearing a white bathrobe. Outside. In June. Looking back I can say Mrs. Bateman was about 5'7", 130 to 140 pounds, and very curvy. Her tits had to be in the double to triple D range. Her wavy dark brown hair was worn most often loose and reached her shoulders. Of course, although I acknowledged her as attractive for a middle-aged woman, she was forty-one years old, but I hadn't really thought of her in a sexual way. I'd known her and Rick for twelve years. Her husband had passed away about six years earlier from cancer. As I stared she dropped the robe onto a chaise. She was completely naked. She slowly walked over to the pool and down the steps. She finally turned to face me when she was waist-deep. "I just love having a pool!" she said smiling. "And I hate the idea of paying someone to tend to it. Do you think you could do it for me, Todd?" "Umm; I guess so." I automatically answered. "Wonderful!" She turned over and floated on her back, slowly going the length of the pool. She turned and swam back then faced me again. "Well, Todd?" "Huh?" I stared at her big tits as they floated in full view. "Are you coming in?" "Uh;" "Todd, when a woman gets naked and invites you to skinny dip with her; you really should. Wouldn't you rather touch these than just stare at them?" she said as she cupped her breasts. Okay, as I said earlier, I was awkward and nervous around girls and not experienced or confident. But the offer finally overcame my shyness and I quickly stripped and dove in. Now the view of her big breasts had aroused me somewhat, but my nervousness had prevented a full-blown hard-on. I suddenly found myself in front of her and she slipped her arms around me and pulled me close. She kissed me and I felt her breasts pressing into me. I felt my erection growing. She did too; and reached down to grasp the thick rod. No one had ever done that. I almost came right then. But she was experienced enough to realize how careful she had to be. She smiled and released me after a moment. "My, you are blessed, aren't you, Todd? Why aren't the girls all over you?" I blushed. "I...uh;" "Oh? Really? You're still a virgin? Well, that won't do. That won't do at all. Here," she patted the edge of the pool, "sit up here. I want to visit Mr. Todd for a while" As I sat on the pool edge she spread my legs wide, then toyed and stroked my cock gently while smiling at me. "Such a nice, big cock." she said. Then she kissed it, licked it up and down, and finally slipped it into her mouth. She sucked on it as she stroked it. Her grip was firm. I reclined back and rested on my elbows. In no time, I knew I was going to cum. I tried to warn her but she ignored me and I blew my load into her mouth. Mrs. Bateman didn't miss a beat and continued to swallow it all as she stroked my jerking cock. I was stunned. I didn't know that was a thing. I had no idea a woman would do that. Of course, all I knew was that: you touched a girl, she got wet, you got hard, you stuck it in, thrust until you came. Period. I truly knew no more than that. I had a lot to learn. Mrs. Bateman finally finished and smiled at me. She continued to play with my cock. "What? Did that surprise you, Todd?" "Yeah; you just;" "Swallowed your cum," she said matter-of-factly. "Some women like to. Some don't. I assume no one ever did that for you before." I shook my head. "Well, I like to. Especially with young guys. Otherwise, you might not last long once we start fucking." My eyes popped. "Oh yes! I intend to fuck you, Todd. What do you think about that? I intend to fuck you today, and if you're good enough, all summer long." She took my hands and pulled me into the pool with her. She kissed me again and again, slowly teaching me to do it right. I squeezed her tits and she guided me to be gentle and allowed me to kiss and suck on them. See I loved big tits. Always have. My girlfriends had laughed at my infatuation with big knockers, and two of my slutty classmates had let me see and touch them. One had let me kiss and suck a bit. She might have been a C cup at best. These big, beautiful things were amazing! They were huge, soft, round and firm all at the same time. Her areola were large tan ovals and her nipples were thick stubs. I squeezed, kissed, sucked and played with them as she smiled and giggled. "Boys! Every one of you are titty-crazy! Come sit on the 3rd step up. I'll sit below you. Now wrap your arms around me and let my tits know how much you like them" I was giddy with enthusiasm and soon I had her nipples poking out firmly. " You just can't get enough of my big titties huh? Well go on, enjoy yourself!" She said and laughed, as she leaned back against my chest. But a minute later she spun around to face me, kneeling, and pulled my face to hers and kissed me again. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My last girlfriend had allowed only a few French kisses and this was thrilling. Mrs. Bateman also began to fondle my turgid cock again, and when I was good and stiff, she climbed up the steps from the pool and lay on the padded double chaise lounge. She spread her legs and toyed with her pussy. I followed and as I mounted her, she took my cock and guided me into her. She was wet and warm and it felt fantastic. She was still holding my rather thick cock and coached me to use short strokes in and out until I could fit deep inside of her. "Oh god, Todd! That's it; nice and slow. God, you're so big! Oh, that feels so good! Yes, yes; that's it; oh so good, oh so good!" We fucked nice and slow for a few minutes and then I warned her I was cumming again. She laughed and grabbed my hips and held me deep. "Go ahead Todd, cum in me! Give it to me!" I couldn't hold back and came, emptying my load deep inside of her. "God! Yes! That feels so good!" she moaned. When I had finished, I pulled out and collapsed onto the chaise. Mrs. Bateman began to play with her pussy and the flood of cum, thrusting her fingers in deep and rubbing it all over her pussy. "Not bad;" she said. "A nice big cock, lots of cum; but you need training and practice. If you keep quiet about it; this is going to be an amazing summer." Mrs. Bateman and I had sex again before she sent me home. I was fortunate that my parents were too busy and disinterested to notice my shit-eating grin. The next day Mrs. Bateman "hired" me to help her with her rental properties. Mom and Dad bought it and thereafter, my daily disappearances were ignored. I would arrive at her home and we would fuck immediately. This could be in any room of the house or at the pool. We fucked in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, guest rooms, even Rick's room, with the Eagles latest album playing on the stereo. One day she led me into the garage and I fucked her across the hood of her '73 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. She was wearing a nice skirt and shiny satin blouse, and as we kissed and groped, I found she was wearing no panties and was soaking wet. As I played with her pussy, she opened her blouse and lifted her braless tits out. I bent her over the hood and took her from behind as she shouted encouragement at me. After a bit, she pushed me away and rolled onto her back with her hips on the fender and her legs in the air. As I fucked her, she played with her tits and moaned. When we finished, I had to back the car out and wash it. Oh and she insisted that I always call her either Mrs. Bateman, Ma'am, or Mistress. Never Olivia or any affectionate nickname. I understand now that it was to keep me from becoming too casual in public. But at the time it was also fun. I would step up behind her in the living room and reach around to cup her huge tits. Nibbling on her neck I would whisper. "God, Mrs. Bateman you are so sexy! I just can't help myself. I want to fuck you so bad!" "Oh Todd," she would reply, "if you insist." She would bend over the sofa and I would lift her skirt and finger her pussy before slipping my cock into her wet folds and snug, warm depths. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, that feels so good!" I would moan. "You feel good too Todd. such a big thick cock!" Then after pumping into her cunt for a while. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum Mrs. Bateman!" Sometimes she would let me cum inside her, sometimes she would turn and suck me off. Once she didn't turn fast enough and I sprayed my load all over her face and the front of her dress. I expected her to be angry but she simply smiled. "I'm sorry Mrs. Bateman!" "That's okay, it happens," she said as she wiped the cum from her face and sucked on her fingers. "But this dress; come help me change." This went on almost daily for three full weeks. I was coming home tired and my cock was sore, but I was thrilled. I mean this woman wanted a lot of sex! We were fucking at least three times a day! I learned to be a good fuck, of course, but more than that, she taught me to be a great kisser, a skilled cunnilinguist, and an attentive lover. I learned foreplay, physical and mental, and to focus on pleasing her, knowing that the journey to her orgasm was fun and pleasing to me and that my own orgasm was always just minutes after hers. It was thrilling to feel her pussy squeezing my cock as she came. That, coupled with her vocalizations (be they cries of pleasure, squeals of delight, or shouts of ecstasy) always made me cum. And beyond all that, she was paying me cash every Friday to keep up the illusion that I had a legitimate job. I thought I was in heaven. Man, was I wrong. Overnighters. July 1st was on Friday. Mom and Dad had wanted to go on vacation that week and the next. I didn't, of course and Mrs. Bateman came up with the ruse that one of her renters was moving and we had to clean the place, paint, and prep it for the next renter that week. Mom was upset, but Dad said it was a good experience; and I was left behind. I wanted to spend the night at her home but figured Mom would call me nightly to check on me. Mrs. Bateman instead came over and spent the night in my bed Thursday night. We made love for what seemed like hours and my bed was soaked. She simply threw a towel over the wetness and went to sleep. This was the first time in my life that I had a woman sleep with me. I mean she went to sleep in my arms. I discovered that amazing feeling of a soft, sensual body pressed against mine. The next morning I woke up with the typical morning woodie but she wasn't interested until she'd had a chance to wake up and get some coffee. We did fool around elsewhere in the house, even going sixty-nine across my parent's bed. Then she said she had some things to do and told me to come over at four with an overnight bag. Discrete with Diane. When I arrived, there was another car in her driveway. A nice cream colored Mercedes 450SLC. A convertible with the heart of a sports car. When I went in, using the side door for appearance sake as she always insisted, I found Mrs. Bateman sitting in the living room with another woman. Mrs. Bateman was in her favorite wing chair, attired in a red skirt and white blouse. She waved me in. "Ah, here he is," she said. "Todd this is Diane, Diane, Todd," she made the introductions. Diane stood and sized me up. She was tall, in her heels she matched my 5'11". Her hair was blonde and she was a bit more slender than Mrs. Bateman with smaller tits. She was tanned and her sleeveless dress was white with a deep V front and a fully pleated skirt. As she stepped closer I couldn't help but glance at her cleavage. Diane traced the V with one finger and smiled. The other hand she placed on my cheek. To my surprise she kissed me. A nice deep, long kiss. A second kiss followed and I felt her hand slide down to my crotch where it squeezed my growing cock. As she stepped back, she grinned. "Oh yes, he'll do nicely." She kissed me again, this time with more passion. My hands found her waist and slid up her back. I had no idea why this strange woman was doing this but damn, I wasn't going to turn it down. She broke the kiss and walked away. Picking up her purse and a small bag, she went up the stairs. I watched her long legs in that swishing skirt and stood there grinning. Finally, as she disappeared from view the enchantment was broken. Mrs. Bateman stood and came over, wrapping her arms around me. "What's going on?" I asked. "Oh Todd, it's quite simple. You are going to go up to the guest room and fuck her brains out. The same way you fuck me." "What?" "Yes, she's waiting to fuck you. So go fuck her. Give her what she wants, any way she wants, for as long as she wants. Be polite and patient and above all, ask no questions!" "She wants to have sex with me?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, don't look so shocked! Look, if she met you somewhere else and hit on you, suggested having sex, wouldn't you do it?" "Umm; Well before you started fucking me, yeah. But now that we're fucking.;" Mrs. Bateman smiled, "And if you want to keep fucking me, you'll go up there and please her, like I know you can. Think of it as practice." She swatted my ass and pointed to the stairs. "Go." I knocked on the door but it was slightly ajar. I went in and closed it behind me. Diane was standing at the foot of the bed. With barely a sound, the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor around her ankles. She paused a moment to let me gaze at her naked body. She was nicely tanned except for the white skin of her bikini area. The stark tan lines were strangely erotic, obviously she tanned in a small string bikini. Her tits were about a C cup and her areola large and round with little pink nipples. Her waist was slim, and her hips round and firm. She was proud of her body and liked showing it off it seemed. "Your turn," she said. I stripped and as my growing cock was freed, she grinned broadly. She climbed onto the bed and uncrossed her legs, revealing a pussy covered in short, sandy straight hair. "I'm told you have a talented tongue; Show me." I started with kisses on her ankles and slowly moved up each leg to her knees and then up her inner thighs. By the time I reached her pussy she was gasping and breathing rapidly. I could smell her arousal and she was already quite wet, beads of fluid lined her inner lips and she tasted sweet. I did my best to focus on pleasing her as Mrs. Bateman had taught me. Soon her hips were rocking and her hands were squeezing her breasts. A cry of ecstasy and a gush of juices confirmed her orgasm. I lapped up the tasty wetness and looked up at her. "Oh god!" she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me now!" I slid my knob against her wet slit and pushed it in. She was so wet it slid in easily. A few thrusts and I was all the way in. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she panted. I held it deep and kissed her, then she grabbed my head and stared deep into my eyes. "Fuck me!" I started thrusting in and out and she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Soon I rose to my elbows and picked up the pace. Her pussy was making wet squishy sounds and her tits were bouncing. I couldn't last and came, pumping my load in her. She gasped. "Oh god! Oh god no! Not yet! Don't stop! Oh no!" I sat up to catch my breath and as I pulled out I could see the cum start to flow out of her pussy. I found it weirdly erotic. Very erotic. Mrs. Bateman usually either played with it, ignored it, or wiped it up with tissues. I'd never actually watched it. I reached down and toyed with it, running my fingers through it and spreading it over her pussy. Diane was watching too. I spread a glob over her clit and she twitched and gasped. I slipped two fingers inside of her and she moaned. I stroked the inside of her pussy behind her clit and she bit her lip and groaned. I kept it up and she was soon gasping and trembling. She started pinching her nipples as I stroked faster and faster. Cum was everywhere. Then she threw her head back and cried out, "Oh Fuck! Gah!" My cock was hard again and I shoved it in, pushing all the way in one, hard, violent thrust. "Ah! Oh Fuck!" she screamed. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock, squeezing and releasing over and over again. Diane grabbed my hand and placed it over her mouth and screamed again and again. I started thrusting. Slowly pulling out until only my knob was inside then thrusting hard, slamming our bodies together. Each time, she screamed into my hand. I began thrusting faster and she started sucking my cum drenched fingers. Soon I was up on my knees, gripping her legs and pounding her furiously. Diane was gasping, and moaning, and weeping as she grabbed and pulled on the sheets. I had no idea what I was doing, only that I couldn't stop. I was overcome with desire, and passion, and need. I have no idea how long I fucked like that, but finally felt the release coming and came again. I finished and pulled out, watching again the flow of cum from her reddened pussy. At some point Diane had stopped being coherent and was limp with her eyes rolled back and simply lay there moaning and humming. I lay next to her and cradled her head. After a minute, her eyes focused on me and she smiled. I kissed her and pushed the hair from her face. I laid down and she rolled onto her side next to me. She lifted one leg up and over me and I could feel the wetness on my hip. After a bit I dozed off. I was awakened by Diane, stirring and sitting up. She smiled at me and went into the bathroom. When she came out she seemed more composed and sat next to me. She gently toyed with my flaccid cock. "That; That was amazing." "Thank you." I softly replied. "I; I, uh; I came, uh; I came a lot. I've never; had that happen, that intense, that; long. God, a part of me wants to do it again. But I don't think I could take another session like that." "So we take it easy this time," I said. My cock was growing as she played with it. Diane smiled and straddled me. We kissed and I caressed her hips and back as she rubbed her pussy against my cock. She reached down and guided it into her pussy, and slowly slid down onto it. I let her ride me at her pace. She liked it slow and I caressed her thighs, hips, waist and breasts as she rose and fell. The slow pace was nice, I relaxed and studied her, my mind wandering. Who was she? I couldn't recall exactly where I'd seen her, yet she did seem familiar. She was admittedly sexy, yet mature. I guessed she was in her late thirties at the most. I felt like she was a trophy wife, she had that air about her. The realization that I was probably fucking somebody's wife didn't upset me. If anything it made me feel special. Damn lucky in fact. And if she wanted to meet again? I knew I wouldn't turn it down. Mrs. Bateman suddenly leapt into my mind. What was going on? Why had she allowed me to fuck this woman? How did they know each other? Was she indeed going to continue to fuck me after this? And if I could fuck only one of them, which would it be? Diane whoever-she-was was amazing, yet Mrs. Bateman had those huge tits and loved to suck my cock... I was jerked from my musings as Diane leaned down and kissed me. Her tits pressed into my chest. "God dammit Todd! I can't stand it! Fuck me again, fuck me hard and make me cum!" I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out. Faster and faster as she rocked forward on her knees. Her tits were in my face and I began to suck one. I squeezed her ass and pounded her pussy. Diane screamed into the pillow a minute later. "God! Yes! Ah!" I wanted to finish, to cum again, but I wasn't sure how much more it might take. Diane ended it for me, she slid down hard onto my cock and squeezed me tightly with her arms, legs and pussy. She held me tightly as she quivered for a minute or two, then slowly relaxed. She stayed on top and my cock relaxed inside of her. Finally she rose up and looked in my face. "God, you are so good!" she said and kissed me. "I, I have got to stop," she muttered. "I don't want to...but I'm so sore." Slowly she sat up and rolled off of me. My cock plopped wetly from her pussy. She bent and kissed me again. "Damn, you're a good lover. But I need time to heal after a fucking like this." She admitted. She stumbled into the bathroom, taking her dress with her. I lay there feeling awesomely happy. After a while Diane came out of the bathroom. She was dressed and composed. Only her smile gave anything away. I sat up. "Will I see you again?" I asked. "Look, if you do see me, anywhere except in this room, you must ignore me. Understand?" "Yes, I get it. But you are coming back then?" She paused, then grinned, "Oh dammit Todd, that was the best sex I've ever had! Of course I'm coming back!" She kissed me again and left the room. I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Mrs. Bateman was there. She smiled at me and then looked at the wet, crumpled sheets. She reached out and wiped up some of the wetness. Holding her hand to her face she inhaled deeply and grinned. "I love the smell of hot, wet sex," she said. "Call me sick if you want, but it turns me on.' She walked over to me and gently caressed my cock. "She didn't break you, and it sounded like you pleased her. I'm proud of you Todd. I knew you'd be a great fuck." She pointed to an envelope on the nightstand. "That's yours." Curious, I opened it. Inside were twenty dollar bills, I quickly counted them. "Two hundred bucks?" "Yes, that's all yours." To be continued. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 15, 2025

