Podcasts about danse

"Le bal de Paris" de Blanca Li est un spectacle qui abolit la frontière entre la scène et les spectateurs, mais c'est aussi une expérience où le public, équipé d'un casque de réalité virtuelle est invité à danser dans un décor féérique. Cette histoire d'amour en 3 actes a obtenu un Lion de la meilleure expérience VR à la Mostra de Venise 2021. Blanca Li, insatiable créatrice, du flamenco au ballet en passant par le hip hop, vous invite à (re)découvrir ce spectacle à la Seine Musicale. La chorégraphe Blanca Li était l'invitée de Nathalie Amar.    ► Chronique Les pionnières Marjorie Bertin nous parle de Lucie Eyenga, surnommée « Maman Eyenga », une pionnière de la rumba congolaise.   ► Reportage Tom Malki s'est rendu à la Nouvelle Seine qui a fait parlé d'elle il y a un an en ratifiant une charte des comedy clubs pour lutter contre le sexisme dans le monde du stand-up.   ► Playlist du jour - Daft Punk - Around the world. - Mom'lo Siwaju du Star Féminine Band - Benin.

durée : 01:56:39 - Fictions / Théâtre et Cie - Isadora Duncan, Martha Graham, Merce Cunningham : trois danseurs du XXème qui ont révolutionné l'art de la danse et renouvelé sa pensée dans le monde.

durée : 01:56:39 - Fictions / Théâtre et Cie - Isadora Duncan, Martha Graham, Merce Cunningham : trois danseurs du XXème qui ont révolutionné l'art de la danse et renouvelé sa pensée dans le monde.

Dans cet épisode je reçois Karl Paquette, danseur étoile emblématique du Ballet de l'Opéra de Paris.Un artiste dont le parcours force l'admiration : nommé Étoile le 31 décembre 2009 après un Casse-Noisette de Rudolf Noureev, il a marqué plus de vingt-cinq années de scène par sa générosité, sa rigueur et un lien unique avec le public.Dans cette première partie, Karl revient sur :✨ Ses débuts : de l'expression corporelle au studio de Max Bozzoni, figure essentielle de la danse classique.✨ Son entrée à l'École de danse de l'Opéra à 10 ans, sous la direction de Claude Bessy.✨ Ses premières années dans la compagnie, sa progression rapide et ses remplacements de dernière minute qui ont fait de lui “le danseur qu'on appelle pour sauver une représentation”.✨ Ses doutes, ses blessures et ses forces, et la manière dont il a transformé ses “défauts” en signature artistique.✨ Des anecdotes savoureuses, des moments drôles, et des confidences touchantes sur son parcours.✨ Sa passion pour la transmission, héritée de sa famille et ancrée dans sa nouvelle vie de professeur à l'École de danse de l'Opéra.Fils de professeurs, Karl Paquette porte en lui l'envie de transmettre.Il fait aujourd'hui découvrir la danse classique au jeune public à travers sa trilogie :

65 -Evènementiel et culture du 17 au 24/11/2025 DESCRIPTIF PARTIEL (détails dans podcast)« Escale en Bigorre » Médiathèque Simone Veil Bagnères de Bigorre du 16/10 au 22/11 :Exposition photographies sur le patrimoine vernaculaire de la Bigorre, exposition documents sur le thème du costume bigourdan, expo de costumes traditionnels prêtés par Les Pastourelles de CampanConférence « L'Observatoire du Pic du Midi de Bigorre : histoire du 1° observatoire scientifique en haute-montagne » par Jean-Christophe SANCHEZ le 22/11 à 16h30Escales d'automne : « Strauss & Co » le 21/11 à 20h30, Maison du Savoir St Laurent de NesteMois du film documentaire : Médiathèque Simone Veil Bagnères, Maison du Val d'Azun -voir podcastMédiathèque Louis Aragon : exposition Photographie E du 10 au 29/11, projection « Dieuzaide, itinéraire d'une œuvre » le 21/11 à 17h30Conférences« Richard WAGNER, un grand romantique allemand » par Marie-Bernadette FANTIN-EPSTEIN le 17/11 à 16h à l'Espace Jeanne LarroqueAppel d'Air « Le mégalithisme dans le Sud-Ouest de la France » par Pablo MORTICORENA le 20/11 à 18h au Palais des Congrès Lourdes« L'Art Roman » par Thomas GIRARD le 21/11 à 17h à l'Espace Jeanne Larroque« Henri HAGUE » par Gilbert PEYROT le 21/11 à 18h30 au Musée de la Déportation et de la Résistance« Des appétits de loup ? Les prétentions de l'abbaye de St Savin contre ses sujets, un long combat du Moyen-Age au XIX siècle » par Jean-Pierre ALLINNE, le 22/11 à 14h, salle mairie St SavinAtelier Livres et Rencontres autour d'Andreï KOURKOV le 17/11 à 17h45 à l'Espace Jeanne LarroqueCafé-Philo au Kairn le 17/11 à 17h30 « Y a-t'il une frontière entre le sauvage et le domestique ? »Salon Minéraux Fossiles Bijoux 22 et 23/11, Parc des Expositions Hall 4Les Rencontres de la création d'entreprise le 18/11 13h-16h30, Hexagone TarbesLe Forum de la Santé Mentale le 18/11, 16h30-18h MDA Vic-Bigorre42° Semi-marathon Lourdes-Tarbes le 23/11 voir site Tarbes Pyrénées Athlétisme« Grand Prix des Pyrénées » Danse sportive le 22/11 à 20h, centre Léo Lagrange SéméacSPECTACLESSaison culturelle Bagnères « Mont » le 21/11 à 20h30 Halle aux GrainsParvis : « Wagner, Woton, François et les Autres », « Portées de femmes », « Le Petit B »Théâtre des Nouveautés : « Recettes de famille » le 21/11 à 20h30La Gespe : « Les enfants de la Gespe » le 21/11 à 21hCAC Séméac : Concert OPUS :65 le 21/11 à 20h30 et concert Orgue et chants le 23/11 à 16h église SéméacConservatoire Henri Duparc « Schubertiades » avec les professeurs du Conservatoire le 21/11 à 19hParc des Expos « Fantasia » le 22/11 à 15h, hall 3Autres spectacles et concerts détaillés dans podcastCinéma : voir podcastExpositions : voir podcastHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Pat Angeli du 16-20 RFM vous raconte en quelques minutes l'histoire d'un titre, d'un album ou d'un artiste mythique !Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Laurine Gros - Danseuse, chorégraphe, professeur de danseOriginaire du Sud-Est de la France, Laurine commence la danse à l'âge de 8 ans, dans une école pluridisciplinaire dans laquelle elle découvre des disciplines comme le jazz, le hip-hop et les claquettes.Elle se forme partout en France, mais aussi à l'international.En 2015, elle obtient son Diplôme d'État de danse jazz à Aix-en-Provence, avant de partir se perfectionner aux USA.Elle multiplie ensuite les collaborations dans des projets scéniques, des clips, des événements à l'international, tout en dansant aux côtés de chorégraphes de renom.Son travail aujourd'hui est un mélange subtil d'influences hip-hop et jazz, teinté d'une approche contemporaine.En parallèle de sa carrière d'interprète et de chorégraphe, elle enseigne en France et en Europe et a récemment fondé « Movement Dimensions » à Paris : un espace dédié à l'art du mouvement, à la transmission, et à la rencontre entre artistes.Dans cet épisode on explore :La manière dont Laurine crée de l'émotion sur scène, en connectant au mouvement et à la musique.Elle nous parle de son rapport au corps et de la gestion de l'énergie dans la danse.On aborde les réalités du métier aujourd'hui : visibilité et conditions de travail.Laurine nous partage sa vision du danseur-entrepreneur à travers son projet « Movement Dimensions ».

Aujourd'hui, je reçois Mickaël Le Mer, chorégraphe et directeur artistique de la compagnie S'Poart.Depuis In Vivo en 2007, il développe au sein de ce collectif hip-hop une écriture poétique, nourrie de sensations et d'un travail précis sur la lumière.Sa nouvelle création, Enso – Boléro, est née d'un coup de cœur pour la musique de Ravel et pour la version mythique de Maurice Béjart.Avec neuf danseurs, il y explore la figure du cercle, comme une boucle en perpétuel mouvement.Mickael vous donne rendez-vous le 30 novembre au Festival de Danse de Cannes.On l'écoute avec joie,

Et si, derrière la tension, l'énergie et l'adrénaline, les battles racontaient une toute autre histoire ?Dans cette capsule d'Un pas de côté, Les Sens de la Danse vous emmène au cœur du cercle, là où la danse cesse d'être un spectacle pour devenir un miroir :un espace d'humanité, de courage, d'abandon.Cette réflexion s'inspire des rencontres que j'ai eues avec trois artistes majeurs passés par le battle :– Sofiane Chalal,dans les épisodes :

Forte d'un début de saison à succès, la salle de spectacles des Tanzmatten accueillera prochainement deux nouvelles représentations. La première, Boléro, reprendra avec allégresse la célèbre mélodie de Maurice Ravel, dans un duo chorégraphique qui se voudra ludique et adressé à toutes les générations, le mardi 25 novembre. Quelques jours plus tard, poésie et musique ne feront qu'un lors du spectacle Des jardins et des hommes, le jeudi 04 décembre. Ecologie et protection de l'environnement seront à l'honneur grâce à des airs de pianos et des textes, mêlés à des chants kabyles. Cyril Leclerc, chargé de promotion culturelle pour la Ville de Sélestat, nous décrit ces rendez-vous.Les interviews sont également à retrouver sur les plateformes Spotify, Deezer, Apple Podcasts, Podcast Addict ou encore Amazon Music.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

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La plus petite discothèque du monde !

