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Please enjoy this sneak peek at the Patreon exclusive companion series, Dear Mom.Sam recounts Mitch coming to Jade's store, but something doesn't feel right.Narrated by Nichole GoodnightProduced by Scott ThomasSupport the showIt's All in the Cards Podcast FacebookInstagramTwitterPatreon

Kolton Moore is the lead singer of 'Kolton Moore & The Clever Few. Based in Texas, Kolton Moore & The Clever are an American Rock & Roll band known for their hit songs Mine All Mine, Tattooed Cigarette, Dear Mom and more! Listen To The Latest Project from Kolton Moore "Bare-bones Volume 1" Catch Kolton Moore & The Clever Few On Tour: https://www.koltonmoore.com/tickets

The relationship between First Daughter Patti Davis and her parents, President Ronald Reagan and mom Nancy Reagan, was strained to say the least. In her new book, “Dear Mom and Dad: A Letter About Family, Memory and the America We Once Knew,” the former first daughter writes a very personal and tough memoir in the form of a letter […]

Discover all of the podcasts in our network, search for specific episodes, get the Optimal Living Daily workbook, and learn more at: OLDPodcast.com. Episode 2389: Maureen Gaspari's letter to mothers of highly sensitive children acknowledges the deep empathy, patience, and strength required in their parenting journey. She shines a light on the challenges and small victories that make this role uniquely rewarding, reassuring parents that their understanding, support, and unwavering love are exactly what their child needs. Read along with the original article(s) here: https://highlysensitiverefuge.com/mother-highly-sensitive-child/ Quotes to ponder: "I want you to know that I see you and that you are not alone." "The fact that you are asking these questions proves that you're an awesome parent. Your child is so lucky to call you mom." "You are their voice when they can't find the words, their strength when they aren't brave enough yet, and their rock when they need to let all their emotions out." Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Dear Mom and Dad,Camp sucks. This place is full of bats, and mice, and/or rats (still unclear), and I can't even smoke because the fire warning is up. Yesterday, three old women tried to cook and eat me, and I got chased by some weird man dressed up like a tree. And then on the way back to my tent, I almost got run over by a ghost car. Worst of all, my tentmate is a total nerd. Also, Jodie and Andrea watched “Tale of Watcher's Woods” from Are You Afraid of the Dark–if you even care, which I know you don't, or you would have picked me up by now. Ugh.Guiding in the Wrong Direction: The problematic, ongoing history of the Adventure Guides - Kendra JamesIf we aren't totally blipped before next week, we'll be watching “Ghost Story” from season one of Nickelodeon's Salute Your Shorts. Here's where you can watch it.Follow:The Watchers on Instagram (@WatchersPodNJ)Andrea on Instagram (@AQAndreaQ)Jodie on Instagram (@jodie_mim)Our sister show, New Jersey Is the World, on Instagram (@newjerseyistheworld)Thanks to Kitzy (@heykitzy) for the use of our theme song, "No Book Club."

In this episode of Personally Speaking Msgr. Jim Lisante is joined by author Patti Davis. Patti is the daughter of Ronald and Nancy Reagan. Her latest book is called, “Dear Mom and Dad: A Letter About Family, Memory and the America We Once Knew”. Patti talks about her life, her family, her faith, her latest book and how she came to better understand her parents.Support the Show.

What is something that you absolutely, can't stand? I tried once making a list. If you were to make a list where would grief fall in the rankings? My guest today is Chelsea Ohlemiller. She wrote this brand new book called "Now That She's Gone". Chelsea is here to share her story about grief. Grief is profoundly challenging to cope with because it encompasses a wide range of intense emotions, from deep sorrow and anger to confusion and guilt. This emotional turbulence often arises from the loss of a loved one, a significant life change, or an unfulfilled dream, leading to a sense of emptiness and helplessness. The process of grieving disrupts our daily lives, impacting our mental and physical health. To navigate through grief, it is essential to allow oneself to feel and express these emotions rather than suppressing them. Seeking support from friends, family, or professional counselors can provide comfort and understanding. Additionally, engaging in self-care practices, such as maintaining a routine, exercising, and finding creative outlets, can help in gradually rebuilding one's life and finding a new sense of normalcy. Recognizing that grief is a personal journey and giving oneself the grace and time to heal is crucial. Join me as we walk in Chelsea's shoes. 

Kay finishes her series: Dear Mom. After fifteen years of homeschooling, she's been looking back at the things she needed to hear as a younger homeschooling mom. This week she reminds us that it's the little things that matter in Dear Mom of Little Ones. This podcast is brought to you by Homeschooling Today magazine. We want to invite you to subscribe today and join the growing movement of parents who are setting aside comparisons. Taking control of their children's education. Choosing courage over fear. Letting God lead and Homeschooling Boldly. Visit homeschoolingtoday.com to learn more.

Kay continues her series: Dear Mom. After fifteen years of homeschooling, she looks back at the things she needed to hear as a younger homeschooling mom. This week she's sharing: Dear Mom, You Need to Rest... and she offers suggestions beyond "just take a nap!“ This podcast is brought to you by Homeschooling Today magazine. We want to invite you to subscribe today and join the growing movement of parents who are setting aside comparisons. Taking control of their children's education. Choosing courage over fear. Letting God lead and Homeschooling Boldly. Visit homeschoolingtoday.com to learn more.

We celebrate American Independence Day with a former military member from a small town in Kentucky. His journey has been punctuated by a profound love for music. From his childhood to his distinguished seventeen-year tenure as a Petty Officer First Class in the United States Navy, music has been a steadfast companion. Now, he channels his experiences, including his battles with Suicide, PTSD, and TBI, into a poignant collection of original songs. With a mission to educate and heal, his music promises to make a meaningful impact on military families, civilians, and all who resonate with his journey. He's my veteran brother, Shannon Book, and he is Someone You Should Know. Tip Jar:Click here to buy the Rik Anthony a cold one.Show Links:Click here to go to Shannon's LinkTreeClick here to go to Shannon's FacebookClick here to go to Shannon's InstagramClick here to go to Shannon's Twitter/XClick here to go to Shannon's YouTubeClick here to go to Shannon's LinkedInVideosClick here to check out Shannon's Video for "Dear Mom"Sponsor Link:Click here to check out SummarAI zeAll music used by permission from the artistSomeone You Should Know 2024 // CatGotYourTongueStudios 2024How to Contact Us:Official Website: https://Someoneyoushouldknowpodcast.comGmail: Someoneyoushouldknowpodcast@gmail.comTwitter: @RIKANTHONY1Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rikanthonyInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/someoneyoushouldknowpodcast/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/rik-anthony2019/TikTok: @SomeoneYouShouldKnow2023YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@someoneyoushouldknowpodcastThank you for listening!Theme music "Welcome to the Show" by Kevin MacLeod was used per the standard license agreement.

In this episode, Kay begins a series: Dear Mom. After fifteen years of homeschooling, she looks back at the things she needed to hear as a younger homeschooling mom. This week she's sharing: Dear Mom, You Don't Have to Live a Social Media Worthy Life... and why you really don't want to anyway. This podcast is brought to you by Homeschooling Today magazine. We want to invite you to subscribe today and join the growing movement of parents who are setting aside comparisons. Taking control of their children's education. Choosing courage over fear. Letting God lead and Homeschooling Boldly. Visit homeschoolingtoday.com to learn more.

Beacon resident transcribes soldier's wartime letters On Nov. 27, 1944, three days after his 20th birthday, Pfc. Edwin "Buster" Johnson was killed instantly by a sniper in the village of Kriegsheim in northeast France. Eighty years later, in time for Memorial Day, Johnson's 103 wartime letters to his family in Beacon have been published in a book, Dear Mom and Dad. Johnson's mother, Mary Moranski Johnson, kept the letters for decades in a trunk. In 2023, her daughter, Anne Johnson Thomas, loaned the collection to Joann Miskell, who had chaired the Veterans Banners Project spearheaded by the Melzingah Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution. Miskell began to transcribe the letters, which were written in pencil, but many took time to decipher. "They had badly faded, but with a magnifying glass, sunlight and digital editing [to adjust contrast], I was able to get through them," she says. When Anne Thomas, 85, read the manuscript, she says she "felt like my brother was still alive and talking to me." The last surviving of the six Johnson children, she is a longtime volunteer at the Castle Point VA Medical Center in Wappingers Falls. Buster's letters, written in 1943 and 1944, chronicle his 19 months in the Army, from his enlistment in Beacon and processing on Long Island, through training in Kentucky and Maryland, to deployment to England and France. In one letter, he wrote: "We'll dig fox holes and crawl in and let tanks drive over us." Says Miskell: "I can only imagine how his mother felt" reading that. While in Kentucky, Buster married his high school sweetheart, Dorothea Tompkins, 16. He wrote: "If you buy me anything for Christmas, Mom, I wish you'd buy something Dot and I both could use and send it to her. That way I'd have it when I come home." Buster's letters while in the U.S. included descriptions of basic training and camp life. Once overseas, the correspondence became less frequent and was heavily censored to ensure it had no details that might benefit the enemy, such as a unit's location, movements or engagements. While in France, Buster never mentioned combat but hinted at it, frequently commenting he'd "been very busy lately." Below are excerpts from a sampling of Johnson's letters: From Kentucky June 9, 1943: "I'm learning to fire two rifles, 33mm and 50mm machine guns, and a 37mm anti-tank gun. We take long hikes carrying full packs and guns weighing about 70 pounds." June 12: "I like Dorothea Tompkins a lot. I'm seriously thinking of becoming engaged. Of course, I want to know what you think. She's willing to become a Catholic." June 14: "I'm dead tired. I never realized I could be so tired." July 2: "Three guys went AWOL. They caught one of them." July 10: "The Chicago Cubs are playing an exhibition game here against the post team." July 12: "I was sent to the rifle range yesterday. I didn't do too good. I was scared. I couldn't hold the rifle steady because I was shaking. Today I was better." Aug. 11: "Boy, it's hot and crowded at service club dances. You're soaked with sweat. I stayed 15 minutes. There's 15 guys to each girl. You're lucky if you get to dance two steps with a girl." Aug. 14: "Gee, this food is getting worse every day." Aug. 30: "I got your letter with pictures of Joe DiMaggio and your package. The cakes are already gone." Sept. 11: "We're going out to the assault course; we crawl on our bellies with machine guns firing over our heads. It's going to be tough, but I guess I can take it now." Dec. 15: "Today we are out in the field. Some of our men dressed as Germans, and we had to attack them. Boy, that machine gun is heavy when you carry it for a while." Dec. 25: "I hope everyone is well and happy this Christmas. I went to midnight Mass. Right now I'm on guard at the stockade. I stand in the tower outside the prison fence and make sure no one tries to climb it. The weapon they gave me is a 12-gauge shotgun." Jan. 28, 1944: "I had my first boxing bout. I finished my man off in the ...

