Podcasts about Curiosa

Il garante per le comunicazioni ha deciso di applicare restrizioni all'accesso ai siti per soli adulti, nei prossimi giorni scopriremo alcune novità importanti. L'intelligenza artificiale spaventa i ricercatori cinesi, ecco cosa è successo. Curiosa iniziativa in Cina che mette a confronto uomini e robot. Anche nella giornata di Pasqua, anticipazioni su alcune novità in arrivo. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

En este episodio de DÍAS EXTRAÑOS exploramos la fascinante y controvertida figura de Francis Galton, primo de Charles Darwin y uno de los científicos más excéntricos de la historia. Más allá de ser el padre de la eugenesia, descubrimos a un hombre obsesionado con medir absolutamente todo: desde el color que cambiaba en los rostros de los espectadores durante las carreras de caballos, hasta la eficacia de las oraciones por la realeza británica. Inventor del silbato para perros, los mapas meteorológicos en periódicos y un "detector de atracción" basado en la inclinación física de las personas, Galton representa la delgada línea entre el genio científico y la obsesión desmedida. Una historia sobre cómo la mente humana puede brillar y extraviarse al mismo tiempo. Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Você sabia que algumas aranhas "perdem" as pernas? Esse fato curioso está sendo estudado em detalhes pela bióloga Lina Almeida especialista em aracnídeos. Tal comportamento pode ser considerado estratégico para sobrevivência de algumas espécies. Mas como funciona esse mecanismo? A pesquisadora compartilha detalhes de um estudo inédito sobre o assunto.Quer saber mais? Assista ao episódio completo!Fotos: Chris Burwell/iNaturalist e Ariel R/iNaturalist

Curiosa Lista Di Sopravvivenza In Caso Di Conflitto: Il Kit Che Fa Discutere!L'Unione Europea si prepara ad un possibile conflitto mondiale, mostrando anche un particolare kit che il cittadino dovrebbe possedere in caso di emergenza. Ecco di che cosa si tratta!#breakingnews #ultimenotizie #notiziedelgiorno #notizie #cronaca #HadjaLahbib #commissione #conflitto #crisi #curiosa #discutere #emergenza #europa #kit #lista #pasta #polemiche #sopravvivenza #ucraina #ue #russia #unioneeuropea #video

No lo llenes de inmediato. No lo calles. No lo juzgues.Acércate a él con suavidad, como quien escucha a una amiga que lleva tiempo guardando silencio.Ese vacío no está ahí para incomodarte sin razón.Está ahí para mostrarte algo:un deseo no escuchado, una parte tuya olvidada, una emoción postergada.La curiosidad es más poderosa que el juicio.Cuando en lugar de decir “¿qué me pasa?” te preguntas “¿qué me quiere decir esto?”,cambias el miedo por conexión.

Hay episodios que cambian vidas y este es uno de ellos, pues te aseguramos que de ahora en adelante vas a mirar los Cheeto's, Dorito's y papitas fritas con otros ojos. Pues hubo uno que tenía una forma bien rara por el que pagaron un montón de dinero. Mantente al día con los últimos de 'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo'. ¡Suscríbete para no perderte ningún episodio!Ayúdanos a crecer dejándonos un review ¡Tu opinión es muy importante para nosotros!¿Conoces a alguien que amaría este episodio? ¡Compárteselo por WhatsApp, por texto, por Facebook, y ayúdanos a correr la voz!Escúchanos en Uforia App, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, y el canal de YouTube de Uforia Podcasts, o donde sea que escuchas tus podcasts.'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo' es un podcast de Uforia Podcasts, la plataforma de audio de TelevisaUnivision.

Oggi i PMR ci guidano nella intricata/complessa/profonda lore di Aetherdrift! Una gara contro il cringe, chi vincerà?Trovi il video dell'episodio qui: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCMkQqseTypha6-n8Lsba6KwLINK per il canale Telegram: https://t.me/+dXU4Ko4N2CszODRkIn Risposta Scombo è sponsorizzato da Fantasia store, il paradiso di tutti noi nerd! Sul loro store troverete tutto ciò che un giocatore di Magic può desiderare!

Las revolucionarias ideas del matemático Alan Turing, padre de la informática y pionero de la Inteligencia Artificial, facilitaron la derrota del nazismo y adelantaron al menos dos años el fin de la II Guerra Mundial.

A Europa quer sentar-se à mesa das negociações para o futuro da Ucrânia.

Curiosa sincronía - Esos Tipos Opinan 594 - Bully Magnets #podcast El cargo Curiosa sincronía – Esos Tipos Opinan 594 – Bully Magnets #podcast apareció primero en Bully Magnets.

La parola DeepSeek è letteralmente esplosa negli ultimi giorni ed è arrivata l'orecchio anche delle persone meno avvezze all'uso di tecnologia, ma gli esperti cominciano a farsi domande importanti sulla qualità e l'affidabilità della piattaforma. Nothing sta lavorando sul suo nuovo smartphone e le informazioni sono molto interessanti. Curiosa situazione sulle mappe di Google in America. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Estudo que combinou arqueologia e genética revelou história marcada por endogamia, episódios ocasionais de violência e doenças ao longo de um período fascinante.

Estudo que combinou arqueologia e genética revelou história marcada por endogamia, episódios ocasionais de violência e doenças ao longo de um período fascinante.

Antonio Resines y Natalia Azahara presentan 'Mikaela', una película de acción que comienza en una autopista colapsada por una tormenta de nieve sin precedentes que asola España. 

Antonio Resines y Natalia Azahara presentan 'Mikaela', una película de acción que comienza en una autopista colapsada por una tormenta de nieve sin precedentes que asola España. 

No es la primera vez que miembros de la Camorra visitan la Costa del Sol. Esta organización criminal es originaria de Italia. Algunos de sus grupos más importantes están situados en la ciudad de Nápoles. Sin embargo, nuestra estrecha relación con este país atrae a muchos de ellos al sol de España. Muchos de ellos acuden a diferentes zonas de la costa para disfrutar, como lo haría cualquier otro turista, de sus vacaciones. Pero como explica en 'La Tarde' " el jefe de Interior de COPE, Juan Baño,: "lo malo también viene".Esta vez han sido los Formícola, que se encontraban visitando a familiares por navidad. Tres de ellos fueron detenidos en Marbella mientras paseaban por la calle.  Es así consiguieron terminar capturando a tres generaciones de este clan: abuelo, yerno y nieto.Este tipo de operaciones son mucho más comunes de lo que pudiéramos pensar. Las unidades territoriales en cada provincia y ciudad están constantemente pendientes de los huidos del crimen a ...

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SAN ONOFRE-the adverts y demás dramas cotidianos Próxima liturgia onofrita: Howie Reeve + Cod O´Donnell Lunes 10 febrero 2025. 20:00 h. Arcadia. 10 evros A los del SAN ONOFRE, nos cae que ya va siendo horita, ya, de rendir pleitesía a Televisor Herrero y Gaye Anuncio, más conocidos como The Adverts. Curiosa banda. Por ahora, lo hacemos en un minibloque de cemento armado que nos pondrá en casa y en órbita de lo que se nos viene encima la semana que viene. ¡Sí, al cabo nos llevamos a los gatos de Kansas al agua! Parlamentaremos entonces, pves, con Get Smart! Sí, ¡espabila!, socio, a ver si atas cabos: ¿Qué tien que ver William Burroughs con The Dead Milkmen y la máquina de petaco Kansas? Ya disponible nuestro librito jenkins Angloentrevistas Traducidas, Vol. 2 https://libritosjenkins.bigcartel.com/product/angloentrevistas-traducidas-de-san-onofre-vol-2

Viajamos hasta Tenerife para conocer la última hora del equipo insular, que ha despedido a su entrenador, Pepe Mel. Además, Jose David López nos trae de Alemania la curiosa tradición del Union Berlin con los villancicos. 

La Guardia di Finanza ha sgominato un'organizzazione che gestiva una quantità enorme di traffico illegale in Internet. Clamoroso risultato dei dati di vendita per i dispositivi da indossare. Curiosa analisi delle applicazioni ci svela dei dettagli davvero singolari. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

En este episodio de Voces del Deporte hablamos de la polémica tanda de penales en la final de la B, la pelea del Real Cartagena y lo que dejó la final de Copa entre Nacional y América.

Las cenas de Navidad son siempre un acontecimiento curioso donde los compañeros de empresa se conocen en otra faceta de su vida. Geno lo sabe bien, ya que trabaja en el centro de salud de Denia (Valencia) y es una de las responsables de organizar estos encuentros. Para aportarle creatividad, cada año hacen algo original: disfrazarse, imitar a un grupo de música con canciones adaptadas, hacer juegos entre todos... Pero la tradición que nunca falla es que los nuevos empleados, aquellos llegados durante el último año, tienen que cantar un villancico sí o sí. "Todos pasan por ahí", le cuenta Geno a Juanma Romero. ¡No te pierdas su llamada!