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1 The Summer of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Way back in 1977, I was a naive 18-year-old. Summer was here and I wanted to spend it having fun. I was going to start college in the fall and luckily, didn't have to work. Mom and Dad were fortunate and made good money. He was the VP of Advertising and Marketing for a major energy company and Mom was actually a successful author. I had a generous allowance and a car (a white '73 BMW) It had been Dad's, and he gave it to me at graduation. I guess I should tell you about myself. I was a blonde-haired, skinny white boy with blue eyes and a big dick. Not that I'd done anything with it. It was just genetics. I knew I was bigger than my friends, but none of the girls I knew were aware of that and I was too shy to advertise it. Hell, I wasn't even sure what to do with it. My first experiments with jacking off were surprising and yet disappointing. I wanted a woman. But as I said, I was painfully shy around the females of the species. My best friend throughout school had been Rick Bateman. Rick had joined the Navy after graduating, and was off at boot camp. Well, one day his Mom called. She said that with Rick gone, she needed help with a few things involving the pool and asked if I would come over. My Mom of course said yes without even asking me. "Todd, go on over to Olivia Bateman's and give her a hand with her pool." I rang the doorbell and she let me in. "Thank you for coming over Todd! I was hoping you weren't too busy." "Not at all Mrs. Bateman," I replied. "Just listening to albums." "That's nice, Rick likes the Eagles. Do you?" "Oh yeah! They're awesome!" She led me out into the back yard, Like most people in our neighborhood, she had a pool. "With Rick around, I never hired a pool service, but now; I'm here alone, and I would rather hire the maintenance done." She gestured at the pool. Since Rick had been gone, it had accumulated a layer of leaves. "No problem," I said. I'll take care of it." She went inside and I set to work. Amazingly it wasn't too bad. I was finishing up when I heard her come outside again. Now their pool was inside a privacy fence but when I turned around I was surprised. She was wearing a white bathrobe. Outside. In June. Looking back I can say Mrs. Bateman was about 5'7", 130 to 140 pounds, and very curvy. Her tits had to be in the double to triple D range. Her wavy dark brown hair was worn most often loose and reached her shoulders. Of course, although I acknowledged her as attractive for a middle-aged woman, she was forty-one years old, but I hadn't really thought of her in a sexual way. I'd known her and Rick for twelve years. Her husband had passed away about six years earlier from cancer. As I stared she dropped the robe onto a chaise. She was completely naked. She slowly walked over to the pool and down the steps. She finally turned to face me when she was waist-deep. "I just love having a pool!" she said smiling. "And I hate the idea of paying someone to tend to it. Do you think you could do it for me, Todd?" "Umm; I guess so." I automatically answered. "Wonderful!" She turned over and floated on her back, slowly going the length of the pool. She turned and swam back then faced me again. "Well, Todd?" "Huh?" I stared at her big tits as they floated in full view. "Are you coming in?" "Uh;" "Todd, when a woman gets naked and invites you to skinny dip with her; you really should. Wouldn't you rather touch these than just stare at them?" she said as she cupped her breasts. Okay, as I said earlier, I was awkward and nervous around girls and not experienced or confident. But the offer finally overcame my shyness and I quickly stripped and dove in. Now the view of her big breasts had aroused me somewhat, but my nervousness had prevented a full-blown hard-on. I suddenly found myself in front of her and she slipped her arms around me and pulled me close. She kissed me and I felt her breasts pressing into me. I felt my erection growing. She did too; and reached down to grasp the thick rod. No one had ever done that. I almost came right then. But she was experienced enough to realize how careful she had to be. She smiled and released me after a moment. "My, you are blessed, aren't you, Todd? Why aren't the girls all over you?" I blushed. "I...uh;" "Oh? Really? You're still a virgin? Well, that won't do. That won't do at all. Here," she patted the edge of the pool, "sit up here. I want to visit Mr. Todd for a while" As I sat on the pool edge she spread my legs wide, then toyed and stroked my cock gently while smiling at me. "Such a nice, big cock." she said. Then she kissed it, licked it up and down, and finally slipped it into her mouth. She sucked on it as she stroked it. Her grip was firm. I reclined back and rested on my elbows. In no time, I knew I was going to cum. I tried to warn her but she ignored me and I blew my load into her mouth. Mrs. Bateman didn't miss a beat and continued to swallow it all as she stroked my jerking cock. I was stunned. I didn't know that was a thing. I had no idea a woman would do that. Of course, all I knew was that: you touched a girl, she got wet, you got hard, you stuck it in, thrust until you came. Period. I truly knew no more than that. I had a lot to learn. Mrs. Bateman finally finished and smiled at me. She continued to play with my cock. "What? Did that surprise you, Todd?" "Yeah; you just;" "Swallowed your cum," she said matter-of-factly. "Some women like to. Some don't. I assume no one ever did that for you before." I shook my head. "Well, I like to. Especially with young guys. Otherwise, you might not last long once we start fucking." My eyes popped. "Oh yes! I intend to fuck you, Todd. What do you think about that? I intend to fuck you today, and if you're good enough, all summer long." She took my hands and pulled me into the pool with her. She kissed me again and again, slowly teaching me to do it right. I squeezed her tits and she guided me to be gentle and allowed me to kiss and suck on them. See I loved big tits. Always have. My girlfriends had laughed at my infatuation with big knockers, and two of my slutty classmates had let me see and touch them. One had let me kiss and suck a bit. She might have been a C cup at best. These big, beautiful things were amazing! They were huge, soft, round and firm all at the same time. Her areola were large tan ovals and her nipples were thick stubs. I squeezed, kissed, sucked and played with them as she smiled and giggled. "Boys! Every one of you are titty-crazy! Come sit on the 3rd step up. I'll sit below you. Now wrap your arms around me and let my tits know how much you like them" I was giddy with enthusiasm and soon I had her nipples poking out firmly. " You just can't get enough of my big titties huh? Well go on, enjoy yourself!" She said and laughed, as she leaned back against my chest. But a minute later she spun around to face me, kneeling, and pulled my face to hers and kissed me again. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My last girlfriend had allowed only a few French kisses and this was thrilling. Mrs. Bateman also began to fondle my turgid cock again, and when I was good and stiff, she climbed up the steps from the pool and lay on the padded double chaise lounge. She spread her legs and toyed with her pussy. I followed and as I mounted her, she took my cock and guided me into her. She was wet and warm and it felt fantastic. She was still holding my rather thick cock and coached me to use short strokes in and out until I could fit deep inside of her. "Oh god, Todd! That's it; nice and slow. God, you're so big! Oh, that feels so good! Yes, yes; that's it; oh so good, oh so good!" We fucked nice and slow for a few minutes and then I warned her I was cumming again. She laughed and grabbed my hips and held me deep. "Go ahead Todd, cum in me! Give it to me!" I couldn't hold back and came, emptying my load deep inside of her. "God! Yes! That feels so good!" she moaned. When I had finished, I pulled out and collapsed onto the chaise. Mrs. Bateman began to play with her pussy and the flood of cum, thrusting her fingers in deep and rubbing it all over her pussy. "Not bad;" she said. "A nice big cock, lots of cum; but you need training and practice. If you keep quiet about it; this is going to be an amazing summer." Mrs. Bateman and I had sex again before she sent me home. I was fortunate that my parents were too busy and disinterested to notice my shit-eating grin. The next day Mrs. Bateman "hired" me to help her with her rental properties. Mom and Dad bought it and thereafter, my daily disappearances were ignored. I would arrive at her home and we would fuck immediately. This could be in any room of the house or at the pool. We fucked in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, guest rooms, even Rick's room, with the Eagles latest album playing on the stereo. One day she led me into the garage and I fucked her across the hood of her '73 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. She was wearing a nice skirt and shiny satin blouse, and as we kissed and groped, I found she was wearing no panties and was soaking wet. As I played with her pussy, she opened her blouse and lifted her braless tits out. I bent her over the hood and took her from behind as she shouted encouragement at me. After a bit, she pushed me away and rolled onto her back with her hips on the fender and her legs in the air. As I fucked her, she played with her tits and moaned. When we finished, I had to back the car out and wash it. Oh and she insisted that I always call her either Mrs. Bateman, Ma'am, or Mistress. Never Olivia or any affectionate nickname. I understand now that it was to keep me from becoming too casual in public. But at the time it was also fun. I would step up behind her in the living room and reach around to cup her huge tits. Nibbling on her neck I would whisper. "God, Mrs. Bateman you are so sexy! I just can't help myself. I want to fuck you so bad!" "Oh Todd," she would reply, "if you insist." She would bend over the sofa and I would lift her skirt and finger her pussy before slipping my cock into her wet folds and snug, warm depths. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, that feels so good!" I would moan. "You feel good too Todd. such a big thick cock!" Then after pumping into her cunt for a while. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum Mrs. Bateman!" Sometimes she would let me cum inside her, sometimes she would turn and suck me off. Once she didn't turn fast enough and I sprayed my load all over her face and the front of her dress. I expected her to be angry but she simply smiled. "I'm sorry Mrs. Bateman!" "That's okay, it happens," she said as she wiped the cum from her face and sucked on her fingers. "But this dress; come help me change." This went on almost daily for three full weeks. I was coming home tired and my cock was sore, but I was thrilled. I mean this woman wanted a lot of sex! We were fucking at least three times a day! I learned to be a good fuck, of course, but more than that, she taught me to be a great kisser, a skilled cunnilinguist, and an attentive lover. I learned foreplay, physical and mental, and to focus on pleasing her, knowing that the journey to her orgasm was fun and pleasing to me and that my own orgasm was always just minutes after hers. It was thrilling to feel her pussy squeezing my cock as she came. That, coupled with her vocalizations (be they cries of pleasure, squeals of delight, or shouts of ecstasy) always made me cum. And beyond all that, she was paying me cash every Friday to keep up the illusion that I had a legitimate job. I thought I was in heaven. Man, was I wrong. Overnighters. July 1st was on Friday. Mom and Dad had wanted to go on vacation that week and the next. I didn't, of course and Mrs. Bateman came up with the ruse that one of her renters was moving and we had to clean the place, paint, and prep it for the next renter that week. Mom was upset, but Dad said it was a good experience; and I was left behind. I wanted to spend the night at her home but figured Mom would call me nightly to check on me. Mrs. Bateman instead came over and spent the night in my bed Thursday night. We made love for what seemed like hours and my bed was soaked. She simply threw a towel over the wetness and went to sleep. This was the first time in my life that I had a woman sleep with me. I mean she went to sleep in my arms. I discovered that amazing feeling of a soft, sensual body pressed against mine. The next morning I woke up with the typical morning woodie but she wasn't interested until she'd had a chance to wake up and get some coffee. We did fool around elsewhere in the house, even going sixty-nine across my parent's bed. Then she said she had some things to do and told me to come over at four with an overnight bag. Discrete with Diane. When I arrived, there was another car in her driveway. A nice cream colored Mercedes 450SLC. A convertible with the heart of a sports car. When I went in, using the side door for appearance sake as she always insisted, I found Mrs. Bateman sitting in the living room with another woman. Mrs. Bateman was in her favorite wing chair, attired in a red skirt and white blouse. She waved me in. "Ah, here he is," she said. "Todd this is Diane, Diane, Todd," she made the introductions. Diane stood and sized me up. She was tall, in her heels she matched my 5'11". Her hair was blonde and she was a bit more slender than Mrs. Bateman with smaller tits. She was tanned and her sleeveless dress was white with a deep V front and a fully pleated skirt. As she stepped closer I couldn't help but glance at her cleavage. Diane traced the V with one finger and smiled. The other hand she placed on my cheek. To my surprise she kissed me. A nice deep, long kiss. A second kiss followed and I felt her hand slide down to my crotch where it squeezed my growing cock. As she stepped back, she grinned. "Oh yes, he'll do nicely." She kissed me again, this time with more passion. My hands found her waist and slid up her back. I had no idea why this strange woman was doing this but damn, I wasn't going to turn it down. She broke the kiss and walked away. Picking up her purse and a small bag, she went up the stairs. I watched her long legs in that swishing skirt and stood there grinning. Finally, as she disappeared from view the enchantment was broken. Mrs. Bateman stood and came over, wrapping her arms around me. "What's going on?" I asked. "Oh Todd, it's quite simple. You are going to go up to the guest room and fuck her brains out. The same way you fuck me." "What?" "Yes, she's waiting to fuck you. So go fuck her. Give her what she wants, any way she wants, for as long as she wants. Be polite and patient and above all, ask no questions!" "She wants to have sex with me?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, don't look so shocked! Look, if she met you somewhere else and hit on you, suggested having sex, wouldn't you do it?" "Umm; Well before you started fucking me, yeah. But now that we're fucking.;" Mrs. Bateman smiled, "And if you want to keep fucking me, you'll go up there and please her, like I know you can. Think of it as practice." She swatted my ass and pointed to the stairs. "Go." I knocked on the door but it was slightly ajar. I went in and closed it behind me. Diane was standing at the foot of the bed. With barely a sound, the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor around her ankles. She paused a moment to let me gaze at her naked body. She was nicely tanned except for the white skin of her bikini area. The stark tan lines were strangely erotic, obviously she tanned in a small string bikini. Her tits were about a C cup and her areola large and round with little pink nipples. Her waist was slim, and her hips round and firm. She was proud of her body and liked showing it off it seemed. "Your turn," she said. I stripped and as my growing cock was freed, she grinned broadly. She climbed onto the bed and uncrossed her legs, revealing a pussy covered in short, sandy straight hair. "I'm told you have a talented tongue; Show me." I started with kisses on her ankles and slowly moved up each leg to her knees and then up her inner thighs. By the time I reached her pussy she was gasping and breathing rapidly. I could smell her arousal and she was already quite wet, beads of fluid lined her inner lips and she tasted sweet. I did my best to focus on pleasing her as Mrs. Bateman had taught me. Soon her hips were rocking and her hands were squeezing her breasts. A cry of ecstasy and a gush of juices confirmed her orgasm. I lapped up the tasty wetness and looked up at her. "Oh god!" she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me now!" I slid my knob against her wet slit and pushed it in. She was so wet it slid in easily. A few thrusts and I was all the way in. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she panted. I held it deep and kissed her, then she grabbed my head and stared deep into my eyes. "Fuck me!" I started thrusting in and out and she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Soon I rose to my elbows and picked up the pace. Her pussy was making wet squishy sounds and her tits were bouncing. I couldn't last and came, pumping my load in her. She gasped. "Oh god! Oh god no! Not yet! Don't stop! Oh no!" I sat up to catch my breath and as I pulled out I could see the cum start to flow out of her pussy. I found it weirdly erotic. Very erotic. Mrs. Bateman usually either played with it, ignored it, or wiped it up with tissues. I'd never actually watched it. I reached down and toyed with it, running my fingers through it and spreading it over her pussy. Diane was watching too. I spread a glob over her clit and she twitched and gasped. I slipped two fingers inside of her and she moaned. I stroked the inside of her pussy behind her clit and she bit her lip and groaned. I kept it up and she was soon gasping and trembling. She started pinching her nipples as I stroked faster and faster. Cum was everywhere. Then she threw her head back and cried out, "Oh Fuck! Gah!" My cock was hard again and I shoved it in, pushing all the way in one, hard, violent thrust. "Ah! Oh Fuck!" she screamed. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock, squeezing and releasing over and over again. Diane grabbed my hand and placed it over her mouth and screamed again and again. I started thrusting. Slowly pulling out until only my knob was inside then thrusting hard, slamming our bodies together. Each time, she screamed into my hand. I began thrusting faster and she started sucking my cum drenched fingers. Soon I was up on my knees, gripping her legs and pounding her furiously. Diane was gasping, and moaning, and weeping as she grabbed and pulled on the sheets. I had no idea what I was doing, only that I couldn't stop. I was overcome with desire, and passion, and need. I have no idea how long I fucked like that, but finally felt the release coming and came again. I finished and pulled out, watching again the flow of cum from her reddened pussy. At some point Diane had stopped being coherent and was limp with her eyes rolled back and simply lay there moaning and humming. I lay next to her and cradled her head. After a minute, her eyes focused on me and she smiled. I kissed her and pushed the hair from her face. I laid down and she rolled onto her side next to me. She lifted one leg up and over me and I could feel the wetness on my hip. After a bit I dozed off. I was awakened by Diane, stirring and sitting up. She smiled at me and went into the bathroom. When she came out she seemed more composed and sat next to me. She gently toyed with my flaccid cock. "That; That was amazing." "Thank you." I softly replied. "I; I, uh; I came, uh; I came a lot. I've never; had that happen, that intense, that; long. God, a part of me wants to do it again. But I don't think I could take another session like that." "So we take it easy this time," I said. My cock was growing as she played with it. Diane smiled and straddled me. We kissed and I caressed her hips and back as she rubbed her pussy against my cock. She reached down and guided it into her pussy, and slowly slid down onto it. I let her ride me at her pace. She liked it slow and I caressed her thighs, hips, waist and breasts as she rose and fell. The slow pace was nice, I relaxed and studied her, my mind wandering. Who was she? I couldn't recall exactly where I'd seen her, yet she did seem familiar. She was admittedly sexy, yet mature. I guessed she was in her late thirties at the most. I felt like she was a trophy wife, she had that air about her. The realization that I was probably fucking somebody's wife didn't upset me. If anything it made me feel special. Damn lucky in fact. And if she wanted to meet again? I knew I wouldn't turn it down. Mrs. Bateman suddenly leapt into my mind. What was going on? Why had she allowed me to fuck this woman? How did they know each other? Was she indeed going to continue to fuck me after this? And if I could fuck only one of them, which would it be? Diane whoever-she-was was amazing, yet Mrs. Bateman had those huge tits and loved to suck my cock... I was jerked from my musings as Diane leaned down and kissed me. Her tits pressed into my chest. "God dammit Todd! I can't stand it! Fuck me again, fuck me hard and make me cum!" I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out. Faster and faster as she rocked forward on her knees. Her tits were in my face and I began to suck one. I squeezed her ass and pounded her pussy. Diane screamed into the pillow a minute later. "God! Yes! Ah!" I wanted to finish, to cum again, but I wasn't sure how much more it might take. Diane ended it for me, she slid down hard onto my cock and squeezed me tightly with her arms, legs and pussy. She held me tightly as she quivered for a minute or two, then slowly relaxed. She stayed on top and my cock relaxed inside of her. Finally she rose up and looked in my face. "God, you are so good!" she said and kissed me. "I, I have got to stop," she muttered. "I don't want to...but I'm so sore." Slowly she sat up and rolled off of me. My cock plopped wetly from her pussy. She bent and kissed me again. "Damn, you're a good lover. But I need time to heal after a fucking like this." She admitted. She stumbled into the bathroom, taking her dress with her. I lay there feeling awesomely happy. After a while Diane came out of the bathroom. She was dressed and composed. Only her smile gave anything away. I sat up. "Will I see you again?" I asked. "Look, if you do see me, anywhere except in this room, you must ignore me. Understand?" "Yes, I get it. But you are coming back then?" She paused, then grinned, "Oh dammit Todd, that was the best sex I've ever had! Of course I'm coming back!" She kissed me again and left the room. I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Mrs. Bateman was there. She smiled at me and then looked at the wet, crumpled sheets. She reached out and wiped up some of the wetness. Holding her hand to her face she inhaled deeply and grinned. "I love the smell of hot, wet sex," she said. "Call me sick if you want, but it turns me on.' She walked over to me and gently caressed my cock. "She didn't break you, and it sounded like you pleased her. I'm proud of you Todd. I knew you'd be a great fuck." She pointed to an envelope on the nightstand. "That's yours." Curious, I opened it. Inside were twenty dollar bills, I quickly counted them. "Two hundred bucks?" "Yes, that's all yours." To be continued. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