In this episode of Personally Speaking Msgr. Jim Lisante is joined by author Patti Davis. Patti is the daughter of Ronald and Nancy Reagan. Her latest book is called, “Dear Mom and Dad: A Letter About Family, Memory and the America We Once Knew”. Patti talks about her life, her family, her faith, her latest book and how she came to better understand her parents.Support the Show.

I'm excited for you to meet the woman who made me and shaped me into the man I am today. Today's guest: Momma Pru. This conversation was incredible. I've always wanted to tell my mom how beautiful she is (inside and out) and learn from her wisdom through parenting, faith and becoming the woman she was made to be. What resonated with you? What parts did you enjoy? What would you wish I would've asked her..? Maybe there'll be a part two ;) Enjoy!  & Keep becoming! My Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/brian_pruett/ 1:1 Coaching & Programs: https://www.liveelevatedlife.com/home-page Supplements: (Code: BRIAN) https://athlete.transparentlabs.com/brian7 My Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/live-elevated-with-brian-pruett/id1565447406

Today on the show I'm sitting down with a man who is the alleged son of none other than the King of Rock and Roll, Mr. Elvis Presley. From an early age he knew where his rhythm, blues and soul came from and on April 11th he's bringing his high energy Elvis Presley tribute show, ‘For the Love of Elvis,' to Havre de Grace's own The STAR Centre. He's on the brink of a musical renaissance, ready to release some new original music and he's here today to talk about how his love of Elvis came to be, forging his own path in the footsteps of his legendary father and how he knows he's none other than the son of Elvis Presley himself. I'm excited to have him on the show. Join me in welcoming Kenny Presley to the Mouthful of Graffiti Podcast.Special thanks to: Double Groove Brewing, Vagabond Sandwich Company, Music Land Store, Heather Sipes - Baltimore Decal Gal, Black Eyed Suzie's, REB Records-MD & Caprichos Books