Greetings fellow witches, wizards, warlocks, and everything in between! SorceryCon Vegas 2024 has concluded, and with that, we have a lot of stuff to share and discuss. In Episode 25, I briefly highlight my experiences at SorceryCon that weekend, as well as share some exciting spoilers revealed there. The thing that makes this Episode quite special though is that we had an opportunity to sit and chat with Simon from Erik's Curiosa for his Podcast debut! So join us for this fun and exclusive interview with the Man, the Myth, the Legend, Simon himself. Enjoy!                 --   Shop for all your Sorcery needs @ CardDig.com   --       --   Use coupon code allthings5 to receive 5% off your order!   --                 --   International shipping + payment plans available!   --*** To check out November's Design-a-card Contest, use this invite link:https://discord.gg/wD9EPx3Q** Check out the Siege at the Core Website for more details about the event:https://www.sorcerersatthecore.com/events/siege-at-the-core-2024* Watch the Live Coverage video of SorceryCon Day 1:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvplVwKCmtI* Watch the Live Coverage video of SorceryCon Day 2:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZSK1GSqaQU- To keep up with future SorceryCon news and events, join the SorceryCon Discord Server:https://discord.gg/W9wA2GTDpgOfficial Podcast Patreon Page!https://patreon.com/AllThingsContestedRealmOfficial Podcast Discord server:https://discord.gg/J34k273GZ3Official Sorcery TCG Discord server:https://discord.gg/6CTv5Reqxz* Follow us on Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/allthingscontestedrealm/* Follow us on Twitter:https://twitter.com/ATCR_PodcastAnd as always, stay contested.Chapter Markers:00:03:03 News & Highlights00:22:50 Dust Store & Dragonlord Set Spoilers00:31:17 Interview with Simon01:29:52 Card Highlights

