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Miracle On Route 34: Part 3 Being naughty can be a very good thing, if he needs help getting jolly. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Just when I thought it couldn't get better;" Ginny sighed, lost in bliss. "You certainly know what a woman wants." "I aim to please." Santa said cheerfully, putting one arm around her waist and holding her close while he guided the sleigh. "Think we might've sated you for a while?" "Hmm, maybe for a bit, right?" she purred, stretching like a cat before sitting forward and looking down over the earth, lit by clusters of lights that punctuated the darkness of Christmas Eve. It wasn't long before she began to giggle. "Schilling for your thoughts." Santa said, giving her tit a squeeze. "Well, you probably don't remember, but we've met before," she mentioned lightly, turning her head to wink at him. "I sure remember it." "Oh? Do tell." "Well," she said casually, her thoughts drifting back. "I was sixteen and my girlfriends and I were at the mall. We saw you and decided to sit on your lap. So Cari and I were sitting on you at the same time, squirming our asses on you and kept whispering naughty things in your ears, things we wanted to do to you, you know?" Santa didn't respond for several moments. "See?" Ginny said, smirking. "Told you that you didn't remember." "What; was the date of that, Virginia?" he asked warily. "December fifteenth, eight years ago, about seven-thirty pm," she said. "I still have a photo. Why?" "Because I wasn't in your city on December fifteenth eight years ago," he said with reluctance. "I was in Lahina on Maui, judging a naked limbo contest at a luau." She was silent for some time. "You're; you're sure?" Santa nodded. "Oh, God;" Ginny whispered, her eyes distant. "That means that Cari and I were grinding on some creepy mall Santa; oh, shit, I could feel him getting hard and everything!" Ginny scrunched her face up in revulsion and was flapping her arms in horror. "Oh, God. Blah! Blah! Blah!" Santa's roaring laughter echoed through the darkness as his date for the evening struggled to not puke off the side of the sleigh and onto the unsuspecting town below. Silent Runnings. She always kind of assumed that the sleigh made little or no noise when it touched down on a roof. After all, what kept some survivalist gun nut from trying to blow Santa away with his collection of automatic rifles when he heard some noise he couldn't account for? The sleigh glided silently onto the roof, the blades letting out little more than a hiss and the patter of the reindeer's hooves barely audible. Santa leapt out lightly and assisted her in exiting the sleigh before grinning at her. "Now, I won't be long, just hang tight and stay near the sleigh, if you're within the Gellar Field, you'll keep warm, alright?" Ginny raised an eyebrow in his direction, nonplussed. "Um, 'excuse me? I'm here with Santa Fucking Claus on Christmas Motherfucking Eve. How many times can a girl say that? If you think for one second I'm not delivering presents with you, then you're even more stupid that Krampus. I'm coming." Santa seemed hesitant. "Virginia, I've been at this since Proto-Hittite times, one way or another. I'm kind of an expert and I don't want you to hurt;" "Oh, get real," she snorted, pushing past him toward the chimney. She was glad to note that the 'Gellar Field', whatever the hell that was, seemed to be keeping her warm at this distance. "If your fat ass can fit down a chimney with that huge bag, so can mine." She clambered over the lip of the chimney and eased herself down inside it. Santa watched silently as she wriggled out of sight. There was no noise for several seconds. Finally Ginny spoke, her voice coming up the flue. "Okay, kinda stuck here, with my nose pressed into my own asshole. Little help?" Santa chuckled lightly and reached for a can of grease. Piloting a Ginny. "You're getting better at this, I must say," Santa remarked as he rummaged through his bag of presents while Ginny guided the sleigh. "Last person who drove the sleigh for me, the reindeer resisted a lot. They like you." "Oh?" Ginny replied, twisting the reins slightly and veering the sleigh team southwest. "Who was she?" Santa cleared his throat. "Actually, it was Krampus. Well, he was Pete back then, and it was over six hundred years ago." It took Ginny a moment to recover from her shock and concentrate on guiding the sleigh. Fortunately, the reindeer seemed to know where they were going. "Six hundred;" "Yup," Santa confirmed. "The Belgian monks were still getting the recipe for Stella Artois right the last time one of my kids helped me out." "But what about all your wives you were telling me about?" she asked. "They must've been in the sleigh before." Santa shrugged. "Yeah, people have been in it, I've taken them places, but you and Pete are the only two who have ever helped me on Christmas Eve." She felt herself grow warm, and for once it wasn't because she was wet and horny. "I'm really helping you?" He nodded. "It may be that I'm late because of the donnybrook back at your place, Virginia, but that wasn't your fault, it's just what was meant to be. I was meant to be put behind and now you're meant to be driving this sleigh while I get organized. No matter how many me's there are out there, it won't make a difference unless you're here tonight. It's fated to be that way." Ginny didn't know what to say. She just calmly guided the sleigh, feeling a contentment she'd never quite known before. She was dimly aware of some other shadowy iteration