In 1954, an Ohio girl goes east and gets an education. By Erlikkhan. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dear Mom and Dad, I was really excited to get your letter and hear the news from home. I'm sorry I have not been very good about staying in contact. School is keeping me so busy that I barely have time to write. There really isn't much to tell that's new. I still love all my classes and the professors are excellent. My roommate Martha has been so nice to me. She's from New York and seems to know everyone. This past weekend she set me up on a date with a boy named Brian. His family has a lot of money but he wasn't at all stuffy. I plan to see him again this weekend. I have a big assignment due so I better cut this short. Please give my love to everyone. I can't wait for Christmas when I will be able to come home. Love - Nancy “Wasn't that a sweet letter, Martin? It sounds like our daughter is adjusting to life at Vassar very nicely for a girl who grew up on a farm in the Midwest. And a date with a rich boy from New York! I just hope he's a nice boy and isn't trying to take advantage of her.” “Ethel, you worry too much,” Martin replied. “I'm sure Nancy can take care of herself. She's a big girl.” At the very moment Martin and Ethel were having that conversation, Brian Castle was on top of their daughter pounding his cock straight down into her pussy. Nancy dug her fingernails into his back trying to hold on to some semblance of sanity. It was hopeless. Her pussy exploded in a violent climax. Moments later, Brian pulled out, wrapped his hand around his dripping cock, and pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum all over their daughter's tits and stomach. Two Months Earlier… Nancy Brown arrived at Vassar in September 1954. She was a pretty blond of average height with big blue eyes and a shapely figure. Her roommate Martha was a short dark-haired girl from New York City with a cute face and a bountiful chest. She seemed nice enough, but had a New York City edge and used more swear words than Nancy had ever heard from a girl. She talked about sex like it was a common everyday topic of conversation. Nancy wasn't a total prude, or at least she didn't think she was. She had kissed her share of boys and even let a few of them feel her breasts. It was clear Martha had done a lot more than that. Where Nancy came from, good girls didn't let boys touch them ‘down there' unless they were going steady. Nancy had always been curious about how it would feel to be touched ‘down there', and one night used her own fingers to find out. After that, she rubbed off almost every night and sometimes during the day. One time, she even used the handle of a hairbrush, curious to see how it might feel to have a penis inside her. Nancy wondered if Martha had ever gone all the way. The way she talked sure sounded like it. She found out during her second weekend at Vassar. Martha was late returning to the room and almost missed curfew. Nancy was shocked when she arrived in the nick of time with a boy. Boys weren't allowed to visit girls in the dorm rooms, especially at night. Violation of that rule could get one suspended or even dismissed. Martha didn't seem to care. “Hey roomie,” Martha said with a big grin on her face. “This is Roger. We snuck up the back way to avoid the old battle axe. He has a flask of whisky. Do you want to party with us?” “Won't we get in trouble?” Nancy asked nervously. “Surely Miss Grayson will report us.” “She's clueless. My older sister used to have boys up to her room when she lived here and never got caught. Come on, let's have a little fun.” Nancy didn't want to seem like a prude and took the flask from Roger when he handed it to her. She had never tasted alcohol and choked when she took a swig. They laughed. Nancy's head was spinning after two more swigs. She kept waiting for Roger to leave so she could go to bed. He didn't. Finally, Martha stood and took Roger's hand. “We're going to bed now,” she told Nancy. “We'll try not to make too much noise.” Nancy couldn't believe this was happening. It was scandalous enough to have a boy in the room after curfew, but he was spending the night. Was Martha implying they were going to have sex? It sure sounded like it. Back home only sluts did that. Martha didn't seem like a slut. She seemed more like a girl who knew what she wanted and wasn't ashamed to get it. An alcove wall separated the beds. Normally, Nancy would undress and put on her nightgown, but with a man in the room, even if it was in the next alcove, she felt exposed. She climbed under the covers and removed her dress, then pulled off her panties and bra. She would sleep in her slip. As Nancy lay in bed, she could hear the rustle of clothes and soft moans coming from the other alcove. She could even hear what Martha was whispering. “Yes… right there. Oh… use two fingers.” Roger was fingering Martha. Nancy had imagined a boy doing that to her many times using her own fingers. Listening to it happening in the next alcove made her pussy throb. The urge to touch herself was too strong. Nancy slid a hand under her slip and between her legs. She found her pleasure button and rubbed. Her head was pounding and her nipples felt like they were going to burst. Then she heard Roger whisper to Martha. “Oh god yes baby… put it in your mouth… oh fuck…” Nancy had always considered oral sex a repugnant act that only whores did to satisfy their perverted clients. Then why did the image of Martha's lips sliding down Roger's cock make the throbbing in her pussy more intense? Nancy gasped and felt her body tremble. Juices seeped from her opening and dribbled down her ass. “Hurry,” Martha begged. “Put your cock in my pussy. Yes, baby, right there. Now push… ah…” Nancy's head was spinning. Her roommate was getting fucked only a few feet away on the other side of the alcove wall. She could hear the movement of their bodies and the soft moans and gasps of pleasure. Even the bed creaked in a steady rhythm. Two fingers plunged into Nancy's soaked pussy. She imagined they were Roger's cock pumping into her. Martha's words made it seem more real. “Fuck me… fuck me… god I love your cock… deeper baby… oh fuck… ungh…” Nancy moved both hands between her legs so she could rub her clit and finger her pussy at the same time. She listened to Martha's shrieks and squeals, and could only imagine how good it would feel to have a big hard cock pounding deep into her own pussy. Nancy threw her head back and bit her lip. Her body jerked and twisted as she exploded for the second time. “Oh fuck baby… here I cum…” “Not inside me. Shoot on my tits” Roger grunted. Nancy knew he must be shooting his stuff. She could only imagine what it looked like flying through the air and landing on her roommate's tits. Never having seen cum, all she knew was that it was white and thicker than water. She had no idea how much would come shooting out. It didn't matter. Just knowing this was happening sent Nancy spinning into a third series of orgasmic spasms. Several minutes later Roger snuck out of the room. Nancy rolled over and was soon fast asleep. The next morning, Martha was still in bed when Nancy dressed and left for breakfast. She was just finishing a bowl of cereal when Martha came down and slid into the chair across the table. “Hi roomie. I hope we weren't too loud last night. I have a hard time holding back when I climax, and Roger knows how to make me do that a lot. I probably should have let you know he was coming to see me, but it was so last minute.” Nancy did not respond right away. She was too busy staring at Martha's mouth and thinking that those lips had recently been wrapped around Roger's cock. Her pussy twitched. She couldn't figure out why thinking about it made her so excited. It was a perverted act. Only whores did those things. Apparently girls from New York City did as well. “Um, it's okay. I fell asleep so I didn't really hear anything,” Nancy lied. “Your boyfriend seemed really nice. Is he still here?” “Roger's not my boyfriend,” Martha laughed. “He's just a fun guy to be with. My parents sent me here to marry a doctor or lawyer from Yale, but I may as well have some fun in the meantime, right? Anyway, he drove back to the city last night. He just came up for a quick fuck.” Nancy was having difficulty getting her head around this. Where she came from, girls didn't use words like climax and fuck, and those who had sex with guys that weren't boyfriends were sluts. “Oh, I see,” Nancy said, trying to keep her voice steady, “Aren't you worried about getting pregnant?” “Not at all,” Martha replied. “I have a diaphragm and I usually make the guy wear a rubber too, although with Roger I didn't so I made him pull out when he was shooting his stuff. Do you have a diaphragm?” “Uh, no. I…I'm a virgin.” “Oh. I should have known, you being from the Midwest and all. That's okay. I know lots of girls who won't go all the way. Most guys are happy with a blowjob or handjob. I guess you must masturbate a lot if you're still a virgin.” Nancy turned bright red, giving herself away. Back home girls never admitted it. She always thought she was oversexed because of how often she did it. Compared to Martha, she wasn't even in the same league. “Um, it's not really something girls discuss where I come from.” “Yeah, but you do it, right? I mean, who doesn't? I have a plug in device that vibrates and it drives me crazy. You'd love it. I'll let you try it sometime. Hey, how would you like me to set you up with a date?” “Um, I…I don't know. I don't usually date strangers.” “Don't worry, Nancy. You'll love Mike. He's a junior at Rensselaer Polytechnic in Troy and a real gentleman, and he's very handsome. He won't try to do anything you don't want. I know him because he grew up in my neighborhood and went to the same school as me. I know you'll like him. How about it?” “Well, I guess it would be okay. It's just a date, right? You're sure he's a gentleman?” “Absolutely. I'll call and invite him down for the weekend.” Mike turned out to be handsome and sophisticated. They went to a mixer on campus with Martha and her date. Mike was a perfect gentleman just like Martha had told her he would be. He was also a good dancer. They swirled and spun doing the jitterbug until they were exhausted. After a break to get some punch and catch their breath, a slow dance played. Mike took her hand and led her out to the dance floor. Slow dances in the Midwest were more like waltzes where bodies barely touched. Nancy was surprised when Mike put his hand on her lower back and pulled her close. She felt a little self conscious being so close to a boy in a crowded room, but many of the other couples were dancing the same way so she relaxed. Mike slid his hand lower on her back and pulled her even closer. It took Nancy a moment to realize what was rubbing dangerously close to her pussy. It was his erection. She didn't know what to do. Nothing like this had ever happened to her. Even worse, it was having a highly stimulating effect on her. All she could do was wait for the song to end. By the time they separated, Nancy's pussy was moist and her nipples felt like they were going to rip through her bra. She excused herself to use the ladies room. She locked the stall door and sat on the toilet, pulling her panties down her legs. A hand slid through the soft blonde curls. A finger parted her folds and found her swollen clit. In less than a minute she leaned forward, squeezed her thighs together, and stifled a gasp. Mike was waiting patiently by the punch bowl when she returned. Nancy looked around the room for Martha, but she was nowhere to be seen. Mike told her he was having a good time and really enjoyed her company. She smiled and said she was enjoying herself as well. He asked her about Ohio and what it was like to grow up on a farm. He finally got around to what was really on his mind. “Would you like to go for a drive in my car? It's a beautiful night. I'll put the top down.” Nancy knew what this meant. It wasn't much different from the offers boys made back home. They would eventually end up parked somewhere private. He would put his arm around her and they would kiss. Nancy didn't mind that, particularly with such a gentleman. She could say no to anything he tried to do that she didn't want, and he would honor her wishes. “I would love that, Mike.” He took her hand and walked her to his 1952 red Chevy convertible. The cool air caused her blond hair to flap in the breeze as they wove through the nearby country roads. He turned onto a small unpaved road and drove several hundred yards to a hilltop overlooking the valley below. He turned off the motor and put his arm around her shoulder. “Isn't it beautiful? You can see the shadows of the valley in the moonlight.” Nancy turned her head and smiled at him. She wanted him to kiss her. She moved her face closer. “Yes. It's very romantic,” she whispered. Their lips met. Nancy parted hers invitingly. Their tongues mingled. The kiss became more passionate. His hand went to her waist and slowly inched higher. Should she let him feel her breast? She had let several boys at home do that, but never on the first date. On the other hand, she didn't want to seem like a prude, and she was in college. Nancy lifted her arm to signal her permission. His hand slid over the large swell pushing out from her cotton blouse. His fingers squeezed and massaged the soft tissue. Nancy moaned into his mouth. Her body was on fire. Her nipples swelled. Her pussy throbbed. Mike unbuttoned her blouse and slid his hand under her bra. Only one boy had ever touched her naked breast and certainly not on the first date. Nancy thought about stopping him before it went any further. Then a fingertip brushed across her bare nipple. Nancy gasped and squeezed her thighs together, trying to control the throbbing in her pussy. Any thought of stopping him quickly evaporated. Mike slid his lips to her neck, kissing and gently biting the thin skin. He rolled her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing and pinching. Nancy was losing all control over what he was doing to her. No one had ever made her feel this way. He pulled his hand from her bra and reached behind her back, deftly undoing the clasp to her bra. Nancy's head was spinning. A voice in her brain said no, but it was a distant echo to the demands of her body. Mike's lips trailed down her neck. He pushed her back until she was lying on the bench seat with her head against the passenger door. His mouth traveled lower. He kissed the swell of her breast before clamping his lips around her protruding nipple. She gasped when he sucked it into her mouth. Any urge to resist was slowly replaced by carnal passion. Her pussy throbbed with desire. Her nipples burned with excitement. She ran her fingers through Mike's hair and gasped from the pleasure pulsing through her body. His tongue teased the hard nub poking out from her nipple. He gently nibbled on it. She trembled and gasped. Mike moved to the other nipple and repeated the ritual. A hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt. Nancy was helpless to stop him. Her body desperately wanted this. She opened her thighs in invitation. His fingers found the damp crotch of her panties. For the first time in her life a man was touching her 'down there'. Mike slid a finger along her gash through the thin cotton. Nancy moved her hips forward and pushed against him. His finger found her clit. “Uh…” Her pussy clenched. Mike moved the crotch aside and pushed a finger up her cunt. Another explosion sent her spinning. He pumped his finger in and out. Nancy lost all control. One climax after another left her breathless and exhausted. “Are you okay?” Mike asked. Nancy opened her eyes and saw Mike hovering over her. She was breathing heavily. The throbbing in her pussy was still intense. She had just let a boy finger her…another first. She slowly gathered her composure and sat up, pulling her blouse closed over her naked breasts. “Yes. I'm fine. Perhaps we should go back now.” “Uh, yes, if that's what you want. I'm sorry if I did something to upset you.” Yes, she thought, I am upset, but with myself for losing control like that. I also experienced the greatest pleasure I have ever felt. She smiled as she fastened her bra. “No. I was just thinking that it was getting late. We have a curfew.” In truth, they still had most of an hour, and campus was only a few minutes away. Nancy could see the disappointment on Mike's face in the moonlight. Against her better judgement, she relented. “I guess we could stay a little longer,” she said. “It is a beautiful setting. Tell me about your studies at Rensselaer Polytechnic? Aerospace engineering sounds fascinating.” The last thing Mike wanted to do was talk. His cock was about to rip through the front of his pants. He was hoping she would do something about it, but that didn't seem likely at the moment. She was clearly trying to change the subject from sex. He gave a brief explanation of what he was studying, then turned the conversation back to her. “You probably think people from New York are way too liberal. I imagine that people in Ohio are pretty conservative.” “That's true,” Nancy agreed. “I'm getting used to it, but my parents would be shocked to know what goes on around here.” “You must be talking about Martha. She's quite a trip, but I'm glad she set us up together. I really like you. I'm sorry if I, um, perhaps acted inappropriately on our first date.” “No, not at all,” Nancy lied. “I like you too.” And just like that they were kissing again, only this kiss was more passionate than last time. She fell back on the seat. His leg wedged between her thighs. His hands pushed her blouse open and squeezed her tits. Mike shifted. Nancy felt his hard cock pressing against her mound. She moved with him as he rubbed it up and down. Her body stiffened. She squealed. Mike watched Nancy slowly come back to earth. She smiled at him, sat up, and put her arms around his neck. They kissed some more. Nancy moved her lips to his ear and whispered. “You make me feel things no one else has ever made me feel. I should be ashamed, but I'm not.” “I'm glad I could make you feel that way,” he replied. “Unfortunately, it's harder for a guy to, um, achieve satisfaction like that.” Was he asking her to help him have a climax, Nancy wondered? Martha had used her mouth on Roger. She wasn't about to do that, and she certainly wasn't going to let him have sex with her. She really should do something after the pleasure he had given her. She knew what a handjob was. She had never given one, but she knew the basics. Nancy kissed his neck and let her hand slide down his body. Her fingers found the bulge pushing out from his trousers. She had never touched a man's penis, even through his clothes. It felt so much bigger than she thought it would be. She rubbed along his length and could feel it pulse. Mike unbuckled his trousers, pushing them down far enough to free his cock. It rose into the air from between his thighs. Nancy could see the faint outline in the moonlight. She traced her fingers along the shaft and could feel a pulse of blood pumping through the veins. She touched the swollen crown and explored its mushroom shape. Her finger found the tiny slit in the top. It was already gooey. Nancy had no idea what actually happened when a boy had a climax. She knew a creamy fluid came out that carried sperm, but she wasn't sure how much. Certainly there had to be more than the small trickle leaking from his slit. Nancy wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly pumped. How long would it take, she wondered. Should she go faster? Should she squeeze harder? She really didn't know what she was doing. She pumped faster and squeezed harder. It seemed like the right thing to do. She heard Mike groan. Had she squeezed too hard? She didn't think so. It sounded like a groan of pleasure. She looked up and could see his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Definitely pleasure. She continued to pump with a steady rhythm. The full moon came out from behind a cloud. Nancy moved her face closer to get a better look at his penis. The mushroom shaped knob at the tip looked swollen. More stuff was leaking out from the tiny slit. Did that mean he was about to shoot? How would she know? Would it spray out like pee or just ooze out? Either way, it was bound to make a mess. Her hand was getting tired and he still hadn't finished. Nancy thought about what Martha had done to Roger. She had put it in her mouth. Did she enjoy it or was she just doing it to please him? Back home only whores did things like that, but things were different here. Maybe Mike expected her to do it. It couldn't be that bad. It was only skin. Nancy made a decision. She lowered her head and felt the mushroom shaped tip brush against her lips. She pushed out her tongue. The stuff leaking out had a sweet soapy taste. It wasn't so bad. Her mouth opened. His hard flesh pushed across her tongue. Nancy felt her pussy twitch. Having him in her mouth was getting her aroused. Now that she had him in her mouth she wasn't sure what to do. It was called a blowjob, but blowing on it wasn't really possible. She did know that having sex involved a man moving his penis in and out of a vagina, and a handjob involved pumping up and down. Couldn't she use her mouth the same way? She clamped her lips tightly around his shaft, taking him deep into her mouth. She slid up his length and then back down again. She repeated it. Mike's groans confirmed she must be doing it right. She went faster, squeezing her lips tightly around him. The throbbing in her pussy got more intense. Having him in her mouth was like an aphrodisiac. She squeezed her thighs together to try and contain the pressure. Mike put his hands on her head and thrust up into her mouth each time it came plunging down the length of his cock. His moans became louder. She could feel his body tense. “Ohhhhh…oh god…It's happening.” Mike said it as a warning, but it didn't register with Nancy. She was too caught up in the act she was performing to think about the consequences. She felt him swell between her lips and heard him grunt. Suddenly, a spray of hot creamy fluid shot from the tip of his cock. It splashed across her tongue and filled her mouth. This was followed by a second, third, and fourth spurt. There was so much it was leaking out the sides of her lips. Mike jerked a few more times before he fell back in his seat completely drained. Nancy didn't know what to do. She still had her lips clamped tightly around his penis and a mouthful of his gooey ejaculate. His cock was hard, but she could feel it beginning to deflate. She slowly pulled off of him. When he popped out of her mouth, some of his stuff ran down her chin. She clamped her hand over her lips to keep more from escaping. Nancy sat up next to Mike who was still recovering. She didn't know what to do with the mouthful of semen. Fortunately, it didn't taste horrible, kind of like the stuff that had been leaking from his tip earlier, only not quite as sweet. She could lean over the side of the car and spit it out, but that seemed unladylike. Nancy wondered what would happen if she swallowed. Would she get sick? Could she get pregnant that way? She didn't think so, but there was a lot she didn't know. And what would Mike think? He might be disgusted. She couldn't just sit there with a mouthful of his stuff. She had to do something. “Here,” Mike said, handing her a handkerchief. Thank god, she thought. He is a gentleman after all. She put the handkerchief to her lips and let the gooey substance flow from her mouth. There was so much that some got on her fingers and dripped onto her skirt, but she was able to contain most of it in the handkerchief. She used the one dry part to wipe her lips and chin. Now she had another problem. What to do with the dripping handkerchief. Once again Mike came to the rescue. He carefully took the handkerchief between his thumb and forefinger and threw it over the side of the car. Then he put his arm around Nancy and pulled her closer. “I'm sorry,” he said. “I tried to warn you, but I just couldn't hold back. I hope you're not upset with me?” Nancy wasn't entirely sure why he was apologizing. Wasn't the whole purpose of using her hand and mouth on his penis to give him pleasure and make him shoot? Maybe he was upset that he shot in her mouth, but that seemed inevitable. It didn't bother her. If she was upset with anyone, it was herself. She had done what only sluts and whores would do back home. Still, she didn't regret it. “There is nothing to apologize about,” she said. “I had a good time, but now I really do need to get back to school.” Nancy was surprised to see Martha already back in the room when she arrived. “In case you were wondering, he had to get back to the city tonight, so we came here, had a quick fuck, and he left. How was your date with Mike?” “It was fun. You were right. He was a real gentleman.” “Not too much of a gentleman, I hope.” Nancy blushed and looked down. “Oh my god, did you…” Martha left the question hanging. “No,” Nancy replied, shaking her head. “We just, um, fooled around a little.” “Fooled around like in he squeezed your tits, or like in you sucked his cock?” Nancy's face turned beet red. Back home no one would ask such a question. “Oh my gosh,” Martha said with a grin on her face. “You did. You sucked his cock. Was that your first time?” Nancy looked down and nodded her head. “Way to go girl. I want all the details. Does he have a nice cock? Did you enjoy it? Did he shoot in your mouth? No, he's too much of a gentleman to do something like that.” Nancy's face turned even redder. “He did,” Martha stated as a fact. “Your first blowjob and you let him go off in your mouth. Did he warn you or was it a surprise?” “He, um, he said he was sorry,” Nancy replied, biting her lower lip. “Yeah, they all say that. So what did you do? Did you spit it out or swallow?” “Um, he, um, gave me his handkerchief,” Nancy said in a barely audible voice. “Now that is a gentleman. Next time, though, you should swallow. It's really not that bad and a lot less messy. Are you going to see him again?” “I hope so. He said he would call, but not until after exams.” “I guess that means you're free next weekend. John is bringing his friend Barry. He needs a date. He's really handsome and a lot of fun.” “I was kind of hoping to go out with Mike again.” “Just because you gave him a blowjob doesn't mean you're going steady. If Mike was that interested he would be up here next week, exams or not. In fact, that was probably just an excuse. I'll bet he already has a date for next weekend. He's pretty popular with the girls.” Now Nancy felt like an idiot. She thought there was something special between them. She was just another date to Mike. Well, she wasn't going to sit around and feel sorry for herself. “Would it be like a double date?” “Yes. It will be fun. By the way, you don't mind going out with someone who is Jewish do you?” “Well, um, I've never met a Jewish person.” “Don't worry. He doesn't have horns or a tail. And he's a gentleman too, so he won't do anything you don't want, but he can be pretty persuasive. So is it a date?” Nancy thought about it. She had no obligation to be faithful to Mike. They had only dated once, and if what Martha said was true, Mike was likely getting more than just blowjobs from other girls. “Sure. I'll go out with Barry.” To be continued. By Erlikkhan for Literotica

