Podcast appearances and mentions of doc martens

1995 was a transitional year for what was known as “Alternative” music, as it started to become a melting pot of old and new styles in the post grunge world. Bands like Foo Fighters and Bush carried a little of the old grunge ideals, but with a more radio friendly style. Britpop and electronic based music started to become very popular. Huge albums from Alannis Morissette and The Smashing Pumpkins showed that songs about introspection, melody and evolution could be wildly popular. Also, with alternative bands having huge album sale numbers, Grammy wins and heavy rotation on MTV, the word alternative started to seem ironic. Alternative or indie rock had become mainstream and everyone had access, from angsty teens to their parents. Regardless of what it was called, the rock music of 1995 was still awesome. Call it alternative, or indie, or just rock. There was a plethora of styles, singers and bands to choose from and they were all very memorable. So this week we're making a 1995 alternative playlist of our favorites from a great year. So strap on your Doc Martens and fire up your favorite CD on your detachable face car stereo and let's jam out to some awesome music.   Pandora: https://pandora.app.link/iq8iShjXOLb Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/totally-80s-and-90s-recall/id1662282694  Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/11dk5TUoLUk4euD1Te1EYG?si=b37496eb6e784408  Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/1960c8f9-158d-43ac-89a6-d868ea1fe077/totally-80s-and-90s-recall  YouTube Podcasts: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLH9lGakNgCDZUkkHMUu88uXYMJu_33Rab&si=xo0EEVJRSwS68mWZ   Playlists: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/29XHlO0030iUUOBErgMunD?si=FeTrOqFPSdGXREvpC2W9PA  Apple: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/1995-alternative/pl.u-JPAZzKGIW5r8gY?ls Amazon: https://music.amazon.com/user-playlists/1984a9049a68452890517d1a3d91f121sune?marketplaceId=ATVPDKIKX0DER&musicTerritory=US&ref=dm_sh_9qtmxa9oKLhm9pOyYgb1DcCkZ   Contact Us: Website: https://totally80s90srecall.podbean.com/  Email: 80s90srecall@gmail.com LinkTree:https://linktr.ee/80s90srecall

Watch the best scene reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiEeUQ6nzx4 Get to know the writer: What is your screenplay about? Shesafella, a modern twist on Cinderella, is about a kind-hearted teen forced into servitude by a ruthless stepmother and closeted stepbrothers, who defies the odds with help from her butch fairy godmother. At a Ball, she wins Princess's heart but vanishes, leaving behind a single Doc Martens shoe. Princess's Instagram posts spark a citywide search, and Shesafella must outsmart her family, reclaim her true self, and fight for her happily ever after. What genres does your screenplay fall under? Fantasy, romance, fairy tale, LGBTQ Why should this screenplay be made into a movie? Cinderella movies (Ever After, Ella Enchanted, A Cinderella Story) are beloved for their timeless themes: rags to riches, kindness over cruelty, and finding one's voice. But they've all followed the same blueprint—a girl meeting a boy. Shesafella flips the script. It's a girl meeting a girl, in a joyful, queer reimagining that feels both long overdue and perfectly timed. This is the inclusive fairy tale audiences have been waiting for. Subscribe to the podcast: https://twitter.com/wildsoundpod https://www.instagram.com/wildsoundpod/ https://www.facebook.com/wildsoundpod

We are joined by real life bffs and on screen teenage lovers, Majandra Delfino and Brendan Fehr from The Ex-Files podcast. The two co-stars reminisce about their first kiss on the iconic TV series–Roswell and how Majandra’s teenage diary has come to haunt them today. They’ve brought a very special Early Aughts cart to the show for a nostalgic walk down memory lane which includes first kisses, flammable flight jackets, Drakkar Noir and Doc Martens. Please note, Add To Cart contains mature themes and may not be appropriate for all listeners. To see all products mentioned in this episode, head to @addtocartpod on Instagram. To purchase any of the products, see below. Majandra’s list: Doc Marten of choice Vintage glasses Liquid Eyeshadow BlackBerry Bold Brendan’s list: Starter Jacket Shreddies Cologne of choiceSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Brace yourselves - emo music is coming; JP Morrell: Troy Henry DID TOO change his contract before it was finalized; How awkward is it gonna get on City Council during the Mayoral race?

This week we continue our coverage of the Night Demon / Cirith Ungol run of shows through Europe in September 2024. We pick up the narrative with a stressful day of air travel from Italy to London, with flight delays and a long ride from the airport to the gig at the famous Underworld venue in Camden. The boys scrambled to set everything up in time, and were rewarded by a packed house on a Monday night. You will hear how a towering Rocky struggled with the low ceiling, how the merch queue was relentless all night, and how Brian got locked out of backstage without a wristband, The show and the afterparty were a big success, and the band looked forward to having the next two days off.Become a subscriber today at nightdemon.net/subscriber. This week, subscribers have access to the bonus content below:Streaming Audio: Full show - London, UK - September 16, 2024 Listen at nightdemon.net/podcast or anywhere you listen to podcasts! Follow us on Instagram Like us on Facebook

Do you fart in front of people? Brett Cooper VS The Daily Wire, Tony Buzbee VS Jay-Z. Andrea is a YouTube Live regular. Chain wallets and Doc Martens. Mike shamed a co worker, Y asks his wife how her day was for the first time in 3 years and Batboy! If you want follow us online   https://twitter.com/theIn4mous  https://www.instagram.com/theinfamous4/  http://theinfamous4.com/ 

This week, Miles Nolte dons “gum boots” and plays Santa at the Kiwi hatchery pond, we ruin Christmas by forgetting that water freezes when it's cold, glue two pairs of waders together and hope our Doc Martens stay dry, and make our wives pick out super-complicated lures for us. 

Put on your... Doc Martens? We're going dancing! On this week's show, guests Jaz and Nathan join me from Cardiff to help wrap up the year in Welsh music, talk favourite shows, and to curate our very own post punk night, inspired by Clwb Ifor Bach's Drunk Tank. Tune in for classics and new faves! Check out Jaz's wonderful art here. Music this week by: Adwaith, Sage Todz, Kizzy Crawford, Girlband!, Soft Play, Pom Poko, Chloe Qisha, Sprints, Snapped Ankles, New Order, Goat Girl, Amyl and the Sniffers, Talking Heads, HMS Morris, Hot Chip, Sleaford Mods, Chroma, Lice, Flat Party, Pys Melyn, Gruff Rhys. Find this week's playlist here. Do try and support artists directly! Touch that dial and tune in live! We're on at CFRC 101.9 FM in Kingston, or on cfrc.ca, Sundays 8 to 9:30 PM! Like what we do? CFRC is in the middle of its annual funding drive! Donate to help keep our 102-year old station going! Get in touch with the show for requests, submissions, giving feedback or anything else: email yellowbritroad@gmail.com, Twitter @⁠YellowBritCFRC⁠, IG @⁠yellowbritroad⁠. PS: submissions, cc music@cfrc.ca if you'd like other CFRC DJs to spin your music on their shows as well.

In dieser Folge tauchen wir in die faszinierende Welt der Mode ein! Gemeinsam mit Stilberaterin Yvonne sprechen wir über vier ikonische Mode Must Haves: das Barett, der Trenchcoat, Doc Martens und Schlaghosen. Wir werfen einen Blick auf ihre historischen Ursprünge und erkunden, wie wir diese Klassiker heute modern stylen können. Hier der Link zum Pinterest Board: https://de.pinterest.com/YvonneWillmsStilberatung/styling-tipps-weiberspeck-podcast/   Hier der Link zum Stilfindungs-Guide: https://myablefy.com/s/yvonnewillms-stilberatung/stil-guide/payment 

Broadway's latest stars Rachel Zegler and Kit Connor breezed into the Run-Through podcast studio impeccably dressed and ready to talk tragedy. The duo plays Romeo and Juliet in director Sam Gold's youthful interpretation of the Shakespeare classic, including original scoring from Jack Antonoff, vaping, and a Doc Martens-wearing Juliet. Gold has likened the aesthetic to a Troye Sivan music video, while Zegler assured co-hosts Chloe Malle and Liam Hess that her Juliet definitely had a brat girl summer. Connor and Zegler share their journey from starting as strangers to dying eight times a week together, navigating fashion while coming into fame, and what it's like to watch Antonoff work. The show has been extended through February after opening on October 24th. Plus, a few of our beloved Vogue staffers gave us a breakdown of their Halloween costumes. From Vogue Runway's Jose Criales-Unzueta channeling his big wavy hair to become Charli XCX to Vogue's senior editor Naomi Elizee's Hallo-meme party, the Vogue offices were filled with Spooktacular looks.

Introducing Kit Connor and Rachel Zegler are Romeo and Juliet | Plus Vogue Gets Spooky! from The Run-Through with Vogue.Follow the show: The Run-Through with Vogue Broadway's latest stars Rachel Zegler and Kit Connor breezed into the Run-Through podcast studio impeccably dressed and ready to talk tragedy. The duo plays Romeo and Juliet in director Sam Gold's youthful interpretation of the Shakespeare classic, including original scoring from Jack Antonoff, vaping, and a Doc Martens-wearing Juliet. Gold has likened the aesthetic to a Troye Sivan music video, while Zegler assured co-hosts Chloe Malle and Liam Hess that her Juliet definitely had a brat girl summer. Connor and Zegler share their journey from starting as strangers to dying eight times a week together, navigating fashion while coming into fame, and what it's like to watch Antonoff work. The show has been extended through February after opening on October 24th. Plus, a few of our beloved Vogue staffers gave us a breakdown of their Halloween costumes. From Vogue Runway's Jose Criales-Unzueta channeling his big wavy hair to become Charli XCX to Vogue's senior editor Naomi Elizee's Hallo-meme party, the Vogue offices were filled with Spooktacular looks. DISCLAIMER: Please note, this is an independent podcast episode not affiliated with, endorsed by, or produced in conjunction with the host podcast feed or any of its media entities. The views and opinions expressed in this episode are solely those of the creators and guests. For any concerns, please reach out to team@podroll.fm.

Title by Laine Phillips Mouldarolla is pretty attached to her shoes, but her dad's new partner is definitely not. Also, her dad's a bitch. Song List: "It's So Hard to be Alive", "Can't Afford to Lose", "Put Your Mouth on Me", "Ruining My Life (i'm the muthafucking moon)", "It's Sad and Okay" Cast: Zoë Harlen, Brenna Glazebrook, Morgan Phillips, and Ian Andrew on keys. Teched by Imogen Whittaker Edited by Morgan Phillips

Send us a textTonight we welcome Rich Davis and Steve Shaffer- for two big stories! First- Rich and Steve were bandmates in "Mystic Force"- and "Mystic Force" is going to release their whole catalog plus some bonus materials on "High Roller Records" which should be released on 2025. Also- their current band is "Kingdom in Flames" and they have a new video coming out for the song "Black Widow" and a full length release "Inside The Upside Down" is  planned for January 1, 2025. The "Black Widow" video is scheduled to be released in October of 2024. We also discussed Steve Shaffer's band- Doc Marten and The Flannelswww.kingdominflamesband.comwww.docmartenandtheflannels.comwww.richdavismusic.comThanks again for tuning in- you can find our main website at www.fowlplayersradio.com with all of our episodes. Our most recent three seasons and some best of episodes in video format can be found at youtube.com/@fowlplayersradio. Please hit the like and subscribe button and leave an honest reviewPlease support our guests in their endeavors. Buying books, cds, t-shirts, and tickets to shows make great experiences as well as great gifts and greatly help keep these folks going. It is also very much appreciated by the artists.#michaelspedden #fowlplayersradio #fowlplayersofperryville #madiganswaterfront #westernmarylandscenicrailroad #5thcompanybrewing #suskyriverbeveragecompany #marylandpartyboat#richdavis #richdavismusic #kingdominflames #mysticforce #kingdominflamesband #docmartenandtheflannels #steveshafferwww.fowlplayersradio.comwww.thefowlplayersofperryville.com#michaelspedden#fowlplayersradio#fowlplayersofperryville@fowl_radio@SpeddenMichaelwww.youtube.com/@fowlplayersradiowww.patreon.com/fowlplayersradiobuymeacoffee.com/fowlplayerwwww.fowlplayersradio.comwww.thefowlplayersofperryville.com#michaelspedden#fowlplayersradio#fowlplayersofperryville@fowl_radio@SpeddenMichaelwww.youtube.com/@fowlplayersradiowww.patreon.com/fowlplayersradiobuymeacoffee.com/fowlplayerw

Throwin' back to that embarrassing thing you wore! 

Today is the anniversary of TJ's death, and we're discussing Jaj's two-year journey of grief and healing with some real talk, tears, and the frustrating, unexpected waves that come with loss. But don't worry, it's not all heavy—because who doesn't love a good mix of tears and laughter?On a lighter note, fall is coming in hot (or should we say, cool?), and we're dishing on our favorite autumn trends. We're talking cozy vibes, our obsession with all things brown, and debating if Uggs and Doc Martens are really “out” (spoiler: we're keeping them forever). Plus, we serve up two easy, delish chicken recipes you'll want to make every day—because clearly, this has turned into a food show now.