of Santa's sleigh streaking by some miles to the north and waved absently. She couldn't explain why any of this made sense, but it did. She really was different after all. A house below them shone with a golden light in the dark and she turned the reigns easily to guide the reindeer in its direction. There were over a dense residential area, the streets lined with endless numbers of small homes and semis. They glided onto a roof and clambered out. She followed Santa and his present sack down the chimney. In spite of his bulk, he slid down the tight shaft in a way that made her cunt inexplicably wet. "Now that I think of it," she whispered as she wriggled down with him. "How do we get into houses where there's no chimney?" "It was a lot easier before central heating," he answered, almost upside down as he worked his way toward the ground. "For lack of a better term, it's just B & E, I guess. I've got the keys and security codes for every residence on earth." "Wow," she grunted as she twisted and wiggled, her tits squashed to her mouth. If they'd had more time she would have sucked on them for a bit as a reward to herself. "Even Kim Jong-Un?" "Yeah, but he's not getting anything you want to know about for Christmas," Santa muttered. "He's a very bad boy." "So, what, like a leaky bag of flaming panda shit?" she mused, occupying herself as she strained to keep up. "Because that's what he kinda deserves." "Christmas is the one night of the year we don't discuss politics, Virginia." Santa mentioned as he finally freed himself of the confines of the flue and dusted himself off. He helped Ginny out as well, smiling and kissing her nose as she held her off the ground. She blushed and let him put her down, moving to a corner of the living room and watching intently. The house they were in was not big, a modest home for a small family. Santa was rummaging around in his bag, absently noshing on the cookies left on a table near the tree. The tree itself was rather sparse on gifts, something Santa seemed to be rectifying. Ginny didn't notice the other person in the room until it was too late. "So there you are, big man;" Ginny started at the voice but Santa merely stood and turned around, smiling warmly. At the entrance to the room was a woman in a robe. She was older than Ginny, but not more than in her late twenties or early thirties. She had the look of a tired mom. "Been waiting a long, long time to prove to myself that you were real and the presents I couldn't account for just came out thin air," she sighed, nodding. She had sandy-brown hair, done in a long bob. Her face was pretty enough, but you could see in her eyes that sleep was more of an afterthought than anything. "But here you are." "It's good to see you, Linda." Santa said warmly, moving toward her and hugging her. She sighed as he embraced her and Ginny smiled, knowing exactly how content and relieved Linda felt at the moment, whoever the hell she was. "Whoa, did I just get jealous of some girl hugging Santa?" "I can't believe you're here in all your chubby glory," Linda remarked, smiling up at him. "It's a dream come true." Santa nodded. "Little Karen's been very good this year, Linda. She's a real blessing. I brought her the puppy she wanted." Ginny frowned and looked down at a small object that was obviously a puppy, wrapped prettily in Christmas paper and sporting a golden bow on its snout. The puppy panted happily, curled up and went to sleep beneath the tree. "She'll love it," Linda said quietly, her eyes shining. "She'll be so thrilled." "I know she will." Santa said, smiling and placing a hand on Linda's cheek. "Sorry things didn't work out with Bob. He doesn't know what he's missing." "Thanks, I keep telling myself that too," Linda said, dabbing at her eye. "Have you got an STD for his stocking, maybe?" "No," Santa chuckled. "But you need to know that everything's going to be fine, Linda. You've made it this far, you're raising an amazing girl and you own this place now. If I could give you Mother of the Year, I would. But I can't, not my department, so that leaves me to ask; what do you want for Christmas, Linda?" Linda looked into his eyes before her hands reached down and began fumbling with his wide, black belt. Ginny shook her head and sighed, knowing exactly why Linda's reaction was so instinctual. The mother turned her head and seemed to notice the girl in the abbreviated elf costume for the first time. "Oh," she said, her hands still undoing the belt. "Is she your chaperone, to make sure we behave?" "No, she's not my chaperone," Santa said, smiling and shaking his head. "She's my indispensable helper, without whom Christmas wouldn't come this year." Ginny blushed at his description of her. "Oh, okay," Linda said, kneeling and shimmying his red pants down and freeing his monstrous cock. "As long as she doesn't interrupt me enjoying my present." Ginny blushed again, but this time the hair on the back of her neck went up and her eyes narrowed. She folded her arms across her chest, leaned against the wall and watched silently. Very silently. "Wow," Linda mused, taking his cock in both hands and staring at it. "Just when I thought nothing could get longer than that white beard of yours." Ginny blinked and frowned for a moment. White beard? It suddenly occurred to her that Linda was seeing the Santa she had always expected to see, a fat, jolly old man with a long white beard, rosy cheeks and the rest of the Dickensian nonsense. To Ginny, he still looked like the towering, red-bearded lumbersexual she knew him to actually be. Whatever sort of glamour