Reconversie Profesională: Când Și Cum Să-ți Schimbi Cariera. Ghid Complet cu Mihai Zânt (S13E08)

Mind Architect

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2025 86:52

Te simți blocat în cariera actuală? Te gândești să faci o schimbare profesională, dar nu știi dacă e momentul potrivit sau cum să o abordezi? Mihai Zânt, antreprenor, executive coach și co-fondator Career Shift, dezvăluie tot ce trebuie să știi despre reconversiile profesionale, de la semnalele care îți arată că e timpul pentru o schimbare, până la strategii concrete de tranziție.CE DESCOPERI ÎN EPISOD:3 semnale clare că e timpul pentru o schimbareCum să distingi între impuls emoțional de moment și nevoia reală de schimbareÎntrebările cheie pe care trebuie să ți le pui înainte de o tranziție profesionalăCât timp îți permiți să cauți? Regula celor 6 luni și calculul realistCriterii de decizie la vârste diferite: 20-30 (experimentare), 30-40 (sens), 40-50 (competitivitate), 50-60 (giving back)Cum să testezi o nouă direcție profesională ÎNAINTE să te arunci completStrategii de pricing: cum să-ți stabilești salariul sau tarifele în antreprenoriatMomentele în care NU ar trebui să faci o tranziție (de exemplu, în burnout acut)Impactul AI asupra schimbărilor de carieră și cum să rămâi relevantCarieră portofoliu și roluri fracționale, noul mod de a lucraPENTRU CINE E RELEVANT EPISODUL:Persoane care simt că au nevoie de o schimbare profesională, dar nu știu dacă e momentulProfesioniști care consideră o reconversie completă sau tranziție către alt domeniuOricine vrea să treacă de la rol de angajat la antreprenoriatManageri și lideri care vor să înțeleagă mai bine dinamica schimbărilor de carierăPersoane la diferite etape de vârstă care caută claritate despre următorul pasDacă îți dorești să lucrezi cu Mihai Zânt, îl poți găsi pe Career Shift Acest episod este produs și distribuit cu susținerea E.ON Energie România. "(00:00:00) Intro""(00:04:13) 3 semnale că e timpul pentru schimbare profesională""(00:06:31) Cum distingi impulsul emoțional de nevoia reală de schimbare""(00:11:06) Criterii de decizie: ce contează la vârste diferite""(00:17:17) Întrebările cheie înainte de o tranziție""(00:18:38) Cât timp îți permiți să cauți? Calculul realist""(00:30:11) Momentele în care NU ar trebui să faci tranziția""(00:33:48) Frica vs momentul nepotrivit: cum le distingi""(00:37:32) Cum testezi o nouă direcție înainte să te arunci""(00:42:19) Career portofoliu și roluri fracționale""(00:53:38) Managementul banilor în tranziții profesionale""(00:57:03) Cum stabilești salariul pentru un nou rol""(01:04:38) Impactul AI asupra schimbărilor de carieră""(01:08:32) Manifestarea AI în companiile din România""(01:20:23) Mini ghid în 5 pași pentru schimbare profesională""(01:22:45) Resurse finale recomandate"

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Nuntii Latini

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2025 6:59

Perfidī diurnāriī Britannicī Tīmotheus Davie, director generālis Britannicae Societātis Divulgātiōnī, quae saepius litterīs compendiāriīs BBC vocitātur, et Deborah Turness, ēius sociētātis diurnāriīs praefecta, coāctī sunt mūneribus abdicāre, cum alia societas diurnāriōrum, quae Tēlegraphēma dīcitur, dēmonstrāvisset diurnāriōs Britannicae Societātis Divulgātiōnī ōrātiōnem praesidis Americānī partibus omissīs aliīsque falsē coniunctīs consultō et cōnsciōs dētorsisse, ut ille contrārium suae ōrātiōnis dixisse vidērētur. Nāvēs prope Americam Merīdiōnālem Britannī diē Martis inhibuērunt quōminus suī speculātōrēs Americānīs auxilium darent, cum ipsī coepissent timēre nē Americānī, quippe quī iam ad octōginta narcotromocratās et mercātōrēs venēnī indemnātōs per mare Caribbicum interfēcissent, iūs gentium violārent. Eōdem diē ad mare Caribbicum advēnit duodecima Americāna classis, Thomā Moninger thalassiarchō, cūius praetōria et āeroplānigera nāvis, Geraldus Ford nōmine, est omnium longārum nāvium maxima. Adsunt etiam secundus exercitus classicōrum, Calvertō Worth imperātōre, cūius nāvis praetōria et helicopterigera appellātur Īwō Jīma; necnōn aliae longae nāvēs missilibus refertae atque etiam nāvēs subaquāneae. Tot et tantīs copiīs convocātīs, quoniam Venetiolānus tyrannus illēgitimus illēgitimō commerciō venēnī lucrātur quō cīvēs Americānī necantur, iūs gentium longē vehementius violārī potest. Magistrātūs Americānī quingentiēns centēna mīlia nummōrum prōmittunt eī, quīcumque Nīcolāum Madūrō tyrannum Venetiolānōrum in dīciōnem reddiderit Americānam. Starmer nōn labefactus Keir Starmer, minister prīmārius Britannōrum quī favōre populī vix fruitur, nēgāvit sē rūmōribus labefactum esse, neque sē in suōs ministrōs neque illōs in sē coniūrāre. Rēspūblica solitō mōre administrātur Senātōrēs factiōnis sinistrae sīve Dēmocraticae, quī quadrāginta diēs recūsāverant nē pecūniam magistrātibus ērogārent ad rempūblicam gerendam, cum nihil quod sperāverant efficere posse vidērentur, manūs tandem dedērunt. Itaque satis pecūniae ērogātur ut magistrātūs rempūblicam diēs gerant septuāginta. Quod comitia populāria ad senātōrēs ēligendōs annō proximō habēbuntur, fierī vix posse vidētur quōminus tālēs rixae iterum iterumque incommoda dītiōribus commeātū āeriō interdictīs et prōlētāriīs congiāriō prīvātīs miseriās afferant. al-Sharā in Americā Ahmed al-Sharā, quī ōlim al-Jolānī vocitābātur, praeses Sȳrōrum, Vasintōniam urbem vīsitāvit diē Lūnae, ubi cum praeside Americānō collocūtus est dē lēge Caesariānā abrogandā. Nam illa lex, quae commercium inter Americānōs et Bashar Assad tyrannum Sȳrōrum interdīxerat, eōdem tyrannō in exilium expulsō nunc obstat, nē post bellum cīvīle Sȳrōrum rēs renoventur. Terror in Indiā Pakistaniāque In capitibus tam Indiae quam Pakistaniae gemina pyrobola dīrupta sunt, quibus ad vigintī hominēs sunt interfectī. Pax tamen, quam mēnse Māiō praeses Americānus utrīque gentī suāsit, manet, dum quaestiō in auctōrēs terrōris habētur. Ūcrāīnēnsēs pecūniā corruptī Cum quaestiō dē pecūlātiōne corruptiōneque in Ūcrāīnā habērētur, ministrī tam iūstitiae quam energīae præfectī honōribus officiīsque sē abdīcāvērunt, ut quī coniūrātī referrentur in pecūlātiōnem. Timur Mindich, amīcus praesidis Ūcrāīnēnsium, quī fōns et princeps coniūrātiōnis esse putātur, fūgit. Mīliēns centēna mīlia nummōrum sublāta esse feruntur. Comitia in Chiliā habenda Diē Sōlis Chiliēnsēs populāria suffrāgia ferent. Doctī hominēs quī populārem ōpīniōnem metiuntur referunt scelera, mīgrātiōnem, gregēs coniūrātōrum latrōnum animōs cīvium magis occupāre quam rem oeconomicam, salūtem pūblicam, īnstitūtiōnem puerōrum. Quamquam Chilēnsēs inter tūtissimās gentēs merīdiōnālis Americae manent, numerus tamen hominum ā percussōribus occīsōrum inter decennium est bis auctus. Quod nōn sēiungitur ab auctō numerō Venetiolānōrum, quī in Chiliēnsium fīnēs ingressī sunt, unde fit ut Chilēnsēs nōmen “Trāminis Arāguae” audīre coeperint. Sinēnsēs Iāpōnēs reprobant Sanaē Takaīchī coram senātū Iāpōnum dīxit sibi necesse vidērī respondēre, sī Formōsa īnsula, quae suī iūris est, ā Sinēnsibus oppugnārētur. Quod Sīnēnsibus, utpote quī Formōsam īnsulam, quae suī iūris est, in suā dīciōne esse falsē dīcerent, offēnsiōnem praebuit. Negāvit autem Takaīchī ab oppositō senātōre diē Lūnae rogāta sē posse nunc negāre Iāpōnēs arma atomica invēntūrōs, factūrōs, habitūrōs. Sola enim est terra Iāpōnica, in quam arma atomica adhibita erant, unde diū negābātur nē Iāpōnēs arma atomica possidērent.