It does not do, to speak mockingly of erections.By Drmaxc. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Men and their erections,""Men and their erections," Tacey laughed shrilly, "if you could harness them you'd solve the energy crisis. Forget the unpredictability of wind power, their erections rise and fall come sun, come rain, come snow; if you could only capture the energy of all those millions of cocks..."The girls giggled and laughed loudly in their gaggle at the bar. They had drunk too much and were being disrespectful of men. Jonathan did not like it, he expected women to speak of such things, the male sexual organ, in hushed, slightly awed tones: not make silly jokes as if, he paused and took a breath, a 'Teors' was something to laugh about. He used the Old English deliberately. To have used a slang term — a 'cock' as the girl had done, a 'willy' or the like would have been wrong. He gripped his glass; something would need to be done.Entering the subterranean halls of the Knights of the Teorsas always gave Jonathan a particular thrill. Unknown to virtually the whole population of London it was a closely guarded secret, not even disclosed to the authorities. All they knew about was the insignificant little house in a backstreet of Covent Garden and it was to that house that the bills for electricity and the like came. It was an unremarkable house that held a remarkable secret as it gave access, through its cellar, to the ancient home of the Knights, the Great Phallocrypt, a network of rooms, halls and passages built in stone many, many, many years ago.Jonathan was much more than an initiate, a Raphe, more than a mere knight but a man who had crossed the Fraenum, the narrow bridge between the Corpus Cavernosum, the great hall where the knights assembled in their pomp, and the grand domed meeting hall of the inner circle, the Corona, who ruled the order. Jonathan was himself a member of the Corona, albeit its most junior having only been erected to the position a bare month before. He had, by virtue of his status, access to the Grand Master of the Order, the Bacalum, and could speak to him as of right.Dressed in his ceremonial robes, the gold badge of the erect phallus woven in gold thread into the red material, Jonathan strode through the Corpus Cavernosum nodding to knights he met but there was no time to pause and engage in intercourse, he had urgent business, a matter of grave importance to report to the Bacalum himself. Crossing the bridge of the Fraenum still gave him a thrill. How many of the knights achieved that? Such a singular honour; he had been speechless for a full minute when he had been told to prepare himself. How many would ever wear the third gold band around their teors? How many of them were ever able to do the thing he was about to do? To raise the great brass phallic knocker and tap three times on the oaken door of the Lacuna Magna, the Grand Master's private office?As always, the Bacalum was dressed in his ancient robes, beautifully decorated with representations of the ancient Roman god, Priapus, and with his great red curving penile hat making him look so much taller than he actually was. A trick long realised by the designers of uniforms; whether the bearskins of the Guards, the Shako of yesteryear or, indeed, the 'tit' of the London bobby. Shaking his grey head wisely he listened as Jonathan described what he had heard only the night before."It will not do, it will not do." The Baculum's words of wisdom enervated Jonathan."I seek permission to use, to wield, the Great Mesmodildo." The words were out; Jonathan had made the request, an act of considerable presumption in one so junior.There was a sharp intake of breath, the great phallic hat jerked upwards, and the penetrating eyes of the Grand Master seemed to bore right into Jonathan. There was a pause, "It will do."They sat for a few moments in contemplation. On the walls were artists' impressions of wonderful buildings not built. Designs by some of the leading architects of their day for skyscrapers intended to be the tallest buildings in the world in their time, all unmistakeably phallic, as skyscrapers are, but not simply because they were structures pointed at the sky but true erections designed to look like erections, buildings particularly phallic in design. Unrealised plans by Mies Van de Rohe, Frank Lloyd Wright, Colonel Seifert and most recently Sir Norman Foster. Designs the Order had not been able to find sufficient backers to fund; statements to the world not yet realised; buildings intended to awe and strike a proper respectfulness, an understanding of their place in the world, in womankind.The Grand Master rose, drawing his robes around him and walked to a cupboard; opening its black ebonised door he drew out something about a foot long and wrapped in a cloth; with both hands he presented it to Jonathan who, standing, accepted it with a bow. "I shall take the greatest care, Grand Master.""Do."Walking slowly back down the Corpus Cavernosa, Jonathan mused on the wise words of the Bacalum and upon his mission. Tucked into his robes was the ancient object — it would not do for the knights to see that which he had been entrusted or to know it was amongst them.Shedding his ceremonial robes in the outermost halls, where the putative knights, the Raphes, met and took instruction in their twin, wonderfully spherical, meeting rooms, Jonathan ascended back into a rainy, wet London morning; the ancient object tucked in his duffle bag along with his laptop and sandwiches. He had his job in the world outside the Order which he must attend to from 9am to 5pm but then he would commence his mission.It was one thing to hold the Mesmodildo but another to set up the opportunity to use it. Jonathan neither knew where Tacey lived nor worked. He did not actually know her name. His only knowledge was that she sometimes frequented: rather had at least once frequented, the bar where he had heard her disrespectful statement. He should have found out more about her at the time; he realised that now — it would have been better to have gathered more evidence before reporting to the Bacalum — but he had been so incensed, so overcome that he had rushed ahead without careful reflection and contemplation. He would meditate upon it later that evening.Meditation was important to the Order. Sitting cross-legged on a mat woven with ancient designs, a knight would sit in contemplation of his teors until turgidity ensued, that First Wonder of the teors; his thoughts would roam free as he sought to better understand himself, resolve his problems and focus on the baseness of his desires whilst seeking to raise the Primo Cumum, that first flowing of the teors so aptly described as its Second Wonder; lastly came the conclusion of the ritual, the ultimate goal of the meditation—the full flowing of the teors, the Ejaculum, a sight wonderful to behold—when the teors of its own volition would spew forth its seed. Putative knights worked hard at achieving this, many sitting for hours trying to create in their heads the necessary images; erotic images necessarily to achieve the apparently spontaneous Ejaculum.At first, and Jonathan had to admit he was as one with them, putative knights would use the Manualum or hand to achieve the necessary final stimulation; but he had achieved so much more -- the result of hard work and dedication. Often appropriate texts or images were used, spread before the knight or novice to assist in his meditation. The Library of the Order, the Curiosa, contained many volumes and meditational material.Traditionally the knight would bow his head and orally accept the bounty of the Ejaculum. Ancient manuscripts, some written in Latin, some Sanskrit testified to this and the beautiful coloured illustrations showed no less. A variant much favoured in the modern Corona, and therefore too the Corpus Cavernosa, was the Art of Felicitation, requiring extensive practice, much suppleness of the body and, Jonathan admitted, a long teors. He, himself, had only managed the briefest of Teorsic Kiss at the moment of Ejaculum but the Bacalum and a few others of the Corona, knights of great experience, could hold the rounded terminus of their teors orally at the moment of the Third Wonder, an ideal act permitting the recycling of the seed so not one drop was lost to the body.Jonathan was lucky, very lucky. Inevitably he had returned to the very bar of Tacey's misdeed as the only reference point he had in relation to her; had sat there nursing a beer and wondering if he would have to use the power of the Mesmodildo on the very pretty bar girl who had, he recalled, been there on the previous night. Perhaps she would know about the disrespectful girl; know who she was and where she lived — and her name. The entrance of Tacey saved the need. It was a relief to Jonathan — the pretty bar girl with the large breasts might not have known anything about the disrespectful girl and left him with no obvious lead in his quest; it also saved the seed he might well have lost to her in the course of extracting the information; she was, after all, very pretty and perhaps worthy of the honour.Tacey moved across the room and sat on a bar stool, her long legs crossed one over the other drawing up the material of her trouser leg revealing a particularly fine pair of high heeled shoes—clearly new by the sight of the soles and undoubtedly expensive.Not for the first time Jonathan wondered both at the impudence and the illogicality of women. There sat the girl in a suit of clothes but with trousers not a skirt. Trousers were a male prerogative and unsuited to women; they were for men. A skirt would have shown her new shoes off but instead they were largely hidden by the trousers. What was the sense in buying shoes to be noticed and then wearing trousers? There was no logic. The girl would look better without the trousers. In his mind he imagined the girl naked but for the shoes; it was an appropriate image he would use for meditation later. He looked down at his own sensible, solid black shoes largely hidden by his own trousers — and that was perhaps just as well. He mentally gave himself a note to polish them in the morning—it was a task he tended to overlook though it would not do to keep the dome of his teors unpolished.A further shock came to Jonathan; instead of a white wine spritzer or some expensive but brightly coloured vodka concoction in a pretty bottle, the girl had ordered beer: not just a half but a whole pint. She was drinking beer from a pint glass! Had she no shame?Jonathan got up and walked across to her, "I have something to show you," he said without introduction and in a deep impressive voice.Tacey looked Jonathan up and down for a moment and then burst into laughter, "Ooh, you little pervert, you!" She seemed to find the whole scene very funny indeed. Jonathan was affronted. What had he said?"Well, what do you want? Who are you?" She said.It was not going well; it should be he who was asking the questions. As the Bacalum had wisely said, "it would not do." Slowly he drew from his duffle bag an object wrapped in a cloth. "I have this to show you," Jonathan said mysteriously, drawing the cloth down the object a little way.Tacey had never seen the like. It was a pearl, a great creamy, misty pearl; far, far bigger than any she had seen before; a pearl far bigger than the cultivated pearls of her best necklace; a pearl far bigger than the one Great Aunt Agatha used to wear when she, Tacey, was little and had so fascinated her on visits. Within it, great streamy swirls of creamy clouds seemed to move, captivating her, capturing her eye; she found it difficult to look away from the pearl, to stop watching the moving clouds of cream that appeared to roll around the jewel.Gradually Jonathan drew down the material covering the object and whilst her eyes could not leave the pearl she could see it was mounted on gold, indeed atop a golden acorn... or was it an acorn? As the material rolled back Tacey realised it was not so much an acorn as the bulbous end to a golden penis — a golden erect penis in exquisite detail surmounted by a great pearl; a pearl representing, quite clearly to her eye now, the bubbling up of semen or rather, what did they call it, yes, it was the 'pre-cum.' She was both shocked and fascinated; her eyes could not draw away and leave the pearl with its swirls of milky cream. Her mind was being taken.Jonathan watched Tacey's reaction; it was how it should be, no woman could resist the Great Mesmodildo, their pretty eyes were drawn to the pearl like moths to a candle and next would come the longing, a certain dryness of the mouth, an increasing need for something they could not quite place—it was no less than the desire for the milk of a man, a teosic longing in their loins. Jonathan had no need to completely un-sheathe the artefact, to reveal its shining golden glory, merely sliding back the material to expose the bulbous head was sufficientTracey's tongue moved slowly across her lips; they felt dry."Shall we sit over there, somewhere more private?" Jonathan sheathed the Mesmodildo. He had taken command of the situation.Tacey took a large swig of beer to ease the sudden dryness in her throat and followed him without question.Once again Jonathan eased back the covering revealing the golden head mounted with its strange pearl. Tacey stared; images of ejaculating penises came flooding into her mind and the thought of taking the head of this gold penis into her mouth, stroking it with her tongue, feeling the sensual smoothness of the pearl—smooth, yes smooth like... like... semen. Her nipples pricked at the material of her bra, they felt as hard as iron or, indeed, the gold of the strange penis before her. Within her panties, the new purple pair her especial friend, Diane, had bought her, she was flowing. Already the material felt soaked as if newly from the wash; it would seep into her trousers—an embarrassing wet stain."May I, may I please suck it," she asked in a small, little girl's voice.Jonathan smiled to himself. It was more like pleading. How easy these women were taken, how powerful the Mesmodildo, how easily their minds were beaten and taken and their lust aroused. In a moment she would be pleading with him to let her suck his teors, desperate to take his seed and feel it slipping down her throat. But now was not the time and not just because they were in a public bar.The bar actually was empty but for the pretty bar girl and the Mesmodildo would handle her easily. Jonathan looked again at her and thought that perhaps another time, if he had not returned the Mesmodildo, he would like to use the artefact upon her and see her kneeling before him."You may," he replied and held it for her, still wrapped, with just the very end, the beautifully rounded head showing, and watched as she made the proper rounded shape with her mouth, the Teoric Circle, that women must make, before bowing her head down and absorbing the smooth gold head. He could imagine within her mouth the rapid flicking tongue; all women did this; the tip caressing the smoothness of the pear imagining it a continuous spurt of male milk to assuage their desperate thirst.Gently he pulled, extracting the Mesmodildo. He liked the need to pull a little to overcome the natural suction of the girl wishing to retain the object. It was a pleasant resistance.Tacey looked up at him, her eyes wide and doe like, her mouth still in the shape of the Teorsic Circle ready for the Mesmodildo, his own teors or, indeed, any other teors. It was a temptation. So very pleasant to have been able to disrobe, but not there, and place his own teors in this girl's mouth; feel her tongue seeking the milk, trying to enter the very end of his teors; feeling the Second Wonder rising and watching, as his teors rested on her tongue, the small first clear drop of the Teorsic Fluid seep and run down from the acorn head; the sudden stiffening as the tongue tasted and induced a frenzy of sucking.From the bar the other girl stared. What had that man offered the girl to eat and why did her face now hold the expression of some plastic inflatable sex doll?"Come," he said — and she almost did — the feeling of arousal was so strong, but he meant for her to follow.It was but a short taxi ride; though Tacey would remember nothing of it nor walking into a small building and down some steps — the stone steps to the Great Phallocrypt, Jonathan leading her by the hand.It might have been thought that no women would have been permitted to enter the ancient halls of the Order. Certainly they could not be of the Order, being mere women and lacking teorsas though it was said in times past there had been exceptions; women who would rather have been men; women with slim boyish hips and small breasts who had worn cunningly made simulated, pseudo-teorsas and had been more than happy to join in the male rituals sometimes made upon and with other members of their sex. This, though, was most certainly not permitted by the current and recent Bacala.It was possible, though, for women to be brought for judgement, correction or punishment: but not for pleasure. It should not be thought the Order was in any way a society for 'randy' old men to enjoy countless women in a social way, a sort of 'Hellfire Club' or opportunity for hedonistic orgiastic activity. The Order's purposes were profound, mysterious and extremely serious. Any sexual gratification was a by-product, almost an accident: though to achieve the First, Second and Third Wonders of the Teors erotic thoughts a plenty were needed and sexual activity was something the knights were required to undertake regularly and in a brotherly fashion. The Wonders of the Teors, after all, had their root in sexual activity.It was appropriate for Jonathan to undress Tacey. It would not do for her to be presented to the Knights in clothes from the city above, least of all in that so wrong trouser suit. She needed to be modestly clad in a simple cream linen shift, a shapeless garment hiding her womanly attributes from the knights. First, though, she needed to be ritually washed; like the undressing it was a task Jonathan would need to undertake and it was a task he did not shirk. There were no female attendants in the Phallocrypt to assist female 'visitors' and, as Tacey was his charge, Jonathan would need to perform the ceremony. He led her into a side chamber, stone vaulted and with a stone bath sunken into the floor. The water splashed into the bath and Jonathan added scents of sandalwood, carbolic and spice.Firstly Jonathan undressed, glad to be free of his workaday clothes ready to dress in the wonderful robes of the Order; it was better for him to be naked whilst bathing Tacey as it would not do to wet his robes. Tacey stood motionless in her trouser suit, still with the Teorsic Circle fixed to her face but her eyes betrayed intelligence behind her fixed expression. It was right for her to be conscious, she now needed to remember the lessons she would be taught. He knew her eyes would be staring at his teors, she could not help it and it was right for women to focus on the teors, to think about its beauty and power. Generously, as he began to take off Tacey's jacket he permitted his teors to rise to help give her focus and bring her back from her Mesmodildo induced trance. His penis swayed magnificently and he paused to watch it in one of the many mirrors of the bath house. Inevitably she would compare it to her own biologically comparable but so much inferior organ, the Clitoris. Almost unnoticeable in some women, a mere pimple in others but for some there was an element of size, a proto-teors but, obviously, none could stand comparison with the Teors. The Bacalum was most particular and expected the size of the erect clitoris to be established and recorded. He thought it important. Jonathan was skilled in this and had a Clitometer ready.Jonathan fumbled at Tacey's bra strap. He always had difficulty with these and then pulled down her panties. Jonathan took a step back and frowned, staring at the naked girl and particularly her pudenda. Her pubic hair had been shaved into a long vertical band rising up with her Cleft of Venus. To Jonathan the upright band had an inappropriate element of the Teors about it, a column of dark curly hair standing vertically up her pubis—did it not represent a Teors—that great column of the male? Why even the top of the column, below her navel seemed rounded. Was this sign of her further disrespect or quite the opposite, a mark of respect? Jonathan did not know. He was torn between seeking out the Bacalum and asking, but thereby displaying ignorance, or leaving be, but that seemed indecisive. Perhaps it would be best for Tacey if he assumed the worse and shaved off the offending symbol leaving her pudenda naked of hair. The Bacalum, he knew, preferred girls like that— innocent and pure was Jonathan's understanding of his reasons.Leading Tacey by the hand into the water Jonathan picked up the soap and began to lather Tacey's skin. It was not an unpleasant task feeling his hands sliding over her smooth young skin, leaving no place uncleansed, but taking especial trouble over the ritualistic four parts of the woman's body which required greatest care—the nipples, the bottom and the pudenda. A full minute being allotted to each in the proper order. First the left nipple, then the right, followed by the bottom and lastly the pudenda. Jonathan looked into Tacey's eyes and saw considerable surprise as his right index finger, liberally coated in soap, slipped up her bottom. It was appropriate. A woman should be surprised at the unexpected acts of a man.Finally Jonathan washed Tacey's hair, lathering it enthusiastically as he stood and she knelt in the bath in the proper position a woman should take when a man is shampooing her hair. Equally properly Jonathan placed his teors between Tacey's lips, still in the Teorsic Circle, and pushed. A woman should always suck the man's teors when he is washing her hair. It was clearly shown in the old manuscripts. Tacey reacted rather dopily but instinctively seeking the Teorsic Fluid. It was not, though, appropriate yet.The full minute spent soapily washing, shaving and examining Tracey's pudenda also ensured, had the Mesmodildo not done its arousing work, the clitoris was fully erect. Drying Tacey with towels he had her lie down and open her legs wide, giving him not only full access but a full view of her sex. He readied his instrument, his Clitometer, adjusting the wheels and shiny metal dividers to measure both circumference and length. The cold metal touched Tacey's sensitive button and she winced slightly. "Why?" she said in a slightly slurred voice. Her faculties were returning."Because it is necessary." He was being kind. It was not necessary to answer a woman's questions or even to listen to her.The last part of the preparation now needed to be undertaken. Jonathan brought Tacey to a curved marble saddle surmounted by a gorgeous golden teors. Of realistic size; unlike many of the beautiful representations in the halls; not too large because this had to fit all women; and more stylistic in design than many more faithful depictions. It was in an art nouveau style which so fitted the curving nature of the teors and the artist had taken liberty with his depiction of the glans which swept unusually far down the shaft giving a particularly streamlined look. A beautiful object which would give any women great pleasure to mount. Carefully he sat Tacey astride ensuring she lowered herself so the teors pushed up inside her. Instinctively, as before, Tacey began to ride the teors. Jonathan smiled a little in pity. Women had such a need for and such a longing to steal the Teorsic Fluid. They could not help themselves.Jonathan depressed a lever and Tacey betrayed surprise. It was not Teorsic Fluid but a sweet Almond oil that was being injected by the golden teors into her as she rode. A cunning contraption pumped out the oil in carefully regulated spurts mimicking the Third Wonder but in a profusion only the most adept knights were able to achieve—and the truth was that Jonathan was not one of them; much to his chagrin. He was, though, working at raising his TFL, performing the exercises at morning and night. He carefully recorded the outcome in a spreadsheet stored on his laptop and the chart did show a rising trend. (TFL = Teorsic Fluid Level).The purpose of the Almond ejaculation was not the pleasure of the women, or deceiving her she had taken Teorsic Fluid, but to prepare her. In Tacey's case the Mesmodildo had caused her to literally drip but the liberal amount of Almond oil being pumped into her would ensure ease of teorsic insertion and a most appropriate sheen of oily lubrication running down the inside of her thighs. The Order expected not just the substance but the appearance of things and it was so very important for a woman appearing before the massed knights not only to be massively aroused by the honour shown but to visibly demonstrate it as well.Prepared, Jonathan dressed Tacey in the linen shift and finished his own ritual. Washed, he merely needed to don the badges of his rank and his robes. At the very base of his teorsic shaft, indeed clasping it tightly behind his scrotum, he tied, with leather thongs, a thin leather belt encircling the shaft forcing the scrotum forwards and the testes into greater prominence. It was the first symbol of a member of the Order and many wore it ordinarily under their street clothes.From a small red leather box Jonathon drew out three intricately engraved gold rings, rings prepared by the Order's goldsmith—a member himself. The first ring for a raphe, the second for a knight and the third ring for a member of the Corona. Jonathan had not possessed the third ring for long, indeed had only recently been erected to the Corona, and was only just getting used to wearing it tightly and impressively below his glans. Lifting his now unerect teors by the prepuce, with an ease gained by long practice Jonathan slipped the first, second and then third ring down the shaft and willed the First Wonder. His teors rose proudly, the flesh expanding into the rings so they were held tightly in their allotted positions as if the shaft was bound in gold. His teors looked magnificent in the mirror; Jonathan admired himself turning to the right and left as if trying on a new suit of clothes; it was big, knurled by veins, beautifully banded in gold and surmounted by the shiny purple head with its eye of mystery. It never ceased to impress him.Only the Bacalum wore the fifth symbol, a gold, bejewelled hat or helmet sitting atop his teors-head.Pulling on his great red robe Jonathan was prepared and led Tacey out into the great hall of the knights, the Corpus Cavernosum. The Knights of the Teorsas were assembled and waiting.The grand phallic ritual is concluded.The shock to Tacey must have been immense, shock and awe at walking into such a beautiful stone vaulted place and seeing the knights and raphes, perhaps a hundred in all, standing in their red robes watching her, their eyes focused just upon her; and, at their centre, the figure of the Bacalum looking so serene and wonderful in his great curving red penile hat. Jonathan could not but sense what she was feeling as he led her down the massed rows of the knights. Certainly her eyes were wide.A low chanting filled the hall as Jonathan led Tacey forward to the centre of the hall. Speaking in a clear voice he outlined to the assembly Tacey's grave misdemeanour. It was certain, very certain they were not pleased and Jonathan felt for Tacey as she must now realise how great was her error, how unwise and wrong it was to speak lightly of the teors and in a flippant manner. It was possible she thought herself there for punishment but that was not often the way of the Order. Perhaps once upon a time Tacey would have been bound tightly and her bottom roundly punished as the Knights watched; the sight of a helpless, naked, bound girl wriggling under torment greatly assisting their meditation.