he radiated, it worked even in sexual situations. Without a pause, Linda took Santa's thick cock into her mouth with a sigh and began bobbing back and forth along its length. Her wet lips formed a tight seal around the shaft, her hands holding on to Santa's thighs for balance. "She's doing that all wrong," Ginny sniffed to herself. "He likes it when one hand is pumping along the shaft behind your mouth and the other one is teasing his balls. I should know." Santa turned his head, smiled at her and nodded. Ginny blushed and shut up. He took Linda's head gently in his hands, caressing her hair while she sucked his cock, letting her take all the time she liked. She undid her robe with one hand, letting it fall to a puddle at her knees, now naked. She had a mom bod, Ginny noted, not bad, she was trying to keep herself fit, probably with Tae Bo and jogging or spinning, if she could find the time. Her tits were somewhat pointy, but she wasn't repulsive by any means. Ginny felt herself getting warm as she watched, one of her hands coming up to caress her tits while the other snaked down inside the short green skirt she was wearing and beneath her thong, teasing her understandably gooey cunt. She watched intently as Linda pushed farther and farther down Santa's seemingly endless shaft, breathing through her nose as she tried to reach the root. The hand she kept on his thigh for balance squeeze his pale flesh while the other was massaging her tits, pinching the nipples. She moaned around his cock as he grew harder in her mouth. Ginny leaned her head against the wall, trying to not make noise as she pleasured herself, fingers teasing through her slippery folds or circling her throbbing clit. The hand she had on her tits mimicked Linda's squeezing and pinching her nipples, causing little needles of stinging delight to shoot through her. Linda's hand moved down between her legs and her fingers began churning inside her cunt. She moaned loudly as she pleasured herself. Normally Ginny would have thought she'd wake her kid, but Santa probably had some weird sound-dampening field just to keep things like this from happening. Typical. Ginny bit her lip as she watched, her skin blushing pink as she worked herself into a silent frenzy, her wet core beginning to blossom as Linda sucked and bobbed on Santa's cock faster and faster; Both women let out a loud moan as they came, pleasure bubbling up through Ginny's body while her fingers worked madly inside her clenching, slippery tunnel. Her knees buckled and she went to the floor, still fucking herself. Linda grunted and began swallowing as Santa came, finally pulling her mouth off and panting heavily, jerking his throbbing cock frantically and splattering his pearly cum across her tits with great eagerness. Ginny slowly lifted her head, gazing at Santa and Linda through heavily-lidded eyes. She'd cum so hard just from fingering herself. Was it her proximity to Santa that caused all her sensations to be so heightened? Santa knelt as well, hugging Linda to himself and whispering in her ear. She slowly pulled her arms up and embraced him, smiling against his shoulder and nodding gently, her eyes still closed. After holding her for some time, her took her by the chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. "Okay, back to bed with you," he said gently. "You'll sleep very well tonight and Karen will come to wake you." Linda smiled dreamily and rubbed her nose against Santa's before giving it a kiss. She stood, slipped her robe back on, winked at him and left without another word. Santa watched her leave and nodded in satisfaction. "Just what she needed," he said to himself. "Okay, Virginia, I'm going to finish these last few presents and then we're; Virginia?" But Ginny was still kneeling, slumped to one side against the wall and snoring. Santa chuckled and finished the presents before picking her up and holding her limp body under one arm and his giant sack over the other shoulder before disappearing up the flue in the blink of an eye. Carnal Knowledge. "Taip! Taip! Mano Dievas!" Kuni moaned loudly as she sat on her sister's face, grinding her cunt eagerly down onto Minna's mouth. Her blonde twin clamped her arms around her sister's thighs tightly as she lapped hungrily at the slick lips above. Santa was kneeling between Minna's legs, holding them wide and thrusting back and forth, his cock plunging in and out of her. Ginny was leaning against the wall once again, trying to not look exasperated. The Lithuanian girls were writhing and grinding in a frenzy, clearly enjoying their early Christmas present. It wasn't like they'd crept down and surprised Ginny and Santa, as Linda had, they had actually written to Santa, saying that their parents were away for the holiday and they wanted him to come and fuck them for Christmas. They'd been waiting patiently in the living room when Santa and Ginny appeared out of the chimney, the twins wearing nothing but their little cheerleader uniforms. Minna groaned shamelessly while she lashed her Kuni's twat with her tongue, shuddering as Santa's iron-hard rod nearly split her in half. Ginny had to admit, the blonde twins had rocking bodies, trim and tight from whatever activities they were involved in. She'd have to get into P90-X or Crossfit if she was ever going to compete with these two. "Senelis!" Minna gasped, sliding a finger up inside her sister, which Kuni ground on shamelessly. She gyrated her hips, fucking back against Santa, her fingernails digging into her sister's ass cheeks as she endured the battering waves of pleasure. "Ah, Duok