durée : 00:27:20 - Les Midis de Culture - par : Marie Labory - Aujourd'hui, au menu de notre débat critique des spectacles avec "Graham 100" pour le 100e anniversaire de la Martha Graham Danse Company au théâtre du Châtelet & "La luz de un lago" du collectif espagnol El Conde de Torrefiel présenté dans le cadre du Festival d'Automne à l'Odéon - Théâtre de Paris - réalisation : Laurence Malonda - invités : Laura Cappelle Sociologue et chercheuse en danse, professeure associée à l'université Sorbonne-Nouvelle et chercheuse au Centre de la recherche sur les liens sociaux (CERLIS); Victor Inisan docteur en études théâtrales, dramaturge et critique 

durée : 00:15:45 - Les Midis de Culture - par : Marie Labory - "Graham 100 – Programme A", au Théâtre du Châtelet, célèbre le centenaire de la Martha Graham Dance Company à travers un programme mêlant œuvres mythiques et créations contemporaines. Un hommage vibrant à la modernité et à la force expressive de la pionnière de la danse moderne. - réalisation : Laurence Malonda - invités : Laura Cappelle Sociologue et chercheuse en danse, professeure associée à l'université Sorbonne-Nouvelle et chercheuse au Centre de la recherche sur les liens sociaux (CERLIS); Victor Inisan docteur en études théâtrales, dramaturge et critique 

À l'occasion du centenaire de la Martha Graham Dance Compagny, le Théâtre du Châtelet à Paris rend hommage à la grande chorégraphe des États-Unis. Martha Graham a marqué et initié la danse contemporaine. Elle a formé de grands créateurs comme Merce Cunningham et a été sollicitée par des interprètes vedettes comme Rudolf Noureev et Mikhail Baryshnikov, ou encore Liza Minnelli et Madonna. Au programme du Châtelet : des œuvres phares de Martha Graham et une invitée d'honneur, la danseuse étoile Aurélie Dupont, qui n'est pas remontée sur scène depuis dix ans. Le centenaire de Martha Graham, c'est jusqu'au 14 novembre au Théâtre du Châtelet à Paris. 

À l'occasion du centenaire de la Martha Graham Dance Compagny, le Théâtre du Châtelet à Paris rend hommage à la grande chorégraphe des États-Unis. Martha Graham a marqué et initié la danse contemporaine. Elle a formé de grands créateurs comme Merce Cunningham et a été sollicitée par des interprètes vedettes comme Rudolf Noureev et Mikhail Baryshnikov, ou encore Liza Minnelli et Madonna. Au programme du Châtelet : des œuvres phares de Martha Graham et une invitée d'honneur, la danseuse étoile Aurélie Dupont, qui n'est pas remontée sur scène depuis dix ans. Le centenaire de Martha Graham, c'est jusqu'au 14 novembre au Théâtre du Châtelet à Paris. 

"Rouleauville" avec Sylvie CharettePlaylist: Brigitte Fontaine - BrigitteAlicia Deschênes - NovembreSuzane - NovembreCatherine Major, Alexandrine Larson, Julia Larochelle - NovembreVideoclub, Adèle Castillon & Mattyeux - NovembreIndochine - La vie est belleRobert Charlebois - The Frog SongBrigitte Fontaine - Il se passe des choses