In 1954, an Ohio girl goes east and gets an education. By Erlikkhan. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dear Mom and Dad, I was really excited to get your letter and hear the news from home. I'm sorry I have not been very good about staying in contact. School is keeping me so busy that I barely have time to write. There really isn't much to tell that's new. I still love all my classes and the professors are excellent. My roommate Martha has been so nice to me. She's from New York and seems to know everyone. This past weekend she set me up on a date with a boy named Brian. His family has a lot of money but he wasn't at all stuffy. I plan to see him again this weekend. I have a big assignment due so I better cut this short. Please give my love to everyone. I can't wait for Christmas when I will be able to come home. Love - Nancy “Wasn't that a sweet letter, Martin? It sounds like our daughter is adjusting to life at Vassar very nicely for a girl who grew up on a farm in the Midwest. And a date with a rich boy from New York! I just hope he's a nice boy and isn't trying to take advantage of her.” “Ethel, you worry too much,” Martin replied. “I'm sure Nancy can take care of herself. She's a big girl.” At the very moment Martin and Ethel were having that conversation, Brian Castle was on top of their daughter pounding his cock straight down into her pussy. Nancy dug her fingernails into his back trying to hold on to some semblance of sanity. It was hopeless. Her pussy exploded in a violent climax. Moments later, Brian pulled out, wrapped his hand around his dripping cock, and pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum all over their daughter's tits and stomach. Two Months Earlier… Nancy Brown arrived at Vassar in September 1954. She was a pretty blond of average height with big blue eyes and a shapely figure. Her roommate Martha was a short dark-haired girl from New York City with a cute face and a bountiful chest. She seemed nice enough, but had a New York City edge and used more swear words than Nancy had ever heard from a girl. She talked about sex like it was a common everyday topic of conversation. Nancy wasn't a total prude, or at least she didn't think she was. She had kissed her share of boys and even let a few of them feel her breasts. It was clear Martha had done a lot more than that. Where Nancy came from, good girls didn't let boys touch them ‘down there' unless they were going steady. Nancy had always been curious about how it would feel to be touched ‘down there', and one night used her own fingers to find out. After that, she rubbed off almost every night and sometimes during the day. One time, she even used the handle of a hairbrush, curious to see how it might feel to have a penis inside her. Nancy wondered if Martha had ever gone all the way. The way she talked sure sounded like it. She found out during her second weekend at Vassar. Martha was late returning to the room and almost missed curfew. Nancy was shocked when she arrived in the nick of time with a boy. Boys weren't allowed to visit girls in the dorm rooms, especially at night. Violation of that rule could get one suspended or even dismissed. Martha didn't seem to care. “Hey roomie,” Martha said with a big grin on her face. “This is Roger. We snuck up the back way to avoid the old battle axe. He has a flask of whisky. Do you want to party with us?” “Won't we get in trouble?” Nancy asked nervously. “Surely Miss Grayson will report us.” “She's clueless. My older sister used to have boys up to her room when she lived here and never got caught. Come on, let's have a little fun.” Nancy didn't want to seem like a prude and took the flask from Roger when he handed it to her. She had never tasted alcohol and choked when she took a swig. They laughed. Nancy's head was spinning after two more swigs. She kept waiting for Roger to leave so she could go to bed. He didn't. Finally, Martha stood and took Roger's hand. “We're going to bed now,” she told Nancy. “We'll try not to make too much noise.” Nancy couldn't believe this was happening. It was scandalous enough to have a boy in the room after curfew, but he was spending the night. Was Martha implying they were going to have sex? It sure sounded like it. Back home only sluts did that. Martha didn't seem like a slut. She seemed more like a girl who knew what she wanted and wasn't ashamed to get it. An alcove wall separated the beds. Normally, Nancy would undress and put on her nightgown, but with a man in the room, even if it was in the next alcove, she felt exposed. She climbed under the covers and removed her dress, then pulled off her panties and bra. She would sleep in her slip. As Nancy lay in bed, she could hear the rustle of clothes and soft moans coming from the other alcove. She could even hear what Martha was whispering. “Yes… right there. Oh… use two fingers.” Roger was fingering Martha. Nancy had imagined a boy doing that to her many times using her own fingers. Listening to it happening in the next alcove made her pussy throb. The urge to touch herself was too strong. Nancy slid a hand under her slip and between her legs. She found her pleasure button and rubbed. Her head was pounding and her nipples felt like they were going to burst. Then she heard Roger whisper to Martha. “Oh god yes baby… put it in your mouth… oh fuck…” Nancy had always considered oral sex a repugnant act that only whores did to satisfy their perverted clients. Then why did the image of Martha's lips sliding down Roger's cock make the throbbing in her pussy more intense? Nancy gasped and felt her body tremble. Juices seeped from her opening and dribbled down her ass. “Hurry,” Martha begged. “Put your cock in my pussy. Yes, baby, right there. Now push… ah…” Nancy's head was spinning. Her roommate was getting fucked only a few feet away on the other side of the alcove wall. She could hear the movement of their bodies and the soft moans and gasps of pleasure. Even the bed creaked in a steady rhythm. Two fingers plunged into Nancy's soaked pussy. She imagined they were Roger's cock pumping into her. Martha's words made it seem more real. “Fuck me… fuck me… god I love your cock… deeper baby… oh fuck… ungh…” Nancy moved both hands between her legs so she could rub her clit and finger her pussy at the same time. She listened to Martha's shrieks and squeals, and could only imagine how good it would feel to have a big hard cock pounding deep into her own pussy. Nancy threw her head back and bit her lip. Her body jerked and twisted as she exploded for the second time. “Oh fuck baby… here I cum…” “Not inside me. Shoot on my tits” Roger grunted. Nancy knew he must be shooting his stuff. She could only imagine what it looked like flying through the air and landing on her roommate's tits. Never having seen cum, all she knew was that it was white and thicker than water. She had no idea how much would come shooting out. It didn't matter. Just knowing this was happening sent Nancy spinning into a third series of orgasmic spasms. Several minutes later Roger snuck out of the room. Nancy rolled over and was soon fast asleep. The next morning, Martha was still in bed when Nancy dressed and left for breakfast. She was just finishing a bowl of cereal when Martha came down and slid into the chair across the table. “Hi roomie. I hope we weren't too loud last night. I have a hard time holding back when I climax, and Roger knows how to make me do that a lot. I probably should have let you know he was coming to see me, but it was so last minute.” Nancy did not respond right away. She was too busy staring at Martha's mouth and thinking that those lips had recently been wrapped around Roger's cock. Her pussy twitched. She couldn't figure out why thinking about it made her so excited. It was a perverted act. Only whores did those things. Apparently girls from New York City did as well. “Um, it's okay. I fell asleep so I didn't really hear anything,” Nancy lied. “Your boyfriend seemed really nice. Is he still here?” “Roger's not my boyfriend,” Martha laughed. “He's just a fun guy to be with. My parents sent me here to marry a doctor or lawyer from Yale, but I may as well have some fun in the meantime, right? Anyway, he drove back to the city last night. He just came up for a quick fuck.” Nancy was having difficulty getting her head around this. Where she came from, girls didn't use words like climax and fuck, and those who had sex with guys that weren't boyfriends were sluts. “Oh, I see,” Nancy said, trying to keep her voice steady, “Aren't you worried about getting pregnant?” “Not at all,” Martha replied. “I have a diaphragm and I usually make the guy wear a rubber too, although with Roger I didn't so I made him pull out when he was shooting his stuff. Do you have a diaphragm?” “Uh, no. I…I'm a virgin.” “Oh. I should have known, you being from the Midwest and all. That's okay. I know lots of girls who won't go all the way. Most guys are happy with a blowjob or handjob. I guess you must masturbate a lot if you're still a virgin.” Nancy turned bright red, giving herself away. Back home girls never admitted it. She always thought she was oversexed because of how often she did it. Compared to Martha, she wasn't even in the same league. “Um, it's not really something girls discuss where I come from.” “Yeah, but you do it, right? I mean, who doesn't? I have a plug in device that vibrates and it drives me crazy. You'd love it. I'll let you try it sometime. Hey, how would you like me to set you up with a date?” “Um, I…I don't know. I don't usually date strangers.” “Don't worry, Nancy. You'll love Mike. He's a junior at Rensselaer Polytechnic in Troy and a real gentleman, and he's very handsome. He won't try to do anything you don't want. I know him because he grew up in my neighborhood and went to the same school as me. I know you'll like him. How about it?” “Well, I guess it would be okay. It's just a date, right? You're sure he's a gentleman?” “Absolutely. I'll call and invite him down for the weekend.” Mike turned out to be handsome and sophisticated. They went to a mixer on campus with Martha and her date. Mike was a perfect gentleman just like Martha had told her he would be. He was also a good dancer. They swirled and spun doing the jitterbug until they were exhausted. After a break to get some punch and catch their breath, a slow dance played. Mike took her hand and led her out to the dance floor. Slow dances in the Midwest were more like waltzes where bodies barely touched. Nancy was surprised when Mike put his hand on her lower back and pulled her close. She felt a little self conscious being so close to a boy in a crowded room, but many of the other couples were dancing the same way so she relaxed. Mike slid his hand lower on her back and pulled her even closer. It took Nancy a moment to realize what was rubbing dangerously close to her pussy. It was his erection. She didn't know what to do. Nothing like this had ever happened to her. Even worse, it was having a highly stimulating effect on her. All she could do was wait for the song to end. By the time they separated, Nancy's pussy was moist and her nipples felt like they were going to rip through her bra. She excused herself to use the ladies room. She locked the stall door and sat on the toilet, pulling her panties down her legs. A hand slid through the soft blonde curls. A finger parted her folds and found her swollen clit. In less than a minute she leaned forward, squeezed her thighs together, and stifled a gasp. Mike was waiting patiently by the punch bowl when she returned. Nancy looked around the room for Martha, but she was nowhere to be seen. Mike told her he was having a good time and really enjoyed her company. She smiled and said she was enjoying herself as well. He asked her about Ohio and what it was like to grow up on a farm. He finally got around to what was really on his mind. “Would you like to go for a drive in my car? It's a beautiful night. I'll put the top down.” Nancy knew what this meant. It wasn't much different from the offers boys made back home. They would eventually end up parked somewhere private. He would put his arm around her and they would kiss. Nancy didn't mind that, particularly with such a gentleman. She could say no to anything he tried to do that she didn't want, and he would honor her wishes. “I would love that, Mike.” He took her hand and walked her to his 1952 red Chevy convertible. The cool air caused her blond hair to flap in the breeze as they wove through the nearby country roads. He turned onto a small unpaved road and drove several hundred yards to a hilltop overlooking the valley below. He turned off the motor and put his arm around her shoulder. “Isn't it beautiful? You can see the shadows of the valley in the moonlight.” Nancy turned her head and smiled at him. She wanted him to kiss her. She moved her face closer. “Yes. It's very romantic,” she whispered. Their lips met. Nancy parted hers invitingly. Their tongues mingled. The kiss became more passionate. His hand went to her waist and slowly inched higher. Should she let him feel her breast? She had let several boys at home do that, but never on the first date. On the other hand, she didn't want to seem like a prude, and she was in college. Nancy lifted her arm to signal her permission. His hand slid over the large swell pushing out from her cotton blouse. His fingers squeezed and massaged the soft tissue. Nancy moaned into his mouth. Her body was on fire. Her nipples swelled. Her pussy throbbed. Mike unbuttoned her blouse and slid his hand under her bra. Only one boy had ever touched her naked breast and certainly not on the first date. Nancy thought about stopping him before it went any further. Then a fingertip brushed across her bare