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Vulnerabilitățile României

cine cum unde vulnerabilit

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2025 36:07

Cine ne amenință? Cum răspundem? Ce înseamnă retragerea americană? Unde sunt punctele vulnerabile în societatea românească? ... Și multe alte întrebări în dialogul cu istoricul și diplomatul Mihai-Răzvan Ungureanu.

Chișinăul își reconfirmă prioritățile prin primele vizite externe ale premierului: București și Bruxelles

O Chilie Athonită - Bucurii din Sfântul Munte

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2025 41:14

În cadrul primei sale vizite externe, noul prim-ministrul moldovean Alexandru Munteanu a transmis joi la București un mesaj de recunoștință pentru sprijinul României în integrarea europeană a Republicii Moldova. Vicepremierul Vladimir Bolea, ministru al infrastructurii, a acordat un interviu în studioul RFI, în care a vorbit despre proiectele în derulare sau în pregătire cu România, care vor transforma în următorii ani frontiera moldo-română într-un șantier care să unească cele două maluri ale Prutului. Temele ediției: - Cum a fost văzută de la București vizita prim-ministrului moldovean, ne spune analistul Radu Magdin, într-un interviu acordat Larisei Bernaschi. - Republica Moldova și România au o relație istorică și culturală deosebit de importantă. Acest lucru este repetat insistent de politicienii de la Chișinău și de la București. Dar există riscul ca relația de frăție să fie distrusă? De ce anume? Ne explică jurnalistul Euronews România, Vitalie Cojocari în Cronica lui Vitalie”. - La Chișinău, Parlamentul a început denunțarea acordului cu Rusia privind funcționarea centrelor culturale rusești. Opoziția pro-rusă a criticat inițiativa guvernării. O corespondență de la Valeria Vițu. - Banca Națională a Moldovei estimează o inflație medie anuală de 7,7%, cu un procent peste intervalul țintă, dar cu prognoze de scădere la 4,3 la sută pentru anul viitor. - Aeroportul Internațional Chișinău va cumpăra de la Lukoil infrastructura pentru depozitarea carburanților de la aeroport. - Poliția anunță percheziții și capturi într-o schemă de contrabandă cu țigări transportate cu trenul Chișinău-București. Știrile zilei: Noul prim-ministru moldovean Alexandru Munteanu a făcut joi o primă vizită externă, alegând ca destinație Bucureștiul. Săptămâna viitoare, marți, 18 noiembrie, Alexandru Munteanu merge la Bruxelles. Vizitele reflectă prioritățile pe care le are Republica Moldova – relațiile frățești cu România și integrarea în Uniunea Europeană. *** În septembrie, rata anuală a inflaţiei în Republica Moldova a coborât la 6,9%, ceea ce reprezintă un semnal pozitiv pentru economie şi investiţii, potrivit șefei BNM, Anca Dragu. Potrivit datelor BNM, rata anuală a inflației a scăzut de la 8,2%, cât era în luna iunie, la 6,9%, în luna septembrie 2025. Specialiştii băncii centrale anticipează că inflația va reveni în intervalul țintă, adică sub 6,5% pe an, începând cu primul trimestru al anului 2026. Prognozele BNM estimează o inflație medie anuală de 7,7% pentru acest an și de 4,3% pentru anul viitor. Şefa BNM a atras atenția și asupra faptului că economia începe să revină pe un trend pozitiv, după câțiva ani de declin din cauza impactului războiului din Ucraina asupra economiei Republicii Moldova. Produsul intern brut a înregistrat o creștere de 1,1% în trimestrul al doilea al acestui an. *** Președintele Parlamentului, Igor Grosu, a anunțat joi că Aeroportul Internațional Chișinău va cumpăra infrastructura pentru depozitarea carburanților de la aeroport, care aparține filialei locale a companiei ruse Lukoil. Termenul limită pentru ca Lukoil să accepte oferta statului este luni, 17 noiembrie, având în vedere că sancțiunile americane intră în vigoare pe 21 noiembrie. Republica Moldova a fost pusă în fața unor dificultăți majore odată cu anunțarea sancțiunilor americane, din cauza cotei mari de piață pe care o deține Lukoil și a faptului că multe instituții ale statului se alimentează cu combustibil de la furnizorul rus. Cea mai dificilă situație este la Aeroportul Chișinău, unde Lukoil este singurul furnizor. Autoritățile moldovene dau însă asigurări ca problema aeroportului va fi depășită odată cu preluarea de către stat a infrastructurii de aprovizionare cu kerosen a avioanelor. *** Un grup criminal organizat, din care fac parte și angajați ai Întreprinderii de Stat „Calea Ferată din Moldova”, a fost documentat de poliție pentru contrabandă cu țigarete, folosind ruta feroviară Chișinău–București, anunța un comunicat al Poliției. Au fost efectuate percheziții la domiciliile persoanelor vizate, în depoul de locomotive și vagoane din Chișinău, precum și în trenul de pe cursa Chișinău–București. „În urma acțiunilor a fost depistată o cantitate de peste 120 de mii de țigarete, ascunse și pregătite pentru a fi transportate prin contrabandă”, anunță Poliția. *** Republica Moldova va procura manuale de matematică din Estonia, care vor fi traduse și adaptate pentru elevii din clasele I–XII. Achiziția se va face cu suportul Uniunii Europene. Ministrul Educației, Dan Perciun, spune că până în 2027 va fi finalizat și noul curriculum școlar, inspirat din modelul estonian, transmite Radio Moldova. Oficialul recunoaște că sunt discipline la care Republica Moldova, citez, „nu știe încă să facă manuale”, motiv pentru care Ministerul a decis să renunțe la „experimentele locale”. Chișinăul este în proces de revizuire a curriculumului național, iar reforma are scopul „de a transforma educația într-un proces relevant pentru realitatea cotidiană, capabil să dezvolte gândirea critică și creativitatea elevilor”. Ministrul Educației a precizat că vor fi introduse mai multe discipline noi, precum educația financiară, educația pentru societate, educația media și pentru sănătate – domenii tot mai solicitate pe piața muncii și necesare pentru viața de zi cu zi, despre care, spune Dan Perciun, școala „a vorbit prea puțin până acum”. *** Republica Moldova va introduce peste un an, la început de 2027, sistemul de depozit pentru ambalaje, pentru a încuraja reciclarea. Sistemul presupune o garanție de 2 lei moldovenești, sumă echivalentă cu cei 50 de bani cât constituie garanția în România, la cumpărarea băuturilor în ambalaje de plastic, sticlă sau aluminiu, care va putea fi recuperată prin returnarea ulterioară. Autoritățile estimează că noul sistem, care funcționează deja în majoritatea statelor europene, va permite colectarea a 55% din ambalajele de sticlă și 60% din cele din plastic și metal. In doar trei ani, rata de colectare ar urma să atingă şi 80%.

Rugăciunea schimbă creierul? Ce spune medicina - p. Adrian Sorin Mihalache

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2025 117:15

Vă oferim în mod extraordinar un interviu foarte folositor pentru creștinii de astăzi a căror credință este influențată de valul de ateism care pare că vine prin știință. Ne bucurăm pentru acest interviu, însă, pe de altă parte ne încearcă o tristețe pentru că noi nu mai credem în Sf. Părinți așa cum ar trebui și avem nevoie de proptelele Științei.Într-o lume în care stresul, anxietatea și epuizarea emoțională par a fi prețul progresului, rugăciunea rămâne una dintre cele mai profunde și mai simple forme de vindecare interioară. Dar ce se întâmplă, de fapt, în creierul celui care se roagă? Cum poate un act duhovnicesc să aibă efecte măsurabile asupra stării de sănătate, echilibrului emoțional și clarității mentale?Arhid. Adrian Sorin Mihalache explică modul în care neuroștiințele contemporane confirmă adevăruri pe care tradiția creștină le trăiește de secole: rugăciunea modelează mintea, reglează emoțiile și aduce armonie între trup și suflet.Vizionare plăcută!Pentru Pomelnice și Donații accesați: https://www.chilieathonita.ro/pomelnice-si-donatii/Pentru mai multe articole (texte, traduceri, podcasturi) vedeți https://www.chilieathonita.ro/

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Leo Vardiashvili: „Uneori umorul este singura apărare împotriva lucrurilor rele”

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2025 28:16

Leo Vardiashvili este autorul romanului „La marginea unui codru nesfârșit” (Ed. Trei, trad. Mihaela Buruiană). Născut în 1983 la Tbilisi, Leo Vardiashvili a emigrat, la doisprezece ani, împreună cu familia, în Marea Britanie, unde a studiat literatura engleză. „La marginea unui codru nesfârșit” este romanul lui de debut, scris într-un stil care te cucerește de la primele rînduri. Pentru că știe să-ți stîrnească curiozitatea, știe cît să-ți spună din poveste ca să vrei să citești mai departe, știe să împletească realismul cu realismul magic, știe să spună istorii dramatice sau tragice marcînd în permanență poveștile cu un umor special. La fel ca autorul său, personajul principal al romanului a emigrat în copilărie împreună cu familia, din Georgia în Marea Britanie. La fel ca personajul său, autorul romanului s-a întors în Georgia natală, dar nu pe urmele rudelor, ci ca să vadă cu ochii lui locurile prin care urma să ajungă personajul său. Asemănările dintre personaj și autor se opresc însă aici. Restul e ficțiune. Leo Vardiashvili a fost invitat la Festivalul Internațional de Literatură și Traducere de la Iași (FILIT). Adela Greceanu a vorbit cu el despre romanul cu care a debutat, despre Georgia din ficțiune și din realitate, despre umorul special al spațiilor care au trecut prin mari încercări, despre întîlnirile cu cititorii și despre valul de entuziasm cu care a fost întîmpinat „La marginea unui codru nesfârșit”. Interviul a fost tradus de Sorana Lupu.Leo Vardiashvili: „Pentru mine scrisul a fost un fel de terapie. Am încercat să depășesc experiența mutării din Georgia în Marea Britanie care a fost un șoc cultural. Am ajuns acolo și am mers direct la școală. Stăteam cu dicționarul în ultima bancă și nu înțelegeam ce se vorbește în jurul meu. Probabil că scrierea acestei cărți a fost și o încercare de a scoate din mine această experiență. Cred că la un moment dat, un lucru înspăimîntător a fost să-mi dau seama că practic reprezentam Georgia. Nu sînt mulți scriitori georgieni care să fie traduși în Marea Britanie. Da, într-adevăr, Nino Haratischwili a fost tradusă în engleză, dar nu sînt mulți autori cunoscuți în limba engleză. De aceea am încercat să aduc din Georgia toată autenticitatea ei.”Povestea lui Saba și a familiei sale e scrisă într-un ritm de roman de aventuri, în care poveștile atroce se împletesc cu firele magice ale unei lumi paralele, populate de vocile celor care nu mai sînt, și totul este punctat de umor foarte special, pentru că, așa cum spune personajul principal, „Uneori trebuie să rîzi de un lucru, ca să-l lași fără putere.” Cum ați integrat umorul într-o poveste nu tocmai veselă?Leo Vardiashvili: „Mi-am dat seama că scriam despre niște subiecte deprimante, că personajele treceau prin întîmplări oribile și atunci a trebuit să aduc în poveste lucruri precum umorul, realismul magic, pentru a masca partea deprimantă, pentru a o face mai acceptabilă. Există și un truc psihologic, atît în filme, cît și în literatură. Dacă ceea ce citești te face să rîzi sau te întristează, te deschizi, devii vulnerabil la experiența opusă. Am încercat să fac acest roman amuzant în aceeași măsură în care este trist. (...) Aș putea să vă arăt ciorne ale romanului, unde am notat doar: deprimant, deprimant, deprimant. Și deodată ceva e subliniat și alături scrie: fă chestia asta amuzantă! Nu știu ce spune asta despre mine, dar îmi este mult mai ușor să scriu părțile deprimante. Ideile pentru părțile amuzante îmi vin, de exemplu, cînd fac duș. (...) Cred că uneori umorul este singura apărare împotriva lucrurilor rele care se pot întîmpla. Și cred că locurile care au avut parte de vremuri grele au cu atît mai mult umor. Întotdeauna se găsește cineva care să spună ceva absolut hilar în cel mai nepotrivit moment.” Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta întregul interviu!O emisiune de Adela GreceanuUn produs Radio România Cultural

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159 - Dacian Păşcuţă - Bărbatul de azi în cuplu: între insuficiență și macho.