It does not do, to speak mockingly of erections.By Drmaxc. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Men and their erections,""Men and their erections," Tacey laughed shrilly, "if you could harness them you'd solve the energy crisis. Forget the unpredictability of wind power, their erections rise and fall come sun, come rain, come snow; if you could only capture the energy of all those millions of cocks..."The girls giggled and laughed loudly in their gaggle at the bar. They had drunk too much and were being disrespectful of men. Jonathan did not like it, he expected women to speak of such things, the male sexual organ, in hushed, slightly awed tones: not make silly jokes as if, he paused and took a breath, a 'Teors' was something to laugh about. He used the Old English deliberately. To have used a slang term — a 'cock' as the girl had done, a 'willy' or the like would have been wrong. He gripped his glass; something would need to be done.Entering the subterranean halls of the Knights of the Teorsas always gave Jonathan a particular thrill. Unknown to virtually the whole population of London it was a closely guarded secret, not even disclosed to the authorities. All they knew about was the insignificant little house in a backstreet of Covent Garden and it was to that house that the bills for electricity and the like came. It was an unremarkable house that held a remarkable secret as it gave access, through its cellar, to the ancient home of the Knights, the Great Phallocrypt, a network of rooms, halls and passages built in stone many, many, many years ago.Jonathan was much more than an initiate, a Raphe, more than a mere knight but a man who had crossed the Fraenum, the narrow bridge between the Corpus Cavernosum, the great hall where the knights assembled in their pomp, and the grand domed meeting hall of the inner circle, the Corona, who ruled the order. Jonathan was himself a member of the Corona, albeit its most junior having only been erected to the position a bare month before. He had, by virtue of his status, access to the Grand Master of the Order, the Bacalum, and could speak to him as of right.Dressed in his ceremonial robes, the gold badge of the erect phallus woven in gold thread into the red material, Jonathan strode through the Corpus Cavernosum nodding to knights he met but there was no time to pause and engage in intercourse, he had urgent business, a matter of grave importance to report to the Bacalum himself. Crossing the bridge of the Fraenum still gave him a thrill. How many of the knights achieved that? Such a singular honour; he had been speechless for a full minute when he had been told to prepare himself. How many would ever wear the third gold band around their teors? How many of them were ever able to do the thing he was about to do? To raise the great brass phallic knocker and tap three times on the oaken door of the Lacuna Magna, the Grand Master's private office?As always, the Bacalum was dressed in his ancient robes, beautifully decorated with representations of the ancient Roman god, Priapus, and with his great red curving penile hat making him look so much taller than he actually was. A trick long realised by the designers of uniforms; whether the bearskins of the Guards, the Shako of yesteryear or, indeed, the 'tit' of the London bobby. Shaking his grey head wisely he listened as Jonathan described what he had heard only the night before."It will not do, it will not do." The Baculum's words of wisdom enervated Jonathan."I seek permission to use, to wield, the Great Mesmodildo." The words were out; Jonathan had made the request, an act of considerable presumption in one so junior.There was a sharp intake of breath, the great phallic hat jerked upwards, and the penetrating eyes of the Grand Master seemed to bore right into Jonathan. There was a pause, "It will do."They sat for a few moments in contemplation. On the walls were artists' impressions of wonderful buildings not built. Designs by some of the leading architects of their day for skyscrapers intended to be the tallest buildings in the world in their time, all unmistakeably phallic, as skyscrapers are, but not simply because they were structures pointed at the sky but true erections designed to look like erections, buildings particularly phallic in design. Unrealised plans by Mies Van de Rohe, Frank Lloyd Wright, Colonel Seifert and most recently Sir Norman Foster. Designs the Order had not been able to find sufficient backers to fund; statements to the world not yet realised; buildings intended to awe and strike a proper respectfulness, an understanding of their place in the world, in womankind.The Grand Master rose, drawing his robes around him and walked to a cupboard; opening its black ebonised door he drew out something about a foot long and wrapped in a cloth; with both hands he presented it to Jonathan who, standing, accepted it with a bow. "I shall take the greatest care, Grand Master.""Do."Walking slowly back down the Corpus Cavernosa, Jonathan mused on the wise words of the Bacalum and upon his mission. Tucked into his robes was the ancient object — it would not do for the knights to see that which he had been entrusted or to know it was amongst them.Shedding his ceremonial robes in the outermost halls, where the putative knights, the Raphes, met and took instruction in their twin, wonderfully spherical, meeting rooms, Jonathan ascended back into a rainy, wet London morning; the ancient object tucked in his duffle bag along with his laptop and sandwiches. He had his job in the world outside the Order which he must attend to from 9am to 5pm but then he would commence his mission.It was one thing to hold the Mesmodildo but another to set up the opportunity to use it. Jonathan neither knew where Tacey lived nor worked. He did not actually know her name. His only knowledge was that she sometimes frequented: rather had at least once frequented, the bar where he had heard her disrespectful statement. He should have found out more about her at the time; he realised that now — it would have been better to have gathered more evidence before reporting to the Bacalum — but he had been so incensed, so overcome that he had rushed ahead without careful reflection and contemplation. He would meditate upon it later that evening.Meditation was important to the Order. Sitting cross-legged on a mat woven with ancient designs, a knight would sit in contemplation of his teors until turgidity ensued, that First Wonder of the teors; his thoughts would roam free as he sought to better understand himself, resolve his problems and focus on the baseness of his desires whilst seeking to raise the Primo Cumum, that first flowing of the teors so aptly described as its Second Wonder; lastly came the conclusion of the ritual, the ultimate goal of the meditation—the full flowing of the teors, the Ejaculum, a sight wonderful to behold—when the teors of its own volition would spew forth its seed. Putative knights worked hard at achieving this, many sitting for hours trying to create in their heads the necessary images; erotic images necessarily to achieve the apparently spontaneous Ejaculum.At first, and Jonathan had to admit he was as one with them, putative knights would use the Manualum or hand to achieve the necessary final stimulation; but he had achieved so much more -- the result of hard work and dedication. Often appropriate texts or images were used, spread before the knight or novice to assist in his meditation. The Library of the Order, the Curiosa, contained many volumes and meditational material.Traditionally the knight would bow his head and orally accept the bounty of the Ejaculum. Ancient manuscripts, some written in Latin, some Sanskrit testified to this and the beautiful coloured illustrations showed no less. A variant much favoured in the modern Corona, and therefore too the Corpus Cavernosa, was the Art of Felicitation, requiring extensive practice, much suppleness of the body and, Jonathan admitted, a long teors. He, himself, had only managed the briefest of Teorsic Kiss at the moment of Ejaculum but the Bacalum and a few others of the Corona, knights of great experience, could hold the rounded terminus of their teors orally at the moment of the Third Wonder, an ideal act permitting the recycling of the seed so not one drop was lost to the body.Jonathan was lucky, very lucky. Inevitably he had returned to the very bar of Tacey's misdeed as the only reference point he had in relation to her; had sat there nursing a beer and wondering if he would have to use the power of the Mesmodildo on the very pretty bar girl who had, he recalled, been there on the previous night. Perhaps she would know about the disrespectful girl; know who she was and where she lived — and her name. The entrance of Tacey saved the need. It was a relief to Jonathan — the pretty bar girl with the large breasts might not have known anything about the disrespectful girl and left him with no obvious lead in his quest; it also saved the seed he might well have lost to her in the course of extracting the information; she was, after all, very pretty and perhaps worthy of the honour.Tacey moved across the room and sat on a bar stool, her long legs crossed one over the other drawing up the material of her trouser leg revealing a particularly fine pair of high heeled shoes—clearly new by the sight of the soles and undoubtedly expensive.Not for the first time Jonathan wondered both at the impudence and the illogicality of women. There sat the girl in a suit of clothes but with trousers not a skirt. Trousers were a male prerogative and unsuited to women; they were for men. A skirt would have shown her new shoes off but instead they were largely hidden by the trousers. What was the sense in buying shoes to be noticed and then wearing trousers? There was no logic. The girl would look better without the trousers. In his mind he imagined the girl naked but for the shoes; it was an appropriate image he would use for meditation later. He looked down at his own sensible, solid black shoes largely hidden by his own trousers — and that was perhaps just as well. He mentally gave himself a note to polish them in the morning—it was a task he tended to overlook though it would not do to keep the dome of his teors unpolished.A further shock came to Jonathan; instead of a white wine spritzer or some expensive but brightly coloured vodka concoction in a pretty bottle, the girl had ordered beer: not just a half but a whole pint. She was drinking beer from a pint glass! Had she no shame?Jonathan got up and walked across to her, "I have something to show you," he said without introduction and in a deep impressive voice.Tacey looked Jonathan up and down for a moment and then burst into laughter, "Ooh, you little pervert, you!" She seemed to find the whole scene very funny indeed. Jonathan was affronted. What had he said?"Well, what do you want? Who are you?" She said.It was not going well; it should be he who was asking the questions. As the Bacalum had wisely said, "it would not do." Slowly he drew from his duffle bag an object wrapped in a cloth. "I have this to show you," Jonathan said mysteriously, drawing the cloth down the object a little way.Tacey had never seen the like. It was a pearl, a great creamy, misty pearl; far, far bigger than any she had seen before; a pearl far bigger than the cultivated pearls of her best necklace; a pearl far bigger than the one Great Aunt Agatha used to wear when she, Tacey, was little and had so fascinated her on visits. Within it, great streamy swirls of creamy clouds seemed to move, captivating her, capturing her eye; she found it difficult to look away from the pearl, to stop watching the moving clouds of cream that appeared to roll around the jewel.Gradually Jonathan drew down the material covering the object and whilst her eyes could not leave the pearl she could see it was mounted on gold, indeed atop a golden acorn... or was it an acorn? As the material rolled back Tacey realised it was not so much an acorn as the bulbous end to a golden penis — a golden erect penis in exquisite detail surmounted by a great pearl; a pearl representing, quite clearly to her eye now, the bubbling up of semen or rather, what did they call it, yes, it was the 'pre-cum.' She was both shocked and fascinated; her eyes could not draw away and leave the pearl with its swirls of milky cream. Her mind was being taken.Jonathan watched Tacey's reaction; it was how it should be, no woman could resist the Great Mesmodildo, their pretty eyes were drawn to the pearl like moths to a candle and next would come the longing, a certain dryness of the mouth, an increasing need for something they could not quite place—it was no less than the desire for the milk of a man, a teosic longing in their loins. Jonathan had no need to completely un-sheathe the artefact, to reveal its shining golden glory, merely sliding back the material to expose the bulbous head was sufficientTracey's tongue moved slowly across her lips; they felt dry."Shall we sit over there, somewhere more private?" Jonathan sheathed the Mesmodildo. He had taken command of the situation.Tacey took a large swig of beer to ease the sudden dryness in her throat and followed him without question.Once again Jonathan eased back the covering revealing the golden head mounted with its strange pearl. Tacey stared; images of ejaculating penises came flooding into her mind and the thought of taking the head of this gold penis into her mouth, stroking it with her tongue, feeling the sensual smoothness of the pearl—smooth, yes smooth like... like... semen. Her nipples pricked at the material of her bra, they felt as hard as iron or, indeed, the gold of the strange penis before her. Within her panties, the new purple pair her especial friend, Diane, had bought her, she was flowing. Already the material felt soaked as if newly from the wash; it would seep into her trousers—an embarrassing wet stain."May I, may I please suck it," she asked in a small, little girl's voice.Jonathan