nipple. Nancy gasped and squeezed her thighs together, trying to control the throbbing in her pussy. Any thought of stopping him quickly evaporated. Mike slid his lips to her neck, kissing and gently biting the thin skin. He rolled her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing and pinching. Nancy was losing all control over what he was doing to her. No one had ever made her feel this way. He pulled his hand from her bra and reached behind her back, deftly undoing the clasp to her bra. Nancy's head was spinning. A voice in her brain said no, but it was a distant echo to the demands of her body. Mike's lips trailed down her neck. He pushed her back until she was lying on the bench seat with her head against the passenger door. His mouth traveled lower. He kissed the swell of her breast before clamping his lips around her protruding nipple. She gasped when he sucked it into her mouth. Any urge to resist was slowly replaced by carnal passion. Her pussy throbbed with desire. Her nipples burned with excitement. She ran her fingers through Mike's hair and gasped from the pleasure pulsing through her body. His tongue teased the hard nub poking out from her nipple. He gently nibbled on it. She trembled and gasped. Mike moved to the other nipple and repeated the ritual. A hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt. Nancy was helpless to stop him. Her body desperately wanted this. She opened her thighs in invitation. His fingers found the damp crotch of her panties. For the first time in her life a man was touching her 'down there'. Mike slid a finger along her gash through the thin cotton. Nancy moved her hips forward and pushed against him. His finger found her clit. “Uh…” Her pussy clenched. Mike moved the crotch aside and pushed a finger up her cunt. Another explosion sent her spinning. He pumped his finger in and out. Nancy lost all control. One climax after another left her breathless and exhausted. “Are you okay?” Mike asked. Nancy opened her eyes and saw Mike hovering over her. She was breathing heavily. The throbbing in her pussy was still intense. She had just let a boy finger her…another first. She slowly gathered her composure and sat up, pulling her blouse closed over her naked breasts. “Yes. I'm fine. Perhaps we should go back now.” “Uh, yes, if that's what you want. I'm sorry if I did something to upset you.” Yes, she thought, I am upset, but with myself for losing control like that. I also experienced the greatest pleasure I have ever felt. She smiled as she fastened her bra. “No. I was just thinking that it was getting late. We have a curfew.” In truth, they still had most of an hour, and campus was only a few minutes away. Nancy could see the disappointment on Mike's face in the moonlight. Against her better judgement, she relented. “I guess we could stay a little longer,” she said. “It is a beautiful setting. Tell me about your studies at Rensselaer Polytechnic? Aerospace engineering sounds fascinating.” The last thing Mike wanted to do was talk. His cock was about to rip through the front of his pants. He was hoping she would do something about it, but that didn't seem likely at the moment. She was clearly trying to change the subject from sex. He gave a brief explanation of what he was studying, then turned the conversation back to her. “You probably think people from New York are way too liberal. I imagine that people in Ohio are pretty conservative.” “That's true,” Nancy agreed. “I'm getting used to it, but my parents would be shocked to know what goes on around here.” “You must be talking about Martha. She's quite a trip, but I'm glad she set us up together. I really like you. I'm sorry if I, um, perhaps acted inappropriately on our first date.” “No, not at all,” Nancy lied. “I like you too.” And just like that they were kissing again, only this kiss was more passionate than last time. She fell back on the seat. His leg wedged between her thighs. His hands pushed her blouse open and squeezed her tits. Mike shifted. Nancy felt his hard cock pressing against her mound. She moved with him as he rubbed it up and down. Her body stiffened. She squealed. Mike watched Nancy slowly come back to earth. She smiled at him, sat up, and put her arms around his neck. They kissed some more. Nancy moved her lips to his ear and whispered. “You make me feel things no one else has ever made me feel. I should be ashamed, but I'm not.” “I'm glad I could make you feel that way,” he replied. “Unfortunately, it's harder for a guy to, um, achieve satisfaction like that.” Was he asking her to help him have a climax, Nancy wondered? Martha had used her mouth on Roger. She wasn't about to do that, and she certainly wasn't going to let him have sex with her. She really should do something after the pleasure he had given her. She knew what a handjob was. She had never given one, but she knew the basics. Nancy kissed his neck and let her hand slide down his body. Her fingers found the bulge pushing out from his trousers. She had never touched a man's penis, even through his clothes. It felt so much bigger than she thought it would be. She rubbed along his length and could feel it pulse. Mike unbuckled his trousers, pushing them down far enough to free his cock. It rose into the air from between his thighs. Nancy could see the faint outline in the moonlight. She traced her fingers along the shaft and could feel a pulse of blood pumping through the veins. She touched the swollen crown and explored its mushroom shape. Her finger found the tiny slit in the top. It was already gooey. Nancy had no idea what actually happened when a boy had a climax. She knew a creamy fluid came out that carried sperm, but she wasn't sure how much. Certainly there had to be more than the small trickle leaking from his slit. Nancy wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly pumped. How long would it take, she wondered. Should she go faster? Should she squeeze harder? She really didn't know what she was doing. She pumped faster and squeezed harder. It seemed like the right thing to do. She heard Mike groan. Had she squeezed too hard? She didn't think so. It sounded like a groan of pleasure. She looked up and could see his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Definitely pleasure. She continued to pump with a steady rhythm. The full moon came out from behind a cloud. Nancy moved her face closer to get a better look at his penis. The mushroom shaped knob at the tip looked swollen. More stuff was leaking out from the tiny slit. Did that mean he was about to shoot? How would she know? Would it spray out like pee or just ooze out? Either way, it was bound to make a mess. Her hand was getting tired and he still hadn't finished. Nancy thought about what Martha had done to Roger. She had put it in her mouth. Did she enjoy it or was she just doing it to please him? Back home only whores did things like that, but things were different here. Maybe Mike expected her to do it. It couldn't be that bad. It was only skin. Nancy made a decision. She lowered her head and felt the mushroom shaped tip brush against her lips. She pushed out her tongue. The stuff leaking out had a sweet soapy taste. It wasn't so bad. Her mouth opened. His hard flesh pushed across her tongue. Nancy felt her pussy twitch. Having him in her mouth was getting her aroused. Now that she had him in her mouth she wasn't sure what to do. It was called a blowjob, but blowing on it wasn't really possible. She did know that having sex involved a man moving his penis in and out of a vagina, and a handjob involved pumping up and down. Couldn't she use her mouth the same way? She clamped her lips tightly around his shaft, taking him deep into her mouth. She slid up his length and then back down again. She repeated it. Mike's groans confirmed she must be doing it right. She went faster, squeezing her lips tightly around him. The throbbing in her pussy got more intense. Having him in her mouth was like an aphrodisiac. She squeezed her thighs together to try and contain the pressure. Mike put his hands on her head and thrust up into her mouth each time it came plunging down the length of his cock. His moans became louder. She could feel his body tense. “Ohhhhh…oh god…It's happening.” Mike said it as a warning, but it didn't register with Nancy. She was too caught up in the act she was performing to think about the consequences. She felt him swell between her lips and heard him grunt. Suddenly, a spray of hot creamy fluid shot from the tip of his cock. It splashed across her tongue and filled her mouth. This was followed by a second, third, and fourth spurt. There was so much it was leaking out the sides of her lips. Mike jerked a few more times before he fell back in his seat completely drained. Nancy didn't know what to do. She still had her lips clamped tightly around his penis and a mouthful of his gooey ejaculate. His cock was hard, but she could feel it beginning to deflate. She slowly pulled off of him. When he popped out of her mouth, some of his stuff ran down her chin. She clamped her hand over her lips to keep more from escaping. Nancy sat up next to Mike who was still recovering. She didn't know what to do with the mouthful of semen. Fortunately, it didn't taste horrible, kind of like the stuff that had been leaking from his tip earlier, only not quite as sweet. She could lean over the side of the car and spit it out, but that seemed unladylike. Nancy wondered what would happen if she swallowed. Would she get sick? Could she get pregnant that way? She didn't think so, but there was a lot she didn't know. And what would Mike think? He might be disgusted. She couldn't just sit there with a mouthful of his stuff. She had to do something. “Here,” Mike said, handing her a handkerchief. Thank god, she thought. He is a gentleman after all. She put the handkerchief to her lips and let the gooey substance flow from her mouth. There was so much that some got on her fingers and dripped onto her skirt, but she was able to contain most of it in the handkerchief. She used the one dry part to wipe her lips and chin. Now she had another problem. What to do with the dripping handkerchief. Once again Mike came to the rescue. He carefully took the handkerchief between his thumb and forefinger and threw it over the side of the car. Then he put his arm around Nancy and pulled her closer. “I'm sorry,” he said. “I tried to warn you, but I just couldn't hold back. I hope you're not upset with me?” Nancy wasn't entirely sure why he was apologizing. Wasn't the whole purpose of using her hand and mouth on his penis to give him pleasure and make him shoot? Maybe he was upset that he shot in her mouth, but that seemed inevitable. It didn't bother her. If she was upset with anyone, it was herself. She had done what only sluts and whores would do back home. Still, she didn't regret it. “There is nothing to apologize about,” she said. “I had a good time, but now I really do need to get back to school.” Nancy was surprised to see Martha already back in the room when she arrived. “In case you were wondering, he had to get back to the city tonight, so we came here, had a quick fuck, and he left. How was your date with Mike?” “It was fun. You were right. He was a real gentleman.” “Not too much of a gentleman, I hope.” Nancy blushed and looked down. “Oh my god, did you…” Martha left the question hanging. “No,” Nancy replied, shaking her head. “We just, um, fooled around a little.” “Fooled around like in he squeezed your tits, or like in you sucked his cock?” Nancy's face turned beet red. Back home no one would ask such a question. “Oh my gosh,” Martha said with a grin on her face. “You did. You sucked his cock. Was that your first time?” Nancy looked down and nodded her head. “Way to go girl. I want all the details. Does he have a nice cock? Did you enjoy it? Did he shoot in your mouth? No, he's too much of a gentleman to do something like that.” Nancy's face turned even redder. “He did,” Martha stated as a fact. “Your first blowjob and you let him go off in your mouth. Did he warn you or was it a surprise?” “He, um, he said he was sorry,” Nancy replied, biting her lower lip. “Yeah, they all say that. So what did you do? Did you spit it out or swallow?” “Um, he, um, gave me his handkerchief,” Nancy said in a barely audible voice. “Now that is a gentleman. Next time, though, you should swallow. It's really not that bad and a lot less messy. Are you going to see him again?” “I hope so. He said he would call, but not until after exams.” “I guess that means you're free next weekend. John is bringing his friend Barry. He needs a date. He's really handsome and a lot of fun.” “I was kind of hoping to go out with Mike again.” “Just because you gave him a blowjob doesn't mean you're going steady. If Mike was that interested he would be up here next week, exams or not. In fact, that was probably just an excuse. I'll bet he already has a date for next weekend. He's pretty popular with the girls.” Now Nancy felt like an idiot. She thought there was something special between them. She was just another date to Mike. Well, she wasn't going to sit around and feel sorry for herself. “Would it be like a double date?” “Yes. It will be fun. By the way, you don't mind going out with someone who is Jewish do you?” “Well, um, I've never met a Jewish person.” “Don't worry. He doesn't have horns or a tail. And he's a gentleman too, so he won't do anything you don't want, but he can be pretty persuasive. So is it a date?” Nancy thought about it. She had no obligation to be faithful to Mike. They had only dated once, and if what Martha said was true, Mike was likely getting more than just blowjobs from other girls. “Sure. I'll go out with Barry.” To be continued. By Erlikkhan for Literotica