Thinking Made Visible

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 13, 2025 61:14

În episodul acesta din Thinking Made Visible stau de vorbă cu Dacian Pășcuță despre masculinitate și despre felul în care un bărbat se vede pe el însuși în etapele vieții prin care trece. Am început conversația încercând să înțelegem cum se formează perspectivele lui despre maturitate și unde apar tensiunile dintre copilul interior, adolescentul interior și adultul care încearcă să le țină pe toate la un loc.Am simțit că este un subiect care merită privit atent, pentru că mulți bărbați trăiesc presiunea de a rămâne „în control”, iar în spatele acestei presiuni se află emoții, nevoi și frici pe care nu le vedem des. Dacian vorbește despre insuficiență, despre rușine, despre rebeliunile care apar în interior și despre modul în care toate acestea pot fi conținute fără să fie ascunse.Conversația atinge și dinamica relațiilor de cuplu, felul în care apar conflicte, momentele în care adolescentul interior preia controlul și situațiile în care liniștea poate face mai mult decât orice reacție rapidă. Mi se pare o piesă de puzzle importantă în înțelegerea maturității emoționale.Am observat și modul în care el descrie autoconținerea și singurătatea care, în timp, se poate transforma într-o solitudine sănătoasă. E un proces care cere timp, claritate și prezență reală față de propriile emoții. Pentru mine a fost o perspectivă nouă și necesară, pentru că arată masculinul așa cum se trăiește în interior, nu cum arată în exterior.Dacă ești curios cum vede un bărbat matur toate aceste straturi și ce înseamnă, în mod real, să fii în contact cu tine, conversația aceasta o să-ți ofere o privire limpede asupra subiectului.Intro (00:00)Cine este Dacian Păşcuţă (2:48)Etichetele ne rigidizează relația cu viața (4:04)Starea de insuficienţă la bărbaţi (6:11)Bărbații zic că femeile sunt de vină, femeile zic că bărbaţii (9:26)Cine ar trebui să iniţieze (11:22)Le cerem prea multe bărbaților (12:11)Atenţie la cum punem presiune (13:19)Ce este cultura macho (15:33)Exemple de bărbați care se confruntă cu asta (19:34)Punte de legătură între banii pe care îi faci şi relaţia de cuplu (25:15)Exemplu de situaţie - fiecare şef îşi are şeful, dar cum gestionezi (28:14)Alt exemplu - bărbatul într-un rol în care nu face banii pe care și-i dorește (30:58)Bărbatul care trebuie să fie provider pentru familie (37:29)De unde încep să integrez ca bărbat, ca să nu ajung să urăsc femeile (38:58)Felul în care ești tratat este în primul rând în tine... (42:30)Bărbatul se transformă în exact ceea ce ea și-ar fi dorit (47:39)Presiunea că nu eşti suficient de bun pentru ea (49:06)Cum descrii bărbatul matur din prezent (52:02)Ultima întrebare (54:49)Ai impresia că eşti singur, te simţi respins, poate nu faci banii pe care îi vrei (56:41)Outro (58:38)Dă-ți timp să urmărești conversaţia până la capăt, pentru că nu cautăm vinovați. Doar deschidem spațiul pentru înțelegere: pentru femeile care vor să privească altfel şi pentru bărbații care simt că e timpul să se vadă pe ei înșiși mai clar.

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Diplomație culturală fără politizare. Cum funcționează modelul german? - interviu cu Joachim Umlauf

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 13, 2025 23:02

Continuăm seria de emisiuni dedicate diplomației culturale și rolului Institutului Cultural Român. Vă propunem o dezbatere despre modelele europene de cooperare culturală și despre felul în care Germania și-a construit o rețea globală de institute culturale. Invitatul lui Matei Martin este Joachim Umlauf, fost director al Institutului Goethe din București, diplomat cultural de carieră. Printre altele, Joachim Umlauf predă la masterul de diplomație culturală al Facultății de Științe Politice, Universitatea din București. Cum este definit rolul Goethe-Institutului în politica culturală și externă a Germaniei?Joachim Umlauf: „Goethe-Institut este o instituție cu un caracter foarte specific, tipic germană. Într-o anumită situație istorică de după cel de-Al Doilea Război Mondial, Germania de Vest a creat sau a susținut instituții care să reprezinte Germania în străinătate. Elementul esențial aici – și cred că e ușor de înțeles de ce – este că s-au fondat sau sprijinit instituții care să fie la o anumită distanță de stat. După război, se dorea susținerea unor instituții care să nu fie identificate direct cu statul german, pentru că statul se discreditase complet prin național-socialism.De aceea au fost create instituții precum Goethe-Institut, reînființat, regîndit pe altă structură în 1951, sau Fundația Alexander von Humboldt, ori Serviciul German pentru Schimburi Academice (DAAD) – toate cu personalitate juridică, cu o anumită autonomie de conținut și, prin aceasta, cu o distanță față de stat. Este ceva tipic german. Trebuie ținut cont, pe lîngă aspectul legat de discreditarea Germaniei în lume și de încercarea de a fi reintegrată între națiunile civilizate, că Germania a avut mereu un caracter federal și un model descentralizat. Și asta a jucat un rol important.”Care este relația concretă dintre Goethe-Institut și Ministerul Federal de Externe?Joachim Umlauf: „Relația este clară: avem autonomie în ceea ce privește conținutul, dar depindem financiar de minister. Institutul primește fonduri, pe de o parte, de la Ministerul de Externe și, pe de altă parte, are propriile venituri obținute din cursuri și examene de limbă. Considerabile, dar insuficiente. Dar autonomia de conținut merge mînă în mînă cu dependența financiară.Există un așa-numit „contract-cadru” care stabilește regulile relației dintre Ministerul de Externe și Goethe-Institut. E un document general, stabil și, de regulă, nu este modificat. În plus, există obiective strategice, acorduri cu privire la obiective care se reînnoiesc, de obicei, o dată la patru ani și care sînt negociate cu Ministerul. Așa funcționează sistemul, în linii mari.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral!O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei MartinUn produs Radio România Cultural

Ep. 042 – Elbit Out: Stop complicității României la genocidul din Gaza, cu Raluca de la PS.CJ [RO]

Leneșx Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 12, 2025 46:23

În episodul de azi vorbim cu Raluca de la grupul Palestine Solidarity Cluj despre campania “Elbit Out” pe care au inițiat-o, prin care denunță complicitatea României la genocidul perpetuat de statul Israel în Gaza. În prima parte vorbim despre revendicările principale ale campaniei și felurile în care statul Român colaborează militar cu Israelul. În a doua parte lărgim discuția la contextul istoric care a generat conflictul curent, iar invitația noastră ne povestește cum este viața de zi cu zi a palestinienilor sub ocupația israeliană, pe baza călătoriei sale recente în Cisiordania. În încheiere, facem apel la ascultătorx să sprijine campania prin colectare de semnături și donații, și mai ales prin a vorbi cu persoanele apropiate despre ce se întâmplă în Gaza și complicitatea României. ===== Re(Surse): Palestine Solidarity Cluj fb: https://www.facebook.com/palestinesolidarity.cj ig: https://www.instagram.com/palestinesolidarity_cj/ Campania Elbit Out https://elbit-out.info/ Raportul “Elbit Out - Stop înarmării ocupației. Stop înarmării genocidului. Stop înarmării Israelului.” https://elbit-out.info/de-ce-elbit Susține campania Elbit Out prin donații si completarea tabelului cu semnături https://elbit-out.info/sustine-campania Raluca Panait, Cum arată ocupația israeliană din Cisiordania - o perspectivă de la fața locului, Editorial în Libertatea https://www.libertatea.ro/stiri/cuma-arata-ocupatia-israeliana-din-cisiordania-5448499 Arta: grc Muzica: Lacrima, de Sofia Zadar x ricky horror yt: https://youtu.be/MYOYp6pWWbE?list=RDMYOYp6pWWbE

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CEI 200.000 ROMÂNI INVIZIBILI. DESPRE DRAGOSTE ÎN ULTIMELE CLIPE ALE VIEȚII I Fain & Simplu 276

Fain & Simplu Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 11, 2025 96:52

Mirela Nemțanu și Mihai Morar ne poartă printr-un univers necunoscut: ultimele clipe de viață.Sfârșitul este o certitudine pentru noi toți. Însă câți ne gândim la el? Ce înseamnă? Cum va veni? Ce vom simți? Sfârșitul pe această lume este, pentru majoritatea, ceva incert și îndepărtat. Însă pentru aproape 200.000 de romani anual este certitudinea palpabilă iminentă, aflată uneori, la doar câteva ore distanță. Alături de ei, peste 20.000 de copii se sting, an de an, fără să aibă ocazia să ajungă vreodată oameni mari.Sunt oamenii la care statul român a renunțat. Pentru care nu face absolut nimic, deși și ieșirea din viață este la fel de importantă ca însăși viața. De ei se ocupă doar câteva ONG uri și fundații. Care fac treaba statului. Gratis!Hospice Casa Speranței este fundația medicală care oferă acestor oameni un sfârșit demn. Îngrijire medicală celor aflați în stadiul terminal, consiliere psihologică familiilor. Oferind, în mod neașteptat... speranță.Cunoaște-i pe oamenii care au trecut deja marele prag spre care ne îndreptăm toți. Și descoperă ceea ce ei au aflat în ultimele clipe: ce contează cu adevărat în viață.Un dialog între Mirela Nemțanu și Mihai Morar despre viitorul nostru, al tuturor.La Fain & Simplu.

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Nov 7, 2025. Gospel: Matt 18:23-35. Feria.

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 7, 2025 2:58

23 Therefore is the kingdom of heaven likened to a king, who would take an account of his servants.Ideo assimilatum est regnum caelorum homini regi, qui voluit rationem ponere cum servis suis. 24 And when he had begun to take the account, one was brought to him, that owed him ten thousand talents.Et cum coepisset rationem ponere, oblatus est ei unus, qui debebat ei decem millia talenta. 25 And as he had not wherewith to pay it, his lord commanded that he should be sold, and his wife and children and all that he had, and payment to be made.Cum autem non haberet unde redderet, jussit eum dominus ejus venundari, et uxorem ejus, et filios, et omnia quae habebat, et reddi. 26 But that servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Procidens autem servus ille, orabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 27 And the lord of that servant being moved with pity, let him go and forgave him the debt.Misertus autem dominus servi illius, dimisit eum, et debitum dimisit ei. 28 But when that servant was gone out, he found one of his fellow servants that owed him an hundred pence: and laying hold of him, throttled him, saying: Pay what thou owest.Egressus autem servus ille invenit unum de conservis suis, qui debebat ei centum denarios : et tenens suffocavit eum, dicens : Redde quod debes. 29 And his fellow servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Et procidens conservus ejus, rogabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 30 And he would not: but went and cast him into prison, till he paid the debt.Ille autem noluit : sed abiit, et misit eum in carcerem donec redderet debitum. 31 Now his fellow servants seeing what was done, were very much grieved, and they came and told their lord all that was done.Videntes autem conservi ejus quae fiebant, contristati sunt valde : et venerunt, et narraverunt domino suo omnia quae facta fuerant. 32 Then his lord called him; and said to him: Thou wicked servant, I forgave thee all the debt, because thou besoughtest me:Tunc vocavit illum dominus suus : et ait illi : Serve nequam, omne debitum dimisi tibi quoniam rogasti me : 33 Shouldst not thou then have had compassion also on thy fellow servant, even as I had compassion on thee?nonne ergo oportuit et te misereri conservi tui, sicut et ego tui misertus sum? 34 And his lord being angry, delivered him to the torturers until he paid all the debt.Et iratus dominus ejus tradidit eum tortoribus, quoadusque redderet universum debitum. 35 So also shall my heavenly Father do to you, if you forgive not every one his brother from your hearts.Sic et Pater meus caelestis faciet vobis, si non remiseritis unusquisque fratri suo de cordibus vestris.

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Vizita lui Mark Rutte văzută de la Chișinău: Un mesaj de continuitate strategică pe flancul estic, cu efecte și asupra R. Moldova

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 7, 2025 41:09

Vizita secretarului general al NATO, Mark Rutte, la București a fost o demonstrație de forță diplomatică, menită să transmită un mesaj de continuitate și stabilitate strategică pe flancul estic, cu efecte și asupra Republicii Moldova. Pentru observatorii de la Chișinău, prezența lui Rutte vine să contracareze interpretările propagandistice ale Federației Ruse legate de decizia Washingtonului de a reduce formal efectivele americane din România. O corespondență semnată de Liliana Barbăroșie. Temele ediției: - Cum s-a văzut de la Chișinău vizita la București a noului secretar general al NATO, Mark Rutte. - Invitata Moldova Zoom de astăzi este Ramona Strugariu, directoarea Institutului Național al Justiției de la Chișinău. Într-un moment în care reformele din sistemul judiciar vor trebui doar să se amplifice, iar resursa umană este încă deficitară, Ramona Strugariu vorbește despre o soluție care ar putea schimba rezultatul: accesul direct în profesie al absolvenților Institutului Național al Justiției, așa cum se întâmplă în România. - Prima decizie a noului Guvern de la Chișinău a fost să închidă Centrul Cultural Rus. Dar Rusia are în continuare în România o instituție similară, constată jurnalistul Euronews România, Vitalie Cojocari. - Povestea tinerei artiste elisen.li: vocea unei generații care se întoarce acasă pentru a construi, a inspira și a schimba viitorul Republicii Moldova. Ecaterina Tanasiiciuc a căutat să afle povestea artistei elisen.li și a omului Elisaveta Ivasiuc. - Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, a ținut un discurs în fața noului Parlament de la Chișinău. - Secretarul general al NATO, Mark Rutte, mulțumește României pentru sprijinirea Republica Moldova în combaterea amenințărilor hibride din partea Rusiei. - Ucraina a reluat importurile de gaze prin ruta sudică Transbalcanică, care trece prin Republica Moldova, România și Bulgaria. Știrile zilei: Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, a ținut un discurs în fața noului Parlament de la Chișinău, ales în urma scrutinului din 28 septembrie și care este dominat de o majoritate pro-europeană. Roberta Metsola a venit cu mesaje de sprijin pentru parcursul european accelerat al Republicii Moldova și a dat asigurări că Bruxellesul va susține aspirația Chișinăului de a avea un acord de aderare în 2028. În același timp, ea a subliniat că transparența în cheltuirea fondurilor europene este esențială. Roberta Metsola efectuează o vizită de două zile în Republica Moldova în cadrul căreia are întâlniri cu oficialii moldoveni, dar și ci tinerii de la Liceul „Spiru Haret” din Chișinău. *** Secretarul general al NATO, Mark Rutte, a declarat că împărtășește „sentimentul de urgență” exprimat de președintele României, Nicușor Dan, cu privire la amenințările hibride din partea Rusiei și la faptul că România sprijină R. Moldova în acest sens. Declarațiile au fost făcute în cadrul unui interviu oferit portalului Calea Europeană. „Vă pot asigura că întreaga NATO, inclusiv România, suntem cu toții foarte conștienți de amenințarea hibridă. Nu putem vorbi întotdeauna public despre ceea ce facem pentru a o contracara, pentru a ne asigura că alții nu vor încerca din nou. Dar este o parte integrantă a apărării noastre”, a continuat secretarul general al Alianței. Președintele Nicușor Dan a prezentat în octombrie liderilor europeni, la summitul Comunității Politice Europene de la Copenhaga, un document privind ingerințele Rusiei care au condus la anularea alegerilor prezidențiale din noiembrie 2024. Mark Rutte a precizat că a văzut același mod de operare și la alegerile parlamentare din R. Moldova. „Mulțumiri României pentru tot ceea ce faceți în acest sens pentru Moldova. Este crucial. Este extrem de important ca alegerile să fie cât mai libere posibil”, a spus Mark Rutte. *** Ucraina a reluat importurile de gaze prin ruta sudică Transbalcanică, care trece prin Republica Moldova, România și Bulgaria, așa-numitul Coridor Vertical, ca răspuns la intensificarea atacurilor rusești asupra infrastructurii de gaze și energie, care au redus producția internă cu cel puțin jumătate. Folosirea traseului de către Ucraina a devenit posibilă după ce recent România și Republica Moldova au redus cu 50 la sută tarifele de tranzit prin Coridorului vertical. *** Comerciantul global de mărfuri Gunvor a renunțat la achiziția activelor externe ale „Lukoil”. Decizia vine după ce Ministerul de Finanțe al SUA a numit compania de trading petrolier „o marionetă a Kremlinului”, scrie Ziarul de Gardă. În Republica Moldova Lukoil are o cotă de piață importantă și este furnizor unic pentru aeroportul internațional Chișinău. Autoritățile moldovene sunt în căutarea de soluții pentru a preveni o eventuală criză. „Lukoil” anunțase vânzarea activelor sale din străinătate, evaluate la aproximativ 20 de miliarde de euro, la patru zile după ce a fost supus sancțiunilor americane, iar trei zile mai târziu ajunsese la un acord cu traderul de petrol Gunvor. Pentru încheierea tranzacției era necesară aprobarea autorităților americane responsabile de sancțiuni. Totuși, Ministerul de Finanțe al SUA a declarat că „atâta timp cât Putin continuă aceste crime fără sens, marioneta Kremlinului — Gunvor — nu va primi niciodată o licență pentru a opera și a obține profit”. După această declarație, reprezentantul Gunvor, Seth Pietras, a declarat pentru Politico că firma își retrage oferta pentru activele externe ale „Lukoil”.