Audio services where provided by Eli Teheran, local SoFlo Audio Engineer, be sure to check out his work with the link provided below:https://www.instagram.com/elie_teheran/We're back bitchs! with a bang—and this time, we're recording from in the closet! Yes, you heard that right. Dive into the madness, as we navigate the hilarious chaos of life changes. Starting with Dave's unexpected move back to his mom's place. Due to a roach-infested apartment and ridiculous rent hikes. With his new recording studio set up in a closet. Side note: never thought I would be back in there. To Karissa's brilliant idea of turning it into a dominatrix domain. Make sure, mom does find it, keeping it on the down low.Taking you on a rollercoaster of wild and zany discussions. From the challenges of skyrocketing rent, and shitty landlords. To the bittersweet reality of helping out family, we lay it all bare. As we blaze through our favorite strains, and the last of our stash. We venture into deep and offbeat territory—discussing environmental doom. The decline of small businesses, and the culinary delights. Such as local macaroon shops in Des Moines. Expecting rants about the hypocrisy in our world is our go to. The "eco-warriors" in Doc Martens questionable practices. Tips n' tricks on discovering the real way of doing fine dining. Join us for a raw, unfiltered, and wild conversation. We're blend devil's lettuce-fueled banter. With real talk, and navigating the ups and downs of life. Now, Dave's back in the closet studio. Buckle up for laughter, insights, and unexpected twists in this wild episode!The host of American groove is Karissa Andrews. A licensed aesthetician, makeup artist and lover of pugs. The best part is that you can check out her work on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/americangroovepod We have a magical link below with all our socials and handle so you can find us on your favorite pod spot.https://linktr.ee/lostinthegroove Karissa's name for the week is "Up in Smoke"

With 10+ years in strategic data-marketing, digital, AI and management consulting across sectors like automotive, travel, pharma, and BPO, Fabien Cros has been recognized for his knack to develop and deploy impactful, data-driven solutions. His expertise spans data consulting, AI solutions, UX, marketing analytics, and more. In this episode, Fabien shares successful case studies, such as Patagonia and Decathlon, demonstrating how companies can transition to more sustainable business models and achieve higher profitability. Also, learn practical advice and strategies that can be directly applied to a company's business operations, helping make informed decisions and drive impact.    Why you have to check out today's podcast: Discover how to incorporate sustainability into your business models and pricing strategies, gaining valuable insights along the way Gain in-depth knowledge and practical advice on leveraging sustainability as a competitive advantage, backed by real-world examples and data Learn why there is a significant untapped market for sustainability-focused products and services, making it relevant for businesses aiming to capture new customer segments and drive profitability   "Go in depth, over-segment your market because you need to understand this new trend emerging around sustainability. Because it's a major untapped market for a lot of brands and companies." - Fabien Cros    Topics Covered: 01:52 - How he got into pricing 03:43 - Introducing the concept of integrating pricing strategies with sustainability goals 10:25 - Discussing the challenges and benefits of integrating sustainability into pricing strategies 14:23 - Delving deeper into the concept of sustainability in pricing -- that sustainability is more than just a feature; it's a fundamental shift in business practices 18:30 - Acknowledging challenges integrating sustainability in pricing but also highlighting growing consumer awareness and regulatory pressures around sustainability 22:46 - The potential for sustainability as a competitive advantage in pricing strategies 27:21 - Examples of large companies successfully integrating sustainable practices 30:23 - Fabien's best pricing advice   Key Takeaways: "What we say with Pricing for the Planet is, move to what we call 21st century concept which is value-based pricing. That way you can create additional revenue and additional profits. That way you can invest into sustainability." - Fabien Cros  "The data is showing us that you have a subset of the population. They're so passionate and they're so convinced that it's crucial that you cannot forget this market and this market segment could actually fuel a lot of the money and a lot of the financial need that is required to move to a more sustainable business model." - Fabien Cros “We are trying to convey this message that sustainability could be viewed as a feature for the end users, but it's a new way of doing business.” - Fabien Cros    People/Resources Mentioned: Accenture: https://www.accenture.com/ Stephan Liozu: https://impactpricing.com/podcast/582-segmentation-strategies-uncovered-driving-revenue-through-focus-and-value-with-stephan-liozu/ Schneider Electric: https://www.se.com/ww/en/ Patagonia: https://www.patagonia.com/home/ Doc Martens: https://us.rewair.drmartens.com/ BCG: https://www.bcg.com Michelin: https://www.michelinman.com Decathlon: https://www.decathlon.com   Connect with Fabien Cros: LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/fabien-cros-3b66a332/ Website: https://www.pricingfortheplanet.com/   Connect with Mark Stiving: LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/stiving/ Email: mark@impactpricing.com  

Yuky & Jobst im Gespräch mit Elke. Wir sprechen über Upper Michigan, die Green Bay Packers, Bereicherung für den Genpool, umsichtige Trump-Wähler, das Erlebnis eines Exorzismus, Folk, eskapistische Naturdokus, schlechte Musik, durch Kassetten aus dem Christian Devotee Shop direkt zu Earth Crisis, Crystal Meth & New Day Rising, Tooth & Nail Records, Maschinenbauer & Berufssoldat, Entwicklung von Kampfflugzeugen, Eiche-P34-Garnitur, Masken & Waffen an den Wänden, Karriere bei der Bundeswehr, BoFrost-Gerichte zubereiten, lange versuchen zu gefallen, mit Nirvana kam das Fuck You-Bewusstsein, "Ein Pferd ist ein Tier, das dem Mensch nach dem Leben trachtet", Doc Martens ohne bzw. mit weißen Schnürsenkeln, ernsthafte Essstörungen, therapeutische Begleitung, the four stages of grief, Therapeutin mit Guido Westerwelle-Biografie im Schrank, Banana Peel Slippers, Legenden sagen dass Agnostic Front mal in Troisdorf gespielt, schlaue & politische & witzige Leute, das Thekenbuch vom Jugendkulturcafé, alle Suchen nach Sicherheit & Geborgenheit in eine Szene, sich hinter Codes verstecken, nicht Mainstream sein wollen, die Bonner Skateboard-Szene, die alten Leute von Revolution Inside, Painted Thin im Bla, qualitativ fragwürdige Artikel unter dem Namen E-Punkt, Gardinen für den Tourbus, Gerechtigskeitssinn gepaart mit krimineller Energie, sich wie ein Oddball fühlen, unnahbar sein, sich in einer geschlechtslosen Szene wohlfühlen, sich mit Band-Shirts auf der Strasse eigenartig fühlen, die Band Lack, Forstella Ford, keine demokratische Entscheidungsfindung, Kind ohne Vater, solide Männer im Umfeld, ein imaginärer Freund, Altkatholische Theologie auf Priesteramt, brotlose Kunst, Leichenwaschen auf dem Venusberg, Jobs bei Der Annonce, Hausdurchsuchung durch den Staatsschutz, langes Verhör, Scheckkartenbetrug, Miniskusriss beim Baseball, die Midlife Crisis, Yuky is der größte Punk von allen, Zeitfenster für andere reservieren, Verbindlichkeit & Solidarität, was Schönes mit Gemüse essen, bodily fluids bandanas, Tendenz-Veganerin, uvm. Drei Songs für die Empfehlungs-Playlist: - Ein Lieblingssong der 20-jährigen Elke: STILL LIFE - Song about Love - Ein gerade neu entdeckter Song: MEAGRE MARTIN - Please clap - Ein Song, der weder English noch Deutsch ist: FRANÇOIZ BREUT - Le Ravin

Cat Willett is a Brooklyn-based artist. She has written, illustrated, and published two full-length books. The first is The Queen of Wands: The Story of Pamela Colman Smith, the Artist Behind the Rider-Waite Tarot Deck. Her newest book, Women of Tarot, An Illustrated History of Divinators, Card Readers, and Mystics is out next week. Cat is fascinated by tarot as a facet of art history, and her work aims to elevate the women behind its evolution. She's dedicated the last few years to telling these magical stories in her published books, both of which feature her own research and gorgeous artwork. Cat also makes illustrated comics about parenting, motherhood, gender, and animals, and she is a regular contributor to The Washington Post. Other clients and publications include The New York Times, Apple, Doc Martens, the Museum of Arts + Design, and the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, and she is available for select freelance work and projects as well. On this episode, Cat discusses visionary tarot artists such as Pamela Colman Smith and Lady Frieda Harris, the illuminating power of illustration, and the divinely feminine history of divination.Pam also talks about tarot's impact on the arts, and answers a listener question about witchly concerns regarding a religious pre-school. Our sponsors for this episode are Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, Sphere + Sundry, BetterHelp, The Queer Witches of Maude's Paperwing Gallery, and Snowy Owl Tea.Please consider donating to Pam's fundraiser for the Palestine Children's Relief FundWe also have brand new print-on-demand merch like Witch Wave shirts, sweatshirts, totes, stickers, and mugs available now here.And if you want more Witch Wave, please consider supporting us on Patreon to get access to detailed show notes, bonus Witch Wave Plus episodes, Pam's monthly online rituals, and more! That's patreon.com/witchwave

Doc Martens' profits took a dive this week. Sarah McGuinness, Assistant News Editor at the Business Post, joins us to explain.

Opening music: Fred Gillen Jr. "Land Of Hope" Match Against A New Moon www.fredgillenjr.com Matt Turk "Without Her" - Washington Arms www.turktunes.com Red Molly "Beaumont Rest Stop" - Love And Other Tragedies www.redmolly.com Frank Migliorelli & The Dirt Nappers "If There's Nothing Left" - City Eastern Serenade www.frankmigliorelli.com Davey O "Some Days" - Some Days www.daveyo.com **************** Rachael Sage "Flowers For Free" - Another Side www.rachaelsage.com Grace Morrison "Get Along" - Maybe Modern www.gracemorrison.com Kellie Loder "Can't Go Back" - Transitions www.kellieloder.com Jess Novak & Ben Wayne "Sink" - Sonrise www.jessrocknovak.com iskwe "Waiting For The Laughter" - nina iskwe.com Dave Curl "Lockdown" (featuring Madliv) - www.davecurl.com Jonathan Byrd & The Pickup Cowboys "When The Well Runs Dry" - s/t www.jonathanbyrd.com Elliott Murphy "Old-Timer" - www.elliottmurphy.com ************************ Ivytide "Doc Martens" - Portable Darkrooms www.ivytide.com Soraia "Union City Blue" www.soraia.com Mest "Barely Hanging On" - Youth mestmusic.com Thomas Nicholas Band "Just Leave It" - We're Gonna Be OK www.facebook.com/TINband Bad Mary "The Floor Is Lava" - Trash & Glamour www.badmaryband.com For Closure "Hazy Mourning" - Hazy Mourning https://www.facebook.com/ForClosureLA/ Royal Castles "Stage Fright" - Stage Fright www.royalcastlesband.com The Trews "Permission" - Wanderer www.thetrewsmusic.com --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/radiocblue/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/radiocblue/support

In this episode, Fr. Lorenzo chats with the Rev Canon Jaime Edwards Acton. Fr. Jaime is the rector of St. Stephen's Church in Hollywood. When he arrived, he knew that they had just a few years of money and that traditional methods of church financing would not work. Here, he tells us the story of how social enterprise made the difference.Reverend Canon Jaime Edwards-Acton has been the rector at St. Stephen's for over a decade and has helped build the parish into a vibrant, thriving ministry in Hollywood. More comfortable in jeans and Doc Martens than dress slacks and loafers, Rev. Jaime approaches the story of Jesus as an opportunity to share insight and to begin a conversation. After each sermon, parishioners at St. Stephen's are welcome and encouraged to respond and introduce interpretations of their own - creating a vibrant and multi-faceted spiritual interaction each and every week. More in-depth: https://www.trytank.org/hollywood.html  Website: https://www.ststephenshollywood.org/The Delaney Wright Fine Arts PreschoolEmail for Jaime: hopeinhollywood@gmail.com 