Patti Davis discusses her book "Dear Mom and Dad," a memoir written as a letter to her late parents, Ronald and Nancy Reagan. She talks about being in the spotlight after her father entered politics in the 1960s, her complicated relationship with her mother, her views on the Reagan administration's handling of illegal drugs and the AIDS epidemic, and more. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Patti Davis discusses her book "Dear Mom and Dad," a memoir written as a letter to her late parents, Ronald and Nancy Reagan. She talks about being in the spotlight after her father entered politics in the 1960s, her complicated relationship with her mother, her views on the Reagan administration's handling of illegal drugs and the AIDS epidemic, and more. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A remarkably poignant writer for our troubled times, Patti Davis writes about love, loss, and the power of redemption in this poetic letter to her long-gone parents. The daughter of Ronald and Nancy Reagan talks to Michael about her book "Dear Mom and Dad: A Letter About Family, Memory, and the America We Once Knew." Original air date 22 February 2024. The book was published on 6 February 2024.

Today on the show we have the remarkable Patti Davis, daughter of U.S. President Ronald Reagan and First Lady Nancy Reagan. Patti's new book, Dear Mom and Dad: A Letter About Family, Memory, and the America We Once Knew is a book, in Patti's own words, about acceptance, forgiveness, and moving on from the past, a book that—though Patti's parents were much more famous than most, even before her father entered politics—anyone can relate to. There's not a person among us who hasn't at one point or another struggled with their parents, as the parent-child relationship is so complicated; this is Patti's story, and it's a powerful one. When her father became president, Patti became Ribbon, her Secret Service code name. The complexities that go along with being the child of a president are daunting, and we talk about that in today's episode, as well as family secrets, living life as the world watched, and what she'd like to say to her father and mother after their deaths in 2004 and 2016, respectively.   Dear Mom and Dad: A Letter About Family, Memory, and the America We Once Knew by Patti Davis The Long Goodbye: Memories of My Father by Patti Davis

Det här är berättelsen om en sångerska som fått lika mycket uppmärksamhet för sina uppseendeväckande outfits som för sin stora röst. En legend som gjort det mesta och som vägrar att åldras. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Det är fredagkväll, den 30 juni 1989. Fartyget USS Missouri, som haft en viktig roll i både andra världskriget och Koreakriget, har lagt till i Los Angeles hamn. Skeppet är glänsande grått och den här kvällen har det riggats med stora spotlights. Flottan behöver rekrytera nya marinsoldater, men har inte råd att göra tv-reklam. Därför har de gått med på att låna ut fartyget till en musikvideoinspelning. Cher, som just fyllt 43 och som alla trodde hade lämnat musikbranschen, ska göra comeback, i ny rockigare förpackning.På det historiska fartyget i Los Angeles hamn står besättningsmännen uppradade i klassiska vita sjömansdräkter. När de ser Cher kliva ut på däck i sina höga klackar kan de inte tro sina ögon. Hon har på sig en minimal stringbaddräkt som ser ut som att den är gjord av två remsor svart tejp. Till den har hon en helt genomskinlig, tajt nylon-kroppsstrumpa och en uppknäppt skinnjacka. Besättningen kan inte kontrollera sina busvisslingar och vita sjömanshattar viner i kvällsluften.Medverkande: Jennifer Paterson, Larsåke Thuresson, Charlie Fern och Johan ÅbergDokumentären är gjord av Elinor Ahlborn i november 2023Producent Joanna KorbutiakExekutiv producent Anna JohannessenSlutmix Fredrik NilssonProgramledare Siri HillLjudklippen i dokumentären kommer från dokumentären Dear Mom, Love Cher (2013) och intervjuer i The Ed Sullivan Show (CBS 1965), Rona Barett's Hollywood (1975), The Rosie O'Donnell Show (NBC 1998), The Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour (CBS 1972), The Today Show (NBC 1985), The Cher Show (CBS 1975), The Donahue Show (WLWD 1985), The Graham Norton Show (BBC 2018), The Kelly Clarksson show (2022), och ett reklaminslag för Lori Davis Hair (1993).