Noua „eră a ticăloșilor”

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 7, 2025 4:13

În cele mai multe cazuri, mass-media economică prezintă oameni de afaceri sau investitori, companii sau antreprenori printr-un unghi pozitiv. Mediul de afaceri, în general, este văzut prin prisma taxelor și impozitelor plătite la stat, a locurilor de muncă create și eventual a implicării sociale. Fără îndoială, așa stau lucrurile, companiile mai mari sau mici, românești sau străine joacă atât un rol economic, cât și unul social. Numai că vine un moment în care soclul pe care a fost ridicat mediul economic se fisurează rău. Vine un moment care ne arată un adevăr pe care îl bănuim, dar pe care de multe ori preferăm să îl trecem cu vederea, cel al relațiilor „sulfuroase” dintre unii oameni de afaceri și zona politică. În aceste zile, am văzut un astfel de moment „în toată splendoarea sa”. Un om de afaceri din județul Vaslui proprietarul unei firme cunoscute la nivel regional din industria alimentară a avut la începutul acestui an o mare problemă. Respectiv, inspectorii Direcției sanitar-veterinare locale au găsit salmonella în fermele lui și drept urmare 220.000 de păsări au fost sacrificate și șase milioane de ouă au fost distruse. O comisie formată din reprezentanți ai prefecturii, ai DSV local și experți în sectorul avicol au făcut o evaluare a situației. Dacă verdictul comisiei ar fi fost că proprietarul a respectat normele sanitar-veterinare acesta ar fi obținut despăgubiri de la stat. Miza este foarte mare, pentru că sumele primite ar trebui să ajungă la 13 milioane de lei. Numai că de la începutul anului până în septembrie a.c. nu s-a rezolvat nimic, Direcția Sanitar-Veterinară Vaslui nu a aprobat dosarul de despăgubire. Afaceristul din Vaslui este mânios și crede că oamenii de la stat au ceva cu el și cu fabricile lui de carne de pui. Până aici nu este nimic ieșit din comun. Am văzut de-a lungul timpului nenumărați antreprenori supărați pe stat pentru motive foarte diverse, inclusiv pentru că unele instituții de control le-ar fi închis afacerea pentru o perioadă mai lungă sau mai scurtă de timp. În acest punct, va fi nevoie ca instituțiile statului, poate chiar Corpul de control al prim-ministrului, să lămurească dacă acțiunea Direcției sanitar-veterinare din Vaslui a fost în limitele legale sau a fost vorba de un abuz. Când este nervos omul de afaceri din Vaslui face gesturi îngrozitoare. De exemplu, în urmă cu un an a lovit un cal până când l-a omorât. În cazul despăgubirilor, investitorul vasluian se decide că trebuie să scape de cel care îi pune bețe în roate. Cum ar putea face acest lucru? Schimbându-l de la conducerea instituției. Desigur, nu îl poate da afară pe șeful DSV Vaslui de unul singur și apelează la un politician, șeful PNL pe județ și la o mică rețea din regiune. Politicianul local nu este chiar mărunt. Mai întâi, pentru că acesta este un traseist care și-a început drumul în politică în PSD, a trecut la UNPR, s-a orientat către Partidul Poporului Dan Diaconescu și apoi a eșuat la PNL. Tot acest traseu politic sinuos i-a adus însă suficiente beneficii. A fost director general la Telecomunicații CFR, președintele Consiliului de Administrație al Metrorex și chiar șeful Comitetului de audit din cadrul Consiliului, iar din mai a.c. a fost numit președintele Autorității pentru Reformă Feroviară, instituție care se ocupă de procedurile de achiziții publice de material rulant. Procurorii care instrumentează cazul susțin că omul de afaceri ar fi pus la bătaie 1,5 milioane de euro pentru a rezolva problema. Desigur, suma trebuie privită cu multe rezerve, pare exagerată, dar anchetatorii spun că nu ar fi prima oară când afaceristul ar fi dat bani în acest caz. Totodată, miza este mare: 13 milioane de lei. Mă feresc de judecăți de valoare. Anchetele din România din ultimii ani au adus surprize și multe schimbări de situație. Dar, ceea ce vedem în acest caz ne aduce aminte de Marin Preda având revelația că trăim într-o nouă „eră a ticăloșilor”.

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Lupii tineri din echipa lui Sorin Grindeanu. Cine sunt greii PSD din spatele lor (Cotidianul)

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 7, 2025 5:04

Fără surprize la Congresul PSD de astăzi: Grindeanu candidează singur. Cum se modifică statutul partidului (Adevărul) - Fostul primar Daniel Tudorache se pregătește să intre în Top 10 inculpați de lux ajutați de Lia Savonea, șefa Înaltei Curți, să scape de pedepse (Libertatea) - INTERVIU INTEGRAL Ciprian Ciucu: Mă lupt cu Băluță că nu vreau să ia PSD Bucureștiul / Categoric nu o să candidez la Cotroceni / Refacerea Bulevardului Magheru și consolidarea seismică sunt proiectele majore (G4Media) - De ce cresc de la an la an vânzările de Black Friday și cum ajung românii să cumpere lucruri de care nu au nevoie (HotNews) Fără surprize la Congresul PSD de astăzi: Grindeanu candidează singur. Cum se modifică statutul partidului (Adevărul) Partidul Social Democrat organizează astăzi un Congres pentru alegerea noii conduceri. Sorin Grindeanu, președinte interimar, urmează să fie confirmat oficial în fruntea partidului, cu puteri depline. Evenimentul marchează schimbări importante în structura internă a PSD, inclusiv alegerea unei noi echipe de conducere și modificarea statutului. Printre noutăți se numără și renunțarea oficială la eticheta de „progresist”. Noua echipă a PSD, propusă prin moțiunea lui Sorin Grindeanu, reunește membri cu notorietate, cu putere în partid, dar din zone diferite: eurodeputatul Victor Negrescu, vicepreședinte al Parlamentului European, candidează pentru un post de prim-vicepreședinte al PSD. În același timp, eurodeputatul Claudiu Manda, vicepreședinte pe regiunea sud-vest, candidează pentru postul de secretar general al partidului, înlocuindu-l pe Paul Stănescu, iar deputatul Gabriel Zetea, în prezent vicepreședinte pe administrație și infrastructură, candidează pentru un post de vicepreședinte regional pentru zona de Nord-Vest. Noua echipă de conducere va cuprinde cinci prim-vicepreședinți, opt vicepreședinți regionali și 12 vicepreședinți pe diverse domenii de activitate, pe lângă secretarul general și președintele Consiliului Național și poziția de președinte. Astfel, scrie ziarul Adevărul, numărul membrilor conducerii crește de la 21 la 27. Lupii tineri din echipa lui Sorin Grindeanu. Cine sunt greii PSD din spatele lor (Cotidianul) Tinerii din PSD care au ajuns în lumina reflectoarelor sunt crescuți la umbra greilor din PSD. Liderii cu greutate se retrag din prim-plan, dar nu renunță la frâiele puterii. În echipa lui Grindeanu nu se vor mai regăsi Paul Stănescu, Marian Neacșu, Radu Moldovan. Nici Mihai Tudose nu mai e chiar în prima linie, deși rămâne președintele Consiliului Național. Alți lideri cu vechime s-au retras mai demult. Dar asta nu înseamnă că nu influențează deciziile partidului de după cortină. Lupii noi din PSD sunt crescuți la umbra lor, o arată evoluția carierei acestora din urmă și, în unele cazuri, declarațiile publice. Oamenii grei din PSD i-au crescut și i-au aruncat acum în jungla de la București ca să ocupe primele poziții la vârful partidului și să le ducă mai departe moștenirea. Cine pleacă, cine vine în echipa lui Grindeanu citiți în Cotidianul. Fostul primar Daniel Tudorache se pregătește să intre în Top 10 inculpați de lux ajutați de Lia Savonea, șefa Înaltei Curți, să scape de pedepse (Libertatea) Daniel Tudorache este următorul condamnat care se pregătește să își anuleze pedeapsa, după recursul în casație depus de el și ajuns la complet, din componența căruia face parte și șefa Înaltei Curți, Lia Savonea. Până acum, judecătoarea a ajutat cel puțin 10 nume grele din politică, administrație și mediul privat să scape ori să își îndulcească situația penală. Fostul primar al Sectorului 1, Daniel Tudorache, condamnat pe 21 ianuarie 2025 la 3 ani de închisoare cu suspendare pentru complicitate la trafic de influență, va afla pe 17 noiembrie 2025 dacă va scăpa sau nu de pedeapsă. Libertatea prezintă în ordine cronologică descrescătoare alte 10 dosare ale unor inculpați VIP care au beneficiat de clemența judecătoarei Lia Savonea de când a ajuns la Înalta Curte. INTERVIU INTEGRAL Ciprian Ciucu: Mă lupt cu Băluță că nu vreau să ia PSD Bucureștiul / Categoric nu o să candidez la Cotroceni / Refacerea Bulevardului Magheru și consolidarea seismică sunt proiectele majore (G4Media) Ciprian Ciucu, candidatul PNL la Primăria București și primar în funcție al Sectorului 6, a declarat într-un interviu acordat lui Cristian Pantazi și Dan Tăpălagă pentru G4Media. ro că principalul său rival în cursă este Daniel Băluță de la PSD. Ciucu a spus că refacerea Bulevardului Magheru și a Căii Victoriei din centrul Capitalei, descongestionarea traficului și consolidarea seismică sunt principalele sale proiecte la Primăria București. Ciucu a exclus o viitoare candidatură la Președinția României cu excepția unei situații ”excepționale” și a propus mai multe soluții pentru traficul sufocant din Capitală. De ce cresc de la an la an vânzările de Black Friday și cum ajung românii să cumpere lucruri de care nu au nevoie (HotNews) Black Friday a devenit în România un ritual anual al cumpărăturilor. Deși mulți spun că reducerile sunt o păcăleală, cifrele arată altceva: de la an la an, magazinele bat recorduri de vânzări. Fenomenul spune multe despre cum s-au schimbat românii, nu doar în obiceiurile de consum, ci și în felul în care reacționează emoțional la ideea de ofertă. Mai multe studii au analizat de-a lungul anilor motivele psihologice, sociale și de marketing care stau la baza cumpărăturilor de Black Friday, dar și a tendinței de a achiziționa produse de care nici nu ai nevoie. Studiile, citate de HotNews, vorbesc despre cumpărarea impulsivă, despre teama de a pierde o ocazie bună, despre sentimentul de urgență și de raritate, dar și despre motive legate de pura plăcere. Suntem influențați foarte mult și de ce fac oamenii din jur, fiindcă aflăm despre prieteni care ne spun că și-au luat airfryer, espressor, aspirator robotic, geacă sau smartphone, așa că ne gândim să nu rămânem mai prejos. eMAG organizează Black Friday pe 7 noiembrie, cel mai devreme în istoria evenimentului de shopping.

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Nov 6, 2025. Gospel: Matt 18:23-35. Feria.

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 6, 2025 2:47

23 Therefore is the kingdom of heaven likened to a king, who would take an account of his servants.Ideo assimilatum est regnum caelorum homini regi, qui voluit rationem ponere cum servis suis. 24 And when he had begun to take the account, one was brought to him, that owed him ten thousand talents.Et cum coepisset rationem ponere, oblatus est ei unus, qui debebat ei decem millia talenta. 25 And as he had not wherewith to pay it, his lord commanded that he should be sold, and his wife and children and all that he had, and payment to be made.Cum autem non haberet unde redderet, jussit eum dominus ejus venundari, et uxorem ejus, et filios, et omnia quae habebat, et reddi. 26 But that servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Procidens autem servus ille, orabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 27 And the lord of that servant being moved with pity, let him go and forgave him the debt.Misertus autem dominus servi illius, dimisit eum, et debitum dimisit ei. 28 But when that servant was gone out, he found one of his fellow servants that owed him an hundred pence: and laying hold of him, throttled him, saying: Pay what thou owest.Egressus autem servus ille invenit unum de conservis suis, qui debebat ei centum denarios : et tenens suffocavit eum, dicens : Redde quod debes. 29 And his fellow servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Et procidens conservus ejus, rogabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 30 And he would not: but went and cast him into prison, till he paid the debt.Ille autem noluit : sed abiit, et misit eum in carcerem donec redderet debitum. 31 Now his fellow servants seeing what was done, were very much grieved, and they came and told their lord all that was done.Videntes autem conservi ejus quae fiebant, contristati sunt valde : et venerunt, et narraverunt domino suo omnia quae facta fuerant. 32 Then his lord called him; and said to him: Thou wicked servant, I forgave thee all the debt, because thou besoughtest me:Tunc vocavit illum dominus suus : et ait illi : Serve nequam, omne debitum dimisi tibi quoniam rogasti me : 33 Shouldst not thou then have had compassion also on thy fellow servant, even as I had compassion on thee?nonne ergo oportuit et te misereri conservi tui, sicut et ego tui misertus sum? 34 And his lord being angry, delivered him to the torturers until he paid all the debt.Et iratus dominus ejus tradidit eum tortoribus, quoadusque redderet universum debitum. 35 So also shall my heavenly Father do to you, if you forgive not every one his brother from your hearts.Sic et Pater meus caelestis faciet vobis, si non remiseritis unusquisque fratri suo de cordibus vestris.God is good towards us: let us be the same towards our brethren. If we pardon our brethren from the bottom of our hearts, our Lord Jesus Christ will remit our debts.