man sunku!" "Pasakykite pra¨ome;" Santa replied, smiling slyly. "Pra¨om!" Minna wailed, her body almost thrashing. "Pra¨om pra¨om pra¨om! Nekankink manęs!" Santa nodded and leaned forward, pressing Minna's legs almost back against her body, his weight over her now as he sank his cock down inside her. The blonde girl almost screamed in pleasure. Kuni grappled onto Santa's neck and kissed him greedily, churning her cunt down onto Minna's glistening face. "Unreal," Ginny muttered. "And I thought I was a relentless horny machine. But you, sir, take the cake." "I would expect you of all people to understand by now," Santa said cheerfully. "Minna and Kuni have been very good this year. They're both at the top of their class, they've been socially active regarding building homeless shelters, they're both” "Over the age of eighteen?" Ginny bit out. "It's Lithuania, that wouldn't matter," Santa pointed out. "They've been very good girls and I'm duty-bound to give them what they want for Christmas." "So no point deductions for incest?" Ginny asked somewhat testily. "There weren't for you and your brother, were there?" he replied while Kuni nipped at his skin. Ginny blushed again and stopped talking. She watched while Kuni pulled herself off her sister's mouth and hastily clambered around to lie on top of her, kissing her sister while squirming her wet cunt down on Minna's. She groaned loudly when Santa pulled out of the girl below and pushed deep inside her. "Dear diary," Ginny muttered. "Having a great time in Vilnius, watching Santa skewer Lithuanian sisters;" Santa grunted and pushed in hard, his hips trembling as he started to cum. Kuni and Minna screamed into one another's mouths, hips bucking furiously. He pulled out of Kuni and slammed back into Minna, filling her with cum as well before both sisters scrambled to their knees while he stood. They swallowed his cock greedily, taking turns pumping the shaft while the other sucked on it. They kissed around the throbbing cock, licking the pearly cum off one another's faces. "Esate labai geros mergaitės," Santa breathed, holding them both gently by the back of their heads while they sucked hungrily. "Keep up the good work and Santa will see you again next year;" "If we're not still here with these two whores next Christmas;" Ginny thought darkly. Santa’s copilot. Ginny was guiding the sleigh, but she kept looking back at Santa, trying not to smirk. He was sitting beside her, a rather blank stare on his face, his eyes a little red around the edges. "I'm still sorta hungry;" he said somewhat absently. "So you actually thought 'Colorado Gold' was a brand of flour used to make baked goods?" "Note to self," he murmured. "Do not eat the brownies left out for you in Denver;" Basement Bound. Ginny followed Santa as they crept down the stairs toward the basement apartment, a prismatic glow on the wall ahead of them indicating a tree was nearby. They rounded a corner and paused. A young man dressed in X-Men boxers and a white t-shirt almost walked into them as he rubbed his eyes. He stared at them for a moment, saying absolutely nothing. After a long, awkward pause, Santa reached back into his sack and pulled out a wrapped gift which he slowly handed to the kid. The kid took it equally slowly and unwrapped it, his eyes widening as several deluxe editions of the newest PC games were revealed. The kid smiled sheepishly and sighed. "Thanks, now that I know you're real." "You don't seem happy, Kevin," Santa said, obviously concerned. "You've been great all year and these are what you wanted, right?" "I; yeah, they are," sighed the kid. "At least, that's what I told everyone I wanted. My friends and I, we're all gamers, and this is amazing, but;" "But;" Santa pressed. "Well, Christmas is also my birthday," Kevin said. "Here I am, eighteen finally, and I still haven't had sex with a girl yet." Santa smiled. "Well, I normally deal exclusively in Christmas wishes rather than birthdays, but perhaps this year I can help you out there, Kevin." Kevin raised an eyebrow. "Virginia," Santa stated, looking at her. "I give you Kevin the Boy. Return unto me Kevin the Man." Ginny couldn't believe what she said next. "Thought you'd never ask, Big Red;" She walked forward and took the games out of Kevin's hands, tossing them over her shoulder. Santa grabbed them hastily out of the air as Ginny poked a finger into Kevin's chest and pressed him up against the wall. His eyes were wide, not at all sure what was happening. "Santa's already given you your Christmas presents," Ginny said as she knelt in front of him and tugged at his boxers. "Which means it's up to me to give you a happy birthday;" She pulled the boxers down and tossed them aside. His cock was limp but she could already tell it was swelling with excitement. Rather than teasing the poor virgin, Ginny stroked his shaft and slid her mouth all the way down, deep-throating him. Kevin shuddered and groaned loudly. "Make all the noise you want, you won't wake your parents upstairs," Ginny mentioned, pulling her mouth off his cock for a moment and pumping the shaft with her hand while she looked up at him. "The big man here has some sort of sound-dampening field or some shit so that he doesn't get caught busting into people's houses." Kevin's hands flattened against the wall and his fingers flexed as she slid her mouth down his length again before bobbing back and forth in a slow rhythm. She felt his fingers take her by the hair and begin kneading, lost in this clearly new delight. She hummed gently, vibrating her mouth around his sensitive