In this episode, as a way to remember those who have served our country, we tell a story taken from a letter written by a pilot to his family back home. He had survived a tour of combat in the Pacific and was writing from Texas. Service can take on many different shapes and sacrifices are made by all who serve no matter where they may be serving. Family members also "serve" in a way and sometimes pay a heavy price. We should always remember them.Please go to: https://diarydiscoveries.com to see episode photos and read our blog. Thank You.

Vietnam War veteran, Bob Wieland lost his legs to a mortar mine. In Vietnam in June 1969, his squad walked into a mine field. When a member of his unit stepped on a booby-trapped mortar, Wieland rushed to give first aid but he, too, stepped on an 82mm buried mortar, a round designed to destroy tanks. It severely damaged his legs; they had to be amputated above the knee. In a letter to his parents after his accident, he wrote: June 14, 1969, Dear Mom and Dad. I'm in the hospital. Everything is going to be O.K. The people here are taking good care of me. Love, Bob. P.S. I think I lost my legs. After recovering from his injuries, he was inspired to become a marathon participant. Over his lifetime he has finished many marathons, often taking multiple days to finish. He is the only double amputee to finish the difficult Kona, Hawaii Ironman race without a wheelchair. He "ran" across America on his hands, taking three years, eight months, and six days to travel from coast to coast. Before joining the Army, Wieland was a three-sport athlete on the verge of signing a Major League Baseball contract with the Philadelphia Phillies. Wieland has been a strength and conditioning coach for the Green Bay Packers.

Hey Moms, Let's Talk! Is it All Worth It?

Oh Mama Do you hear that little voice that tells you “that's not good enough” when it comes to raising your teen girl? Do you get stuck in perfectionism which frankly exhausts you to the point of saying being a mom is what you are not cut out to being?   Or maybe being the best of all time is what's keeping you from truly connecting with your daughter.   In today's episode, I'm going to give you permission mom of teen girl to embrace being less than perfect and start taking on the “good enough” mentality.  I know it sounds a little off putting but I promise if you keep on listening, you'll be the best model you can be to your girl.   Are you looking for a supportive mom community? The common thing I ask the moms I work with to be most valuable is having a community with other moms who get it.  Who are in the weeds too.  Moms who are also in the season of raising tween & teen girls.  We need each other to vent, laugh, encourage and support on another.  If that's you too, I have a free mom community I invite you to be a part of.  You can join going to www.linktr.ee/jeanniebaldomero   Also, Become An Insider And Get Weekly Emails From Me With Tips On Creating Open Communication, Establishing A Safe Space And Preparing Your Teen Girl To Make Good Choices.   Sign Up At:  www.jeanniebaldomero.com     You can find me here: Work with me: www.jeanniebaldomero.com Connect: hello@jeanniebaldomero.com Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/jeanniebaldomero/ Free mom support community: www.linktr.ee/jeanniebaldomero  

Dear Mom, I'm Gay! The Musical Synopsis- Dan Sarkisian grew up in an evangelical home in a small town in Michigan. He moves to New York City to study fashion design, but quickly finds he has even more to learn about himself. Dan begins to explore his identity and sexuality. He slowly learns to embrace who he truly is, a part of himself that he has always suppressed. Dan falls in love with himself and another man. At Thanksgiving break, Dan finds himself back in Michigan visiting his mom. How will she respond to his newfound identity? Is a mother's love more powerful than culture or religion? *Based on a true story.

Hey y'all. This episode is a letter I wrote for all the mamas and women caregivers. I love you and I see you and I hope you enjoy this I wrote just for you.

In this episode I play a song called Dear Mom by Shannon book a song that is for gold star moms, very touching song. I also pay tribute to 5 local Hero's to me in Antelope Valley, California. Walter Freeman Jr., Alan K. Walker, Christopher Leon, and Ryan J. Clark all from the Antelope Valley located in California. Please come listen in and help honor the ones that paid the ultimate price. Shannon Book- Dear Mom https://youtu.be/v2Ecdwk418k

Join us as we celebrate moms, look at biblical examples of mothers, and learn how to honor them. 

We just had a wedding!! Julianne and Boyd were married this past weekend and it made us think about the balancing act that they had to do between 3 different families. How can we help them in their balancing act? There are always going to be big events  that you have to attend with your coparent and possibly a significant other. How  can we make this easier on the kids?Over time this evolves too. It can also ebb and flow depending on your relationship with your ex.Polite and friendly should be the very least you should do. Dear Mom and Dad,The operative word here Mom and Dad is My events. You are a guest here and I ask you to act accordingly. My events include but are not limited to:1. My teacher's conferences.2. My athletic events.3. My musical recitals.4. My birthday party.5. My school plays.6. My school graduationsAnd later7. My Prom8. My going to college9. My weddingSo here are some guidelines which I ask if you can't follow, best you postpone coming until you can.Your Divorce, My EventMy life outside my family's divorce is very important to me. It is also what keeps me sane in this world called “figuring out two houses by myself.” Whenever I play soccer, I only want to focus on playing soccer. If divorced parents come to watch our games, I don't want the two of you to stand out. I also prefer you don't rush to bring your latest “squeeze” and I won't be able to tell you my preference. When you both have new people in your life, Dad I don't want you to call Mom's BF a Pr$%^& and Mom I don't want you to call Dad's GF a Wh)(&^*. Yes, this has happened to other kids way too often.If you use my events to vent your anger at each other, I suffer the most. I am embarrassed, ashamed, and I let my team down because I can't focus on the game. Keep your divorce out of my events! Don't use my events for your anger.Be concerned about me!Whenever you come to my teacher's conference remember why you are there. Hopefully, you are there to see how I am adjusting to being the child of divorced parents. My teacher's conference is not a place for you to compete for who is being a better parent. Ask my teacher how she thinks I am doing and what you can do to be a better parent for Me! My teacher's conference is an opportunity for you to find out about my welfare. It is an opportunity for you both to make my life easier by listening to my teacher's recommendations.Respect Me!My school graduations, music recitals, school plays, and even my birthday are my events. Therefore, Once again you are a guest! Ask me if I have any requests from you. Do I care if you sit together or apart? Let me know who is bringing me and who is taking me home. If you have feelings about any of the logistics, work it out with your therapist.I understand if I have one or two contentious divorced parents you will always sit away from each other. Don't scream or yell at each other it is my event. Never try to make me feel guilty if I hug both of you and am nice to both of you. Don't tell me I can't say Hi to my other parent or even try to keep me from greeting my other parent. Yes, this also happens all too often to kids. Once again remember this is an important event for me. Remember it is not about either of you!Move OnThe more you do your inner work and move on from the divorce the better things will be for me. I don't want to be your confidant. I have to figure out love after going through the trauma of my parent's divorce.And, I cannot figure out your love life so zip it. When I go off to college, leave home, get married, and/or all the normal things people do, I expect you both to be focused on what I need not each other and your unfinished business. By the time I get married and I have to figure out how to handle two families to my finances one please understand. Divorce doesn't have to be the end of the world. Divorce doesn't have to be the most traumatic event of a child's life. When parents divorce as adults, get an adequate support system, reinvent themselves, and move on we all benefit. So to recap:1. Remember it is my event and you are a guest.2. Remember no anger allowed at my event.3. Remember no unfinished business at my event.4. Remember I will be greeting and hugging both of you.5. Remember ask about how I am doing if appropriate.6. Remember I want all of us to happily land on our feet.It's pretty simple really. My events are important to me and for me. Please use them to be the great parent I know you can be.Lemonade moment of the week:Broken down car, Broken garage door, Rain, cold, Nothing could stop the wedding.Links:⦁ https://www.divorcemag.com/blog/how-to-attend-an-event-as-co-parents⦁ https://backbonepower.com/etiquette-for-divorced-parents-attending-their-childs-events/ ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

In this episode, we sit down and talk to Shannon.  He was a Corman in the Navy.  Shannon has been through a lot as he talks about his time in the military and how that has affected his music career.  He has recently developed a new song since this episode called Dear Mom that you can find on Spotify.  You can follow Shannon on Spotify to listen to all of his music.Help support our channel by subscribing to all of our channelswebsiteFacebookTwitterYouTube Join us on Facebook and Twitter, and watch our show on YouTubewe have several events posted on our events page, as well as a list of businesses that give military and veteran discounts. Check it out at Two Drunk Dudes in a Gun Room.HELP US STOP VETERAN SUICIDE. 1 IS 1 TOO MANY

"Dear Mom" is written and performed by former Navy Corpsman Shannon Book, along with his band,  Deliberately Broken. The song is born from a request Shannon received, to write a song about Gold Star Moms. For those unfamiliar with the term, a Gold Star Mom is a mom who has lost a son or daughter in military service. The term "Gold Star," when placed in front of the words wife, brother, sister, family, also refers to someone who has lost a loved one in military service. With the help of Operation Encore, and the extraordinary talent of people like Director Chris Martini and cinematographer Chad Campbell, Shannon and a cast of all military families spent a few days on set filming the powerful video for "Dear Mom."While the video reflects its military origins, the song has evolved to transcend military sacrifice. All you need to do is listen to the lyrics as if being spoken directly to you, by the person you miss. Then listen to it again, letting it wash over you - and let the bittersweet tears fall. In this episode, Shannon Book shares his personal story of service and working for years to see his dreams become reality. He shares insight on what it takes to never stop believing in that dream. He takes us behind the scenes of the filming, as well.