smiled to himself. It was more like pleading. How easy these women were taken, how powerful the Mesmodildo, how easily their minds were beaten and taken and their lust aroused. In a moment she would be pleading with him to let her suck his teors, desperate to take his seed and feel it slipping down her throat. But now was not the time and not just because they were in a public bar.The bar actually was empty but for the pretty bar girl and the Mesmodildo would handle her easily. Jonathan looked again at her and thought that perhaps another time, if he had not returned the Mesmodildo, he would like to use the artefact upon her and see her kneeling before him."You may," he replied and held it for her, still wrapped, with just the very end, the beautifully rounded head showing, and watched as she made the proper rounded shape with her mouth, the Teoric Circle, that women must make, before bowing her head down and absorbing the smooth gold head. He could imagine within her mouth the rapid flicking tongue; all women did this; the tip caressing the smoothness of the pear imagining it a continuous spurt of male milk to assuage their desperate thirst.Gently he pulled, extracting the Mesmodildo. He liked the need to pull a little to overcome the natural suction of the girl wishing to retain the object. It was a pleasant resistance.Tacey looked up at him, her eyes wide and doe like, her mouth still in the shape of the Teorsic Circle ready for the Mesmodildo, his own teors or, indeed, any other teors. It was a temptation. So very pleasant to have been able to disrobe, but not there, and place his own teors in this girl's mouth; feel her tongue seeking the milk, trying to enter the very end of his teors; feeling the Second Wonder rising and watching, as his teors rested on her tongue, the small first clear drop of the Teorsic Fluid seep and run down from the acorn head; the sudden stiffening as the tongue tasted and induced a frenzy of sucking.From the bar the other girl stared. What had that man offered the girl to eat and why did her face now hold the expression of some plastic inflatable sex doll?"Come," he said — and she almost did — the feeling of arousal was so strong, but he meant for her to follow.It was but a short taxi ride; though Tacey would remember nothing of it nor walking into a small building and down some steps — the stone steps to the Great Phallocrypt, Jonathan leading her by the hand.It might have been thought that no women would have been permitted to enter the ancient halls of the Order. Certainly they could not be of the Order, being mere women and lacking teorsas though it was said in times past there had been exceptions; women who would rather have been men; women with slim boyish hips and small breasts who had worn cunningly made simulated, pseudo-teorsas and had been more than happy to join in the male rituals sometimes made upon and with other members of their sex. This, though, was most certainly not permitted by the current and recent Bacala.It was possible, though, for women to be brought for judgement, correction or punishment: but not for pleasure. It should not be thought the Order was in any way a society for 'randy' old men to enjoy countless women in a social way, a sort of 'Hellfire Club' or opportunity for hedonistic orgiastic activity. The Order's purposes were profound, mysterious and extremely serious. Any sexual gratification was a by-product, almost an accident: though to achieve the First, Second and Third Wonders of the Teors erotic thoughts a plenty were needed and sexual activity was something the knights were required to undertake regularly and in a brotherly fashion. The Wonders of the Teors, after all, had their root in sexual activity.It was appropriate for Jonathan to undress Tacey. It would not do for her to be presented to the Knights in clothes from the city above, least of all in that so wrong trouser suit. She needed to be modestly clad in a simple cream linen shift, a shapeless garment hiding her womanly attributes from the knights. First, though, she needed to be ritually washed; like the undressing it was a task Jonathan would need to undertake and it was a task he did not shirk. There were no female attendants in the Phallocrypt to assist female 'visitors' and, as Tacey was his charge, Jonathan would need to perform the ceremony. He led her into a side chamber, stone vaulted and with a stone bath sunken into the floor. The water splashed into the bath and Jonathan added scents of sandalwood, carbolic and spice.Firstly Jonathan undressed, glad to be free of his workaday clothes ready to dress in the wonderful robes of the Order; it was better for him to be naked whilst bathing Tacey as it would not do to wet his robes. Tacey stood motionless in her trouser suit, still with the Teorsic Circle fixed to her face but her eyes betrayed intelligence behind her fixed expression. It was right for her to be conscious, she now needed to remember the lessons she would be taught. He knew her eyes would be staring at his teors, she could not help it and it was right for women to focus on the teors, to think about its beauty and power. Generously, as he began to take off Tacey's jacket he permitted his teors to rise to help give her focus and bring her back from her Mesmodildo induced trance. His penis swayed magnificently and he paused to watch it in one of the many mirrors of the bath house. Inevitably she would compare it to her own biologically comparable but so much inferior organ, the Clitoris. Almost unnoticeable in some women, a mere pimple in others but for some there was an element of size, a proto-teors but, obviously, none could stand comparison with the Teors. The Bacalum was most particular and expected the size of the erect clitoris to be established and recorded. He thought it important. Jonathan was skilled in this and had a Clitometer ready.Jonathan fumbled at Tacey's bra strap. He always had difficulty with these and then pulled down her panties. Jonathan took a step back and frowned, staring at the naked girl and particularly her pudenda. Her pubic hair had been shaved into a long vertical band rising up with her Cleft of Venus. To Jonathan the upright band had an inappropriate element of the Teors about it, a column of dark curly hair standing vertically up her pubis—did it not represent a Teors—that great column of the male? Why even the top of the column, below her navel seemed rounded. Was this sign of her further disrespect or quite the opposite, a mark of respect? Jonathan did not know. He was torn between seeking out the Bacalum and asking, but thereby displaying ignorance, or leaving be, but that seemed indecisive. Perhaps it would be best for Tacey if he assumed the worse and shaved off the offending symbol leaving her pudenda naked of hair. The Bacalum, he knew, preferred girls like that— innocent and pure was Jonathan's understanding of his reasons.Leading Tacey by the hand into the water Jonathan picked up the soap and began to lather Tacey's skin. It was not an unpleasant task feeling his hands sliding over her smooth young skin, leaving no place uncleansed, but taking especial trouble over the ritualistic four parts of the woman's body which required greatest care—the nipples, the bottom and the pudenda. A full minute being allotted to each in the proper order. First the left nipple, then the right, followed by the bottom and lastly the pudenda. Jonathan looked into Tacey's eyes and saw considerable surprise as his right index finger, liberally coated in soap, slipped up her bottom. It was appropriate. A woman should be surprised at the unexpected acts of a man.Finally Jonathan washed Tacey's hair, lathering it enthusiastically as he stood and she knelt in the bath in the proper position a woman should take when a man is shampooing her hair. Equally properly Jonathan placed his teors between Tacey's lips, still in the Teorsic Circle, and pushed. A woman should always suck the man's teors when he is washing her hair. It was clearly shown in the old manuscripts. Tacey reacted rather dopily but instinctively seeking the Teorsic Fluid. It was not, though, appropriate yet.The full minute spent soapily washing, shaving and examining Tracey's pudenda also ensured, had the Mesmodildo not done its arousing work, the clitoris was fully erect. Drying Tacey with towels he had her lie down and open her legs wide, giving him not only full access but a full view of her sex. He readied his instrument, his Clitometer, adjusting the wheels and shiny metal dividers to measure both circumference and length. The cold metal touched Tacey's sensitive button and she winced slightly. "Why?" she said in a slightly slurred voice. Her faculties were returning."Because it is necessary." He was being kind. It was not necessary to answer a woman's questions or even to listen to her.The last part of the preparation now needed to be undertaken. Jonathan brought Tacey to a curved marble saddle surmounted by a gorgeous golden teors. Of realistic size; unlike many of the beautiful representations in the halls; not too large because this had to fit all women; and more stylistic in design than many more faithful depictions. It was in an art nouveau style which so fitted the curving nature of the teors and the artist had taken liberty with his depiction of the glans which swept unusually far down the shaft giving a particularly streamlined look. A beautiful object which would give any women great pleasure to mount. Carefully he sat Tacey astride ensuring she lowered herself so the teors pushed up inside her. Instinctively, as before, Tacey began to ride the teors. Jonathan smiled a little in pity. Women had such a need for and such a longing to steal the Teorsic Fluid. They could not help themselves.Jonathan depressed a lever and Tacey betrayed surprise. It was not Teorsic Fluid but a sweet Almond oil that was being injected by the golden teors into her as she rode. A cunning contraption pumped out the oil in carefully regulated spurts mimicking the Third Wonder but in a profusion only the most adept knights were able to achieve—and the truth was that Jonathan was not one of them; much to his chagrin. He was, though, working at raising his TFL, performing the exercises at morning and night. He carefully recorded the outcome in a spreadsheet stored on his laptop and the chart did show a rising trend. (TFL = Teorsic Fluid Level).The purpose of the Almond ejaculation was not the pleasure of the women, or deceiving her she had taken Teorsic Fluid, but to prepare her. In Tacey's case the Mesmodildo had caused her to literally drip but the liberal amount of Almond oil being pumped into her would ensure ease of teorsic insertion and a most appropriate sheen of oily lubrication running down the inside of her thighs. The Order expected not just the substance but the appearance of things and it was so very important for a woman appearing before the massed knights not only to be massively aroused by the honour shown but to visibly demonstrate it as well.Prepared, Jonathan dressed Tacey in the linen shift and finished his own ritual. Washed, he merely needed to don the badges of his rank and his robes. At the very base of his teorsic shaft, indeed clasping it tightly behind his scrotum, he tied, with leather thongs, a thin leather belt encircling the shaft forcing the scrotum forwards and the testes into greater prominence. It was the first symbol of a member of the Order and many wore it ordinarily under their street clothes.From a small red leather box Jonathon drew out three intricately engraved gold rings, rings prepared by the Order's goldsmith—a member himself. The first ring for a raphe, the second for a knight and the third ring for a member of the Corona. Jonathan had not possessed the third ring for long, indeed had only recently been erected to the Corona, and was only just getting used to wearing it tightly and impressively below his glans. Lifting his now unerect teors by the prepuce, with an ease gained by long practice Jonathan slipped the first, second and then third ring down the shaft and willed the First Wonder. His teors rose proudly, the flesh expanding into the rings so they were held tightly in their allotted positions as if the shaft was bound in gold. His teors looked magnificent in the mirror; Jonathan admired himself turning to the right and left as if trying on a new suit of clothes; it was big, knurled by veins, beautifully banded in gold and surmounted by the shiny purple head with its eye of mystery. It never ceased to impress him.Only the Bacalum wore the fifth symbol, a gold, bejewelled hat or helmet sitting atop his teors-head.Pulling on his great red robe Jonathan was prepared and led Tacey out into the great hall of the knights, the Corpus Cavernosum. The Knights of the Teorsas were assembled and waiting.The grand phallic ritual is concluded.The shock to Tacey must have been immense, shock and awe at walking into such a beautiful stone vaulted place and seeing the knights and raphes, perhaps a hundred in all, standing in their red robes watching her, their eyes focused just upon her; and, at their centre, the figure of the Bacalum looking so serene and wonderful in his great curving red penile hat. Jonathan could not but sense what she was feeling as he led her down the massed rows of the knights. Certainly her eyes were wide.A low chanting filled the hall as Jonathan led Tacey forward to the centre of the hall. Speaking in a clear voice he outlined to the assembly Tacey's grave misdemeanour. It was certain, very certain they were not pleased and Jonathan felt for Tacey as she must now realise how great was her error, how unwise and wrong it was to speak lightly of the teors and in a flippant manner. It was possible she thought herself there for punishment but that was not often the way of the Order. Perhaps once upon a time Tacey would have been bound tightly and her bottom roundly punished as the Knights watched; the sight of a helpless, naked, bound girl wriggling under torment greatly assisting their meditation.