The Time Riders: Part 2 When you've got a time machine, practice makes perfect. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Always The Student. Mark was lying on his back, panting while Becky squirmed and writhed on top of him, moaning in pleasure. His hands were on her opulent tits, kneading them just how she loved it. The lovers were covered in sweat as she ground her cunt down onto his cock, taking him deep inside. He matched her sensual rhythm, pushing up while she pressed down, squeezing his shaft with each thrust he made. "Yes, Mark;” she gasped, her hands resting on his chest while she writhed on him shamelessly. It didn't matter that she was his former high school Physics teacher, or even that she still was, in a sense, she was committed to fucking him because she'd promised herself she'd enjoy this, and Becky did her damdest to always follow her own advice. "Yes, baby, right there;” Becky now began gyrating her hips in a circle on top of him, interrupting the rhythm that would certainly had led to both of them cumming and she wanted to prolong this session. She felt Mark regain control of himself, adapting to the new pace, although he continued to molest her tits, pinching and tugging on her nipples. Her flawless skin glistened with her exertions, the wonderful scent of a woman making love permeating the air. "Hmm, good boy," she purred, smiling down at him. "You're learning." "I've got the best teacher I could ask for." Mark replied, grinning back. "Forget all the time travel stuff you're helping me figure out, you're amazing in bed, Becky. I've never cum so hard before, not like when I'm with you." "You're so sweet, darling," she cooed, reveling in the feel of his throbbing cock deep inside her. Ever since that night he'd snuck into her home and failed so miserably at trying to seduce her so she would change his Physics grade, they'd become ardent lovers, with her being nearly as addicted to their sex as he was. "You make me cum really hard too, just so you know. And the gift you brought me back from London was so thoughtful. How would you like to fuck me next?" Mark nodded, pondering her question. He had indeed brought her back a gift, from London in the 1880's. He'd come back with a lovely dress from the period and a bottle of Italian wine. Even though she had never accompanied him on a temporal trip (except that very first one, to prove he had a time machine at all), she seemed to have an innate understanding of how to time travel without screwing things up, which was very easy. He took hold of her hips and slowly rolled her onto her stomach. She purred as she pushed her legs together and then knelt over her thighs. She put her chin on her arms and sighed as he pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed his cock down into her cunt. Her clamped legs made her feel tighter than ever and he groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out. Keeping himself up on his hands, his back arched so that she was pinned beneath him, he began to piston his hips, fucking his teacher. "Oh, Mark;” she murmured. "It's so good this way. Your cock feels so wonderful inside me." "Uh, God;” he breathed, shuddering as she squeezed her cheeks together, clamping her cunt around him as he thrust. "I never wanna stop fucking you." "I don't want you to," she gasped as he hit her sweet spot. "And because you; oh; have your time machine; we can find a way; to fuck forever;” She squirmed and writhed beneath him while he pushed up and down on her, both of them getting slick with sweat. They groaned and panted together. He leaned down and bit her shoulder Becky keened in pleasure. Trembling, she arched her hips, pushing up against him. She could feel his cock twitching and swelling inside her. "Gonna cum;” he breathed, pushing down and straining. "Uh! Yes, cum in me, Mark!" she wailed. She pressed her face into a pillow as she screamed, feeling her student's cum spurting inside and filling her spasming cunt. Mark shook and groaned loudly, so glad they were in her house and could be as loud as they needed to be. Her slammed his hips down onto her, tingling pleasure blossoming through him. Mark collapsed on top of her, both of them limp and breathing heavily. He reached under Becky and put his hands on her tits, squeezing gently. She hummed and undulated her soft cheeks beneath him, milking his cock for all of his cum, her wet cunt wanting every last drop. They said nothing for several minutes, just lying there in bliss. Becky finally slowly turned over, Mark's cock slipping out of her and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply. He pushed his still-hard cock back in and moved back and forth gently inside her and she squeezed him in rhythm. Tongues tangled and they hummed contentedly into one another's mouths. "God, I want to find a way to have multiples of you fucking me all at once," she purred, smiling into his eyes and caressing his cheek. "One in my cunt, one in my ass, another in my mouth; hmm, that sounds heavenly." "Yeah, but won't I, like, blow up spontaneously, or collapse the universe if I encounter myself?" he asked somewhat warily. He liked the idea of fucking all Becky's holes, but not if it made everything go boom. She giggled and bopped his nose. "Silly. Why are you asking me? You're the one with access to this time-travel police force. What did you say they were called? TEA?" "Yeah, they said they're called the Temporal Enforcement Agency." Mark confirmed. "I called them Teabaggers and they didn't think that was funny." "Oh, be nice to them, darling," she chided gently. "After all, they're protecting the timeline for crazy kids like you." "Yeah, I guess," he admitted, knowing she was infinitely more sensible than him about these things. She was already so much smarter at this temporal stuff than he was. The only reason his little trip to 1800's London went well was because she'd prepped him and made him think it through. "Getting myself killed is apparently pretty easy." "Boo, and then we couldn't fuck anymore," she said, sounding sad. "And even if you stopped time-travelling tomorrow, I'd still want to fuck you. You've unleashed a demon in me." "I know it," he laughed. "I have to rest a few days after our marathon fuck sessions, only to come back in your next day to keep up with your libido. Not that I'm complaining, mind." She giggled. "Well I do love to fuck," she agreed. "Maybe one day, I'll go with you. I'd love to fuck in a harem bath house or a Parisian brothel." Mark rolled off her and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He could almost see the steam rising off them. As tricky as time travel was, he never would have ended up in bed with his Physics teacher if it hadn't been for his time machine. "That chronometer the agents gave me comes in really handy," he said, his thoughts drifting. "It actually gives me little warnings if I'm getting too close to another temporal event. It means I can't do some things I'd like to do, but things get complicated." She smiled. "You said they called it 'the Limelight Effect' or getting clock hammered, depending on what you were trying to do." He nodded. "They didn't like it when I called it 'clock-blocking'." "You said they had no sense of humor." Becky mused. "But maybe practicing with your Holmes Field Device in minor ways will help." He turned and looked at her. "How so?" "Well," she began, turning on her side to look at him, her hand propping up her head. Her nipples gently kissed the skin of his arm. "How about you take me out for dinner? We'll pick a low-traffic area, somewhere time travelers don't go. You said that your chronometer dials are difficult to physically turn and the Holmes Field device always skews numbers if you're trying to get anywhere that would prove troublesome." He considered what she was saying. "So, take you to some remote village in the past where no one else is ever interested in going. We can try finessing my control of the device." She nodded. "Precisely. I don't know about you, but I speak flawless French, we could visit a little village in France's past and we could get some dinner. You could learn how to deal with the locals, get a feel for what you'll have to do if you keep travelling the time stream." "It's weird how you can say words like 'time stream' so naturally, like it's normal," he sighed. "Still, you're right, careful practice is probably a good thing." "It'll be fun," she said, reaching over and taking hold of his hip to turn him into her. Her tits were now squashed to his chest, his soft cock against her gooey cunt. "How bad a teacher can I be for this? You made it through my physics class without tearing a hole in reality." "And yet I failed," he sighed. "I doubt I can fuck my way out of every bit of trouble I get myself into." She giggled and took his hand, pulling him off the bed and leading him to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee while she stroked his cock gently, She shivered as she peed, feeling his cum trickling of her, pulling him closer and taking him in her mouth. She hummed as she bobbed back and forth, enjoying their mingled taste. Mark had to admit that he was enjoying how relaxed she was around him now that they were lovers. "So," she said finally, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a quiet pop. "We'll shower and get cleaned up. Then we'll head to the public library to figure out where and what we're doing. Anybody asks, I'll say I'm helping you with your schoolwork." He smiled slyly, feeling a familiar tingle in his cock at the thought of showering with her. This was going to be a good night. "So here's a question," she remarked as she watched Mark get dressed in the outfit they'd bought for the occasion, hidden from prying eyes in her basement, where he kept the Holmes Field Device. They'd visited a costume shop and found clothing that was a good fit for the period they were visiting, that being France in the 1600's. "Did they ever tell you about any contacts you can make in the time stream? You know, like dealers?" He looked at her quizzically. "Dealers?" "Sure," she said, nodding. "There must be time-travelers who make their living by providing goods and services to other travelers. I mean, you need to be able to get money and supplies somewhere, so that you don't stick out like a sore thumb, right?" "Yeah, that'd make sense," he admitted. "I mean, I got lucky when I tried going to London and got that dress, I managed to pawn off some knick-knacks I'd brought with me, because I didn't know how else to pay for anything. And they thought I was just some ignorant American. I got out a lot quicker than I thought I would." "I think we should find out," she reasoned. "If you're going to do this, you should really learn how to find what you need." "Exactly how much time-travelling do you think I'm gonna be doing?" he asked, giving her a wry look before continuing to put on his new outfit. "Well, we know you have no future as a physicist, maybe you'll find something you're good at in the time stream," she giggled, making him sigh. She moved forward to help him get into his clothes, since he clearly had no idea what he was doing. "And even if you don't know how to find a dealer, I'm willing to bet that they'll know how to find a traveler." He couldn't argue with that logic and stood still while she corrected his attire, kissing his nose as she finished. He then watched as she got into her own period garb, doing so much more efficiently than he had done. She saw him looking at her and winked. "In spite of my physics major, I also did a lot of work in theater," she quipped, holding her top loosely in place over her opulent tits. "I've been in Les Mis a few times, so I know my way around period garb." "I feel bad about you bringing that jewelry to trade for money," he said, wishing he had more to offer. He didn't just yet, however. "Oh, they're nothing, it's just old gold I never wear," she said dismissively. "I'd probably just end up selling them in a pawn shop at some point. This way, at least it's getting some use. I sell these things I never wear, we get the proper currency, then we go and have some fun. I don't see how this can be a bad thing." "I guess I just feel like it should be me paying." Mark murmured, trying not to blush. "Silly," she giggled again. "You're an eighteen year-old boy. What one earth could you possibly have accumulated that the time stream would be interested in?" "Well, you got me there," he sighed, giving up and letting her continue. "Maybe I'll make it big in the time stream and then I can keep you buying you the presents you deserve." "Ooh, you honey-dripper," she cooed, smiling and kissing his nose before stepping back and examining him. "Well, you're starting to look the part. I'll use some gel in your hair to tousle it a little and then I think we're probably as close as we can get, since neither of us has syphilis or tuberculosis." He waited while she fixed his hair and then took care of her own, pulling her golden locks back in a bow. She was wearing a peasant dress, one that accentuated her small waist and large bust. His outfit, was more akin to a gentleman of northern Europe, with a blue vest and white breeches that he found rather tight, especially around the crotch. "So, milord," she lilted, threading her arm through his and smiling at him. "Shall we sally forth?" He nodded and walked over toward the time machine, his chronometer in hand. 17th Century, France. "Combien allez-vous me donner pour ce pendentif?" Becky asked the owner of the dingy little shop they were standing in. Candles flickered on the walls, dimly illuminating the musty room. The shop-owner, a wizened little man wearing crooked spectacles, looked up her with rheumy eyes. He held out a gnarled hand and she gently put the dull gold bangle into it. Her brought it close to his face, examining it intently. He weighed it in his palm and then scratched the inner surface, testing its contents. He licked his lip as he considered her offering. Finally he put it down. "Onze Louis," he declared, nodding. "Onze Louis, quatre livres, douze sous et vingt-et-trois deniers." Mark looked at Becky, who was considering what he had told them. After a few seconds, she seemed to think he was being reasonable. "Bien. Tout en livres et sous, s'il vous plait." The man counted out one hundred and sixty-six sous and pushed them across the counter. His eyes widened slightly as she pushed a gold necklace and two rings to him for appraisal. Half an hour later, they exited the shop with a small purse containing the equivalent of nearly fifty Louis, a small fortune by the standards of the period and their locale. "Here you go, milord," she said sweetly, pressing the purse into his palm. "It's only appropriate that you carry our funds, since you're the one cosplaying as the aristocracy." "Except my French sucks balls." Mark muttered as they walked down the dirt road. It was mid-morning and they'd arrived in a fallow field outside the town. Google maps indicated that it was empty in the modern day and online archive maps from France in 1652 indicated that it was much the same way back then. With careful calculations of time and distance, they'd arrived without incident. "Well, you speak Spanish, so we'll pretend you're from Madrid or something," she said simply, holding his arm again. "And I'll be the lusty French tart from Rouen who travels with you, keeping you enamored with our fair country." "You'd be stupidly good at Larp, you're really getting into this," he sighed. Larp?” Live action role playing. Any other hidden talents I should know about?" Mark inquired. "If I told you then they wouldn't be surprises," she pointed out. "We women love to be mysterious." "Well, at least you're a woman, most of the girls I know who do that stuff are just crazy." "That's because they're teenage girls, who are, by definition, 'bugfuck insane'." Becky added. "A lot of women are too, I suppose, but at least there's a chance our hormones have straightened out. Probably not much different here, except for the mortality rate." They walked down the cobblestone rode, attracting the occasional stare as they walked into the town. They stopped a stout, middle-aged man and asked where they might get some decent food and accommodations. "You are dressed rather unusually to be walking," he said, looking at Mark. "You seem to be a gentleman of quality, sir. I am the town's physician and apothecary, my name is Henri. And yours, monsieur?" Mark stuttered. "Mark, uh; mon nom; es;” "Marco," Becky interjected suddenly, relieving him of the burden of struggling to make his name known in French. "He is Senor Marco Del Strade, and he is a baron from Valencia." "I thought I was from Madrid." Mark whispered out of the side of his mouth. "Shut the fuck up, I'm thinking on the fly here!" she hissed back. "What did the Spaniard say?" asked the portly physician. "That didn't sound Spanish." "A curse of our association," she said sweetly, beaming a radiant smile at him. "The baron speaks no French, and I no Spanish, so we communicate en Anglais, with which we both have some facility." "A rather unusual arrangement," grunted the man. "Nonetheless, it would not do for our humble town to allow a gentleman of quality to not be looked after. I would recommend L'Auberge Des Loups." "The Wolves' Inn?" Mark muttered out loud, knowing enough French to get that translation. "That doesn't sound too safe." "Be at ease, my friends," Henri said, chuckling. "The wolf is on our town coat of arms, and the Inn is our most reputable establishment. If you have the money, they will give you what you need." He turned and pointed down the road. "There, you can see the inn from this spot. The two-story building with the gambrel roof and all the smoke coming out of the chimney. See it?" "Yes, good sir, and we thank you." Becky said, curtseying before smiling at the man and putting his rather fat, gout-ridden hand in hers. "For all of your help." "Ah, well, yes," he said, blushing and withdrawing his hand from hers. "When you go to the inn, tell the proprietor that Henri sent you. This will make things easier for you." And with that, the man waddled off. "He seemed nice, I guess," Mark mused as they resumed their trek into the town. "I mean, I missed a lot of what you two said, but it seemed to agree with you." "We just need to mention his name when we get to the inn and that'll apparently make our lives easier." Becky replied, thinking how quaint everything was. She couldn't believe she was actually in seventeenth century France! But then, she was fucking her former student who was a time-traveler, so clearly anything was possible. She had already promised herself she would enjoy every moment of this experience. She'd chosen the year as carefully as possible, noting that there were no major Plague outbreaks mentioned and she had insisted they bring very discretely concealed medications with them. Ignoring the stares of the townsfolk, they continued down the main street until they reached the inn. They tacitly avoided stepping in the various effluences that trickled between the cobblestones and stepped over the unconscious peasants who were sprawled in the middle of the street before opening the faded green doors and entering. Dark and musty, lit by wall sconces and an ancient wrought-iron chandelier overhead in which guttered many candles, the large common room was like something out of an HBO special, minus the lighting budget. Large, round table dominated the space, while a great hearth and a long counter encompassed most of the back wall. Lots of sun-browned peasant faces turned to look at them while some stringed instrument plunked away from a corner. The place smelled of smoke and what was probably body odor. Still ignoring the stares, Becky led Mark up to the counter, behind which stood a surly-looking man with a black moustache and beard. He observed them with interest as they approached. Mark stood silently while Becky addressed the man in French. "My lord the Baron is looking for clean and welcoming accommodations for the night," she began, indicating Mark. "Henri sent us to you, saying that you were the establishment in this town worthy of his business." "If you can pay, then yes, we will be able to room you comfortably," he answered, looking at Mark. "Our best room is one livre per night. I assume the baron can afford this?" She looked at Mark now. "A single night is one livre. Those'd be the silver coins. Get one out and just give it to him, without showing how much you actually have." Mark nodded and fished out one of the coins indicated, putting it on the counter for the proprietor to inspect. Satisfied, the man nodded. "This will cover the room. If his lordship has need of a bath or food, we can provide these things as well." "Fresh food?" she asked pointedly. "Only the freshest for the lord," laughed the man loudly, causing people nearby to chuckle. "Is he a mute?" "No, he is Spanish and speaks no French," she said flatly, fixing the man with a hard look. "You can speak to me, his servant, if you feel the need to communicate. You can bring him food now, and your finest wine, good sir." She then turned and took Mark's arm, leading him over to an empty table in the corner, once again ignoring the gazes that followed them. She sat down and sighed, nodding. "We'll eat and then see about the room and a bath," she declared, looking around and taking everything in. "If it's big enough, I'm sure we can get into all sorts of trouble in the tub." "I'd like that," he said, finally relaxing. "I'm glad you're taking to this so easily, because I'm way out of my element. London in the 1880's was hard enough, and all I was doing was pretending I was an American traveler. France in the time of the Louis the Sun King, that's a little out of my league." "Don't worry, once you hit your stride, you'll do fine," she said gently, patting his hand. "I've just had more weird experiences over the course of my life than you have and am adapting a little quicker is all." A jug of wine, two goblets, some hearty bread with butter and some onions and cheese was brought over by a wench who looked like John Rhys-Davies in drag. She belched and tottered off, having delivered her goods. "Although I'm not so sure about adapting to that." Becky said, shaking her head to clear it of the image. She unstopped the jug and poured the dark red wine into their goblets while Mark portioned out the bread, butter, cheese and onions. They both dug in, finally realizing how hungry they were. "Oh, wow, that's good," Becky remarked, looking into her goblet, having tried the wine. "Just remember to eat a lot of bread and butter, Mark, or you'll have the hangover from hell." He'd never had a wine quite like this before and they quickly polished off the jug before ordering another. They finished their bread and cheeses before being presented with a roasted suckling pig and two pheasants, stuffed with local herbs. They enjoyed eating, but the wine was strong enough to eventually get through all the food they'd lined their stomachs with. Becky was giggling and tipsy within the hour. "I can't beli; believe we're here in France," she said, her head tilted to one side. "An' we're gonna fuck; in the tub; an' then in our room, because; because; defiling the timeline; sounds like fun. It's fun, you know, to fuck across history;” "It is," Mark agreed, not as drunk as Becky but still feeling rather buzzed. His tongue felt thick from the wine, which she had explained was not treated with any modern pasteurization process and therefore would be full of tannins and sediments they would need to account for or suffer an assured hangover. "And you're the person I'd want to do it with, Becks;” Becky giggled and slid her hand along his leg, finally arriving at his crotch and giving the bulged contained in the tight breeches a squeeze. "You're not; not a time cop; you're a time cock; timeless cock;” Some musicians had come in a few minutes earlier and were sitting in another corner of the common room. They struck up a lively tune on their lutes, fiddles and a small drum. Becky's eyes lit up as the music reached them. "Oh, I love this song!" she said loudly in English before hopping up from the table and dancing her way with abandon into the middle of the room. People watched on and began to clap and cheer as she stood on a table and began capering. "How the hell does she know this song?" Mark wondered, frowning as he watched his Physics teacher begin to dance and sing. Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Un capuchon je lui donnerais Un capuchon je lui donnerais Danse, mon moine, danse! Tu n'entends pas la danse Tu n'entends pas mon moulin, lon la Tu n'entends pas mon moulin marcher. Mark watched in wonder as she tottered back over and flopped onto the bench next to him, breathing heavily and perspiring. She grinned at him lopsidedly and winked, still obviously rather inebriated. "Why did you know the lyrics to that song?" he asked, utterly baffled. She poured herself more wine and drained her goblet in one gulp, with a very loud Gluck! noise. Clearly, she was intent on partying. "Went to; a Catholic school; run by nunsh;” she slurred, trying to fill her cup again. "Lotsh of shingin' to; keep our little teen girl mindsh; off sheksh; Fuckin' love that shong, used to shing that shong; all the' time; fuckin'; great to dansh to;” "Yes, I noticed," he said, nodding and smiling. "You were almost flashing your tits and your cunt at the; the patrons;” "They can peek; but no touchy;” she said, taking another drink. "Thish pushy; only for you; I think; we'll shee;” She turned and looked at him, her eyes glazed and her skin flush from her exertions. "We're here; together, Mark, but; if you; ya' shee a girl ya' wanna fuck; I'm okay with; with that. "Jus' don' get the crabs!" She had broken into a snickering fit, pressing her forehead against the table as she tried to not fall over completely. Mark was chuckling and feeling really good watching how silly his teacher was being. She looked up suddenly, trying to wear a serious expression. "But one thing," she cautioned, holding up a finger and wagging it at one of the Marks she was looking at. There were three of them, so she chose the one in the middle. "No, moren one thing, but th' one thing'sh; important;” She leaned forward to whisper to him. "Keep your dicky in your pantsh unlesh; unlesh you know she'sh eighteen; 'cush the lawsh right now; 'she prolly legal to fuck 'em younger; but; you're from our time; our time;” She glowered at him drunkenly. "An' we don' fuck 'em if they're not eighteen; ya' got it?" He nodded. "Eighteen or older. Got it. And you can; miss, you can' "Not mish," she interrupted, waving away his comment. "Becky. Not fuckin' mish, remember?" "Sorry," he intoned, letting out a belch and patting his chest. The wine and cheese tasted great but were really fucking with him. "I'll be better; remember;” "Well, what wash it I can do?" she asked. "You were gonna; shay; I could do; what wash it?" Mark thought about that for a moment, unable to push through the wine-induced haze in his head. "I don' remember;” They both broke into laughter, much to the amusement of nearby patrons. Becky had her head on the table again, giggling until Mark slammed his palm on it in an expression of entertainment, shocking her and making her yelp. They looked at one another and burst into more fits of laughter. They'd drained another jug and polished off the pig and pheasants. Mark felt incredibly full, and drunk. Becky could barely stand up and she asked Mark to take her arm and lead them over to the proprietor behind the long counter once again. She shook her head a few times to clear it and he waited patiently for her to speak. "Shir, we'll be needing the bath now, and our room," she said slowly, making sure she could be understood. "Would you be so kind ash to show ush the way?" He tilted his head slightly. "Comment?" "You just spoke to him in English, Becks." Mark told her. Her glassy eyes widened and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to die of embarrassment. "For fuck's sakes;” she muttered. She took a deep breath and repeated herself in labored French. He nodded and led them up the back, away from the common room. It took Becky fifteen minutes to get up the single flight of stairs because it wouldn't stop spinning. Mark sighed as he sat in the large, round wooden tub, his arms resting on the side while his hands gripped the rim. The steaming water splashed over the side as he shuddered and groaned loudly, cumming. Spent, he sank back onto the small ledge and breathed heavily. The water stirred and Becky surfaced, exhaling. Her golden hair clung to her wetly and her glorious tits glistened. She grinned at her student. "See?" she declared, obviously pleased as she pulled her hair over her shoulders. "Told you I could make you cum before having to surface for air." "Jesus, you must've been down there over two minutes," he breathed, never ceasing to be stunned by her carnal skills. "How the hell do you hold your breath that long?" Becky cricked her neck and settled onto Mark's lap, her arms around his neck. She gave him a peck on the nose. "Lots of cardio and physical training." "Obviously." Mark agreed. "Not that I'm complaining, mind." "Hmm, didn't think you would," she purred. "But only half of this equation has been solved, big boy. I haven't cum yet. Since you're friend down there is taking a nap, how good are you at holding your breath?" "Not that good," he chuckled. "I'm happy to lick your cunt, but you'll need to keep it above water." She smiled and rolled her eyes before getting off his lap. He moved aside and allowed her to kneel on the little ledge he'd been sitting on, leaning over the rim of the tub and resting her forearms on it. She looked back at him and winked while wiggling her sexy, toned behind him. Her cuntlips were dripping and looked inviting. Mark knelt in the middle of the tub, behind Becky's ass and took hold of it, kissing the wet cheeks. Becky cooed and squirmed under the attention, one of her hands cupping a tit and squeezing it. She could feel Mark's lips and tongue moving slowly inward toward her core. She bit her lip and sighed. He touched her cunt, kissing it gently and sliding his tongue up and down the twat, which parted easily before him. Her heard her moan and tasted her tang as he pushed inside her while using his thumbs to pull her inner thighs apart so he could get further into his teacher's snatch. She shivered and pushed back against him, eager for more. "Hmm, Mark;” she cooed, her eyes shut as she felt his tongue inside her. "Yes, right there, lover. Oh, you really know how to use your tongue;” He smiled at her compliment and pulled his tongue out to massage her clit with it, rolling around the little bud and making her gasp sharply. He slid a finger inside her, followed by another and she groaned. He could feel her cunt tightening around his digits and began to push them back and forth slowly while he nibbled and sucked her clit. Becky shuddered again and leaned down, biting at her knuckle while squeezing her tit harder, massaging it vigorously. Mark lashed her clit while fingering her tight twat and then slid a single finger into her ass. Her breath caught in her throat and she gripped the ledge of the tub, her fingers raking along the iron-bound wood. "Fuck, Mark," she whimpered. "Yes, make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth!" Mark worked her cunt harder, sliding the fingers back and forth, pushing in deeper each time. His tongue massaged her clit relentlessly or he sucked on it. She was squirming and writhing back against him, groaning unashamedly. He was beyond caring if anyone heard them at this point. Becky was panting heavily now, her eyes glazing over as she ground her ass against Mark's face, feeling his fingers in her cunt and her ass, wiggling and pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. She would miss his cum inside her, but she would surely get it before long, Mark was developing good stamina under her guidance. She arched her back and moaned loudly as she began to cum, pleasure blossoming through her from her cunt and out to her fingers and toes. Her body shook while she climaxed, the wet, gooey ecstasy of colors in her mind letting her; Invasion. There was a smash, like wood splintering, the creak of worn metal. Her eyes snapped open in confusion, the unreal delight of her orgasm draining away as men in masks and dark clothes surged into the room, at least five of them and more shadows in the hallway. Most were holding knives or small clubs, but she saw the one in front carrying a heavy flintlock pistol. Even in the darkness of the room, lit only by candles around the wall, she could see the wicked scar on his cheek. "Arrêtez! Reste tranquille et je ne te tuerai pas!" he rasped, pointing his pistol at her while his comrades moved into the room and began searching for something. "Qui es-tu?" Becky demanded, getting angry not only about the intruders, but the fact that her orgasm was slipping away. She could feel Mark still kneeling behind her, looking on in shock at what was happening. "Tais-toi, salope!" the man barked, moving toward her and drawing a wicked knife from his belt, his men now ransacking the room. He placed the point of the knife at her throat and Mark felt a cold fear run up his spine. "Do not speak to me in that tone if you' He never finished the sentence as Becky grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and twisted, hard. The man with the scar yelped as he lost his grip on the knife and the blonde woman leapt out of the tub, her knee smashing into his face. He staggered backward and then went flying as her foot slammed into his ribcage. He crashed through a table and this got the attention of the thugs he'd brought with him. They all looked in shock at the naked blonde tigress for a moment and then surged in on her, knives and cudgels ready. "A little help here, hero!" Becky shrilled as she scampered away from the incoming bandits. "This isn't sex, don't make me do all the work!" "Hey now!" Mark protested, half-rising out of the relative protection of the tub because of her taunt. "It's not like you do all' "Goddammit, Mark!" Becky shouted as she ducked the swing of a club and punched her attacker in the balls. "You'd better hope they kill us, because if I survive, I'm going to crack open your skull and suck your brain out with a straw! Help me!" Mark came to his senses and vaulted over the side of the tub, trying not to think about the fact that he was buck naked and rushing toward his teacher and her assailants. He crashed into the smallest man, bearing him to the ground and winding him. Not sure what else to do, he began punching the bandit, knocking his cloth mask askew so he could not see. The man struggled wildly to get out from underneath his naked foe. "Huh!" Mark choked out as another thug grabbed him by the throat from behind and started pulling him off the man he was on top of. He could feel his tongue beginning to bulge out of his mouth and was thinking he must look incredibly foolish, like Jabba the Hutt when Princess Leia strangled him with the chain. He couldn't die like that. He couldn't. With a limp dick and a swollen tongue? In front of Becky? He'd taken some karate, although he was no expert. His skin was still wet and he went limp, using sudden deadweight to break his attacker's hold on his throat, although he hissed in pain when he felt the man's ragged nails crease through his skin as he lost his grip. With a thud! Mark hit the floor and did the only thing he could think of doing; he grappled onto the man and took him down in a rough tumble. He desperately rolled until he was on top and rammed his knee into the man's stomach. He heard the man wheeze but then sparks exploded behind his eyes as something cracked across the back of his head. He didn't fall over but scrambled away in a panic, wishing he could see in the darkness or that the room would stop spinning. Becky landed in a heap on top of him, knocking him back to the floor. She was still naked and incredibly angry from the sounds of her. "That's it, buster!" she roared as she surged back to her feet and charged her attacker. Mark dazedly looked over and watched as his teacher sprinted across the room, her foe giving chase. She leapt in the air and to the wall, her foot making contact. Before anyone was ready, she sprang backward, smashing her foot across the man's jaw in a roundhouse kick that they must have heard on the edge of town. The man went down like a sack of flour. "Alright, who's next?" she shouted, standing in the middle of the room, naked and scratched up. She grabbed a pewter jug and slammed it backward into the head of a man coming up behind her. He went down. "I didn't know you did parkour!" Mark called out as he tackled another thug from behind, taking him to the floor. "I do a lot of things to take out my sexual frustrations!" she snapped back, picking up a bench and throwing it at two assailants to keep them off-balance. "Parkour, jiu-jutsu, archery, Krav-Maga. I was kind of hoping that fucking would allow me to vent a little steam!" "I can see why!" Mark said as he smashed the man's face into the floor repeatedly. Even in his weirdest dreams, he'd never imagined fighting French bandits while buck naked. He wondered if the Temporal Enforcement Agency would be up his ass about this incident. "Oh, shut up!" she shrilled, kicking a man between the legs from behind and then suplexing him after he doubled over in pain. The floor splintered with the impact, but Becky rolled to her feet and grabbed his cudgel. "You still owe me an orgasm, mister!" "Okay, okay!" Mark said hastily. A sallow man confronted him, wearing an eye-mask, who brandished a knobbed club. The bandit grinned at him, clearly intent on bashing his head in. Thinking quickly, Mark stood and looked somber, clasping his fist in his hand and bowing, like they did in his mom's tai chi class. The bandit looked confused for a moment before Mark bowed again and then made a motion urging the bandit to do the same. Still not sure what was happening but wanting to get on with things, the bandit bowed at the waist clumsily. Mark broke a chair over his head before grabbing the cudgel and rushing to Becky's side. "So very nice of you to join me," Becky panted as they faced off against the three remaining intruders, who were trying to surround them. Mark and Becky backed up toward the outer wall, the window behind them. The men closed in. There was a groan and a clatter as the man with the scar on his cheek slowly got to his feet from the pile of broken furniture he'd been laying in and approached them, his henchmen parting to make way for him. "Pour votre arrogance, je vous verrai mort." he growled, pointing his pistol at Mark. Trapped, Mark squeezed his eyes shut; click! Mark blinked and opened his eyes. The scar-faced man was scowling at his pistol, which was letting off a small tuft of smoke but had failed to go off. Was the powder wet? With a roar of fury, Becky was on him. "Get the other three!" she yelled as she rearranged his face. "I've got this one!" Too bewildered to be afraid and exhilarated to be alive, Mark charged the remaining three thugs, who were all backing away in confusion. None of this had gone according to plan, the majority of their fellow bandits were strewn around the room, beaten unconscious by a naked man and a crazy blonde hellion with big tits and a shaved cunt. "C'est des conneries!" she raged as she beat the man around the room, showing no mercy. "I came to the Sun King's France to drink wine, have a good time and get laid! And you fuckers just had to try and rob me, didn't you? All sorts of peasants to pick on, but no! You thought you'd get lucky with two strangers! Well va te faire enculer, pal!" Mark lost track of the whirlwind of violence his teacher had become while he ducked the swipe of a knife and then kicked the leg out from under a thug, dislocating his knee and dropping him. He whirled around and got lucky with the cudgel, cracking it across the jaw of another man, who spun like a top and fell to the ground. He was beginning to notice that he was taller than just about all these men, often by a significant margin. Some were barely taller than Becky. Had nutrition really been that bad in this era? The last one got desperate and lunged at him, but Mark twisted and used his foe's momentum to send him sailing past and smashing into the window. The unconscious man slumped halfway through the shutter and the sounds of commotion in the street below reached him. He shouldn't have been surprised that they were causing a stir. He looked around the room to see if any other foes were standing, but saw only sprawled bodies everywhere, some stirring slightly. The only other sound was that of a face being punched. He looked over to see Becky squatting on the scarred man's chest, grappling into his collar and socking him repeatedly in the mouth while swearing in French. "Nique ta mere!" thump! "Oh, you really pissed me off!" she growled as she huiled the man up by the shirt and dragged him stumbling over to the tub, where she pushed his head under the water. He thrashed about in a panic before she let him back up, gasping for air. "You like that?" she shouted, thumping his head off the side of the tub several times for emphasis. "Ya' think it's funny to barge into a girl's room when she's about to get her rocks off? Is that it?" She shoved his head back underwater again, waiting until he was thrashing around in terror again before pulling him back out and dragging him over to the bed. She threw him against it so that he was kneeling, supported by the straw-stuffed mattress as he swooned. "Hold him down, Mark;” she growled. Unsure of what to do aside from comply, Mark got on the bed and pinned the man's arms against the mattress, putting all his weight on them to keep him in place. He watched in growing confusion as Becky knelt behind the man and yanked his breeches down, exposing his pock-marked behind. She found his flintlock pistol and glared at it for a moment before fiddling with the mechanism, cocking it. The man's eye flared wide and he howled in pain and horror as she pushed the barrel inside his ass. "Alright, buttercup," she said with a sweetness that oozed cruelty. "You're going to explain who told you to come and rob us. And if you don't, I pull the trigger and put your brains on the ceiling." Mark warily shuffled aside on the bed, away from the top of the man's skull. "Do you understand me?" Becky asked quietly, giving the pistol a jiggle. "Probably not," Mark said, trying to sound conciliatory. "You're speaking English again." Becky realized he was right and swore under her breath. Rather than say it all again in French, she decided to just get to the point. She pressed the pistol in an inch further, ignoring the resistance she encountered. "Dites-mois qui vous a envoye," she growled. "Tell me or I blow an asshole in the top of your head." "Henri!" the scar-faced man gasped and whimpered. "He told us you would be here and you have much money!" "Oh, did he now?" Becky growled, forgetting to speak French as she glared at the bandit. "I am going to eat that man's children;” She roughly grabbed the man and spun him around to face her, without removing the pistol muzzle from his ass. His face was pale with fright and artfully rearranged by her fist. He was still leaning back against the bed, not daring to move, breathing heavily. "Maintenant," Becky began, still glowering at him. "You're going to tell me where to' She paused as she looked down at the man's crotch and saw that he was sporting a throbbing erection. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she shouted angrily, yanking the pistol out of his ass and then slamming the grip across his head with a loud crack! The bandit's eyes rolled into his head and he slumped to the ground, very unconscious. "Huh," Mark said as he glanced down at the prone villain. "I guess guys really can get erections from that sort of thing. I thought it was bullshit." "It ought to be, under these circumstances," Becky groused, folding her arms and looking pissed off. "You don't spring wood when a girl's got a gun shoved up your ass, especially after you try to rob her! I don't feel the least bit bad about not giving him a reach-around. Fucker;” "Would you really have pulled the trigger and blown his brains out?" he asked somewhat nervously. "Oh, of course, not," she snorted, giving him a wry look. "I'm not a monster." "You sure fight like one." Mark said, using his hand to indicate the carnage around the room. Bad guys were strewn everywhere, and he was pretty sure he couldn't claim most of them. "Well, they had it coming," she sniffed. "They interrupted my orgasm. It's just rude." She then turned and looked at him, her expression much softer. "Thank you, Mark, for all your help. You saved me, I couldn't have done it on my own." "Yeah, well, you wouldn't have been in danger if I hadn't brought you here in that damn time machine." Mark said, a feeling of guilt washing over him. She knelt next to him on the bed and hugged him close, their bodies pressing together. She smiled at him and kissed his nose. "Don't be sad," she cooed. "I haven't had this much adventure in ages." Mark smirked. "If you've got romps in your past that compare to this, I wanna hear about them." "Oh, you'll need to do a lot more fucking to coax those out of me, young man," she whispered, reaching down between them to take gentle hold of his cock and begin stroking. "But maybe I won't make it too difficult for; Mark, it's very rude to stare off into space while a girl is trying to seduce you. Mark?" "I'm not staring off into space, Becks." Mark said, staring past her shoulder. "Oh, really?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking annoyed, still kneeling in front of him. "Then what is so fascinating that even my tits can't distract you?" He indicated a direction behind her with a nod. "Voyeurs." Becky turned her head slowly and looked across the room at the door. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed several dark shapes in the hallway, gazing into the room in astonishment. With a sigh, she got off the bed, grabbed a candle that hadn't been destroyed and walked over to the door, clearly beyond caring that she was still naked. She could see men and women now, backing up uncertainly at her approach. She also spied one particular silhouette, large and with a big beard, lurking near the back and trying to not be seen. "Oh no you don't, pal," she called out, snapping her fingers and then pointing at the man before making a beckoning motion. "Get your sorry ass over here;” Henri, the peasant girls, and hospitality. Mark sighed in pleasure and took another drink from the jug of wine he was holding, trying to not spill any. He pulled his lips away and looked down his body. He was sitting in a large, plush bed, blissfully naked. Between his legs, a local girl with dark brown hair girl was bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock ardently, clearly interested in pleasing him. "This one's the innkeeper's daughter?" he mused, enjoying her mouth. She paused sucking on him for a moment to look up and smile eagerly before returning to her task. "She loves cock for sure." "She's one of his daughters," Becky agreed, propped up beside him, equally naked and holding the head of a girl who was lying between her legs, her face buried in the blonde's cunt, which she was licking hungrily. "This is the other one." "You frightened him so badly that he's letting us fuck his daughters?" Mark laughed. "He's given us his personal quarters, given us all the food and drink we want and we can fuck his daughters?" "What can I say, I'm persuasive." Becky grunted, shivering and grinding herself into the face of the daughter. "He'll let us stay for the week, he doesn't want word getting around that a noble had a fiasco in his inn. He'd probably give us his wife, too, if I demanded it. We're too close to Paris and word would get around and wreck his business." "If trashing that room and leaving bandits everywhere doesn't, nothing would." Mark breathed, holding the girl by the hair. "Seriously, it looks like Metallica stayed in that room now. What'll we do about that Henri asshole?" "I'll think of it later, I'm a little busy." Becky hissed, squirming and knotting her fingers in the peasant girl's hair. "Uh, it's been so long, since a girl ate me." "You had a sexy phase? I didn't know you liked girls." Mark said, smirking at her. "Back in high school, maybe," Becky admitted. "Haven't been with one since then." "But I do have a question," he said, focusing past the daughter's wicked mouth. "In all the hassle and afterward, I never asked the innkeeper how old his daughters were." "So?" Becky gasped, eyes squeezed shut and bucking her hips. "Well, what if they're not eighteen? You said yourself that we have to hold ourselves to the standards of the time we come from, right?" "You're thinking of that now?" she groaned through clenched teeth. "I; fuck; Mark, it's 1640 right now. That means these girls can't be any less than three hundred and ninety-two in our time. Good enough?" "Good enough!" he laughed. Rationalization seemed to be a handy skill when you were time travelling. He looked over and saw Becky pull the girl away from her crotch and rustle over to him. He stayed still while she straddled his lap, facing down his body. With one hand, she took hold of his cock and held it steady while she positioned herself above it. The two sisters, every bit as naked as them, nestled on the bed below his legs, pressing against one another's sides. They grinned at one another and kissed, their tongues tangling as they waited for Becky to continue. With a sigh, his teacher lowered herself onto his cock, the mushroom head splitting her wet lips before sliding inside her. She sunk down with a groan until he was in to the hilt. She then slowly laid herself back against him, allowing Mark fondle her tits while she squirmed and writhed on him. The sisters moved in and began licking at his cock or kissing her cunt lips and clit while the two guests fucked. "Oh, Heaven;” Becky purred as she caressed his cheek, turning her head to kiss him, their tongues slithering around while she undulated slowly on his lap. "This is what time travel's all about;” Mark held her with one hand, fondling her tits and pinching her nipples while his other hand found the wine jug and poised it just over her torso. She hummed in pleasure as he trickled the dark red liquid over her fair skin, letting it cascade down her exquisite form. One of the sisters noticed and knelt up, beginning to lick it off Becky's tits and stomach while the other noisily slurped it from the Mark's cock and Becky's cunt. "God, forget the Sun King's France, we belong in Caligula's Rome," Becky moaned, shivering in delight at how decadent they were being. "We'll need to; hmm; we'll need to find time to attend an orgy, Mark; how's your Latin?" "Not as good as yours, I imagine," he replied, his tongue still swirling around with hers while they fucked. "But I'd be happy to learn it if we can attend a real orgy." He put the jug of wine aside and used both hands to molest her again, squeezing her tits and gripping her skin. Becky writhed and him, pressing down with her hips, shuddering as the two sisters licked her and nipped at her skin. She begged the universe n