skin. "Well, look at you," she remarked, smiling as she pulled back and gazed at his now hard and throbbing cock, glistening with the wetness of her mouth. "That's a nice dick you've got there, Kevin. You're a grower, I'm impressed." Kevin took a deep breath. "Maybe, but it doesn't look like much when it's limp. The one time I let a girl at school see it, I was nervous and it shrunk, so she was laughing at me." "Then I'll give you a tip before I fuck you, Kevin," Ginny said, stroking the shaft and spitting on it, to keep it moist while she instructed him. "Girls can be hideous cunts about that sort of thing sometimes, but they have their own insecurities. So never bring your insecurity to the ballgame. You need to be turned on and your Johnson here on the rise by the time you get naked for her." "Uh-huh?" he said somewhat uncertainly, shivering as she bent her thumb so that the pad pressed against the top of his mushroom head every time she stroked down. He couldn't believe this was happening. Some hot Elf-chick who looked like a Warcraft mod was blowing him! "So from now on, you dominate, you got it?" Ginny said. "Make her get naked or make her turn you on so that she can see how big your cock is before you ever get out of your boxers. No girl is gonna say no to this thing when it's fully inflated, I promise." "R-really?" Kevin asked. Ginny kept her eyes locked with his but reached down under her panties for several moment before bringing her fingers up for display. They glistened wetly in the dim light. "It's made me horny, champ. And because of that cock, I need to fuck you. You with me?" Kevin just thunked his head back against the wall, closed his eyes and nodded. "Oh, and don't worry about trying to last," Ginny added. "Being around the Red Machine makes you want to fuck and cum all night. You'll be fine." She swallowed his cock with a will, determined to give this kid the best first time anyone had ever had. Her hand followed her mouth along the shaft and she hummed, swirling her tongue along its length. The kid wasn't Santa, but this would be a perfectly good ride for any girl worth fucking once he had his confidence. Her free hand worked its way back inside her panties and began fingering, teasing her wet folds and slipping inside, getting her ready for the main event. "Umm, do you want to fuck me, Kevin?" she asked, smiling up at him. "Do you want to fuck my cunt good and hard?" "Uh; yes;" he whimpered. "Say it like you mean it, Thor," she insisted, pressing her thumb along the throbbing vein on the bottom of his thick shaft. "The girl wants confidence. This cock is worth your best effort." He took several deep breaths before looking down at her and nodding. "I want to fuck you." "You do?" she asked before sliding him back down her throat. "No," he said finally, taking her under the arms and pulling her up. Ginny exhaled suddenly as his cock popped out of her mouth unexpectedly and he spun her around to press up against the wall. "I don't want to fuck you; I will fuck you." "That's my boy," Ginny breathed, her eyes flashing with sudden lust and delight. She spread her legs and tilted her hips forward, eager to feel him inside her. "Fuck me good and hard, Kevin!" "K-zon," the boy almost growled, pressing his throbbing cockhead against her entrance. "My gaming tag is K-zon and that's what the girls will call me when I fuck them!" Ginny nodded eagerly. "Good. Give it to me, K-zon;" She moaned loudly as he pushed inside her, heedless of any sense of timing or technique, but eager to be deep in a woman. He squeezed her sides as he trembled, overcome by the wet, tight sensation of her cunt gripping him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and one leg slung over his hip as she looked into his eyes. Ginny began a pumping motion with her hips, sliding back and forth on his cock while K-zon was paralyzed by the flood of pleasure. "Alright, slugger," she whispered in a husky voice as she fucked herself on him. "Let's bust this first nut of yours quick, so you know what to expect. Don't hold back, just pound my cunt until you blow, got it?" He nodded as he buried his face in her shoulder and started pumping awkwardly with his hips, his whole body trembling. Ginny felt an unreal flush of heat coursing through her already, an intense orgasm building up inside. Holy shit, was she turned on and about to get off because she was mentoring a virgin? She pulled Kevin tight against herself and shivered, letting out a gasp while he moaned and jammed his hips up tight against hers, she could feel his cock twitching inside her as he spunked, Her own orgasm flooded over her, molten bubbles of ecstasy popping by the millions throughout her sweating, slick frame. He almost buckled at the knees, collapsing against her, panting like he'd run a marathon. Ginny smiled and caressed his hair, feeling his still-hard cock throbbing inside her. She ran her fingers over his cheek and looked into his eyes. "Ready to keep going?" she asked. "Second one's usually even better." He nodded and she pulled him down to his knees while she got on all fours, wiggling her invitingly. She winked back at him. "You know what to do, K-zon," she purred. "Show me what you're gonna do to the girls this coming year;" Without another thought, he took Ginny by the hips and slid his cock deep inside her again. Ginny moaned loudly, lowering her head to the floor and pushed back against him. She felt him begin to push back and forth and matched his rhythm by squeezing her cunt muscles around him as he slid in. His fingers dug into her hips and ass