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Greetings fellow witches, wizards, warlocks, and everything in between. It's that time of year again, and the Podcast is ready for Spooky Season! Join us once again for another Halloween Special, as we read four more spooky short stories, all inspired by Sorcery cards. Three of the stories were written by last month's Spooky Short Story Contest winners, while the forth was written by a good friend of the Podcast, Sal. Enjoy!       --   Shop for all your Sorcery needs @ CardDig.com   ----   Use coupon code allthings5 to receive 5% off your order!   --       --   International shipping + payment plans available!   --** Download the Four Cores App:https://fourcores.xyz/install*** For more details regarding SorcerCon Vegas, or to buy tickets, check the main page:https://www.sorcerycon.com/- Join the SorceryCon Discord Server here:https://discord.gg/W9wA2GTDpg** Join The Ruby Core-ier's Discord Server & read all digital issues:https://discord.gg/Yms9XuEeQe- The Ruby Core-ier's Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/therubycoreier** Check out the SorceryCon Documentary by Team Covenant:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4Jom0FZL90* To check out all of the most current and up to date card FAQs on Curiosa:https://curiosa.io/faqsOfficial Podcast Patreon Page!https://patreon.com/AllThingsContestedRealmOfficial Podcast Discord server:https://discord.gg/J34k273GZ3Official Sorcery TCG Discord server:https://discord.gg/6CTv5Reqxz* Follow us on Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/allthingscontestedrealm/* Follow us on Twitter:https://twitter.com/ATCR_PodcastAnd as always, stay contested.Chapter Markers:00:02:36 News & Highlights00:29:10 Story 1- That Which Binds00:36:20 Story 2- The Assumption of Brother Tibbons00:46:15 Story 3- The True Meaning of Candlemas00:55:08 Story 4- Witch01:10:50 Card Highlights