A Humiliated woman continues her narrative. By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. But before I could think too much about Stephanie's implied jealously toward Tara, Stephanie moved things along. "So Tim; what was this 'wild' thing you saw?" "Well," I began, conjuring up the images I had witnessed, "I was doing some prep for the grad ceremony after school, and I forgot my bag in Ms. Dorman's room. I went back to get it on my way out and,” the pause wasn't so much for dramatic effect as much as it was me still not totally believing what I saw. “ I saw Ms. Dorman bent over her desk. Getting fucked from behind."Stephanie's folding stopped. "What?" she said, excitedly, finally looking up at me. "Yeah, no shit," I chuckled, "she had her skirt up around her waist and she was getting fucking RAILED. And not by her fiance!" "Oh my God, who was it?" Stephanie blurted, raising an excited hand to her cheek, dropping her cold exterior to revel in the hot gossip. I looked her dead in the eyes. I knew the answer to this would elicit a response from her, and I wanted to see it. "Mr. Ridley," I said. Stephanie looked away from me. "Oh really?" she said flatly. She grabbed the shirt she had been folding and got up off the bed, heading towards her closet. "Good for him," she said, her back to me. "Yeah, Ms. Dorman actually caught me watching, we talked about it afterward," I continued, my eyes watching her back for any sign of expression, "she and her fiance are in a sexless rut, and Ridley kept hounding her, so she decided to give in. They do it every couple weeks or so, but she doesn't seem to find it very satisfying, I definitely don't think he's making her cum." "Hmph, not surprising," she reflexively chortled. That was it, that was something I was looking for. There definitely was something to her story of lost virginity, but I wasn't sure what. I needed to find out. "Stephanie, that story you told me the other night, about how you lost your virginity, was it true?" "Why does it matter?" She said, idling at the closet, her back still to me, "I was a virgin, I got fucked, and then I wasn't. Who cares how it happened?" "I care," I said, attempting to break through her defenses, "I care about, you." It wasn't a lie. Her fidgeting stopped and she turned towards me, a reticent look on her face. I was starting to put the picture together. "It was Ridley, wasn't it?" I said, a gross taste at the back of my mouth as I said it. "Just maybe not exactly like you described?" Stephanie paused a moment, a far away look on her face, then moved over to the bed. She climbed in and wedged herself between the pillows at her headboard, knees tucked up almost under her chin. She took a deep breath. "I had such a crush on him," she began. My stomach went cold. Ugh. Ridley. "I thought I was such hot shit - I had jerked a few guys off, but that was it, really. Didn't matter though, I thought I was the queen of sex and seduction. You start to see what you can do to a man, to his cock, and you start to feel powerful." She wasn't lying. I knew from first hand experience how powerful a woman can be with your cock in her hand. "He was the hot young teacher, all the girls talked dirty about him. He flirted with everyone, So when he became the assistant coach, I decided I was going to do what the other girls wouldn't dare; I was going to fuck him." I moved over to where she was, and sat on the edge of the bed. "On a tournament trip?" I asked, breathlessly. "No," she continued, "I had made it a point to start flirting back, and one day after practice It was just him and me putting the equipment away. It was quiet, we were alone, so I went up to him and grabbed his cock." My pants started to tighten. Decency be damned, her taboo story was making me hard. "He groaned and smiled," she went on, "and I reached in and pulled it out. I hadn't seen that many dicks at that point, and his was the first that was curved, which was interesting." I chuckled. This little detail confirmed her story was true. "I was rubbing his cock, jerking him off, and I kept wanting to go in to kiss him, but he just wouldn't shut the fuck up, so I'm standing there, jacking his cock, and he's going 'yeah, that's it, yeah, jerk it' like some fucking porno!" "Oh wow, that's classy," I said sarcastically. This supposed lothario of a teacher seemed to be a real jackass. "So I'm jerking him off, and he starts going 'yeah, you want it? You want that cock, baby?' and I mean, despite it being less than the sexiest thing I've ever experienced, it was what I came for, and as you know I always keep my word,” visions of Stephanie by my side at the prom flashed in my head as I nodded. "And so I just said 'yeah, baby, i want that cock!'" She shook her head in embarrassment. "My God, I can't believe I actually said that,'' she chuckled. "Well, in any event, that seemed to be all the invitation he needed," she sighed, "because as soon as I said that, he grabbed me, spun me around and started squeezing my tits." That cold twinge of jealousy grew into my stomach, but it was more than just jealousy. The thought of Ridley grabbing her tits, poking into her back with his hard, bent cock made me a little angry. He was a total tool, and he was getting to have this experience with Stephanie, a girl who definitely deserved better. "It was a pretty exhilarating experience. My cunt is wet, is what I'm saying, so when he started pawing at my shorts, I didn't stop him, and I reached down and helped him out." My cock throbbed at the imagery, I wished it was me sliding her pants off. "So he yanks my shorts and panties down," she said with a bit of a pause. Her eyes got kind of far away for a moment as she conjured up the memory. "And he bends me over. I'm grasping for anything to stabilize myself, and he's just saying 'you want this cock, don't you? You want me to give it to you?' and I wasn't lying when I said 'yes, give me that cock!' like a goddamn pornstar." Her legs shifted together a bit at this moment. I couldn't tell if it was from arousal or embarrassment. "So I'm expecting, I don't know what I was expecting, I guess a bit more tenderness? A bit of foreplay? Some consideration at all of my own needs at the very least, but instead, as I'm there bent over the equipment rack, I hear him spit into his hand. Then I feel the head of his cock line itself up between my cunt lips, and he just starts to push into me. There wasn't any pain, like I said, I sure was wet, but it was just a very sudden, surprising experience. I gasped, and he kept pushing, and my body keeps taking him in, and then I feel his hips against my thighs; I've got his whole cock inside me. I wanted to take a minute to get used to it all, but he immediately starts pulling out, and then he thrusts back in. I feel him grab my hips with both hands, and then he just starts pumping. He's fucking me. It feels good, but it's all so overwhelming, I can't really focus on anything. I'm gasping for a controlled breath, and he's just pounding away at me, grunting, saying "yeah, take it, take that cock, you volleyball girls are built for fucking!'" She laughed a bit at the ridiculousness of what was being said. I cringed. "So he's fucking me, pretty uncontrolled and erratically, and just as I'm starting to get used to the sensation, he pulls out of me, grunts loudly, and starts cumming on the back of my leg." "Again," I said, "real classy." She laughed in agreement. "Yeah, I mean it was all over so fast, and now there I was, leaning against an equipment rack, dripping with spunk, trying to figure out what the hell I just experienced" she laughed again. "Then to put the cherry on it, he slaps my ass, and says 'thanks babe,' in a gross 'bro voice,' can you believe it?" "I can, actually," I said. What a twat this guy was. "And so that was it," she concluded, "it was just the one time, and we never even really talked to each other for the rest of the season." "What'd the other girls say when you told them?" "I didn't. I just, I don't know, like I'm not mad about it or anything, but it just wasn't, it just wasn't worth talking about." We sat in silence for a moment. I looked at Stephanie. She deserved so much better. He could have felt those long, shimmering legs wrapped around him, felt her wet cunt grip his cock and pulsate as she orgasmed. He could have heard her squeal in delight as he took her nipple into his mouth. This gorgeous creature in front of me deserved to be worshiped and experienced, not treated like a kleenex. He didn't even kiss her. Silently, I shifted up next to her on the bed. She looked me in the eye. Her long legs stretched out in front of her. She had let her guard down. I reached my hand up and gently touched her face. She didn't flinch. I ran my thumb gently over her lips. Those full, luscious lips of her, he didn't even kiss them. So I did. It was electric. I heard her exhale quietly as our lips touched, and she let out a low moan as my tongue slipped into her mouth. I felt her hand touch my leg. It squeezed. Our lips glided over each other, and we began to pull each other close, when all of a sudden she broke our embrace and pushed away. No words were said, but the look on her face was one of trepidation. At this point, despite all the times she'd blown me, jerked me off, or all the times I'd eaten her out or sucked her nipples, we had never kissed. We had crossed a line into a new level of intimacy, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. What it meant. What I meant. I looked down and saw her hand gripping my thigh, oh so close to my hard cock. I reached down, took her hand off my leg, and put it back beside her. I would love to have felt her hand on my cock again, on my swollen balls, but this wasn't about me. It was about her. About experiencing her. About showing her that I was real. Putting her hand down by her side, I reached back up, cupped her cheek, and smiled at her. She closed her eyes. She was nervous. I leaned in and felt the heat of her breath on my face as we kissed once more. Her nervousness broke, her body relaxed, and I felt her tongue enter my mouth as I pulled her close. Our tongues sparred with each other slowly, passionately. She wrapped her arms around my head, and my hands ran up and down her body. We languished in each others' mouths with deliberate kisses. My lips and tongue loved on hers, sliding away for hot excursions to her neck and jawline that elicited shallow gasps from Stephanie before my lips joined hers once again. My hard cock pressed into her hip, and her legs began to slide back and forth against each other in arousal. Without ever leaving the safety of her lips, my free hand slid down her body, past the swell of her perfect breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach, and under the elastic of her pajama pants. There were no panties to be found. My fingers quickly became slick as they slipped between the swollen lips of her cunt. Stephanie moaned into my mouth and her hand came up and gripped my face as we kissed. I dipped a finger inside her, feeling the tight heat of her body, then drew her wetness up in search of her clit. A gasp and a soft bite of my lower lip told me I had struck gold. My fingers massaged her hard clit in slow, smooth circles, around and around, dipping back into her wet core periodically to refresh their lubrication. Ragged breaths released into my mouth as our lips continued their passionate dance, and she pulled me tighter as the tension mounting in her core grew higher and higher. Around and around went my fingers. Her hand gripped my hair tight. Around and around went my fingers. Little squeals and yelps started to escape from her throat as her body started to twitch. Around and around went my fingers. She pulled her mouth away from mine and threw her head back, gasping for air. My continuous kisses on her neck and jawline egged her on. Around and around, around and around, my fingers summoned her orgasm. Her squeals and yelps came faster now. The hand that wasn't gripping my hair grasped wildly at the sheets of her bed, and with a final, exuberant "fuck!" I heard those three delicious moans burst from her throat in their short-short-long succession as she began to cum. It was at that moment that I sipped my finger down into her cunt while my thumb strummed her clit through her orgasm. I needed to feel it. I needed to feel her. Her body tensed around me, and my finger was deep in her spasming cunt. I felt it squeeze and release my finger in a wild rhythm. Her thighs squeezed my hand, and she shook as the pleasure worked its way through her body. Coming down from her euphoric high, I cupped her cunt gently with my hand and held it there as her breath began to return to normal. She turned to look at me, and took my lips back onto hers. We held each other, kissing slowly and romantically as I felt the warmth of her vagina and the pressure of her thighs. Somewhere along the way both of us drifted off to sleep. Minutes later, hours later, days later, who's to say, a pleasant feeling gently roused me from my sleep. A warm feeling. A wet feeling. The moonlight diffused through the curtains on Stephanie's windows was the only light, and as consciousness returned, the feeling became more pronounced. I looked toward the source of this glorious wake up call; my crotch; and through sleepy eyes I saw a dark figure hunched over me. Hair bobbing up and down in a messy bun, the only sound in the dark room the slight, subtle slurp of a mouth sliding slowly up and down my iron-hard cock. "Stephanie?" I squeaked out. The sucking came to a slow halt, and the figure rose up to look at me, perched on her knees between my legs. Bathed in the soft moonlight was Stephanie. She was completely naked. A soft smile skirted across her lips, and she leaned forward, a strand of golden hair falling in front of her face. It drew a line up my chest as her face floated down toward mine. Still only half awake, I felt her lips touch mine in a passionate kiss as she snaked her body, throwing her leg over me. Stradling me. My cock was straining to the heavens as we kissed. I could feel the heat radiating off of her cunt as it floated above me. Our lips parted, and her eyes found mine in the darkness. We made no sound, but for our ragged, excited breaths. Her eyes asked the question, and my eyes gave the answer. Reaching back with one hand, she gently grasped my straining cock, and positioned it snugly at her opening. "Oh my God," I gasped. My hands reached up and gripped her spread thighs tightly. Then with one, long, agonizingly slow movement, my step sister's best friend lowered herself down on top of me, taking the full length of my cock deep into her body with one stroke. We both gasped. My cock was completely enveloped by her hot, wet cunt; my cock was in Stephanie's cunt; and even the slightest shift or movement sent shocks through my whole body. I was inside my first woman, a woman I truly cared about, and this overwhelming new sensation sent me careening toward the edge. Stephanie ever so slightly began to rise up, drawing her tight lips along my screaming length. I gasped again, losing all control over my breath. My balls churned again, and that coil of sweet pleasure came rushing to my core. "That's it, Timmy," Stephanie cooed as she increased her deliberate up and down grinding on my cock. That name, Timmy, a name that had once been a weapon used to tease and torment me, took on a new, erotic meaning as this golden goddess took the length of my cock inside her. It was now a term of want. Of desire. This wasn't hard, fast, staccato fucking, this girl was using her whole body to coax me toward ultimate pleasure. My whole body was vibrating. "That's it," she said lovingly, placing her hand on the side of my head as she watched me lose control. "That's it, Timmy," she whispered once again, followed by the command of all commands: "Cum for me. Cum inside me." The white hot spring snapped. My head lolled back, and my mouth hung open, overcome with sensation. My balls rushed up tight, my cock flared out hard against the walls of Stephanie's cunt, and I began filling her with torrent upon torrent of hot cum. "That's it, baby, that's it," she encouraged as her tight cunt milked the pleasure out from my very soul. I felt the walls of her cunt twitch and slide as I flooded her with my semen, and Stephanie pulled me close to her as she rode me through the waves of euphoria. "That's it, baby, that's it." I pulsed inside her for what felt like days, and I felt as though I would have flown away if it weren't for the weight of her glorious body to keep me on earth. She laid down upon me fully now as my cock began to soften inside her. Her perfect breasts pressed tight to my chest, and our breathing matched in a deep, synchronized rhythm. I wrapped my arms around her and smiled as we both began to slip into sleep once more. "I might be in love" I thought as the world fell away, "and she leaves in three weeks." Chapter 13: It's graduation day, so that means party time! I was sweating my ass off in the heat, seated amongst my fellow graduating classmates, but I didn't care. My friend Mike sat next to me, and was talking to me about something or other, but I didn't hear a word he said. My mind was on one thing and one thing only. I woke up that morning alone. The previous night had to have been a dream, right? But as my eyes fluttered open and the blur of morning vision dissipated, Stephanie's room came into view. It was no dream. I laid there, wrapped like a snake in the covers of her bed, and basked in my memories of the previous evening. Stephanie had opened up to me in more ways than one, and a night of passion and care where I had given her my full attention had ended with her taking my virginity. Stephanie, my step-sister's best friend, the girl who tormented me relentlessly as kids, took my virginity, and fell asleep on top of me with a womb full of my cum. I smiled at the memory, and felt a throb between my legs. I hadn't realized it at first, but the magic of "morning wood" had drawn my cock out long and hard. I enjoyed the feeling. I reveled in my erection, a proud reminder of my manhood, and every thought replaying the previous night's events in my mind just reinforced the solid structure. I turned my attention toward the bedroom door as Stephanie came padding in. Fresh from the shower, she had a towel wrapped around her head, and wore nothing else but a black bra and panty set. She stopped at the vanity mirror across from her bed, and began drying her hair. For a moment she didn't notice I was awake. Her reflection in the mirror afforded me the pleasure of taking in both sides of her body at the same time. Her tight, flat stomach and the swell of her supple breasts on one side, the curve of her long soft back, the bump of her perfect ass, and the full length of her statuesque legs on the other. I had been between those legs last night. I had been inside that exquisite body. The stiffness between my legs did not abate. I watched her in silence, when her eyes suddenly caught mine in the mirror. She tried to stifle the smile that formed on her lips, looking down as she did so. Clearly she was remembering last night too. "Morning," she said, catching my eyes again as she continued to dry her hair. "Morning," I said back. I couldn't stop the grin forming on my face if I tried. "What time is it?" "Its early," she said, moving toward her closet to find some clothes, "You should be able to get back home without anyone noticing." "Trying to get rid of me?" I teased, sitting up in bed. She chuckled as she moved back toward her vanity, draping her shirt over the chair. She shifted her weight to one side, flaring her hips out deliciously. "I've gotta go to work," she said, affixing her earrings, "and you've got a big day in front of you." "What if we both just, skipped?" I said, shifting myself over to the edge of the bed closest to her. Stephanie turned around to face me, resting her ass on the edge of the vanity, arms crossed across her breasts. "You want to skip your high school graduation?" she said with a cocked eyebrow. "I would," I said, getting up off the bed, revealing my stiffened state. I slowly closed the distance between us, led by my erection. She chuckled again. Her eyes flicked down to my hard cock. She uncrossed her arms and braced herself on the edge of the vanity. I leaned in close, and paused for just a moment to watch Stephanie moisten her lips with her tongue. I smiled, and went in for a kiss. She sighed slightly as our lips met. Our tongues quickly began to tangle and spar. My hand drifted up to her stomach and felt the smooth skin atop tight muscle, then slid down over her hip. My finger slowly slipped beneath the band of her panties. Stephanie suddenly broke the kiss. "Listen Tim," she began. My stomach sank. This was it. The rejection was en route. She would tell me I was a good guy and it was fun, but it was a mistake and we should just go back to;  "We need to be smart about this." Her hand came up and gently touched my chest. "What is your step mom going to say if she catches you coming in?" I smiled. I leaned into her, laying my erection across her thigh. I slipped another finger into her panties and started to pull down. She didn't stop me. "I'll tell her I was out for a run." "You don't look like you were out for a run," she said through a shallow breath. As my hands slid her panties over her legs, I followed them down till I was on my knees in front of her. "Well then," I began as my hands started running up and down Stephanie's golden calves. Her eyes closed dreamily, and she instinctively parted her legs. "I guess we'll just need to find a way for me to work up a sweat!" Stephanie laughed in disbelief as my head drifted between her thighs. "Good God, I've created a monster!" A loud gasp escaped her throat as I drew my tongue up between the lips of her cunt; she was already wet. I immediately lifted one of her firm thighs over my shoulder as my tongue lapped away at her sweet center. Good lord she tasted good. Gasping breaths quickly turned to squeaks and moans. One hand left the edge of the vanity and gripped my hair tightly. Her hips gyrated and humped at my lips and tongue as I pleasured her. Wanting to drive her completely over the edge, I took one hand off her thigh, quickly dipped two fingers into my mouth, and then slid them up into her sweet cunt, eliciting a loud, throaty "oh!" It was a cry of pure sensation, with no care for whether anyone heard her. My fingers massaged her tight walls while my tongue ran circles around her clit. Her body began to vibrate. Her breaths came short and fast between syrupy moans, and then all at once her hand pulled my face tight to her cunt, her legs clamped closed around my head, and I heard that sweet chorus of moans; short, short,long; as Stephanie's body was rocked by orgasm. Before her cunt even finished pulsing, her leg slid off my shoulder, and she pulled me up by my hair with a breathy "c'mere, c'mere." I stood up quickly, and she kissed me hard. Her hands frantically grasped at my hips, and she broke the kiss long enough to exclaim "Fuck me; fuck me right now, Timmy!" That name sent a thick throb into my already rock-hard cock. She grabbed at me wildly as she sprung her legs up around me. I grasped for stabilization on the vanity and pushed toward her, my lips never leaving hers. Stephanie found her dripping opening with the head of my cock, her heels dug into my back, and I pushed. She gasped hard as the head entered her, but only the head. I drew back, pulling her sweet nectar back with me. Her hand on my cock quickly spread it around, coating my shaft, and I felt her heels in my back, harder. I pushed again, and in a single stroke my entire cock was enveloped by hot butter. Stephanie and I both let out a low moan as I bottomed out inside her, but there was no time to savor the feeling; where last night had been about a slow, gentle experience, this morning was all about pure lust. Her legs and cunt wrapped tight around me, I grunted into her hot mouth and began to thrust. The vanity began to shake and knock against the wall as I drove my cock deep into Stephanie's tight body over and over. I could feel the grip of her cunt lips on each outward stroke. My balls churned. Stephanie was slick, wet, and welcoming, and I glided in and out of her with ease. Her lips left mine with a wet pop as she caught her breath. The sensation was overwhelming us both, and I felt her arms wrap tight around me. "Yes, yes, fuck me, Timmy, fuck Me!" she gasped directly into my ear. I fucked her hard and fast, completely lost in her cunt. I felt the hot spring of pleasure coil itself up inside my balls, and short cries escaped my throat as I tried to hold it at bay. Stephanie heard my cries of approaching pleasure and egged me on. "Yes, that's it, baby," she whispered into my ear between staccato breaths every time her body accepted my thrusting cock, "that's it, cum for me, Timmy; give it to me; give it to me!" I let out a low howl and pushed my stone-hard cock as deep into her as I could. My balls wrenched up tight against my body and exploded, flooding her sweet cunt with an eruption of hot semen. I buried my face into the crook of her neck as the pleasure pulsed through me. As my orgasm subsided we held each other quietly for a moment. The only sounds in the room were our ragged, gasping breaths. I peeled myself off of my step sister's best friend, pausing to look down at her body beneath me. The thin layer of sweat on her chest glimmered in the light as her breasts heaved up and down in exhaustion. Her smooth stomach sucked in and out, flaring her ribs with each deep breath. Her legs were spread wide, wrapped around my torso. Her cunt, her cunt was spread wide, wrapped around the girth of my cock. My cock was inside her. Inside Stephanie. My cock was inside Stephanie. It flared again with renewed lust. "Down, boy!" she chuckled, gently pushing me back off of her. I watched my cock slide out of her hot core, ringed with a white froth of mingled bodily fluids. A thin string of juice reached from the tip of my dick to her juicy cunt, the last bit of our connection holding on for dear life as I slipped out of her. I stumbled back and plopped down on the bed, spent cock glistening and not yet deflated. I looked at Stephanie's hot, erotically charged body, and watched my semen begin to slowly drip from her swollen lips before she began to straighten up. "Jesus, Timmy, you just might be a natural," she exhaled as she tried to get her bearings. My spent cock twitched again. "I'm gonna have to take another shower!" "You want company?" I said with a big, Cheshire grin. To say I felt cocky was underselling it. I had just rocked a woman's sexual world for the very first time. At that moment I was fucking bulletproof. "no!