cheeks delightfully. She could tell he might last a little longer this time, but not by much. Then again, she wasn't here to teach him to be a sex god, she was here to pop his cherry and give him a birthday to remember. "Umm, right there, big man;" she panted, surprised that she meant what she was saying. She wasn't just stroking his fragile ego, she was quite serious, because he was hitting a spot in her cunt that she really liked. He had a long enough cock that it touched her pleasure spot and he was just wide enough to pleasantly stretch her so that she knew she was being fucked properly. With confidence, this kid would be a good lay. Kevin slapped his thighs against her ass cheeks and she squeaked and yelped in response. Her gooey cunt clenched him tightly, utilizing those vaginal contractions she seemed to be so damned expert at tonight. "Fuck;" Kevin grunted as he pumped his hips, his chest now glistening with sweat. "This is so much better than my hand or a fleshlight!" "Uh, and you feel a lot fucking better than a vibe," Ginny panted, still face-down and ass-up. "You're gonna make them scream, K-zon;" He seemed encouraged by her words and pumped harder, determined to make Ginny and himself cum again. He seemed to have found his rhythm and fucked her steadily, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the unreal sensation of sex with a live girl. Ginny bit at the knuckle of her middle finger, aware of how flushed and warm her body was. She could feel her wetness trickling down over her stomach from her cunt, since her ass was perched in the air. The slick, sucking noises of her sex were unmistakable. "Oh, you're doing really good, K-zon," she said breathily. "You're gonna have me cumming again before long!" Kevin seemed to be beyond words as he merely nodded hastily and kept fucking her, eyes closed and back arched. The slapping noise of his thighs against her ass was a wet one now, since they were both sweating profusely. She could feel the damp perspiration in her hairline, her mouth open and she wiped at it when she realized she was almost drooling. "Yes, K-zon!" she gasped, using the name he wanted again, pushing back against him but still letting him control the action. "Fucking make me cum! Don't hold back! Uh, fuck!" Kevin jammed his hips against her suddenly and cried out, a sound that Ginny echoed half a second later. Rapture splintered through her as she came, feeling him slamming against her as he climaxed, his pearly offering now deep inside her. Through glassy eyes, she looked around for Santa, to see if he was watching, but he was nowhere in sight. Kevin seemed ready to fall over, exhausted, but she gently pushed backward until he sat on his behind with her in his lap, facing away. Slowly she turned around and laid him on the floor, his cock still deep inside her. She put her hands on his shoulders and smiled down at him, her nipples tracing little patterns over his chest as she did so. "That was amazing, K-zon," she said quietly. "A really great addition to my night." He was still breathing heavily but nodded at her. "Thanks. It was more than I could have hoped for. I;I guess it's been a busy evening for you this way?" "Well, you're my only virgin to this point, if that's what you're asking," Ginny sighed. "The big red machine has fucked me more times tonight that I care to remember and I was nearly raped to death by Krampus, so this was exactly the sort of change of pace I needed, you know?" She sat up, still straddling him and impaled on his cock, a thought occurring to her. "Hey, Big Red," she called out. "I just let him bust in me twice, do you have any fixes dated from yesterday?" A tiny white pill flew out of the other room. She caught it deftly in her hand and popped it in her mouth. "I'm getting good at this 'time-is-fluid' shit," she giggled to herself. "Maybe I'll teach quantum physics." "You don't need a glass of water or anything?" Kevin asked, looking up at her. "Trust me, Kevin, if there's one thing I'm good at, it's swallowing." Ginny replied, smiling down at him somewhat haughtily before carefully pulling herself off his cock, causing them both to shudder and moan quietly. She knelt over his waist and sucked on his cock, cleaning their mingled cum off him and then helping him to his feet. She slipped her thong back on while Kevin retrieved his boxers. They were just straightening themselves out when Santa appeared from the other room. "Did you enjoy your birthday present, Kevin?" he asked cheerfully. "Yessir," the newly-minted young man said. "Best birthday present anyone ever received." "Glad to hear it," Santa said, nodding. "And I know it doesn't compare to what Virginia just gave you, but I think you'll be pleased with your new rig I just set up. Five terrabytes of hard drive space, thirty-two gigs of DDR4 RAM, an overclocked quad-core CPU that'll put the i7 to shame, eight fans, a nickle and copper piping coolant system and L E D to make sure everyone knows you're in the house. Oh, and I've upgraded your server to be multi-line, WAN and load-balancing. You and your guild will never lag again as long as you host." Kevin's eyes went wide. "I've got fat pipes?" Santa nodded while Ginny shook her head, understanding none of this geek talk. It only figured that Santa was a giant nerd. Kevin looked like he might faint. "Well, I've just done what you deserved," Santa mentioned. "It's Virginia who should get the credit for your night being so spectacular." "Yeah," Kevin said, blushing and smiling at her. "Thanks." "My pleasure, trust me," she said easily. "Somebody