La parlamentaria de RN criticó el actuar del Gobierno tras conocerse la denuncia de violación contra el ahora ex subsecretario Manuel Monsalve.

Curiosa síntesis entre "The Office" y "28 días después" en la que un virus enloquecedor saca todos los cabreos internos de un abogado de medio pelo en la piel del siempre majete Steven Yeung.

David Trueba nos trae sus reflexiones en "La niebla". Curiosa manera de distribuir una herencia millonaria y sobre cómo la avaricia afecta al ser humano.Escuchar audio

María y Dani dejaron sus trabajos y su vida en España para lanzarse a una Luna de Miel de lo más particular: ¡dar la vuelta al mundo! Y en Fin de Semana tenemos la suerte de contar cada domingo con ellos para conocer más de los rincones del planeta que van visitando desde hace cinco meses. El último fin de semana del mes de septiembre la pareja nos ha llevado hasta Filipinas, hasta la Isla Siargao, famosa por las olas que buscan surferos de todo el mundo: "Buscan la ola 'Cloud Nine', muy famosa. Hay muchísimos españoles". Dani y María han visitado la capital filipina, la ciudad de Manila, "que no es la urbe más bonita de Asia. La realidad es que es una ciudad caótica, oscura y bastante contaminada. Pero hay algún rincón interesante. Hay algún fuerte bastante conocido. Merece la pena echar un día de visita. Nos ha gustado mucho el barrio chino, que se supone que fue el primero que se estableció fuera de China. Un barrio caótico pero interesante" comentaba ...

Elena Gijón reflexiona en Noticias mediodía sobre las reuniones de Sánchez con los presidentes autonómicos

Gilca encontra um bilhete preto em cima de sua cama ao sair do banho, o significado disso pode mudar sua vida de formas inimagináveis… Classificação indicativa 14 anos.   Contos Narrados. Aqui você encontra mais um conto sonorizado produzido pelo do RPG Next. Coloque seu fone de ouvido e curta! ▬ Autor: Vinicius Mendes Souza Carneiro. ▬ Narração: Shelly. ▬ Masterização, sonorização e edição: Rafael 47. Contos Narrados apresenta, “Bilhetes", um Conto de Horror. Começou em um dia normal, ensolarado, dia lindo, pra ser sincera. Acordei pela manhã, fui até o banheiro e tomei um baita banho quente, daqueles nos quais o box fica todo embaçado, sabe? Devo ter passado ao menos meia hora curtindo o momento, saí do banheiro e me enxuguei. Havia depilado as pernas no dia anterior e, apesar de não recomendado, o banho quente estava satisfatório.  Meu nome é Gilca, tenho trinta e dois anos, cabelos escuros e encaracolados, cachinhos de mola, segundo mainha. Meus olhos são castanho-escuros como os cabelos, minha pele é branca, tenho lábios nem finos e nem grossos, e o nariz é um pouquinho redondo, sabe? Um dia faço plástica! Mesmo sob protestos de meu companheiro Valter. Não sou gorda nem magra e meço 1,68m.  Ao vestir minhas roupas de trabalho notei algo diferente. Sempre que entro no banheiro deixo tudo já separado antes, dessa forma não perco tempo, sendo assim, sabia que era algo novo, deixado lá durante meu banho. Ao lado do vestido jazia um envelope preto, e em seu centro havia um olho aberto desenhado em tinta branca. Curiosa, abri rapidamente o item, será que era coisa de Valter? Com seu trabalho noturno mal nos víamos, e àquele horário da manhã ele ainda não deveria ter chegado. Puxei o bilhete que vinha dentro: “Nas gordinhas de ondina.” Nada mais estava escrito. Moro na Pituba, um bairro de Salvador na Bahia, meu pai deixou esse apartamento de herança pra mim, caso contrário não teria dinheiro para uma casa aqui. Trabalho na Barra. Costumo passar pela avenida oceânica todos os dias, então as Gordinhas de Ondina, monumento referência composto por três estátuas de mulheres gordas em um canteiro próximo à orla do local, era paisagem trivial. Humm, curiosa com isso, viu... Terminei meus preparativos e peguei o elevador, meu carro aguardava no primeiro estacionamento. O trânsito estava como sempre, insuportável, fiz o trajeto em pelo menos meia hora, pois a curiosidade era grande, queria ver o que o monumento tinha a ver com minha vida hoje. Há um cruzamento em “T” com sinaleira em frente às estátuas, curiosamente o sinal fechou na minha vez de passar e tive visão plena do que acontecia ali.  No primeiro momento julguei que não veria algo diferente, havia uma senhorinha caminhando em direção à UFBA (Universidade Federal da Bahia), um garoto de skate, um mendigo sentado aos pés de uma estátua. Não havia nada fora do normal... até que vi. Foi repentino, um pedestre andava ao lado de uma das gordinhas, por algum momento não consegui desviar mais a atenção dele, foi quando um buraco na calçada o fez desequilibrar, ao tentar ficar em pé torceu o tornozelo e tombou para o lado da pista, o ônibus que vinha por ali não teve como desviar e suas rodas estouraram o crânio dele como uma fruta madura. A cena foi horrível, em choque não consegui me mover dali até o buzinaço começar atrás de mim. Parcialmente catatônica fiz o trajeto até o trabalho, tanto que ao parar o carro quase não percebi um segundo bilhete que descansava no banco do passageiro. Trêmula, peguei o segundo envelope e o coloquei na bolsa, não iria abrir aquele mau agouro de maneira nenhuma. Fui até minha sala no escritório de contabilidade no qual trabalho e fiquei ali amuada por alguns momentos. Então Rita entrou: - Tu tá com cara de fantasma menina, o que aconteceu? Rita era minha amiga ali, conversávamos sobre tudo, parceiros, desejos, fofocas e qualquer assunto que fosse colocado.