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "Now get out of here before that gorgeous cock of yours gets us into trouble!" She said with a flustered smile. I took in the sight. God, she was sexy. "Go!" she chuckled loudly again. I snuck out the back door, in order to come in the front door, hoping to cement my alibi of going for a run, should my step mom Kelly, or step sister Alexa catch me. As I rounded the corner and started toward the door, I heard a giggle. My eyes darted toward the sound and were greeted by a broad smile framed with fiery red hair. Sarah, my next door neighbor and long time crush, watched me as she finished stretching her hamstring on her front steps. "You're up early," she said with a grin. "I was, out for a run." I said unconvincingly. "Um Hmm," she scoffed through a smirk. Unlike me, Sarah actually had just come back from a run, judging by the spandex that hugged her blossomed curves. She stared straight through me. She knew where I had been, what I had been doing; it was written all over me. "Well, definitely a good day for it!" she lobbed at me, preserving my alibi. I nodded sheepishly and turned toward my door. "Oh, and Tim?" she called from behind me. I turned back toward her curiously. "Don't forget to stretch,” she said with a syrupy lilt. My face turned beet red. She bounced her eyebrows, bit her lip through her widening grin, twirled away from me and hopped up the stairs into her house. As I stood under the hot shower minutes later, my brain was vibrating with hormones, memories, and fantasies. Despite all the activity of the morning, my cock was rock hard again, and I stroked it furiously as I cataloged my thoughts. Thoughts of fucking Stephanie. Thoughts of fucking Sarah in her tight running gear. Thoughts of fucking them both. Thoughts of them fucking each other. My sore balls wrenched themselves up toward my cock once again. With a quiet grunt I fired out even more cum, this time against the wet walls of the shower, and for a quick moment my mind was perfectly clear. Oh, to be eighteen and horny. Sitting under the hot sun at the graduation ceremony, lost in a memory of the morning, I began to think about what all this meant for the future. I wanted Stephanie, wanted to be with her, wanted to be inside her every chance I could get, but what were we beyond that? She was leaving for college in a month, and surely she wasn't going to want the baggage of a younger boyfriend at a different school as she began the next chapter of her life right? Or for that matter, did I want to have a long distance girlfriend? I was determined to just live in the moment, but it was hard not to think about what we were, or what we could be. Just then I was snapped out of my day dreaming as the P A system echoed a name through my ears: Tara Austin. My eyes quickly found the stage as Tara, the girl I considered one of my best friends, made her way across the stage. She had modified her black graduation gown to have a fiery, red fringe along the bottom, and had lined the edges of her flat mortar hat with metal studs. The principal shook his head as she took her diploma from him, which made Tara beam. Ms. Dorman was on the stage with some of the other teachers, and Tara stopped to hug her before heading down the stairs. My mind briefly wandered to Ms. Dorman; Julia; and wondered if she and Ridley had secretly fucked before the ceremony. Or maybe they planned to afterward. She looked good today, in sensible slacks and a nice blouse. I thought back to the vision of her shirt being snapped open and her breast jiggling erotically as she was pounded by Ridley's crooked cock. Had she ever swallowed his cum? I wondered when the last time she had an orgasm was. Tara stopped at the far edge of the stage and curtsied at the crowd with a big smile, eliciting a few whoops and claps. She was radiant. We hadn't talked in a long time, not since the night we told each other the truth about our activities at the prom, and honestly I wasn't even sure why. I had hurt her, but I was probably doing more damage by running away. I was jealous, no which way about it, and I didn't know how to handle it. We had both entered into sexual relationships with extremely unlikely people that the other didn't particularly care for, and It had driven us apart. Surely we were good enough friends to get past this though, right? But then again, Tara hadn't exactly reached out to me since then, so maybe she didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Soon enough it was my turn to cross the stage in graduation, and as I made my way toward Ms. Dorman I swear she started to blush. She held open her arms and I met her with a warm hug. Her breasts felt soft and nice against me. "Congratulations, Tim," she said warmly, "I'm going to miss you." "Thanks, Ms. Dorman," I replied. She pulled away from the hug and looked at me with a smirk that almost felt flirtatious. "What'd I tell you?" "Sorry; thanks, Julia," I chuckled. She smiled and squeezed my arms. "Listen Tim," she continued before we parted, "talk to her. She misses you, I can tell. Whatever it is that happened between you two it's not worth losing each other. Just put in the work." I nodded thankfully. She smiled again, pulled me in for a final hug, and then I was off. I sat back down under the sun and ran through a lot of things in my mind. Julia was right, someone needed to break the ice, it was just a matter of how and when. "Hey," I said, turning to Mike, "what's the deal, is there going to be any sort of graduation party tonight or this weekend?" "Of course!" He chuckled, "tonight at Suzie Travino's. They're saying the entire graduating class might be there, it's gonna be wild." "Why the fuck am I only hearing about this no; you know what, that's cool, I'll be there." Ugh, I was so lame and out of the loop. Regardless, if the whole class was going to be piling into Suzie's house, that means Tara would most definitely be there. So I needed to be there too. I had a lot on my mind all day, but the celebratory dinner with Alexa and Kelly helped take my mind off things. We had a great time, and had just come home for dessert when Alexa's voice boomed from the hallway "Hey, look who I found!" I looked up from my spot at the kitchen table just as she entered with Stephanie right behind her. I smiled. "I heard there was a celebration happening - you get your first pube or something?" Stephanie and Alexa laughed. My smile quickly turned to a frown; she did it again. Hours earlier I had been balls-deep in this girl's cunt, and she was still keeping up the charade in front of Alexa. I was more than happy to keep our relationship, or whatever this was, on the downlow, but I at least wanted some respect. Unfortunately for her, two could play at this game. "Oh come on, Stephanie, you know full well how many pubes I have" I responded dryly, "or did you not count them while you were sucking my dick?" Alexa choked on her drink, and the color drained from Stephanie's face. "JESUS, Tim," Alexa said between coughs, "getting a bit aggressive, aren't we?" Staring directly at Stephanie I didn't let up. "Oh, you didn't know? It's true. In fact just just this morning Stephanie and I had hot, heavy sex on the edge of her vanity." There was a long, thick silence. I watched Stephanie start to turn beet red, not sure how to respond. Alexa looked at her in disbelief. I smirked, our roles finally reversed. Then in a loud guffaw, Alexa burst out laughing. "Hahaha oh my god, Timmy, that is hilarious!" The smirk quickly faded from my face. "Never in a million fucking years!" She continued to laugh in disbelief. I looked at Stephanie, who nervously chuckled along with her. "What's so funny?" Kelly said as she entered with a small cake in hand. "Oh nothing, Tim's just being gross," Alexa handwaved. Kelly set the cake down and began to cut. My eyes were burning a hole through Alexa. "Hey Kelly, how's Brian?" I said just as Alexa took another drink, causing her to choke again. "He's good, honey, he's been out of town on business, but he'll be back soon." Kelly said with a smile. "That's great, we should all do something together when he gets back," I continued, my smirk returning, "I don't think Alexa has really gotten a chance to know him yet." Now it was Alexa's turn to go pale. "That sounds like a great idea, Tim!" Kelly said. I felt a little bad, because I could tell Kelly was happy that I was expressing interest in meeting her new boyfriend, a man who would potentially occupy the same role as my deceased father, and in reality I was just trying to stick it to Alexa. There would be plenty of time for me to get over that though, and right now I had cake to eat. It tasted great. Later, as I was getting ready for the party at Suzie's, my phone buzzed. It was Stephanie. "So what was that about?" it read "I should ask you the same question!" I replied. There was a long pause. No bubbles, nothing. I got ready to shower, and right as I wrapped my towel around myself my phone buzzed again. "Pick me up from work tomorrow night; I have a graduation present for you." I was annoyed at her, but couldn't stop my cock from flexing in arousal underneath my towel. Fuck, what was this girl doing to me? "Ok," I texted back, and then threw my phone across the bed. I stopped to pick up Mike on the way to Suzie's. He and Kerri were apparently having some sort of spat, and he poured it all out onto me on the drive. I couldn't tell you what it was about though, because my mind was full of its own hormone-crazed problems, and I just "yeah" and "uh huh"-ed him the whole way there. We could hear the thumping bass even before I turned the car through the tall gate of the Travino estate. Suzie's house, a gaudy McMansion paid for by her father's lucrative law firm, sat at the head of a snake-like driveway. Cars were strewn all about the sides of the long drive, and after finding a decent spot, Mike and I made the rest of our way on foot. Passing by two classmates passed out at the foot of a large fountain, we made our way into the throng of young adults ready to take on the world. Or at least the world's largest beer bong. I think Mike might have been right; it seemed like the entire class was there. Possibly the entire school. We found our way over to one of several kegs, got some drinks, and tried to mingle and talk over the din of music and voices. Only half listening, I scanned the ocean of bodies looking for Tara, but had no luck. Suddenly I felt Mike's hand grip me hard on the shoulder. His eyes were wide and livid. Turning to where the dagger of his gaze fell, I saw Chet Phillips, the captain of the football team, chatting up a hot, busty number near the kitchen island. A hot, busty number with a big mane of curly, black hair. Oh my God, it was Kerri. Kerri had all the curves befitting her Greek heritage, she wore a shimmering, backless blouse that showed a lot of chest, putting all her genetic gifts on display. With no room for a bra, her tits hung free under the fabric, jiggling erotically every time she moved or laughed. Funny, I don't think I ever really noticed her tits before. Damn, they were nice. A black, pleated skirt hung over the swell of her generous ass, and her thick, soccer player's legs descended down into high heeled ankle boots. She was dressed to impress, and Chet was getting the full court press. Touching his arm while laughing, leaning over to "accidentally" flash her full cleavage at him, cocking her hips just so; Kerri was out to prove a point, and it was safe to say it was a point not lost on Mike. He was fuming. After swearing a bit under his breath, he muttered something about having to "go do something," downed his 3/4-full beer, and began wading his way over to the kitchen. I laughed and took a sip of my own drink. Damn, she had nice tits. Making my way into the living room I continued my search; no Tara. I saw some recognizable cliques keeping to themselves, AV club over by the window, drama kids over by the bookcase. My mind drifted to thoughts of some of those drama girls. We all had heard the rumors about drama club just being a constant fuck fest, and frankly I regretted never joining. I'd love to have had the chance to eat out star actress Alyssa Mitchell, or feel up mousey Chrissy Thomas; Chrissy was one of those magical girls who was tall, stick thin, but had huge breasts. Not even her black turtleneck could hide them tonight. I wanted to suck them. I wanted to put my dick between them. I wondered if she had ever wrapped those beauties around a hard cock, if they'd ever been showered with jizz. My lewd day dream was cut short, however, as I spotted the math team. Sitting among the glasses and bad haircuts was a bright, beaming smile and a blaze of red hair; it was Sarah. God she looked good. Still playing it conservative for the general public, a nice sweater vest sat atop a buttoned down blouse, expertly hiding the exceptional breasts she had herself. Sensible jeans encased her toned, runner's legs, slip on flats on her feet. She wore no makeup, and frankly didn't need any. No one knew what kind of body she hid under her clothes. No one but me and Tara. Her smile seemed to be lighting up the whole room, and as she tossed her cascading red locks over to the other side of her head, her eyes clicked over and locked on to mine. She turned that beam of a smile over to me, and raised her glass at me. I returned the gesture, and with a sip and a wink, she went back to her conversation. That wink. God, that wink alone got me hard. I decided to keep moving, and continue my search. Following the thump of the music, I moved out onto the patio, where flashing lights and bouncing bodies bumped and gyrated to the rhythms. I peered through the pulsating mass, and was stopped dead by the flails and swivels of a luscious figure ringed with a bright aura of red and green party lights. Mesmerizing hips drew me in as the red plaid of her skirt spun outward with every twirl, jingling the rings and chains that hung from her black leather belt. Black stockings ran from mid thigh down into the tops of white, Doc Martens. Bracelets bounced and shimmered on her arms as she drew her hands over her body, over the black tank top that covered her stomach and sank low at the neck, displaying the cleavage of two, perfect breasts. Cleavage that almost seemed to try and devour the bangles at the end of the long necklaces she wore as they bounced around her globes. Black, spiky hair reached toward the sky off her bobbing, lolling head. Dark eye liner accented her lashes. And her lipstick, her lipstick matched the color of my tie. It was Tara. She looked amazing. Lost in the sounds and vibrations of the music, the lights caught the gentle spritzing of sweat that shone on the flat of her chest. She danced with no one, she danced with everyone. She just absolutely exuded sex. I couldn't help but stare. Snapping me back to earth was a tug at my side, followed by a loud bellow of "Hey, Tim Miller!" Turning sharply, I was greeted by the quirky smile and thick, black glasses of class valedictorian, and host of this blow out party, Suzie Travino. Suzie was half Italian, half Japanese, and all cute. Definitely an egghead, but not in a traditional nerd sort of way, Suzie was the jackpot mix of smart, popular, good looking, and rich. Skinny, with small, perky breasts, Suzie wasn't really my type. Not that I ever had the chance, and not that I ever would have thrown her out of bed if I did, but she just wasn't my type. That being said, her small ass looked phenomenal in her tight jeans, and she cocked her hips out to the side as she continued. "Great to see you!" she said, punching me in the shoulder, "I feel like I never see you at parties!" She had a glaze to her eyes that told me she was already pretty buzzed. "Yeah, I'm a bit of a homebody," I chuckled, darting my eyes past her trying to find Tara again in the dancing crowd. No luck. "Well I'm glad you made it, dude!" She laughed and took another swig of her drink. "Listen, Suzie, I have to; " I began, when suddenly there was a big commotion of cheers and whoops coming from across the patio. Both of us turning toward the rabble, we saw the recipients of all the accolades: it was Bud Pepper and fellow classmate Mark Prepon. Both beaming ear to ear with embarrassed smiles, each holding the other's hand. They chuckled, they hugged, and then in front of practically the entire graduating class, Bud and Mark kissed. The whoops and hollers got even louder. "Wow, good for them!" Suzie squealed, clapping along, "they're so cute together!" "Yeah, totally," I responded, but my attention was elsewhere. Looking back toward the dance floor I desperately searched for Tara. Bud was the guy she lost her virginity to at the prom, and he was her, well honestly I wasn't sure what he was to her at this point, since we hadn't been talking lately, but he was more than a friend, that's for sure. My eyes scanning the crowd, finally I caught her. She watched the new couple for a moment, a bittersweet smile forming on the edge of her lips, and then she quietly made her way away from the crowd, away from the bright colored lights, and into the shadows back toward the house. I had no idea what she was feeling right now. I thought back to our conversation the last time we talked, and her dismay at being viewed as nothing more than a sex object, and here, now, was her, whatever Bud was, celebrating a relationship with someone who wasn't her. She was alone again, and that hurt me inside. Suzie's attention was still held by the new lovebirds, so I quietly slipped away after Tara. I followed behind her and watched her slip upstairs and into one of the rooms. Quietly padding after her I stood outside the room and paused. I was nervous, but I wasn't sure why. Tara was one of my closest friends, we had shared so much, and I wanted now to be there for her if she needed me. That was all I wanted, to be there for her. As her friend. At least that's what I told myself. I slowly opened the door and entered. The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp. Tara sat on the edge of a large bed, one leg tucked under, typing away at her phone. She didn't even notice I had come in. "Hi," I finally said. Her head popped up from her phone, startled, her big, doe eyes wide with surprise. Relaxing as she recognized me, she plopped her phone on the night table. "Hey," she finally responded. It wasn't cold, it wasn't angry, it was just, her. "I saw what happened down there, with Bud,” I began timidly, moving closer, but stopping at the tall bedpost at the corner of the bed. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I know you guys were,” I honestly don't know if I could have finished that sentence even if I knew what term to use. A warm smile pulled at her lips. "Nah, I'm fine; I'm happy for them." She chuckled a bit to herself. "In fact, I'm the one who set them up!" "What?" I laughed loudly. I plopped myself down on the bed across from her. It was instinct. Just like old times. "Yeah, Bud and I, we, never really clicked." Her eyes drifted for a moment. "We tried, but it became pretty clear pretty quickly that we were, interested in different things." "What about the prom?" I said with a slight crack in my voice. "That was, just something we both needed, I think," she said wistfully. "We learned a lot from each other though," she continued, "I think we both learned how to be comfortable with who we are a bit more. He figured out who he was, what he wanted, and I knew Mark had a crush on him, so I had no problem playing matchmaker." "Sounds like all that applause is really for you, then!" I said lightly. She chuckled and blushed a bit. "I was happy to do it. It makes me happy when the people I care for are happy." she said. I smiled in response. "Plus it greatly increases your chances of a guy-guy-girl threeway!" I blurted out. A comment like that would have been par for the course a couple months ago, but now I wasn't sure how it would land. Luckily she burst out laughing and the tension between us began to drift away. "You know me too well, Miller," she said through a warm smile. "What about you, Tim," she continued, looking right at me now, "have you figured out what you want yet?" I just took in the room for a moment. It was quiet. The thump of the downstairs music was audible but faint. The slatted door of a closet across from us stood slightly ajar. The warm, low light cast deep shadows across Tara's body. "Yes," I finally let out, practically whispering, "I want us to be friends again. I miss you so friggin' much, Tara, I miss talking to you, I miss laughing with you, there's so much going on right now that I barely know how to process because I don't have you to talk to about it. Like,” I didn't know where to start, “ like Ms. Dorman!" I exclaimed, "I caught Ms. Dorman getting fucked by Mr. Ridley the other day!" "I'm sorry, What?" She said, her big doe eyes going wide again with surprise. "Yes! He had her bent right over her desk, and was railing her from behind, and it was awkward, and it was hot, and it was confusing, and I so desperately wanted to talk to you about it." My franticness calmed down and sincerity returned. "I am so sorry I ever made you feel bad for a single second. You're my best friend, and I want you in my life, Tara. I just hope, that maybe you want me in yours too." There was a long pause that bound my insides into tight, cramped knots. She breathed in deep, and let out a controlled breath before saying "I do, Miller, I miss you too." Breath escaped my body desperately, and I somehow managed to begin breathing again. "That is so good, to hear, Tara," I wheezed. She leaned in and gave me a big, tight hug. We were going to be ok. Tara and I were friends again, and that's all either of us wanted. "There's so much I want to tell you, seriously." We broke our warm hug, and Tara leaned back again, a look of slight trepidation on her face now. "Well," she began, fiddling with the hem of her plaid skirt, "in the interest of full transparency I should tell you," she paused. " I'm kinda seeing someone." "That's awesome!" I blurted out joyously. I may have over done it though, as my positive reaction was masking a cold dropping of my stomach. I wasn't sure why that pang of jealousy came back, I was legitimately happy for her, but there it was. "How big is his cock?" I joked. Like I said - overdoing it. "Well the thing is," she began, but was cut off by the creek of the bedroom door opening. "Shit!" she said in a loud, panicked whisper. Frantically she grabbed on to me, and seeing no other recourse, reached for the closet door, shoved me inside, and quickly jumped back onto the bed. Still trying to wrap my head around what was happening, I watched through the slats of the closet door as Tara breathlessly tried to appear calm and relaxed. I felt a stir in my pants as my more voyeuristic tendencies began to trigger. I couldn't yet see who entered the room, but I watched Tara's perfect breasts rise and fall beneath her tank top as her eyes met this mystery entrant. It had to be the guy she was dating. Why else would she be so flustered to have the two of us in the same room? Suddenly a voice pierced the silence. "Hey, I got your text." My breath stopped short in my chest. I knew the voice right away, but I couldn't believe it. I strained my eyes around the corner of the closest door, desperate to prove my ears wrong, but it was no use. Then I heard the swish of walking legs and all at once my eyes confirmed the sound. Looking through the slats of the closet, the curvy, jean-clad ass of a woman entered my eye line. Slowly my eyes traveled upward, not wanting to believe what I was seeing, but reality became undeniable as they locked on her hair. That lovely wave of fiery, red hair. Sarah, my next door neighbor and longest crush, the girl Tara and I witnessed get thoroughly dicked down while we jerked off together, climbed onto the bed, leaned in, and kissed Tara passionately. Tara melted. Kissing her way down Tara's neck, Sarah's hand drifted down over one of Tara's perfect breasts and squeezed. Tara moaned, and her legs pulled up and wrapped around Sarah's body. The movement bunched her skirt up around her waist, and from my vantage point I could see the cheek of her ass peeking out from her black panties. Sarah continued her travels down Tara's writhing body, briefly kissing and squeezing all the landmarks, but with a destination firmly evident. Her lips traipsed over the bunch of Tara's skirt, and she wrapped one arm around an exposed thigh as she pushed her face between my best friend's legs. Tara gasped. Kisses peppered her panty-clad cunt as her breasts heaved up and down in overwhelming sensation. Then Sarah suddenly stopped, planting a couple kisses on Tara's thigh as she pulled away. Looping her fingers through the band of Tara's panties, Sarah stood up, and pulled. Tara smiled, lifting her ass as Sarah slid the panties down her legs, off and over her boots. Any concern for me being in the room was gone now, and Tara was overcome with lust. Her hands ran over her own thighs as they butterflied open, giving me a full view of my best friend's sopping wet cunt. I had seen her perfect tits, I had seen her body shudder and shake with orgasm, but I had never seen her cunt. Now here it was on full display. Her lips were swollen and wide with desire, glistening with moisture in the low lamp light, and there wasn't a strand of hair anywhere; she was fully, smoothly shaven. I wasn't sure when the last time I had taken a breath was. I was overcome with a million conflicting emotions. I felt betrayed that Tara was in a relationship with the girl she knew I had lusted after for years. I also knew I had no right to feel that way. I was jealous of both of them. I was guilty that I was watching this so clandestinely. On top of this all, however, I was hard as a fucking rock. Reaching down and grasping the hem of her sweater vest, Sarah shimmied her hips as she pulled it up and over her head. She then made a show of it as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Tara smiled and drifted her hand down between her legs. She dipped her finger into her wet cunt, and began slowly rubbing herself as she watched Sarah undress. I couldn't see the reveal of Sarah's ample breasts and tight stomach, but as her blouse fell away, I found the smooth swoop of her back to be intoxicating. Then, with a shimmy of her hips, she turned her back to Tara and I was greeted with a full view of her stomach and bra-encased tits. Those tits. Oh, my God. Large and pale, they sat high in a lacy bra thin enough to see her hard nipples through. Sarah undid her belt, and with a sexy cock of her hips began to peel her tight jeans down her legs. I got a good deep look at her full cleavage as she bent over, and my cock throbbed. Straightening back up, she looked back over her shoulder at Tara, smiled, and reached up and unsnapped her bra. Tara stood up off the bed and embraced Sarah from behind, wrapping her arms around the redhead's scantily clad body. Tara ran her hands all over Sarah, kissing and licking at her neck and collarbone as she explored. Sarah sighed, and gyrated her ass tight against Tara's crotch. Both breathing heavy now, Tara slid her hands up to the cups of Sarah's bra, and in full view of my voyeuristic eyes, almost like she was doing it for my benefit, my best friend pulled the fabric away and set Sarah's large, beautiful tits free. My hand went to my cock and squeezed. Tara pushed Sarah's tits together, eliciting a deep moan from the redhead. Sliding under them, Tara lifted those hefty breasts, almost presenting them, and then pinched their hard, pink nipples between her fingers. Sarah gasped. My hand slowly lowered the zipper on my pants. This was so wrong, but I couldn't resist. Tara's hand slithered down Sarah's body, over her stomach, stopping briefly at the band of her panties before silently slipping inside. Sarah's hips began to gyrate as Tara bathed her fingers in the hot wetness I had literally dreamed about. My cock was practically screaming. Reaching in, I pulled it out through the fly of my pants. I could practically feel its throbbing heat without even touching it. Sarah turned around, grasped at Tara's shirt, and quickly pulled it up and over her head. Having no patience for the clasp of a bra, Sarah yanked Tara's bra down off her perfect tits, expressing a startled gasp from my best friend. Her hands gripped each globe, and she attacked them each with her mouth. Sucking, kissing, licking, Tara's tits soon glimmered with Sarah's wet saliva. Every time Sarah's lips latched on to a nipple, a short sexy moan escaped Tara's lips. Holding on for dear life at the erotic assault, Tara's breath heaved, and her hands gripped and kneaded at Sarah's full ass, desperately working the girl's panties off inch by inch. Stumbling forward, Sarah pushed Tara back down onto the edge of the bed; Tara's tits bounced playfully as her ass hit the mattress. Sarah bent over, sliding her panties all the way down her pale legs, giving me a full view of her ass, her cunt lips squeezed between her thighs. Tara just smiled, and used the moment to remove her boots and climb fully onto the bed. I think I began to drool. Or at least my cock did. It stuck out firm and hard from my zipper and I was losing my self control. I wanted to be mad, I wanted to be angry, but more than that, fuck, I wanted to cum. Tara's legs butterflied open and closed again in anticipation; clearly an excited tick she had that I never knew about. It was adorable. It was sexy as hell. Her hand drifted back to her own throbbing, wet lips. Those glistening, aroused lips, I think I wanted to taste them. My finger idly traced along the length of my iron cock. A small, static shock of pleasure surged through me. Tara took in the view of the redheaded goddess before her and smiled just as Sarah took a step forward, grasped Tara's thighs, and slowly lowered to her knees on the floor. Tara repositioned herself, shimmied forward slightly, and let out a long, wet moan as my biggest crush's tongue began dancing all over my best friend's clit. It was all I could take. My hand gripped my firm cock and began to stroke. My eyes strained through the slats of the closet desperate to take in every bit of the erotic sight before me. Tara gasped and moaned, writhed and shook, as Sarah lapped and sucked. Her tits rose and fell, nipples reaching for the sky as her breath heaved in her chest. They jiggled delightfully every time she shifted to regain stability, or after an unexpected shock of sensation. There was no stopping me now, I was in a trance, stroking my cock deliberately while transfixed by this sapphic exhibition. Tara hoisted herself up onto her hands so she could watch Sarah's tongue perform its magic. They locked eyes and Tara ran her hand lovingly through Sarah's ginger locks. Sarah's hand drifted down over one thick thigh to meet her tongue at Tara's dripping center. Stopping momentarily to catch her breath and lube up her fingers, Sarah's lips latched back on to Tara's clit and in one smooth motion she pushed two fingers deep into Tara's cunt. With a loud moan, Tara lost her stabilization and dropped back onto the mattress, her lovely tits bouncing wildly. Her breath was ragged and fast as Sarah slid fingers in and out of her wet cunt in time with the tongue playing pinball on her clit. Regaining her stabilization, at least on one elbow, she ran her hand back to Sarah's hair, but this wasn't a loving caress, this was a wanton grasp, a fist full of hair to hold on for dear life as Tara rocketed toward ultimate release. I stroked hard and fast as I watched my best friend's face crinkle and grimace, eyes squeezed shut, mouth dropping open in a pleasurable "O." Her moans came faster and shorter, tits jiggling with every breath, a slight, wet slurping no