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216: Cum folosești cu sens ultimele două luni din an

Pauza de Bine

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 6, 2025 16:57

Cum ar fi dacă ultima parte a anului n-ar trebui să fie nici despre a forța, nici despre a te pedepsi, ci despre a-i da un sens?Ce ar deveni posibil pentru tine dacă ți-ai da voie să iei în calcul sezonul vieții în care te afli, capacitatea ta, resursele tale și să folosești ultimele luni din an cu blândețe și ușurință, nu cu teamă, frustrare și critică?Ceea ce vreau să îți împărtășesc azi nu se potrivește doar pentru finalul de an. Ăsta e unghiul din care ne uităm la lucruri azi, însă ceea ce vreau să îți propun ca alternativă pe care să o iei în calcul se potrivește pentru orice situație atipică, neașteptată, copleșitoare din viața ta.Am pus în episodul ăsta și exemple personale și lecții din care să te inspiri, dar și câteva întrebări de coaching care să te ajute să îți clarifici și/sau să redefinești ce înseamnă pentru tine succesul pe final de an.Am și o veste bună pentru tine: workshop-ul tradiție New Year, REAL You revine pentru al 7-lea an!Așa că dacă vrei să facem nu doar o retrospectivă faină pentru 2025 și planuri relevante pentru 2026, ci și un super vision board care să-ți fie ancoră vizuală eu te aștept cu bucurie!Dacă ești pe lista de așteptare vei avea prioritate la înscriere. Link-ul este aici: https://www.cristinaotel.ro/new-year-real-you/M-aș bucura să-mi dai de veste că ai ascultat episodul, dacă ți-a plăcut, dacă te-a ajutat. Și apreciez dacă alegi să îl distribui în social media sau dacă îl dai mai departe către 2-3 persoane apropiate ție.  Nu uita să urmărești podcastul pe:- Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Pauza de Bine⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠- Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Pauza de Bine⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠- Youtube: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Cristina Oțel

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Este modelul social european în pericol? Avertismentul FMI

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 6, 2025 3:57

Avertisment din partea directorului FMI pentru Europa: modelul social european poate fi pus în pericol de creșterea economică limitată și acumularea datoriilor. Soluțiile, însă, țin de întărirea Uniunii, nu se slăbirea ei. În octombrie, FMI a estimat că PIB-ul zonei euro va crește cu 1,2% în acest an - o estimare ajustată în sus față de precedentele. Dar dincolo de această veste bună, rămân serioase semne de întrebare. Le-a sintetizat Alfred Kammer, directorul departamentului pentru Europa al Fondului Monetar Internațional, într-o conferință organizată de BCE la Bruxelles. El a atențiomat că dacă o creștere economică modestă va persista în zona euro iar datoria va continua să se mărească, modelul social european va fi în pericol. Acest avertisment trebuie le să dea de gândit decidenților europeni și naționali. Pentru că acest model social european este, până la urmă, marea forță de atracție a Uniunii, alături de sistemele extinse de libertăți. Vorbim despre accesul gratuit la educație, despre asigurările de sănătate, sistemele de pensii, sistemele de protecție socială, concediile plătite – de fapt, toată această plasă socială care, potrivit multora, face din Europa cel mai bun loc de trăit din lume. Măsurile tradiționale nu mai sunt suficiente Însă, așa cum avertizează reprezentantul FMI, pentru ca acest model să poată fi menținut, Europa are nevoie de măsuri semnificative spre a duce creșterea economică la un alt nivel. Pur și simplu, măsurile tradiționale de consolidare fiscală nu vor fi suficiente pentru a preveni explozia nivelurilor datoriei, punând în pericol modelul social al Europei. Iar pentru aceasta, trebuie găsite răspunsuri la multe probleme. Una ar fi cea a protecționismului - barierele comerciale intra-UE rămân ridicate - echivalentul a 44% pentru bunuri și 110% pentru servicii, spune reprezentantul FMI. Populația Europei este îmbătrânită și este nevoie de forță de muncă suplimentară. Iar lipsa unei piețe energetice unificate menține costurile ridicate și slăbește securitatea și reziliența energetică. Titlul discursului reprezentantului FMI la conferința BCE a fost, de asemenea, semnificativ: „Cum poate Europa să plătească pentru lucruri pe care nu și le poate permite” Auzind această intervenție a directorului FMI, mulți vor cânta prohodul Europei – iar unii o vor face cu un soi de satisfacție. Vorbim despre cei care preiau pe nemestecate propaganda rusească: Europa este o entitate îmbătrânită, decăzută și falită. Să nu mai vorbim că și ei sunt beneficiarii modelului social european, care se bazează, printre altele, pe libertatea de circulație a persoanelor, serviciilor sau a forței de muncă. De fapt, soluțiile propuse sunt exact împotriva a ceea ce propun euroscepticii: mai puțin protectionism național și piețe mai deschise, renunțarea la izolaționismul energetic sau o imigrație adaptată la nevoile economice. Și ar mai fi revizuirea bugetelor, reducerea cheltuielilor publice, limitarea serviciilor gratuite pentru cei care au cu adevărat nevoie și nu și le pot permite altfel. Măsuri care sunt atât de puternic contestate, din Franța până în România. În cele din urmă, modelul social european poate fi menținut prin reforme curajoase și prin întărirea Uniunii. Și nu poate fi replicat într-o țară anume, prin protecționism și izolarea de Europa. Ascultați rubrica ”Eurocronica”, cu Ovidiu Nahoi, în fiecare zi, de luni până vineri, de la 8.45 și în reluare duminica, de la 15.00, numai la RFI România

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Chișinăul dă asigurări că aeroportul nu va rămâne fără combustibil, chiar dacă Lukoil este singurul furnizor

Aaron Scene's After Party

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 6, 2025 36:24

Guvernul de la Chișinău caută soluții pentru criza generată de cota mare pe piața moldovenească a companiei rusești Lukoil, ajunsă sub sancțiunile americane. Vicepremierul pentru infrastructură, Vladimir Bolea, a dat asigurări să aeroportul internațional Chișinău nu va rămâne fără combustibil, chiar dacă Lukoil este singurul furnizor pentru aeroport. „Căutăm soluții pe trei paliere distincte: rețeaua de benzinării, infrastructura de depozitare en-gros și, cu prioritate, infrastructura vitală de pe teritoriul aeroportului pentru a asigura stabilitatea pieței și securitatea energetică a țării”, spune Vladimir Bolea. Temele ediției: - Închiderea Centrului cultural rus din R.Moldova, prima decizie a noului Guvern de la Chișinău. Un interviu realizat de Liliana Barbăroșie cu ministrul Culturii, Cristian Jardan. - Cum și dacă poate deveni România refugiu pentru cetățenii moldoveni. Cronica semnată de jurnalistul Euronews România, Vitalie Cojocari. - Cum funcționează programul de stagii în instituțiile publice, care oferă tinerilor poziții în Guvernul, Parlamentul și Președinția Republicii Moldova. După trei luni, cei mai buni au posibilitatea să se angajeze fără concurs. Un reportaj de Ecaterina Tanasiiciuc. - Tensiunile religioase din nordul Moldovei ajung din nou în instanță. Șase locuitori din Grinăuți, raionul Rîșcani, au fost trimiși în judecată, acuzați că l-au agresat pe preotul care a decis trecerea bisericii din sat la Mitropolia Basarabiei. Un reportaj de Denis Chirtoca și Cătălin Volconovici. - Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, începe astăzi o vizită oficială de două zile în Republica Moldova - Comisia Electorală Centrală de la Chișinău a inițiat verificarea finanțării Blocului Patriotic, bloc care a adus în Legislativ 26 de deputați socialiști și comuniști. Există suspiciuni că acesta ar fi primit finanțare ilegală din Rusia. - Comisia pentru politică externă din noul parlament suspendă activitatea grupurilor parlamentare de prietenie cu Rusia și Belarus, pe durata războiului de agresiune al Federației Ruse împotriva Ucrainei - Cetățenii Republicii Moldova vor putea solicita online toate actele de stare civilă, la prețuri mai mici decât la ghișeu. Știrile zilei: Cabinetul de miniștri condus de premierul Alexandru Munteanu a avut miercuri dimineața prima ședință după învestire, iar primul punct pe agendă a fost denunțarea Acordului cu Guvernul Federației Ruse privind funcționarea Centrului Cultural rus în R.Moldova. Înainte de ședință, noul premier a anunțat primele sale vizite externe – prima va fi la București, iar detaliile vizitei sunt acum în pregătire. A doua vizită va fi la Bruxelles, a anunțat Alexandru Munteanu, fără să dea datele concrete pentru care se pregătesc aceste vizite. *** Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, începe joi o vizită oficială de două zile în Republica Moldova. Aceasta va susține vineri un discurs în plenul legislativului moldovean, cu ocazia constituirii noii componențe, pro-europene, a Parlamentului. Roberta Metsola se va întâlni cu oficialii moldoveni și va participa la o întâlnire cu tinerii la Liceul „Spiru Haret” din Chișinău. *** Comisia Electorală Centrală de la Chișinău a inițiat verificarea finanțării Blocului Patriotic și a Partidului Inima Moldovei, bloc care s-a plasat pe locul doi la parlamentare și a adus în Legislativ 26 de deputați socialiști și comuniști. Potrivit Comisiei electorale, controlul se va desfășura până pe 31 martie 2026 și se va încheia cu întocmirea unor rapoarte pentru fiecare formațiune politică. Autoritățile moldovene au suspiciuni rezonabilă că formațiunile din Blocul Patriotic ar fi primit finanțări netransparente din Federația Rusă, ceea ce a influențat campania electorală și rezultatul alegerilor. *** Comisia pentru politică externă din noul parlament de la Chișinău suspendă activitatea grupurilor parlamentare de prietenie cu Rusia și Belarus, pe durata războiului de agresiune al Federației Ruse împotriva Ucrainei, transmite IPN. Anunțul a fost făcut de președinta comisiei, Doina Gherman, care a subliniat că decizia reflectă angajamentul Republicii Moldova față de valorile democrației și respectarea suveranității statelor. „Credem cu tărie în necesitatea menținerii grupurilor de prietenie cu statele care respectă suveranitatea, independența și integritatea teritorială a țării, precum și demnitatea umană și libertatea”, a declarat Doina Gherman. *** Poliția anunțat despre o captură record de arme și muniții, în timpul unei operațiuni ce viza un caz de șantaj. Potrivit anchetei, în timpul perchezițiilor au fost descoperite și ridicate 16 arme de foc, inclusiv mitraliere și puști, dar și arme cu lunetă, aproximativ zece mii de cartușe, 5 grenade și 2 aruncătoare, camuflate și ascunse în perete. De asemenea, au fost ridicate 3 pașapoarte cu aceeași fotografie, dar identități diferite, și alte obiecte interzise. Urmare a probelor acumulate patru persoane au fost reținute pentru a stabili circumstanțele și proveniența armamentului. Armele și munițiile capturate la Chișinău urmau să fie folosite pentru destabilizări în Republica Moldova, declară ministra Afacerilor Interne, Daniela Misail-Nichitin. Nu este clar în acest moment cum a ajuns arsenalul la Chișinău. „Mecanismele pot fi diferite. Ele pot intra în țară și din Ucraina, dar avem și situații când ele ajung din țări ale Uniunii Europene. Totodată, avem și situații când și regiunea din stânga Nistrului este folosită în acest sens”, a subliniat ministra Afacerilor Interne, Daniela Misail-Nichitin. *** Cetățenii Republicii Moldova vor putea solicita online toate serviciile de stare civilă, la prețuri mai mici decât la ghișeu. Noul sistem „Acte de stare civilă” al Agenției Servicii Publice (ASP) va permite înregistrarea nașterilor, căsătoriilor, divorțurilor sau schimbarea numelui direct de pe calculator sau telefon, cu semnătură electronică. Potrivit unui comunicat al ASP, actele eliberate în format digital vor avea aceeași valoare juridică precum documentele tipărite și vor putea fi recepționate în MCabinetul personal al cetățeanului sau livrate prin sistemul MDelivery. Modernizarea sistemului va aduce mai multă comoditate și transparență, reducând timpul de așteptare și eliminând necesitatea prezentării documentelor pe suport de hârtie, notează instituția.

LIVE From HQ the Lounge! Feat. @hq_the_lounge_ep & @geegolla_sign

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 5, 2025 57:25

The new Rumps & Bumps jersey just dropped! Check out afterpartyinc.com. We are live from the HQ the Lounge on Cincy Nasty Street! GDollaSign joins us as he brings some of his bartenders on and we ask them some tuff horny questions and we find out which one of them is the most toxic. Follow us on social media @AaronScenesAfterParty

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Nov 5, 2025. Gospel: Matt 18:23-35. Feria.

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 5, 2025 2:48

23 Therefore is the kingdom of heaven likened to a king, who would take an account of his servants.Ideo assimilatum est regnum caelorum homini regi, qui voluit rationem ponere cum servis suis. 24 And when he had begun to take the account, one was brought to him, that owed him ten thousand talents.Et cum coepisset rationem ponere, oblatus est ei unus, qui debebat ei decem millia talenta. 25 And as he had not wherewith to pay it, his lord commanded that he should be sold, and his wife and children and all that he had, and payment to be made.Cum autem non haberet unde redderet, jussit eum dominus ejus venundari, et uxorem ejus, et filios, et omnia quae habebat, et reddi. 26 But that servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Procidens autem servus ille, orabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 27 And the lord of that servant being moved with pity, let him go and forgave him the debt.Misertus autem dominus servi illius, dimisit eum, et debitum dimisit ei. 28 But when that servant was gone out, he found one of his fellow servants that owed him an hundred pence: and laying hold of him, throttled him, saying: Pay what thou owest.Egressus autem servus ille invenit unum de conservis suis, qui debebat ei centum denarios : et tenens suffocavit eum, dicens : Redde quod debes. 29 And his fellow servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Et procidens conservus ejus, rogabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 30 And he would not: but went and cast him into prison, till he paid the debt.Ille autem noluit : sed abiit, et misit eum in carcerem donec redderet debitum. 31 Now his fellow servants seeing what was done, were very much grieved, and they came and told their lord all that was done.Videntes autem conservi ejus quae fiebant, contristati sunt valde : et venerunt, et narraverunt domino suo omnia quae facta fuerant. 32 Then his lord called him; and said to him: Thou wicked servant, I forgave thee all the debt, because thou besoughtest me:Tunc vocavit illum dominus suus : et ait illi : Serve nequam, omne debitum dimisi tibi quoniam rogasti me : 33 Shouldst not thou then have had compassion also on thy fellow servant, even as I had compassion on thee?nonne ergo oportuit et te misereri conservi tui, sicut et ego tui misertus sum? 34 And his lord being angry, delivered him to the torturers until he paid all the debt.Et iratus dominus ejus tradidit eum tortoribus, quoadusque redderet universum debitum. 35 So also shall my heavenly Father do to you, if you forgive not every one his brother from your hearts.Sic et Pater meus caelestis faciet vobis, si non remiseritis unusquisque fratri suo de cordibus vestris.Parable of the wicked servant. Charity towards our brother is one of the principal precepts of our Lord Jesus Christ.