Nos preguntamos cuál es la historia del Cipotegato. El etnógrafo del Instituto Aragonés de Antropología, Vicente Chueca, nos da la respuesta. La figura más importante de las fiestas de San Atilano, en Tarazona, protagoniza nuestra tertulia.

¿Sabían que cada verano aparece en lo más alto del cielo una estrella 'del Cádiz'? Esta es la apasionante historia que ha relatado en mediodía en Hoy por Hoy Cádiz Juan Manuel Fernández, presidente del grupo astronómico portuense

Jacobo Rivero, una semana más, trae una nueva entrega de 'Todo por la música'. En esta ocasión explica algunas de las conexiones que guardan ciertas canciones con los cómics. 

El crítico de cine, Carlos Boyero, explica en 'La Ventana del Cine', cuáles han sido sus observaciones y opiniones sobre los últimos estrenos de esta semana.

VII La Curiosa Aventura de Mr. Bond" es un relato intrigante que se centra en las experiencias extraordinarias de un personaje llamado Mr. Bond. En época de viajes y vacaciones, tal vez no sea el mejor momento de escucharlo. Ya os conté algo similar que a mí me ocurrió, al vivir una experiencia de miedo, de nervios, con mi pareja en un hotel de montaña apartado y solitario…afortunadamente, solo fue eso… miedo y sugestión, pero leyendo y conociendo casos similares a este… quien sabe qué pudo ocurrir si no llegan más huéspedes? Cuantas veces han ocurrido en hostales, viejas casas o moteles, historias, que jamás podrán ser contadas. Mr. Bond es un hombre de negocios respetable y metódico que vive en la ciudad. Su vida cotidiana se define por la rutina y la monotonía, hasta que un día decide adentrarse en una aventura en solitario por las montañas. La soledad, el frío y el hambre, hace que recuerde la cotidianidad y comodidad de su vida, pero encontrará una posada, que le cambiará la vida. Intrigado y algo desconcertado, Mr. Bond decide entrar en ella. Al hacerlo, se encuentra con unos personajes demasiado hospitalarios, un matrimonio algo extraño. La posada es acogedora y los dueños son… demasiado atentos. La narrativa se intensifica, cuando ha de ir a otras posadas, en las que ocurrirán extrañas vivencias, que lo desconcertarán poco a poco, hasta el punto de incomodarlo y no entender, como ha llegado a donde lo hace. La sensación de peligro inminente se amplifica con cada minuto que pasa, y las posadas que inicialmente parecía un lugar de maravillas ahora se convierte en una trampa mortal. Sus pensamientos van oscureciendo enfrentándose a la posibilidad de no sobrevivir la noche, Mr. Bond debe confrontar sus propios miedos y dudas. El relato se teje con una mezcla de suspense y misterio manteniendo en tensión en un estado constante de anticipación y curiosidad. La prosa de Barker Nugent es rica en detalles y atmósfera, creando una experiencia de lectura inmersiva que atrapa al lector desde el principio hasta el clímax de la historia. A través de su protagonista, Nugent nos invita a cuestionar nuestra propia percepción de la realidad y a considerar la posibilidad de llegar a lugares y momentos en los que jamás hubiera pensado. La historia mantiene al lector en vilo hasta el final. Sumérgete conmigo en “La Curiosa Aventura De Mr Bond”, una obra maestra del inigualable Barker Nugent. Te invito a sumergirte en las profundidades de una historia oscura y misteriosa. Junto a Mr. Bond, un caballero británico, un hombre cuya vida da un vuelco extraordinario al encontrarse con lo inaudito. En un día aparentemente normal, Mr. Bond descubre que la realidad no es más que un velo, y detrás de él, se esconden secretos que desafían su comprensión. Acompáñenme en este viaje, donde lo único seguro, es su final inesperado. HAZTE MECENAS, no dejes que La Biblioteca, cierre Nunca sus Puertas… GRATITUD ESPECIAL: Siempre a los MECENAS. Sin ustedes… esto no tendría sentido. SUSCRIBETE AL CANAL DE TELEGRAM: https://t.me/LaLamadaDeLaLuna PUEDES VER ALGUNOS VIDEOS DE LLDLL: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCEOtdbbriLqUfBtjs_wtEHw Suscríbete al Canal Youtube y a Ivoox. Sigamos sumando en LLDLL, SUSCRIBETE en IVOOX y comparte. Y si deseas escuchar todos los programas en cerrados y sin anuncios… Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Cearense estudou nos EUA e construiu carreira como ‘médico da pobreza' em terra natal — onde também fundou revista científica e publicou livro de saúde com linguagem popular.

En este episodio, hablamos de los chismes y el interés por ellos. También hablamos de hacer tus problemas públicos y el ser infiel. Join the club! -- 0:00 - ACP Season 8:20 - Manejar la rutina y el cansancio 22:40 - Nos interesa el chisme? 27:20 - Las cuentas de polémica 30:00 - El chisme del momento y la infidelidad -- Episodios extra todos los Viernes y contenido exclusivo https://www.patreon.com/alcontrariopodcast Envíanos un mensajito al buzón secreto aquí http://bit.ly/buzon-al-contrario --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/al-contrario-podcast/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/al-contrario-podcast/support

El arqueólogo y profesor de prehistoria de la Universidad de Santiago, Edgard Camarós, da todos los detalles sobre el cráneo en el cual los médicos egipcios hicieron incisiones sobre los tumores cancerígenos. La canoa que usaban los mayas para su ritual. El influencer millenial a punto de ser canonizado. Descubren un brazo del río Nilo que daría explicación a la construcción de las pirámides. Irene Gut, la enfermera polaca que salvó a varios judíos escondiéndoles en la casa de un oficial nazi. Falso lama, falsa vidente, dos casos llevados ante la justicia. Curiosa y extraña enfermedad medieval con mucha mortandad Y la sorpresa de un "bonustrack" sobre el comportamiento de animales.

Hoy tenemos risas con una nueva Emboscada. O sea, Cristina Boscá hará vivir a un artista la entrevista más complicada de su carrera. Y hoy será el turno de Abraham Mateo. Además, Nacho Gómez Hermosura volverá a demostrarnos que estamos viviendo la era de oro del periodismo, porque nos va a traer más patinazos televisivos en su zapping de gente que está fatal. Y en la broma, María Dolores de Alicante tendrá que vérselas con San BernarChino para cancelar un pedido de 100 colchonetas gigantes.

José Dorángel Vargas Gómez fue el primer asesino en serie popularmente conocido en Venezuela y hablamos sobre su peculiar historia. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

“Erotica is literature or art that deals substantively with subject matter that is erotic, sexually stimulating or sexually arousing. Some critics regard pornography as a type of erotica, but many consider it to be different. Erotic art may use any artistic form to depict erotic content, including painting, sculpture, drama, film or music. Erotic literature and erotic photography have become genres in their own right. The term erotica is derived from the feminine form of the ancient Greek adjective: ἐρωτικός (erōtikós), from ἔρως (érōs)—words used to indicate lust, and sexual love.[1] Curiosa are curiosities or rarities, especially unusual or erotic books.[2] In the antiquarian book trade, pornographic works are often listed under "curiosa", "erotica" or "facetiae". Eroticism (from Ancient Greek ἔρως (érōs) 'love, desire', and -ism) is a quality that causes sexual feelings,[1] as well as a philosophical contemplation concerning the aesthetics of sexual desire, sensuality, and romantic love. That quality may be found in any form of artwork, including painting, sculpture, photography, drama, film, music, or literature. It may also be found in advertising. The term may also refer to a state of sexual arousal[1] or anticipation of such – an insistent sexual impulse, desire, or pattern of thoughts. As French novelist Honoré de Balzac stated, eroticism is dependent not just upon an individual's sexual morality, but also the culture and time in which an individual resides.[2][3][4].” --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/antonio-myers4/support