► Get a free share! This show is sponsored by Trading 212! If you'd like to sign up for an account and get a free share you can do so on the link below! And full disclosure we get one too! ⁠⁠http://www.trading212.com/promocodes/FTSE⁠ ► Episode Notes: Who's been watching episodes of Bluey this week? Find out on this week's PlayingFTSE Show! Steve and Steve are back to talk about things that have been happening this week. They've been looking at stocks from the UK, the EU, and the US – not many have been doing well. Steve D has been listening to Patrick Boyle this week. There's a huge straight line city being built in Saudi Arabia – is that a good idea? Steve W has been reading The Wolf of Harcourt Street's write-up of MercadoLibre. Having talked about the stock a couple of weeks ago, did he learn anything interesting? It's earnings season in the US and – as usual – things have been kicking off with the banks. Steve W has the general overview. With investment banking up, loans flat, and charge-offs almost doubling, the outlook for the US is interesting. But which banks would the Steves buy at today's prices. Since it emerged on the public markets, Dr. Martens has been flinging profit warnings around like they're sponsored. And they've launched another one lately. The stock is down 30% as a result, following a boost on takeover optimism. But do Steve and Steve think things are actually going wrong for the company, or is this an overreaction? Shares in UK payment processor Wise have been falling lately as well. That's despite higher revenues, profits and solid customer growth over the last few months. Is Steve D concerned? Not really. Should he be? That's another question… ASML shares have also subsided as demand starts to normalise for its fancy semiconductor machines. The company still has a huge order backlog, though, for the next few years. Is this a buying opportunity in a company with a monopoly on an important growing industry? Or is there something else going on here? Only on this week's PlayingFTSE Podcast! ► What We Consumed This Week: Line: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ak4on5uTaTg Wolf: https://www.thewolfofharcourtstreet.com/p/mercadolibre-2024-financial-model  ► Support the show: Appreciate the show and want to offer your support? You could always buy us a coffee at: https://ko-fi.com/playingftse (All proceeds reinvested into the show and not to coffee!) There are many ways to help support the show, liking, commenting and sharing our episodes with friends! You can also check out our clothing merch store: https://playingftse.teemill.com/ We get a small cut of anything you buy which will be reinvested back into the show....COMPOUNDING! (you read that in Svens voice right? Did Briscoe mention he got Sven on the show!?) ► Timestamps: 0:00 Introduction & Our Weeks! 6:32  Consumption 13:05 US Banks 28:38 ASML Report 42:00 Doc Martens  53:03 Wise Trading Update ► Show Notes: What's been going on in the financial world and why should anyone care? Find out as we dive into the latest news and try to figure out what any of it means. We talk about stocks, markets, politics, and loads of other things in a way that's accessible, light-hearted and (we hope) entertaining. For the people who know nothing, by the people who know even less. Enjoy ► Wanna get in contact? Got a question for us? Drop it in the comments below or reach out to us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/playingftseshow Or on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/playing_ftse/ ► Enquiries: Please email - playingftsepodcast@gmail(dot)com