durée : 00:03:04 - L'info d'ici, ici Mayenne - Ce dimanche 9 novembre, 300 danseurs étaient réunis à la salle des fêtes du Mûrier à Craon pour un thé dansant organisé par l'association L'Huisserie en Rose. Une rencontre festive et caritative puisque tous les bénéfices ont été reversés à la Ligue contre le cancer, à l'occasion de Novembre Bleu. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Taylor Chateau est un danseur, chorégraphe, mannequin, comédien et chanteur originaire de Montfermeil.À seulement 18 ans, il démarre sa carrière internationale et collabore avec des chorégraphes de renom comme Benjamin Millepied ou Blanca Li, ainsi qu'avec des marques telles que Louis Vuitton et Balmain.Il est également acteur et directeur artistique pour des projets dans la mode, la musique et la publicité.Dans cet épisode nous aborderons :Son identité artistique et l'importance de la polyvalence.La danse électro, les réseaux sociaux et comment développer un style unique.L'influence de la danse au cinéma et dans la mode

Le Juste Debout, c'est bien plus qu'un événement.C'est une histoire, un héritage, un symbole.Depuis plus de vingt ans, Bruce Ykanji a su transformer une passion en un mouvement mondial — un lieu de rencontre pour des milliers de danseurs venus des quatre coins du globe.Mais pour sa 20ᵉ édition, un grand changement se prépare.Un virage symbolique, fort, qui marque une nouvelle étape dans cette aventure humaine et artistique.