Lost time is never found again. -Benjamin Franklin 1. Pretend that your loved one is well again. In recovery. You receive a letter from him or her. Write what you want the letter to say. Hope for that. See this letter happening. Maybe your letter would say something like this: Dear Mom, Thank you for never giving up on me. I'm sorry for what I put you through when I was in active addiction. I said things I didn't mean. I did things I'm ashamed of. I am sorry. I love you forever. Your Son/Daughter What will your letter say? Write it. 2. Pretend that you're living in your purpose and making your life meaningful by serving others, by bringing value to others using your 'sweet spot' or gifts. What could someone say to you to help you feel like it was all worthwhile? What would your letter say? What if it sounded like this? Dear (Your Name) You have changed my life by bringing me hope. You changed the way I used to think about addiction. Now I see my child, the one that I had written off. Together, we're building a better relationship, even though his substance use hasn't completely stop. I know now that if he should die, I will have no regrets. Thank you, A Mom To buy the book: ⁠GO HERE.⁠ To join our support group: ⁠GO HERE⁠. To learn how to LISTEN to UNDERSTAND: ⁠Watch my YouTube TEDx⁠ Watch TEDx YouTube video on ⁠HOW TO STOP THE STIGMA⁠ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/michelle515/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/michelle515/support

Dear Mom and Dad: HELP! On this episode of YCSM, Brandon has media literacy and pattern recognition, Mario has incredible Skeletor, Snarf, and Krang impressions, and Bob eats a bee! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The word "modesty" seems old-fashioned and cringe-worthy now, doesn't it? It almost feels like an overused, abused word to mean: "rules matter most." We're here to take a different approach. We welcome Sonja's two other daughters back on the show today to finish our "Dear Mom" discussion on what we think of modesty today. What is modesty really, and should we be pursuing it? Who's body is it, anyway? What does it look like when you're married? Some quick highlights include: - Moms who already have kids grown up, what should we do as we look back on how we raised our girls? - Modesty is just a facet of being a Godly woman. - The definition of modesty and what truly matters (hint: it's not a list of rules!) - The balance of being humble in what you wear vs. making sure you take care of yourself

All 3 of Sonja's daughters get on the podcast with her today to talk about their experience with all-things modesty growing up. We deep dive on a rollercoaster (laden with tension AND humor) into some good memories, some not-so-great memories, and some memories we'd rather forget! See the up-close dynamics of what 3 sisters went through growing up in a great Christian church that had its flaws and living in a Christian family (that also had its flaws!). Part 1 of this conversation includes a lot about the growing up years and what the 3 daughters thought about how we dressed vs. Sonja's perspective of how she brought up her girls. What was it like growing up in "purity" culture and was it all bad? Listen to next week's episode (part 2) to find out what they all think now about how they grew up and what their opinions on "modesty" are now.

Every Tuesday, we will continue bringing you a new guest to join us for a candid conversation around the conflict they've experienced between professionalism and authenticity. Now, we have launching a new weekly series called Thursday Thoughts. During each conversation, we will share a current event that's impacting the culture as well as thoughts on how it's related to professionalism & authenticity. To close each episode, we will even leave you with thought starters that will help you reflect and continue your career growth. This week we discussed Mental Health within the Latino/a/x/e community. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/quientueres/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/quientueres/support

Embodiment is a popular buzz word in therapy and spirituality circles, but does it have something for Christians and those coming out of a Christian background? Dr. Hillary McBride joins us to figure it out. We discuss: the impact of purity culture on embodiment what embodiment is how God is embodied in Jesus and what that means for us high control religious environments and their influence on how we see our emotions For partners only! Join us in the Green Room this week to talk about this episode and all the other great ones in October. We've got TWO Green Rooms this month, one specifically for those of you in Australia who want to talk about our Purity Culture News episode on Andrew Thorburn, City on a Hill, and Essendon situation. Join us on Thursday October 27 at 8pm (AEDT) and 9pm (EST) We have an upcoming episode with Dr. Hillary McBride on mothers and body image, and we want your voices on it. Record a voice memo starting with "Dear Mom (or Mum or Mama or Oma or whatever you call your mother)" and tell her what you wish she knew about her body. Email it to wheredowegofromherepodcast@gmail.com .  Full show notes here Hillary L. McBride is a registered psychologist, an award-winning researcher, and a sought-after speaker who specializes in embodiment. McBride's clinical and academic work has been recognized by the American Psychological Association and the Canadian Psychological Association. She is an adjunct professor in the department of counseling psychology at the University of British Columbia and has a private counseling practice in Vancouver. She is the author of The Wisdom of Your Body, and Mothers, Daughters, and Body Image and coeditor of Embodiment and Eating Disorders. Connect with Hillary on Twitter and Instagram

Jade gets her daily routine disrupted by threats to her shop and has her first call on her Psychic Hotline in ages. This episode of All in the Cards Podcast was written by Ashley McAnelly and Morgan Valko.Music for this episode was composed by TheArsonist and produced by Scott Thomas.Featuring the voice talents of Ashley McAnelly as Jade, Scott Thomas as the Caller, Elie Hirschman as Joe, Elias Yates as Todd, James Solis as Chris, Shawn Yates as Eric, and Nicole Aronis as the summoner.Be sure to check us out on Facebook and Twitter. If you'd like to support the show, you can join our Patreon. Next week the Dear Mom mini-series gets its next installment!It's All in the Cards Podcast may not be suitable for all listeners, discretion is advised. 

When we feel we've lost ourselves in mothering, sometimes all we need to do is see ourselves through the eyes of our kids. To them, you are superhuman, the most beautiful person in the world and stronger than Superwoman. Mama, you're a freaking hero. I'm Janie -- mom of 4, wife, writer and joy coach -- and it's my heart to remind you that your spark is not gone. It's just been covered in mommy goo. In this episode of She Just Glows: The Podcast, you'll get a huge virtual hug in the form of a hypothetical letter from your child. And hopefully, after listening, you'll feel less stuck in a life you're just surviving. Posts mentioned in this episode: I Think I've Lost Myself In Mothering How + Why I Said Goodbye To Alcohol 4 Months Ago   Read 400+ inspiring posts and learn more about working with me as a private coaching client at She Just Glows. Connect with me on Instagram and Facebook, and subscribe to my YouTube channel for new videos each week.

**Bonus Mini-Series Teaser**Sam writes her first entry to her mother a year after she passes away. Written by Ashley McAnellyPerformed by Nichole GoodnightProduced by Scott ThomasIf you want more of this series, subscribe to our Patreon

Maureen Gaspari issues an open letter to the mothers of highly sensitive children. Episode 059: Dear Mom of a Highly Sensitive Child, I See You by Maureen Gaspari Maureen Gaspari is a writer, a wife and a mommy to two wonderful, energetic, highly sensitive little boys. She shares her family's personal journey with selective mutism, sensory processing difficulties, and raising highly sensitive children on her blog, https://othersideofsilent.blogspot.com. “My Book of Brave” is her first of many books she plans to publish to help children build self-confidence. The original post is located here: https://highlysensitiverefuge.com/mother-highly-sensitive-child/ Visit Me Online at OLDPodcast.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We posted a box titled "I NEED ADVICE" and we got hundreds of submissions from you asking for help in tough situations. Your besties, Britt & Sam, answered a handful of questions and gave their best input on each situation. We will get to more questions in future episodes!

Are strict rules really necessary for dating? What about talking to your kids about sex? What about your adult kids dating? Sonja's 3 daughters, Julia, Ashli Prieskorn, and Jenna Dalton, overtake the podcast today to spill all about what Sonja and Kevin did during their high school years all the way up until all 3 of them them got married. We get to tell some of our horror stories as well as some of our great experiences on the rollercoaster (or really, battle ground!) that is American dating. I (Julia) remember when my girl friends used to say, "You talk to your dad about your crush?" and I couldn't help but be thankful that I had the kind of relationship with my dad (and my mom) that I had with them growing up. We could ask them anything (not that we always took them up on that offer, though!). But what did it take for Sonja and Kevin to cultivate healthy relationships between their kid and their kid's significant other where they were involved only as much as they needed to be (they weren't always perfect, and we'll tell you all about it)? We talk about all the rules, mistakes, and differences between our 3 lives as sisters under the same roof, and what we think of it all now. FREE GUIDE: go to bigmomentmentor.com/victory Or click on this link: Everyday Victory Over Conflict: 4 Steps for a Powerful Pivot from Surviving to Thriving Other Episodes We Talk About Dating in High School: Episode 19: My Teenager Wants to Date, What Do I Do? Episode 8: Good Luck With the Teenage Years, Other Self-Fulfilling Prophecies, + Should We Really Leave Our Teens Alone?

Amanda Sewell is a homeschooling mom of 6 and recently returned to the US from the mission field. In the latest episode of The Simplified Organization show, Amanda shares what she's learned about feeling stuck and how to get out of that mental mire of discouragement.

LaKeisha Entsuah  is a wife and mom of three  girls. She is the founder of Well Beauty Lab. She has always had a deep love of science and making things from scratch.  Coupled with her 12 years in biologics manufacturing and clinical research, creating beauty products was an easy transition. Inspired by her own struggles managing the symptoms of PCOS and the struggles of taking care of yourself when you have young children, LaKeisha is here to share all that she has learned, hoping to inspire a few people along the way. On the podcast we chatted about:-All things relating to motherhood.-How busy moms can prioritize themselves.-How moms can stay healthy this year.- How stress shows up in our bodies and what we can do about it.-The importance of moms asking for help.-The lies moms tell themselves and the problem with that.-Ways moms can incorporate self care.You can find LaKeisha at: www.wellbeautylab.com----Please rate my podcast!----Follow me:www.instagram.com/stayathomemomyeahrightwww.facebook.com/stayathomemomyeahright

On today's episode, John-Henry speaks with Detroit-based songwriter and LifeSite donor Paul Lubanski, who originally wrote and composed LSNTV's first music video production "Dear Mom," about the inspiration behind the song and his reversion to the Catholic faith. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.