have a pen I can use?" Santa handed her one and she looked at Kevin. "Your number, dude." Kevin managed to stutter out his number, which she wrote down on her wrist before nodding in satisfaction and giving the pen back to Santa. "Alright, if I ever happen to be in Ohio for some godforsaken reason, I can look you up and give you a booty call. Sound good?" Kevin nodded dumbly. "Just remember this," she said, poking him in the chest, her voice serious. "You've got a lot to learn still. You've got a nice cock between your legs, don't treat it like a Louisville Slugger and just beat the hell out of her with it, you're better than that." He nodded. "And if a girl wants you to fuck her, she'll give you signals, so watch." Ginny added, poking his chest with her nail. "Don't assume you can just force yourself on anyone or next year it's dead spiders in your stocking, you got it?" Kevin nodded again. "Excellent," she said sweetly. "Now go to sleep, champ. Merry Christmas and happy birthday. C'mon, Santa, we have a holiday to save!" "Yes, my lady!" Santa laughed, following her out of the basement. They were back on the roof when Santa smirked at her as they climbed into the sleigh. "Dead spiders in the stocking?" She shrugged. "Isn't that what you'd give a guy if he forced himself on a girl?" "Well, no," he replied as he snapped the reins and they took off into the cold night air. "That's more of a legal issue. If he was considering it, I wouldn't have mentioned dead spiders, I'd' have been more inclined to point out that he'd spend the next few years in a cell as some fat, greasy tattooed bastard's buttery cornhole." The sleigh lurched to one side as Ginny burst out laughing. A Pretty Man. Santa stared awkwardly, making a wry face while Ginny stood off to the side, smirking. Standing in front of Santa was a very pretty young man in pale pink pajamas, his hands behind his back, one knee turned in, twisting his toe into the rug and blushing expectantly. Ginny wiped a tear away from her eye, she was trying so hard not to laugh. "Yeah, that ain't happening." Santa said finally. "But I've been so good;" the young man cooed, smiling coyly and winking. "C'mon, Santa," Ginny urged, clearly enjoying his discomfiture. "He's been so good, and you always reward your good children, don't you?" "Nice try, lady," Santa said, pressing behind his ear, apparently activating a communicator. "Get Agent 641 to me, I need a pinch hitter, stat." Santa threw a small disk on the floor while Ginny and the young boy in pink watched curiously. The device oscillated and expanded, becoming a larger disk. Seconds later it began to glow and hum. A column of rainbow light radiated up from it and a kneeling shape appeared. Seconds later, the rainbow light faded away and a lithe, comely figure stood. He had the same slender, beautiful features as the warrior-elves who had fought earlier that night, his eyes a piercing violet color, his impossibly long raven hair held in gold rings. His pale body was naked except for a tiny thong. "Holy shit snacks;" Ginny breathed as she gazed stupidly at the new arrival, feeling her thong get wet. "Ylmarin, young Trevor here has been an extra-good boy, perhaps you'd care to reward him?" Santa suggested as the inhumanly graceful being stepped off the platform. The tall being looked down at the young man named Trevor, assessing him and then nodded. "Yes, sire, I can absolutely do this." Trevor blushed furiously and giggled, covering his face. Ylmarin reached over and took the boy's hand before leading him back to the bedroom. Santa nodded and began rummaging around in his toy sack, putting items under the tree. "Okay, we got that out of the way," he said, squatting and putting items under the decidedly pink-lit tree. "Virginia, if you could hand me the, Virginia? Ginny?" He frowned and turned to look for his helper, finally sighting her. She was standing in the doorway to the bedroom and looking in. One of her hands squeezing her tits while the other had snaked down inside her panties. "Alright, go on, you little voyeur." Santa chuckled, shaking his head. "Yum yum!" she squeaked and skipped into the room, from which moans were now emanating. Seeking to be naughty. "You weren't worried about being on the Naughty List if you waited up for me?" Santa asked the dark-haired girl as she sat on her floor, watching him intently. She pushed her glasses up her nose and shook her head, pretty curly locks spilling over her shoulders as she did so. "Not worried, hmm?" he mused, observing her. "So you think you're already on the Naughty List?" The girl nodded. Ginny blinked and pursed her lips. "Why isn't she talking? Is she mute or doesn't she speak English?" Santa shook his head. "No, Ellie's just shy. She doesn't speak much at first, but once she gets going;" He knelt down in front of the girl and smiled. "Well, here I am. What is it you wanted to ask me, Ellie?" The tan girl turned her head and looked down at the floor sheepishly for several seconds before working up the nerve to speak. "I; I want my daddy, Santa." Ginny blinked. "She what, wants him back from deployment for Christmas, she wants her father to move back home;" "No, Virginia," Santa said cheerfully. "She doesn't want her father, she wants her daddy." "Oh," Ginny said, suddenly understanding. "So, now what?" "That's all she wanted for Christmas, so we give her, her daddy." Santa said simply. The girl's eyes lit up in delight and she sat up straight, looking very excited. Santa pointed behind Ellie and she turned to look behind herself; Her daddy stood in the doorway, his