100 - Brian Venable (Lucero) In episode 100 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with Brian Venable from the alternative band Lucero. In their conversation they cover: Lucero's new album “Should've Learned By Now” and the origins of the band Lucero, their first show, they played the only six songs Brian knew. Brian tells us about his influences, Buck Owens Lynyrd Skynyrd both from a stack of records he found on the side of the street and growing up in Memphis the son of a cobbler who wanted to be a musician. They discuss the Memphis punk scene. Brian tells us about his first “real” guitar 1975 Guild Starfire that he ended up trading for a used pair of Doc Martens. They discuss the rest of Brian's gear including a 14lb Flying V made by luthier Travis Perkins and a ‘73 Fender Princeton he got from his dad. You can find out more about Brian and his band at their website: https://luceromusic.com H Please like, comment and share this podcast! . . #VintageGuitarmagazine #VintageGuitar #guitar #Guitar #BrianVenable #Lucero #Luceroband #theDeadlies #Shoudvelearndbynow #guitarfinds #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #guitarcollector #Travelwithguitars #haveguitarwilltravel #hgwt #HGWT Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

Phillip and Brian discuss the forgettable nature of AI music. Corporations' birthdays are an essential thing that we need to care about now. Also, an update on Lammers Law: everything eventually becomes an ad. PLUS: OSHA for the MIND?? Listen now.The Right to DisconnectKey takeaways:- Amazon is scaling back its Just Walk Out technology from its Amazon Fresh grocery stores. Due to technical limitations in grocery stores, it will be constrained to airports and small-format stores.- JPMorgan's use of customer transaction data for targeted advertising highlights the increasing importance of personalized content.- AI-generated music, such as that produced by Suno AI, may lack memorability but showcases the advancements in AI technology.- The "right to disconnect" bill in California reflects the ongoing need for work-life balance in an increasingly digital world.- Corporate anniversaries are becoming a popular marketing strategy and cultural celebration for brands.{00:11:41} - “People want the friction in their local community of chatting with their checker and chatting with people that are in line and living life in their community because they probably bump into people that they know, and it's part of their daily routine or their weekly routine or whatever to engage with the people in their communities as they go about doing their business.” - Brian{00:19:32} - “We all hate this idea, but the truth is that ads, good ads, and contextual ads add to a discovery mechanism in many platforms. Good ads heighten the experience of Instagram, I would argue. The good ads on Instagram make my experience of Instagram better. I think Instagram is a little bit worse if it has no ads because I discover things.” - Phillip{00:29:35} - “In my mind, this is as good as [AI music] will ever be. It doesn't only get better from here. Maybe the fidelity gets better. Maybe it can create stems. Maybe you can do more editing. Maybe you could go in and tweak things, and you'll have more creator tools, but it doesn't mean it gets more creative over time.” - Phillip{00:41:51} - “There's a really interesting amnesiac effect with this AI-generated music is it's incredibly forgettable. There's nothing remarkable or memorable about any of it. And I almost feel the same way about all AI-generated content. AI-generated art, AI-generated writing. There's nothing memorable or remarkable about it ever. The memorable thing is the discourse around it.” - Phillip{01:04:29} - “We are getting to a point now where we're hitting Norbert Wiener's prediction around "the world of the future will be an even more demanding struggle against the limitations of our intelligence, not a comfortable hammock in which we can lie down to be waited upon by our robot slaves." What we're bumping up right now against is pushing our minds further as far as they possibly can go, and there's a lot of burnout that's happening as a result.” - BrianAssociated Links:Check out Future Commerce+ for exclusive content and save on merch and printThe MUSES Journal is here! Grab your copy of our latest annual journal today at musesjournal.comHave you checked out our YouTube channel yet?Subscribe to Insiders and The Senses to read more about what we are witnessing in the commerce worldListen to our other episodes of Future CommerceHave any questions or comments about the show? Let us know on futurecommerce.com, or reach out to us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, or LinkedIn. We love hearing from our listeners!