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Maia Sandu: Moldova în afara UE ar fi o verigă lipsă în securitatea UE și a Ucrainei

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 5, 2025 38:04

Președinta Maia Sandu declară la Bruxelles că este imperios necesar ca UE să găsească în următoarele luni o soluție pentru a debloca negocierile pentru aderarea Republicii Moldova și Ucrainei. „Cel mai bun mod de a apăra pacea Europei este de a-i extinde spațiul de pace. Dacă Moldova rămâne în afara Uniunii, va continua să fie o verigă lipsă în securitatea UE și a Ucrainei, iar Rusia se va regrupa și va lovi din nou. „Cetățenii noștri trebuie să vadă, prin fapte, că ușa Europei este deschisă — și că locul Moldovei este înăuntru”, a mai declarat președinta Maia Sandu la Bruxelles. Temele ediției: - Amenințările pe online la adresa jurnaliștilor au devenit o regulă în Republica Moldova, în campaniile electorale în mod special, dar și atunci când aceștia abordează subiecte incomode sau publică investigații. Cum se poate proteja un jurnalist și ce pot face autoritățile pentru ca amenințările să nu degenereze în agresiuni fizice? Invitata Moldova Zoom de astăzi este jurnalista Mariana Rață, moderatoare a emisiunii de investigație „Cutia Neagră” la TV8. Un interviu realizat de Liliana Barbăroșie. - Cine și câți sunt dușmanii aderării Republicii Moldova la UE din România? Un răspuns de la jurnalistul Euronews România, Vitalie Cojocari. - La Iași, peste 200 de tineri din Republica Moldova învață de la zero, la un curs facultativ, ce înseamnă integrarea europeană. Un reportaj de Ecaterina Tanasiiciuc. - Cabinetul de miniștri condus de premierul Alexandru Munteanu ține prima ședință după învestire. - Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, efectuează pe 6 și 7 noiembrie o vizită oficială la Chișinău - Republica Moldova a fost marți în centrul discuțiilor la Bruxelles. - Economia moldovenească rămâne în stagnare pe fundalul provocărilor globale. Știrile zilei: Cabinetul de miniștri condus de premierul Alexandru Munteanu ține miercuri prima ședință după învestire. Unul din primele proiecte ale noului Executiv este cel de denunțare a Acordului cu Guvernul Federației Ruse privind funcționarea Centrului Cultural rus, care funcționează la Chișinău. Acordul a intrat în vigoare încă în 2001, iar acum autoritățile moldovene subliniază că, în contextul actualei situații geopolitice, continuarea funcționării Centrului Cultural rus poate fi utilizată de Federația Rusă pentru promovarea unor narative distorsionate. Noul Guvern va examina și proiectul care prevede aprobarea Acordului cu Guvernul României privind controlul coordonat pe teritoriul român, pe ambele sensuri de control, în punctul feroviar de trecere a frontierei de stat Cantemir (Republica Moldova) – Fălciu (România), semnat la București la 1 octombrie 2025. *** Comisia Europeană a prezentat marți raportul de extindere, o evaluare detaliată a progreselor înregistrate în ultimul an de statele candidate pentru aderarea la UE, raport care spune că Republica Moldova este țara care a înregistrat cele mai multe progrese în ultimul an, în pofida încercărilor de interferență din partea Rusiei. *** Președinta Maia Sandu declară la Bruxelles că Republica Moldova își dorește să rămână țară democratică și parte a lumii libere, statut pe care i-l poate asigura doar calitatea de membru al UE, mai ales că Rusia nu va renunța la intenția de a o deturna, chiar dacă a pierdut ultimele trei alegeri în Republica Moldova. Aflată într-o vizită de lucru la Bruxelles, Maia Sandu a participat și la o conferință dedicată subiectului extinderii Uniunii Europene, organizată de Euronews. Iar la finalul vizitei șefa statului a găzduit un eveniment dedicat Republicii Moldova, cu sute de oficiali și reprezentanți ai instituțiilor europene. Maia Sandu a declarat la eveniment că Moldova este pregătită pentru următorul pas în aderare și că Europa nu-și mai poate permite zone gri nesigure. „Cel mai bun mod de a apăra pacea Europei este de a-i extinde spațiul de pace. Dacă Moldova rămâne în afara Uniunii, va continua să fie o verigă lipsă în securitatea UE și a Ucrainei”, a declarat Maia Sandu. Rusia se va regrupa și va lovi din nou — căutând noi vulnerabilități, învățând din eșecuri, rafinându-și metodele. „Cetățenii noștri trebuie să vadă, prin fapte, că ușa Europei este deschisă — și că locul Moldovei este înăuntru”, a mai declarat președinta Maia Sandu la Bruxelles. Mai multe detalii despre discuțiile de la Bruxelles – în program. *** Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, efectuează o vizită oficială în Republica Moldova, în perioada 6 – 7 noiembrie. Aceasta va susține un discurs în plenul legislativului moldovean, cu ocazia constituirii noii componențe, pro-europene, a Parlamentului. Roberta Metsola se va întâlni cu oficialii moldoveni și va participa la o întâlnire cu tinerii la Liceul „Spiru Haret” din Chișinău. *** Economia Republicii Moldova rămâne în stagnare pe fundalul provocărilor globale, în timp ce inflația, deși încă ridicată, urmează un trend descendent. Sunt constatările ediției de toamnă a raportului de țară a Grupului Băncii Mondiale la Chișinău. Raportul constată deteriorarea poziției externe a Republicii Moldova, dar și oportunitățile pe care procesul de integrare europeană le oferă pentru reforme și creștere economică, transmite Radio Chișinău. Banca Mondială notează că în primele nouă luni, nivelul mediu al inflației a fost de aproximativ 8%, peste ținta de 5 la sută a Băncii Naționale, din cauza prețurilor la energie, servicii și produse alimentare. Pentru acest an experții estimează o creștere economică modestă de aproape 1,5 la sută, susținută de investiții și de creșterea veniturilor populației. Deficitul bugetar ar urma să fie de aproximativ 4,4 la sută din Produsul Intern Brut (PIB), sub limita planificată. Unul din principalele obiective declarate de noul guvern de la Chișinău, condus de economistul Alexandru Munteanu, este dezvoltarea economică a Republica Moldova, puternic marcată de consecințele războiului din Ucraina.

Cuvinte de evitat în cadrul unui conflict în cuplu (psiholog Bianca Pescaru)

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 5, 2025 42:23

Certurile și împăcările sunt parte naturală a oricărei relații de cuplu. Conflictul nu este ceva neapărat negativ, este sănătos și necesar. Însă, când apare conflictul, un partener vrea conexiune, în timp ce altul vrea distanță, unul vrea să vorbească, celălat se închide și mai tare. Cum să ne certăm constructiv și cum să ne împăcăm în cuplu, am aflat de la Bianca Pescaru, psiholog clinician și psihoterapeut cognitv comportamental, invitata emisiunii Sănătatea FM. "Conflictul face parte din viață, conflictul nu este ceva neapărat negativ. Și asta, în pofida convingerii pe care mulți oameni o au, care cred că conflictul este ceva negativ și ceva distructiv. Însă conflictul la nivel de verbalizare, de comunicare, fără agresivitate verbală, fără agresivitate fizică, debate-ul de opinii și de perspective este un lucru care face parte din viață. Este un lucru firesc, pentru că se întâlnesc două perspective.", spune Bianca Pescaru, psiholog clinician, psihoterapeut cognitv comportamental, cu multiple specializări și formări în CBT, Schema Therapy, Compassion Focused Therapy, Analiză tranzacțională și Coaching sistemic. Este absolut sănătos și necesar să existe conflicte în cuplu, deoarece sunt o oportunitate de creștere pentru noi ca ființe umane dar și pentru cuplu. Bianca Pescaru explică de ce: "Dacă noi n-am avea conflicte, n-am afla cum se simte celălalt, cum gândește celălalt, care este realitatea sa, cum se văd lucrurile din papucii săi, așa cum spunem noi. Și atunci aceste diferențe de opinie sau aceste verbalizări, care fac parte din cadrul unui conflict, ne ajută să îl înțelegem pe celălalt, îl ajută și pe celălalt să ne înțeleagă pe noi și în felul acesta cuplul crește, prin aceste conflicte noi. Noi ne repliem în urma conflictelor și mergem la următorul nivel.". În timpul unui conflict, ar fi util să evităm negativitatea sub orice formă, să nu aducem injurii, să nu aducem jigniri, să nu etichetăm persoana cealaltă, explică Bianca Pescaru. "De la "ești un prost, un tâmpit", tot felul de etichetări de genul ăsta, "din cauza ta, din vina ta, datorită ție, pentru că tu ai făcut sau n-ai făcut". Deci aruncarea cumva a responsabilității doar în cârca celuilalt, arătatul cu degetul și jignirile și etichetările sub diverse diverse forme. În cadrul unui conflict, din păcate, se activează, așa cum spuneam, părțile astea imature din interiorul partenerilor și atunci ajung să se certe copilul furios din interiorul unuia cu copilul furios din interiorul celuilalt. Și într-o luptă, fiecare începe să atace. Ce facem? În general, încercăm să atacăm, încercăm să ne apărăm prin forma aceasta de atac și de luptă. Lucruri care evident că nu ajută și escaladează și mai mult conflictul și îl fac pe celălalt să se enerveze, poate și mai tare, sau să se retragă sau să fugă din situația respectivă, să intre în acea evitare de care povesteam, și asta duce la foarte multă suferință pentru pentru ambii parteneri.", mai spune psihologul. Potrivit acesteia, fiecare persoană are un stil de atașament care determină determină modul în care reacționezăm. În general, ne caracterizează foarte mult modul în care noi relaționăm și modul în care ne comportăm. Și, evident, tot acest stil de atașament ne conduce foarte mult și reacțiile în cadrul unui conflict sau post-conflict. Există trei stiluri de atașament. Explică Bianca Pescaru: 1. Stilul de atașament anxios- oamenii care au acest stil de atașament sunt persoanele care într-adevăr sunt mai comunicative, sunt mai vorbărețe și care, în cadrul unui conflict sau post-conflict, simt nevoia de de ventilare, simt nevoia să vorbească. Anxietatea din interior nu-i face să poată să stea liniștiți, nu-și gestionează bine propriul tumult emoțional. Și atunci acest coping de a vorbi despre..., îi ajută foarte mult să se liniștească. 2. Stilul de atașament evitant- persoanele care au acest stil de atașament sunt persoanele care de obicei sunt mai introverte, necomunicative, care vorbesc mai puțin, care evită foarte mult confruntarea, evită foarte mult comunicarea și mai ales în cadrul conflictului sau post-conflict sunt persoanele care se retrag, simt nevoia să se retragă, simt nevoia să fugă de interacțiunea cu celălalt, fug de propriile emoții, se duc în tot felul de ieșiri, de activități care să îi țină departe de a intra în contact cu acest tumult emoțional. 3. Stilul de atașament securizant- pe care foarte puține persoane, ca și număr, îl au într-un mod natural, așa, din parcursul lor prin viață, să zic. Studiile ne arată că majoritatea oamenilor, tocmai datorită acestui istoric de viață, au stiluri de atașament anxios sau evitant . În schimb, foarte multe persoane care merg în terapie și care fac un proces terapeutic complet ajung să își dezvolte și să schimbe acest stil de atașament într-unul securizant, care este modul de comportament adult din punct de vedere psihologic, de comunicare, de gândire, de a simți și de a se comporta.", mai spune psihoterapeutul Bianca Pescaru, care continuă: "În istoria noastră de copii, cu toții am avut povești care n-au fost neapărat ceea ce ar fi trebuit să fie. Cu toții am suferit când am fost copii, am fost răniți în acel mediu în care am trăit, am trăit niște evenimente adverse și lucrurile acestea și-au pus amprenta într-un mod definitoriu asupra noastră ca ființe umane. Și, în funcție de istoriile de viață pe care noi le-am trăit, fiecare dintre noi am proiectat în psihicul nostru un IMAGO, spunem noi, specialiștii, adică un șablon al familiarului pentru creierul nostru. Și fiecare dintre noi avem acest IMAGO vis-a-vis de un partener. Ce căutăm noi la un partener de cuplu și când ajungem să ne îndrăgostim, practic, noi găsim acest IMAGO, găsim în partenerul nostru acest șablon care conține, evident, foarte multe informații, majoritatea sunt în mintea noastră inconștientă. Și, ce se întâmplă în relațiile de cuplu în general, asta este lucrul care se întâmplă cel mai adesea într-un mod inconștient, evident, proiectăm în partenerul nostru lucrurile neîmplinite, nevoile neîmplinite pe care le-am avut în istoria noastră de copii, deci așteptările. Avem niște așteptări, evident nerealiste. Și avem aceste așteptări ca partenerul nostru să fie părintele ideal pe care nu l-am avut în propria noastră copilărie.", explică psiholog Bianca Pescaru. Partenerul nostru nu este părintele nostru, punctează psihologul. "Deci noi, în mod sănătos, suntem niște adulți care ar trebui să știm să avem grijă de propriile noastre nevoi, în primul rând noi, și apoi să avem niște pretenții de la partenerul nostru. Însă, adesea, relaționăm în relația de cuplu cu părțile imature din ființa noastră. Noi avem mai multe subidentități, avem părțile astea de copil interior, părțile copilului care am fost cândva. Și atunci, ne simțim într-un mod familiar, așa cum ne-am simțit în copilărie, în anumite momente, la anumite triggere, la anumite situații și, evident, începe această dinamică care este nesănătoasă și imatură. Pe de altă parte, partenerul nostru de cuplu este și el o persoană care nu este o persoană perfectă, este o persoană care are propriile istorii de viață și propriile răni, propriile umbre, așa cum spunem noi în psihologie, drept urmare, nu poate să ne satisfacă tot timpul dorințele. În cadrul cuplului"., mai spune Bianca Pescaru.

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Nov 2, 2025. Gospel: Matt 18:23-35. Twenty-First Sunday after Pentecost.