Gathering (Rassemblement) de Samar Haddad King, est présenté en France après avoir été créé à New York. L'artiste américano-palestinienne raconte, dans cette performance artistique, l'histoire d'un mariage qui tourne court en raison de la guerre. Si la tragédie est au cœur du spectacle, il est loin d'être morbide. La metteuse-en-scène met en avant la culture palestinienne et sa résilience dans un esprit de fête. Le spectacle a été présenté au Festival des Arts de Bordeaux et est en tournée dans le sud-ouest de la France jusqu'à fin novembre.

Gathering (Rassemblement) de Samar Haddad King, est présenté en France après avoir été créé à New York. L'artiste américano-palestinienne raconte, dans cette performance artistique, l'histoire d'un mariage qui tourne court en raison de la guerre. Si la tragédie est au cœur du spectacle, il est loin d'être morbide. La metteuse-en-scène met en avant la culture palestinienne et sa résilience dans un esprit de fête. Le spectacle a été présenté au Festival des Arts de Bordeaux et est en tournée dans le sud-ouest de la France jusqu'à fin novembre.

Taylor Chateau est un danseur, chorégraphe, mannequin, comédien et chanteur originaire de Montfermeil.À seulement 18 ans, il démarre sa carrière internationale et collabore avec des chorégraphes de renom comme Benjamin Millepied ou Blanca Li, ainsi qu'avec des marques telles que Louis Vuitton et Balmain.Il est également acteur et directeur artistique pour des projets dans la mode, la musique et la publicité.Dans cet épisode nous aborderons :Son identité artistique et l'importance de la polyvalence.La danse électro, les réseaux sociaux et comment développer un style unique.L'influence de la danse au cinéma et dans la mode

durée : 00:05:52 - Fictions / Théâtre et Cie - Danse encore. Jusqu'au bout. Ils entrent et personne ne comprend. Ils tirent mais danse encore, danse jusqu'à ce que ce ne soit plus possible, jusqu'à ce que la lumière s'allume, pleins feux, et rende tout laid en faisant disparaître la magie des ombres et de l'abandon.