Dust off your Doc Martens and bring your favorite mix CD! Tune in as Chris talks Allan Moyle, Kurt Cobain, and defends Rex Manning as the LSCE screens the 1995 cult classic "Empire Records." Join us! Works Cited: Eisner, Ken. “Review ‘Empire Records'.” Variety. 1995, Vol. 360 (9), p.40. Article Link.  Accessed 1/28/24. Gans, Andrew. Empire Records Musical to Make World Premiere at New Jersey's McCarter. Playbill. 3/7/24. Article Link. Accessed 4/1/2024. Greene, Jay. 1994. “New Regency Buys ‘Empire.'” Variety 354 (6). Article Link. Accessed 3/28/2024 Parker, Ryan. Rex Manning Day: Maxwell Caufiled Thrilled ‘Empire Records' Celebrated Yearly. The Hollywood Reporter. 4/8/2021. Article Link. Accessed 3/29/24. Petersen, Ann Helen. “How Empire Records Became the Unlikely Film of A Generation.” Buzzfeed. Article Link. Rivero, Enrique. “Directors' cuts on disc spark controversy.” Video Store Magazine 24 (19), July 14-July 20, 2002: p.16.  Stuart, Sean M., ed. 2016. All Things Must Pass: The Rise and Fall of Tower Records. DVD. Directed by Colin Hanks. New York City, New York: FilmRise. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/lsce/message

This week's book is all about learning how to stay Best Friends 4Ever from across the country, something we personally know a little about after moving so far away from each other :(. We read P.S. Longer Letter Later by Paula Danziger and Ann M. Martin, published in 1998. Main characters Tara*Starr and Elizabeth's only source of communication is snail mail as they write to each other about their problems of finding new friends, dealing with their changing families, and the complications of seventh grade. Discussions of topic include: preteen girl rage, our AIM screen names of the past, and great book outfit descriptions featuring Doc Martens. Plus, our own experiences of the hell that was middle school. We loved looking back on this piece of nostalgic “juvenile” fiction so much! Follow us on Instagram @toalltheya www.instagram.com/toalltheya You can find citations, notes, and further reading on this episode at our website  kayceeracer.com/toalltheya Theme Music by Slip.stream - "In And Out Of Love" 

The second to last episode of Rock And Roll War Stories! Michael recounts driving two hours to Daytona Beach, FL from Gainesville for a gig and forgetting his guitar, how a poorly considered one night stand lost him a brand new pair of Doc Martens, the time he drove Chuck Wicks' brand new Ford F-Series pickup through the night after a show listening to club music, dealing with a torrential downpour while blinding drunk in Indiana, an Air B&B with no heat in Chicago in February with Freddy Jones Band, and the time Jimmy the bassist for Jameson Rodgers nearly passed out and went deaf at a gig opening for Dierks Bentley in Nashville. And that's only part ONE! 

[VIDEO PODCAST AVAILABLE ON YOUTUBE] Ashley Ballard of @closetvomit started making fashion content when she was just 17. They've been tapped by brands like H&M, Doc Martens and Ray Ban and in an industry where so many creators can end up looking carbon copies of each other, Ashley really stands out from the crowd. In this episode, Ashley and I talk about the danger of "relatability" becoming a social media performance, how real fashion challenges gender norms, and how to decide when it's time to go full-time as an influencer. Ashley's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/closetvomit/ Ashley's TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@closetvomit Ashley's YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@closetvomit Sign up to take my free masterclass, How to Make It as a Travel Influencer Without Being Young, Hot or Rich: https://topflightfamily.mykajabi.com/2023-webinar-podcast Small Steps Big Moves is a podcast on the business of influence and content creation, hosted by Carmen Sognonvi. Every Thursday, we release a brand-new episode jam-packed with practical, real-world information that creators and influencers need to know. We tackle topics like how much to charge for brand deals, how to get an influencer manager, negotiation secrets every creator should know, money mistakes to avoid, tips and tricks of the industry and so much more. Plus, we'll be sitting down with some of our favorite creators to learn from them practical strategies you can apply in your own career.  Be sure to subscribe now and follow us on... Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/smallstepswithcarmen/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@smallstepswithcarmen  

A lot of brands name themselves "doctor" – but how many of them are named after actual medical doctors? Justin takes the wheel with a little quiz for Dr. Sydnee and the listeners on Dr. Pepper, Doc Martens, Dr. Teal, and more. Music: "Medicines" by The Taxpayers https://taxpayers.bandcamp.com/

With the colder weather on the way later this week, Dearbhail explored the history of Doc Marten shoes, with Michael Doherty, who owns 20 pairs of Docs, and by late-adopter, Aoife Barry.

Are you a Gen-Xer who gets all nostalgic about 90's grunge music, Doc Martens and flannel shirts? Then this is the episode for you! Shea and Jody invite their husbands onto the podcast to review the 1992 film Singles. Tune in next week to hear the scene by scene recap of the movie. It might be the last time you ever get the husbands on the podcast, so enjoy! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/rainy-day-rabbit-holes/message

Brian, Blake, and Richard are back for an all-new episode of the Chasing Tone Podcast!Brian has been dabbling with technology whereas Blake's mind is going at a million miles a minute and he may just be losing his mind.  This is the result of caffeine abuse and Brian is confused. Blake has been to see a punk band which leads to a debate about the best looking Les Paul ever. Whats the most annoying injury you can have as a guitar player? Richard has a theory and expounds upon it.Richard found himself not just attending but also presenting at a masterclass with Wampler Artist (and friend of the show) Andy Wood - and so the self titled 'English King of Fuzz' expounded on his knowledge. He also got to look at a very special Les Paul and tells us all about it. There was a really cool coincidence and there was really hot Indian food and a secret jam may or may not have taken place with the Electric Love Aquatone.The guys have discovered a new guitar gimmick and they discuss the merits of it and Brian has a number of product ideas. Richard apologises to the Big F as he was given a bum steer on some information about the Tone Master Pro.  He also has some further DIY questions for Professor Wampler and so is schooled in a methodology that may or may not serve him for life. Brian saw some UFOs and has a minor Patreon update. Airnold Schwarzenegger reads the credits.  Doc Martens, Cheap pedalboards, Bobbins, The Iron Horse pub, Megadeth, The Martinsville glove, Tractor Racing...it's all in this week's Chasing Tone!This episode is sponsored by the fine folk at Stringjoy.comThanks to all our supporters - you are awesome!We are on Patreon now too!Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/chasingtonepodcast)Awesome Merch and DIY mods:https://modyourownpedal.com/collections/booksFind us at:https://www.wamplerpedals.com/https://www.instagram.com/WamplerPedals/https://www.facebook.com/groups/wamplerfanpage/Youtube:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCdVrg4Wl3vjIxonABn6RfWwContact us at: podcast@wamplerpedals.comSupport the show

Ever wondered how a simple handkerchief or a pair of Doc Martens can tell a captivating story of identity and preference? Brace yourself for an enlightening journey through the intriguing world of non-verbal communication within the LGBTQ+ community. This episode promises to deepen your understanding of this lesser-known aspect of queer culture, commonly known as flagging. Discover how a color-coded bandana or the pocket it's tucked into can signal different preferences, and how earrings and keys play their part too. We also explore how flagging has evolved with pop culture influences, specifically hip-hop, and its role in the often delicate process of coming out.But that's not all! We also decode modern signaling trends you may have noticed but never understood. Carabiners, not just for rock climbing anymore, are now a proud symbol of the lesbian community. Doc Martens, a fashion statement for some, for others they're a subtle indicator of non-heterosexuality. Even nail polish isn't just about vanity, but can signal relationship status. Ever seen an upside-down pineapple and wondered why it's upside-down? Well, it's a sign of polyamory. And who would've thought that the color of a Loofah could carry a special meaning in certain adult communities in Florida! Prepare to have your mind blown as we reveal the hidden language of symbols within the LGBTQ+ community. Tune in and let's start this fascinating exploration together!Follow us on social @sexeddebunked or send us a message at sexeddebunked@gmail.com

In our fourth and final pilot episode as a Gilmore Girls podcast for superfans by superfans, we tackle the last references in the pilot including:  The worst food combination referenced in the entire show! How they almost ruined the show with implied puppy murder in the pilot, and so much more! If you love fall, Gilmore Girls, fast talking and coffee please make sure to leave us a review and reach out to us on instagram to share all your thoughts with us! We hope to share what we learn from you in future episodes as well so please do message us we cannot wait to talk to you! We cover: Viking appliances Doc Marten's Mommy Dearest Little Matchgirl  The Menendez Brothers Citizens Kane Flagelattion vs Flatulation Coffee and Chili Cheese Fries Nick at Night And so much more! Find us on instagram here: Tyler & Shae - Hosts of a Gilmore Girls podcast (@oywiththepodalready) • Instagram photos and videos  