Nouveaux pilotes, un brin déjantés, à bord de la Libre Antenne sur RMC ! Jean-Christophe Drouet et Julien Cazarre prennent le relais. Après les grands matchs, quand la lumière reste allumée pour les vrais passionnés, place à la Libre Antenne : un espace à part, entre passion, humour et dérision, débats enflammés, franc-parler et second degré. Un rendez-vous nocturne à la Cazarre, où l'on parle foot bien sûr, mais aussi mauvaise foi, vannes, imitations et grands moments de radio imprévisibles !

Au programme de l'émission du 05 novembre : avec Betty Bone, autrice-illusratrice ; et avec Augusto Zanovello, réalisateur, et Mizuho Sato, créatrice graphique (rediffusion) LA NOUVEAUTÉ AUDIO - chronique de Véronique Soulé - c'est au début

Avant d'être un art, le hip-hop a été une réponse.Une manière de dire “je suis là” quand plus personne ne voulait écouter.Né dans les rues du Bronx au début des années 1970, le mouvement s'est d'abord exprimé au sol, dans la force brute du breakdance — une danse de défi, d'énergie et de survie.Mais pendant que les corps tournaient sur le bitume new-yorkais, une autre révolution se préparait sur la côte ouest : celle des danses debout.À Los Angeles, Don Campbell invente le locking ; à Fresno, Boogaloo Sam crée le popping avec les Electric Boogaloos ; dans la Bay Area, les danseurs de boogaloo font du mouvement un langage poétique.Ces styles, plus musicaux et expressifs, donneront naissance au waacking, à la house dance et au hip-hop freestyle,ouvrant un nouveau chapitre de l'histoire du corps.Arrivé en France dans les années 1980 grâce à l'émission H.I.P H.O.P animée par Sidney, le hip-hop devient un terrain d'expression pour toute une génération.Et c'est au début des années 2000 que Bruce Ykanji rend hommage à ces danses debout en leur offrant enfin une scène mondiale : le Juste Debout.Dans cette capsule, on revient sur cette double histoire —celle des danseurs au sol et de ceux qui se tiennent debout.Deux gestes, deux postures, un même message :celui d'un corps qui refuse de plier.

Aujourd'hui, je reçois Russell Maliphant, chorégraphe britannique reconnu pour la place essentielle qu'il accorde à la lumière dans chacune de ses créations.Russell inaugure la 2ᵉ édition de Dans(e) la Lumière à la Fondation EDF avec son solo In a Landscape, dont la conception lumière est signée Panagiotis Tomaras.C'est une occasion idéale de (re)découvrir le travail de Russell Maliphant, encore trop peu connu en France.On l'écoute avec joie,Cette conversation se déroule entièrement en anglais.

Avec le violoniste Jeremy Gignoux (https://fr.jeremygignouxmusician.com) et la chronique mensuelle Réseau Santé d'Alexandra BrassardPlaylist: Calgaréal - Dialogue 3Calgaréal - CercleStefie Shock - L'amour dans le désert (Montuno, Baby)Patrick Watson, Klô Pelgag - Ami imaginaireSally Folk - Coup de foudreEt on déjeune - MoquetteClaudia Bouvette - Loving you carefully (version francaise)Indila - Feuilles d'automneDominique Charpentier - AutomneBrigitte Fontaine - Dommage que tu sois mort

⚖️  Dans cet épisode, on parle d'un sujet absolument essentiel pour toute personne qui vit de son art : l'accident du travail !Quand est-ce que ça s'applique ? Comment le reconnaître ? Et surtout pourquoi ça change tout de le déclarer ?Avec nos invitées Samuela Berdah et Raphaëlle Petitperrin, on démêle les idées reçues et on explique :➜ Ce qui distingue un simple arrêt maladie d'un accident du travail➜ Pourquoi un accident du travail n'implique pas forcément un arrêt➜ Les droits à connaître (indemnités, protection contre le licenciement, etc.)

Simulation d'un accident industriel à Sélestat. Lauréate du prix territorial “Tous résilients face aux risques”, la municipalité organisera demain matin un exercice impliquant un accident industriel, dans un des sites industriels de la ZI Nord. Le dispositif téléalerte sera utilisé afin d'informer la population de l'exercice. A noter que cet exercice aura un impact sur la circulation, il est donc conseillé d'éviter ce secteur durant la matinée. Le sabre du général Rapp revient à Colmar ! Jeudi dernier, la Ville a utilisé son droit de préemption dans le cadre d'une vente aux enchères organisée à Paris. 95 000 euros ont été déboursés dans le cadre de cette acquisition. Pour le maire, Éric Straumann, je cite, “Il paraissait essentiel que cette pièce historique exceptionnelle revienne dans sa ville natale.” Le général Jean Rapp, originaire de la cité de Bartholdi, s'était notamment illustré pendant les guerres napoléoniennes. Après une quinzaine de jours de procédures administratives, le sabre devrait arriver à Colmar mi-novembre.Les festivités de Noël arrivent à grands pas en Alsace ! A Sélestat, le rendez-vous sera donné du 21 novembre au 28 décembre. Marchés de Noël, animations, expositions, ou encore concerts seront au programme. Le thème des étoiles sera particulièrement mis à l'honneur lors de cette nouvelle édition. Les précisions de Philippe Rauel, responsable du Service Festivités de la Ville de Sélestat. Du côté de la salle Sainte-Barbe, le concours des tables de Noël laissera sa place cette année à “SAPINlipopette”. Une compétition qui permettra aux participants de revisiter le sapin sous toutes ses formes. Les inscriptions sont toujours possibles jusqu'à ce vendredi. Retrouvez cet entretien dans son intégralité sur notre site internet azur-fm.com. L'Art'Rhena sacré lieu culturel alsacien de l'année. Ce théâtre et centre culturel franco-allemand situé à Vogelgrun est l'un des lauréats de la cérémonie des Hopl'Awards, qui se tenait vendredi à la Cité de la Musique et de la Danse de Strasbourg. Une distinction qui a pour objectif  de mettre en lumière les acteurs qui font rayonner la culture en Alsace. Parmi les autres lauréats, on retrouve aussi la création “Rififi” dans la catégorie spectacle vivant, ou encore Full Moon de Maeva, dans la catégorie clip musical.Dix gilets jaunes condamnés. Hier, le tribunal correctionnel de Mulhouse a condamné 10 gilets jaunes et quatre en relaxe. Ils étaient accusés d'avoir incendié neuf pylônes téléphoniques dans le département entre 2019 et 2020. Les douze hommes et deux femmes étaient poursuivis pour “destruction du bien d'autrui par moyen dangereux” et “participation à une association de malfaiteurs”. Le tribunal a relaxé l'ensemble des prévenus du chef d'association des malfaiteurs. Les peines des dix autres condamnés vont de l'amende à l'emprisonnement. Un homme impliqué dans quatre incendies a été condamné à la peine la plus lourde, deux ans de prison dont un an avec sursis.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Avec le violoniste Jeremy Gignoux (https://fr.jeremygignouxmusician.com) et la chronique mensuelle Réseau Santé d'Alexandra BrassardPlaylist: Calgaréal - Dialogue 3Calgaréal - CercleStefie Shock - L'amour dans le désert (Montuno, Baby)Patrick Watson, Klô Pelgag - Ami imaginaireSally Folk - Coup de foudreEt on déjeune - MoquetteClaudia Bouvette - Loving you carefully (version francaise)Indila - Feuilles d'automneDominique Charpentier - AutomneBrigitte Fontaine - Dommage que tu sois mort

Il a fait du Juste Debout un phénomène mondial.Mais derrière les battles, les projecteurs et les milliers de danseurs venus du monde entier, il y a un homme lucide et passionné : Bruce Ykanji.Fondateur du plus grand événement de danses hip-hop debout, créateur de la Juste Debout School et entrepreneur infatigable, Bruce continue, plus de vingt ans après, à faire rayonner la culture hip-hop dans toute sa diversité.

Invités : Chantal Goya et Jean-Jacques Debout, pour "50 ans d'amour" le spectacle de Chantal Goya en tournée des Zéniths dont deux représentations au Palais des Congrès à Paris le 29 mars et "Au revoir mais pas adieu" le spectacle de Jean-Jacques Debout au Café de la Danse le 30 novembre   Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

⚖️  Dans cet épisode, on parle d'un sujet absolument essentiel pour toute personne qui vit de son art : l'accident du travail !Quand est-ce que ça s'applique ? Comment le reconnaître ? Et surtout pourquoi ça change tout de le déclarer ?Avec nos invitées Samuela Berdah et Raphaëlle Petitperrin, on démêle les idées reçues et on explique :➜ Ce qui distingue un simple arrêt maladie d'un accident du travail➜ Pourquoi un accident du travail n'implique pas forcément un arrêt➜ Les droits à connaître (indemnités, protection contre le licenciement, etc.)

Aujourd’hui dans Degenrée, on parle de danse sociable avec un angle militant. Pour cela, notre invitée est Claire Favillier, autrice du blog creactiviste, un espace d’information sur la danse. Transmetteuse, chercheuse autodidacte et multi-danseuse, elle nous explique sa démarche. Tout... Continue Reading →

Dans le cadre du festival Immersion Danse au Théâtre de l'Onde et de Danse dense – #lefestival, je reçois Chris Fargeot — danseuse-interprète et désormais chorégraphe.Elle y présente un premier solo :3h33 in my room (through the window).Portée par la musique live d'Ulysse Zangs, Chris s'abandonne au plateau et explore les limites d'une fluidité extrême, jusqu'à faire oublier le corps derrière la danse.On l'écoute avec joie.