Hier gibt‘s was auf den Nervus Phrenicus! Giulia ist seit Jahren das erste mal wieder gerannt und sie bereut alles. Chris hat mit 40 Fieber die Eiger-Nordwand bestiegen um oben das Solo von Englishman in New York zu spielen. Außerdem: Einblicke in Deutschlands versextesten Gospelchor, Doc Martens aus dem Air Fryer und der große Schluckauf-Trick. Hakuna Matata!DRINNIES Merch ShopInstagram GiuliaInstagram ChrisBestellt jetzt den neuen Roman von Tarkan Bagci: „Heartbreak.“ Überall erhältlich wo es Bücher gibt. Zum Beispiel auf heartbreak.infoProbiert Hellofresh und spart in Deutschland bis zu 120 Euro, in Österreich bis zu 130 Euro und in der Schweiz bis zu 140 Franken mit dem Code HFDRINNIES: https://www.hellofresh.de/HFDRINNIEShttps://www.hellofresh.ch/HFDRINNIEShttps://www.hellofresh.at/HFDRINNIES Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We have a packed episode for you today. First, we begin by looking at Bjorn Lomborg's fascinating Wall Street Journal Op-Ed titled: “Climate Change Hasn't Set the World on Fire”. You've seen all the hysterical headlines touting how the future of humanity is doomed and apparently how the whole world is on fire. We discuss Lomborg's very intelligent and rational examination and refutation of all this madness and crazy hysterical, apocalyptic headlines. Then, we look at the possible motivation behind the media coverage of the murder of two gay men.  Furthermore, you would think that the pure disaster that happened with Bud Light would have taught CEOs all over the world, you know, not to push trans-madness, but Doc Martens has decided otherwise and we're here to discuss all that and more. Last but not least, Trump has been indicted again and we welcome Greg Price, former daily caller journalist and current director for the State Freedom Caucus Cetwork, to bring you the truth behind this most recent indictment. The Left doesn't care about due process anymore. They're just throwing anything at the wall with the hope that it'll stick. This is an episode you won't want to miss.  --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ap-scoop/message

Dana breaks down the revelations from Devon Archer's testimony. Ron DeSantis invites Kamala Harris to Florida. Doc Martens promotes boots that show a transgender person with breast removal scars on their chest. How much worse were Biden's conversations with foreign adversaries than Trump's? The Susan B Anthony List finds Ron DeSantis's position on abortion "unacceptable". The media tries to drum up COVID again. The career goal of the moment is the “lazy girl job”.Please visit our great sponsors:Black Rifle Coffeehttps://blackriflecoffee.com/danaChange the lives of Veterans and their families with the Boot Campaign with every purchase of the Ready-to-Drink Coffee!Hartford Gold:CALL 866-887-1188 or text DANA to 998899.Call right now and they will give you up to $5000 of free silver on your first qualifying order. Hillsdalehttps://danaforhillsdale.comHead back to school with Hillsdale free online courses. Go to www.danafourhillsdale.com to learn more!KelTechttps://KelTecWeapons.comSign up for the KelTec Insider and be the first to know the latest KelTec news. Patriot Mobilehttps://patriotmobile.com/danaGet free activation with the offer code DANA.

Doc Martens promotes boots that show a transgender person with breast removal scars on their chest. Meanwhile, the media tries to drum up a COVID panic again.Please visit our great sponsors:Black Rifle Coffeehttps://blackriflecoffee.com/danaChange the lives of Veterans and their families with the Boot Campaign with every purchase of the Ready-to-Drink Coffee!Hartford Gold: CALL 866-887-1188 or text DANA to 998899.Call right now and they will give you up to $5000 of free silver on your first qualifying order. Hillsdalehttps://danaforhillsdale.comHead back to school with Hillsdale free online courses. Go to www.danafourhillsdale.com to learn more!KelTechttps://KelTecWeapons.comSign up for the KelTec Insider and be the first to know the latest KelTec news. Patriot Mobilehttps://patriotmobile.com/danaGet free activation with the offer code DANA.

The boys are crazy for the hunks of 1990s grunge music! Lace up your Doc Martens, lovers, because we are tromping in the moss on this one. In this episode of Boi Crazy, our podcast within the podcast, the Grawlix boys earnestly appraise the hunkworthiness of 1990s grunge era musicians. Adam has unreasonably rigid opinions about the genre. Andrew may or may not know what grunge is. Ben is a kid in a Seattle candy store. Is that a metaphor for heroin? Who was the hunkiest grunge era musician? Listen to find out! Wanna listen to the the entire episode? It's all here on our Patreon page: patreon.com/grawlixsaves And never fear, we'll be back next Tuesday with a brand-new episode of The Grawlix Saves the World! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

You may not know that I grew up a punk rock kid in the late 80's but that's a fact. My hair transitioned through lots of colors, my Doc Martens were original and my weekends full of hardcore shows at small venues near and far. What I learned in those formative years, as part of that scene, shaped much of my core identity and values that live through me still.  Today's guest similarly came of age in mosh pits along the eastern seaboard from Washington D.C to Boston, taking the pole position for women and becoming a matriarch within the fan culture.  Author, award winning teacher and punk rock maven Nancy Barile grew up promoting all ages hard core shows in Philly on Sunday afternoons before it was a thing…she's actually why it's a thing so you can thank her directly for that.  Having spent the past 28 years teaching English Language Arts to public school children outside of Boston, Nancy is here to share with you the most important life lessons the world of punk taught her and teach you how you can apply them to your own life-even if the music isn't for you ;) Her book “'I'm Not Holding Your Coat: My Bruises and All Memoirs of Punk Rock Rebellion” chronicles her experience as a woman at the leading edge of a musical and social movement full of (young)men. Join us as we explore: How the formation of identities and values in our teenage years live in us nowResourcefulness advice from the punk scene.A teacher's guide to punk inspired ways to build your confidence, innovative ideas and creativity. How to lead as a woman when you're outnumbered.Making room for women in a male dominated culture of music.Tools and practices to innovate, problem solve and expand what you're capable of from a 28 year public school teacher.  Connect with Nancy Barile Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nancybarile/Get her book “I'm Not Holding Your Coat”: on Amazon on Bazillionpoints.comGet her book with husband Al Barile “How Much Art Can You Take”.Find out more about “Kids will have their say” Read this article Quick note, I just want to say thank you for listening to this episode. I know it means a lot to myself and my guests.  If you enjoyed this episode, you will also like: Episode #32: Mihai Bancila:Love Art Not War Episode #39: Raghunath: Love and Service with a Punk Monk Mentor Episode #73: Brian Lima: Listen with Your Eyes MORE ABOUT NANCY BARILE Nancy Barile has been a public high school English Language Arts teacher working with students in Massachusetts for over twenty-eight years. In 2007, she was named a member of the USA Today All-Teacher Team, and in 2011 she was awarded the Massachusetts Commonwealth Award in Creative Leadership. She was a 2013 recipient of the Kennedy Center/Stephen Sondheim Inspirational Teacher Award. In 2013 she was named Boston Red Sox Most Valuable Educator, and she was a 2015 Top 50 Finalist for the Varkey Global Teacher Prize. Nancy is also an adjunct professor in the undergraduate and graduate schools of education of a Boston-area college. Her writing has been featured in the Huffington Post, The Guardian, Ozy, Education Week, the College Board, and Hey Teach. Nancy is the author of I'm Not Holding Your Coat: My Bruises and All Memoirs of Punk Rock Rebellion, which was published by Bazillion Points in 2021. She is also the author of How Much Art Can You Take? published by Radio Raheem. Nancy lives outside Boston with her husband Al Barile and Flippy the Beagle.

This week on the podcast we are joined by... no one! That's right, on this episode Jonah and Vanessa are reminiscing about the phenomenon of going to shoe stores as a kid and trying on shoes the old-fashioned way. We also discuss real-life current shopping experiences at malls, the time Jonah accidentally wore Vanessa's Doc Martens to school and are Vans just cooler versions of Keds? We also get deep into the history and demise of the Reebok Pump, although we still aren't sure if they actually do anything other than look cool. But that's not all. We also play a round of a game called CEO TAKEDOWN: THE SHOE IS ON THE OTHER FOOT, where we examine some statements made by Foot Locker's CEO about online shopping versus going to the mall to try on shoes and explore if the company has enough "runway" and "brand awareness" to offset the inevitable demise of mall culture. (Spoiler alert: Jonah doesn't think so although he would consider a leadership position on the company's board of executives should that opportunity become available.)See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Break out the Manic Panic and Doc Martens because this week we dig deep into nineties fashion with musician Alicia Bognanno aka Bully. We talk about our experiences taking foreign languages in high school, respective anxiety dreams and the year Jonah and Vanessa took a French class together despite the fact that he was two grades ahead. We also dig deep into the history of belly button rings, discuss whether they're making a comeback and share other piercing stories from our adolescent years. Finally, we play a round of BACK TO THE PRESENT where we reminisce about now-defunct mailorder catalogs ranging from Carvin Guitars (Jonah) to Delia's (Vanessa) as well as those Best Cuts catalogs where you could pick out your future hairstyle (Alicia). Did Jonah actually visit the NYU school of dentistry and have college kids work on his teeth in order to save money? You'll have to listen to this episode to find out—and while you're at it you should also pre-order Bully's upcoming album LUCKY FOR YOU, which comes out on Sub Pop Records on June 2nd. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The boys are back off the Holiday weekend and Robbie is hungover. We talk about how he got too drunk at his family party. Sebastian talks about his Staten Island Easter and how he acted out in his own way. It's spring time and allergies are here, which was a great thing for little stoner seb. The two talk about how hot sundresses and doc martens are this time of year and start planning a moon ceremony. This episode is sponsored by Sunset Lake CBD. Use promo code LOUD for 20% off your entire purchase. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This week Jeremy interviews Greg Attonito of the Bouncing Souls. On this episode, Jeremy and Greg talk Idaho, New Jersey, Meryl Streep, Bruce Springsteen, opening for the Ramones, accidentally becoming a frontman, preserving your voice, overcoming insecurity, self releasing albums, Doc Martens, Faygo, the impact of Thom Wilson, making the new Bouncing Souls record "Ten Stories High", and so much more!!! SUBSCRIBE TO THE PATREON to hear a bonus episode where Greg answered questions that were submitted by subscribers! Follow the show on INSTAGRAM and TWITTER Want some First Ever Podcast merch? Click here!

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Get ready for an extra-magical grab bag episode—partly because we're recording in person! Its stars: a question we loved so much, our conflicted boots, gossiping about toddlers, an impassioned pitch for Farmer's Fridge, setting calendar alerts for topics of conversation, and the most revelatory jeans that have ever crossed our fitting-room doors.   Movie we're itching to see: Women Talking (thanks for the pitch, Fran.) based on this Miriam Toews book.   The winter boots we have mixed feelings about…but wear the crap out of: Claire's No.6 clog ones (covered by The New Yorker *and* The New York Times) and Erica's Doc Marten zip chelsea style.   Should you find yourself in an airport: Eat Farmer's Fridge! Try the baja bowl, green goddess salad, or pineapple coconut chia pudding.   Dr. Harvey Karp's Happiest Toddler on the Block, source of toddler gossip advice.   Anne Helen Petersen on calendar culture.   For some WOW-inducing jeans, check out Ganni's Figni style (and perhaps watch the vid of how they work?). For more on statement flies, see Tibi's double-waisted Sam jean and this Vogue story. Another good denim source: Totême.   Have thoughts about jeans/winter boots/airport food? Let us know 833-632-5463, podcast@athingortwohq.com, or @athingortwohq—or join our Geneva! And try out a Secret Menu membership for a whole lot more recommendations. This episode may contain paid endorsements and advertisements for products and services. Individuals on the show may have a direct, or indirect financial interest in products, or services referred to in this episode.     Zip over to Noihsaf Bazaar to buy, sell, and even make new friends. Get that good ecomm experience with Shopify. Get a free 14-day trial with our link. Count on LifeMD to get the telehealthcare you need, when you need it. YAY.   Produced by Dear Media

PANTS with Kate Moennig and Leisha HaileyProduced by Melisa D. Monts and Diamond MPrint ProductionsEdited by Diane Kang Leisha has deja vu listening to last week's PANTS while on a walk. Kate (with the help of Ana) teaches her 80 year old mother how to use an iPhone. They then question why Shane can't talk about Jenny?! Follow us on Twitter @ThePantsPodFollow us on Instagram @ThePantsPodEmail us: kateandleisha@gmail.comMusic: Carol Parra @csssuxxxArtwork: Lovefoxxx Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.