Alex er ute med ny sang i dag, og du har kanskje hørt den før allerede. I tillegg finner vi Halloweenkostyme til Ken Episoden kan inneholde målrettet reklame, basert på din IP-adresse, enhet og posisjon. Se smartpod.no/personvern for informasjon og dine valg om deling av data.

durée : 00:07:43 - Ces chansons qui font l'actu - par : Bertrand DICALE - Actuellement en tournée, il arpente depuis toujours les beaux souvenirs des noces de la chanson française avec le jazz ou les musiques latines. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Aujourd'hui, je reçois Aurélie Dupont.À l'occasion du centenaire de la Martha Graham Dance Company, la danseuse étoile fait son retour sur scène avec GRAHAM 100, la tournée anniversaire qui passera par Paris, Lyon et Roubaix cet automne.Invitée d'honneur de Janet Eilber, Aurélie Dupont y interprète une création mondiale inspirée de la technique Graham.Ce nouveau rôle  est l'occasion de revenir sur son parcours et sur ce qui la touche profondément en tant qu'artiste.  On l'écoute avec joie,

Alexandra Joner vant "Skal vi danse." Nå blir seieren misbrukt! Episoden kan inneholde målrettet reklame, basert på din IP-adresse, enhet og posisjon. Se smartpod.no/personvern for informasjon og dine valg om deling av data.

L'article complet est en pièce jointe dans cette page ou sur notre site Internet: https://www.love-health-center.org/podcast/sexualite-et-respiration-68/Vous pouvez laisser un message vocal à l'équipe du LHC en lien avec ce podcast ici : https://www.vodio.fr/repondeur/311/Bienvenue dans un podcast atypique. Je te propose un parcours de réflexions, de questions, de propositions. Une balade dans un paysage subtile, la respiration et ta sexualité. Il existe tellement de choses à découvrir et à comprendre à propos de la respiration. Mais surtout je vous l'espère aussi des expériences délicates, belles, puissantes, délicieuses, au fil du temps. La respiration module énormément de fonctions : nerveuses, cardio, émotions, musculaire, circulatoire, présence, état psychique, ondes cérébrales. Elle soutient une santé optimum et invite à une hygiène de vie faite de bon sens. La respiration permet un corps en bonne santé, donc des fonctions vitales efficaces et de là, une santé sexuelle optimale pour jouir de sa sexualité. La respiration de qualité prédispose le corps à bien fonctionner. Dans la sphère de la sexualité, la respiration est intimement liée à l'excitation, la présence, la détente, le ressenti, le plaisir et l'orgasme. A l'inverse, négliger la respiration crée de nombreux effets négatifs pour la santé et surtout pour la sexualité. Intéressez-vous à votre respiration, surtout si vous avez des difficultés sexuelles. Mais au-delà de la résolution de problème, il y a surtout un monde beaucoup plus vaste. La respiration est souvent sous-considérée, sous-estimée voire survolée et encore moins approfondie dans l'expérience assidue. Néanmoins, de plus en plus de livres nous aident à comprendre l'importance et les puissants pouvoirs de la respiration (de la santé à la sexualité, il n'y a qu'un pas). La respiration est sous considérée en sexologie. Pourtant dans certaines pratique la respiration est centrale: yoga, arts martiaux, méditation, pleine conscience, cohérence cardiaque …etc La respiration module les fonctions du corps, active, stimule, apaise, nourrit, calme, ancre, détoxifie, et je dirai même qu'elle relie. Elle pourrait un jour, si ce n'est déjà le cas pour vous, être une voie de jouissance incontournable. A chacun.e de se mettre en chemin et de découvrir pour lui-même.La théorie permet au mental de s'ouvrir et d'appréhender. L'important au final, c'est l'expérience, la découverte par soi-même grâce à un peu de nouvelles habitudes et de discipline. Ce podcast est une invitation à découvrir plus. Il est destiné à celles et ceux qui souhaitent faire un chemin vers l'inconnu. S'informer par lui-même, pratiquer encore et encore, sans attendre de résultats particuliers, jusqu'à ce que des résultats particuliers s'invitent dans son corps. Le champ d'exploration est vaste et multiple. Il n'attend que vous. Je vous souhaite un parcours parsemé de découvertes.Suite de l'article sur le site du LHC (suggestions de questions et des infos scientifiques) : https://www.love-health-center.org/podcast/ Questions :Qui d'entre vous à déjà vécu une expérience particulière dans sa sexualité en lien avec la respiration? On serait ravi d'écouter votre partage. Ecrivez-nous: nfo@love-health-center.orgSéquençage du Podcast :00:19 Fondement essentiel de la santé sexuelle01:30 Le souffle du podcast02:00 Fonction entre conscience et mystère03:16 Silences méditatifs et souffle tantrique03:49 Potentiel révélé par la conscience du corps04:07 La respiration, langage intime de la sexualité05:41 Souffle nasal et messager du gaz vital06:12 Danse entre respiration et plancher pelvien07:16 Nowhere Festival : orgasme et souffle révélé08:08 Nuit, souffle et fragilité sexuelle09:58 Respiration éveillée et calme en Shibari10:52 Diaphragmes unis, souffle et sexualité11:59 Souffle purifiant et danse lymphatique12:44 Conscience du souffle, présence et plaisir13:30 Couleurs du souffle, éveil des sens15:09 Sons vibrants et souffle en harmonie16:48 Mouvement, souffle, sérénité en symbiose18:26 Respirer en duo, fusion et plaisir20:09 Souffle méditatif, sensibilité éveillée21:43 Souffle apaisant, lien au corps sensuel23:23 Tisser ensemble la danse de la sexualité24:27 Explorer la respiration : podcast et écrits

For the latests Whisper in Wings from Stage Whisper, we are keeping our pregame coverage of the 4th Annual Days of the Dead Festival. Once again, we are so thrilled to welcome on four more amazing works and the artists behind them. So make sure that you tune in and turn out to support these fabulous shows!Frigid NYC Presents 4th Annual Days of the Dead FestivalOctober 15th- November 2nd @ Under St. MarksTickets and more information are available at frigid.nycAnd be sure to follow our guests to stay up to date on all their upcoming projects and productions:Blood Lust creator/performer/hosted by Dee Lightfull and co-produced by Don Manuel November 1st@burlesquebuffetbirlesquebuffet.comMadrugada En Manhattan: Manhattan's Midnights written and directed by Reyna de Jesùs November 1st@reynadjesusIf We Really Were Witches performed by Siena D'Addario October 23rd and 25th@ifwereallywerewitchesifwereallywerewitches.com@sienadaddarioDanse Macabre or The Danse of Two Lovers About to Die written and performed by Poli Olavarria and performed by Francesca Pecchi October 22nd@dansemacabreplay@francesca_pecchi@poliolavarria

Things are getting weird at Homeplace Plantation, even as the team attempts to prepare themselves for what Danse saw in his visions. Join us and find out what goes wrong as we play the Monster of the Week RPG! You can find more Ghost Hunt TV goodies at ghosthunttv.com. We're also at gothicpodcast.com and on all sorts of social media.  The Gothic Podcast is an actual-play horror-and-humor audio drama recorded from our cobbled together studios in Portland, OR and around the globe. This episode stars C. Patrick Neagle, Sharon Gollery-LaFournese, Jesse Baldwin, and Erik Halbert, as well as special guest voice Clinton Johnson as Ewalt Grummin. We're using rules from the Monster of the Week RPG by Michael Sands.  We would LOVE to hear from you, and we love your fan art. Plus check out our Patreon and join our Discord. Preeeety puhleeeese. Oh, and check out Jesse's upcoming shows at www.torchsongentertainment.com Interact with the Gothic Podcast at YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbUoGEQE2xKIhNX7sHyVXBg Instagram: https://instagram.com/thegothicpodcast Facebook: https://facebook.com/thegothicpodcast Tumblr: https://thegothicpodcast.tumblr.com ...and Discord (

Aujourd'hui, je reçois Simon Le Borgne, danseur et chorégraphe.Formé à l'École de Danse et devenu sujet à l'Opéra national de Paris, il quitte la compagnie en 2022 animé par la nécessité d'inventer son propre langage corporel.Depuis, il façonne sa danse aux côtés de complices avec lesquels il tisse des aventures créatives et des compagnonnages artistiques.C'est avec Ulysse Zangs – musicien et danseur, son ancien camarade de chambre à l'École de Danse – qu'il évolue dans sa toute dernière pièce, Ad Libitum, l'un des rendez-vous vibrants de cette édition de la Biennale de la danse de Lyon (Les Subs).Il raconte sa mue, un processus parfois douloureux, à la genèse d'Ad Libitum.C'est donc l'histoire d'une naissance, celle d'un nouvel auteur de la danse.On l'écoute avec joie.

Cette semaine, Valérie Fayolle reçoit l'autrice Fatou Diome. Elle nous parle de son dernier roman "Aucune nuit ne sera noire", paru aux éditions Albin Michel, un récit tendre et intime en hommage à son grand-père. Et puis, direction le grand magasin Le Bon Marché - Rive Gauche, pour découvrir la dernière création du chorégraphe Mourad Merzouki, "Babel". Enfin, notre coup de cœur avec la chanteuse Imany, qui fait son retour avec un cinquième album engagé, " Women deserve rage".

Mes chers camarades, bien le bonjour !Pour tous ceux qui ont fait de l'occitan par ici, et même pour pas mal de monde, Jean Petit qui danse, c'est une comptine qui ramène à l'enfance, où on s'agite les membres quand ils sont cités dans la chanson, c'est un peu mignon ! Eh ben Jean Petit lui, on va dire qu'on les lui a agité ses membres, parce que devinez quoi : comme beaucoup de comptines, c'est un peu terrible !Bonne écoute !

durée : 00:03:16 - Les P'tits Bateaux - par : Camille Crosnier - "Je viens juste de commencer les pointes, et j'aimerais savoir s'il y a eu dans l'histoire des danseurs hommes sur pointes ?", se demande Mathilde, 11 ans. Dorothée Gilbert est danseuse étoile à Paris, elle lui répond. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.