green-hazel eyes mirroring her excitement and a big grin on her face. His long, sandy-blond hair fell down to his shoulder blades. "Daddy!" Ginny squealed as she scrambled to her feet and threw herself against her daddy, kissing him feverishly. He held her tight, returning the kiss while she began pulling his clothes off him. "I missed you so much!" "Missed you too, baby;" he murmured through the kiss as he pulled her top off, exposing her lush tits. "I never had a daddy." Ginny sighed as she watched the couple get increasingly naked and feeling the now-familiar tingle building. "I should take care of that at some point." "I've got some other deliveries in the immediate area," Santa mentioned. "How about I go take care of them while you have a little fun with these two?" "Well, I'm not attracted to girls." Ginny said in a non-committal tone. "You just didn't know you were until tonight." Santa replied, smiling. "Just trust me on this, Virginia." "Well, like you said earlier, I've had you inside all my orifices, so what's the harm in trusting you now, right?" she admitted, shrugging. Would being bisexual be such a bad thing? It certainly widened her options for dating. Santa nodded and walked out of the room. Ginny turned to look at the couple she was left with, who were already splayed out on the rug, naked and pleasuring one another. Ellie was lying on top of her daddy, facing down his body and sucking on his cock hungrily while he was pulling her slippery cunt lips apart and sliding his tongue up and down her twat, making her shiver and moan. "Fuck it," Ginny said finally, stripping out of her skimpy outfit and walking up to the two of them. She laid down beside Ellie's daddy and smiled at her, both their heads over hips. "Feel like tag-teaming, babe?" Ellie looked up for a moment and nodded readily. Ginny smiled and leaned in, flicking her tongue against the tip of his cock. The curly-haired girl giggled and joined Ginny in teasing the throbbing cock, taking turns sliding their tongue up and down the shaft while the other swirled her tongue around the head and took it into her mouth, starting to bob up and down. Ginny felt herself getting really wet and pressed her lips to Ellie's around the head of her daddy's cock, kissing her. They both moaned as their tongues tangled around the glistening head. Ginny's hand slipped into the girl's hair, wrapping in it to hold her in place. Ellie smelled like strawberries and Ginny felt herself getting wetter as she took in the scent. "Daddy," whimpered the girl. "Fuck me;" Ginny knelt up while the other girl straddled her daddy's hips, facing down his body. Her sticky cunt was positioned over his throbbing cock and Ginny took hold of it and guided it home. Ellie sighed almost in relief as she sank down, his cock filling her. Smiling wickedly, Ginny made Ellie lie back along her daddy's body and the girl gasped as her put his hands on her tits and held her. As Ellie and her daddy began to squirm and writhe, her glistening cunt swallowing his cock greedily, Ginny bent down and tongued at the shaft as it slid back and forth through her lips. She pressed her thumb gently on Ellie's clit, causing her to shudder and moan loudly. Then her tongue traced a slow route around the engorged cunt lips, teasing her new girl lover. Ellie whimpered and panted, begging her daddy to fuck her harder. Ginny sucked Ellie's clit into her mouth and was rewarded with a strangled cry from above. She fondled the sac in front of her gently and pressed on the throbbing vein. Her cunt was getting wetter with each passing moment and she needed to know if Ellie would share; Without another word, she crawled over Ellie and settled down on top of her, her tits squashing into the succulent set below. She moved around until she felt her cunt pressed to Ellie's and the magical, rhythmic motion of the cock still pumping in and out of her. She shuddered as their lips and clits met and they wrapped their arms around one another, kissing shamelessly. Tongues snaked and writhed as they moaned into one another's mouths. "Daddy," panted the younger girl. "Fuck Santa's elf-girl; fuck her please;" Ginny felt her own ferocious desire rising as the cock slurped out of Ellie and pressed against her. She groaned gutturally as she felt the head penetrate and then she pressed down eagerly, taking it deep inside her. Still sandwiched between them, Ellie took one of Ginny's tits and sucked the nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Ginny arched her back and hissed through clenched teeth, squeezing hard on the invading cock. She ground down on Ellie's daddy, gyrating her hips and her fingers digging into the other girl's skin. Ellie sucked and bit her nipples, the delicious sting heightening her ecstasy. She body was streaming with sweat while he fucked her, Ellie's soft flesh undulating against hers. She could hear him panting and feel him stiffening and knew what happened next. With great haste and even greater reluctance, she pulled herself off the cock and knelt, pulling Ellie up into a kneeling position. She helped her daddy stand quickly while Ellie took his cock and pumped it eagerly with her hand. Once he was standing, they both attacked his cock with their mouths and hands, pleasuring him beyond endurance. He put his hand on the back of their heads and groaned loudly, his hips shuddering as he came. Both girls pressed their faces in, letting him spurt on their mouths and cheeks, hands still working the shaft quickly. The warm, sticky cum brought with it a warm flush of memories, how it always felt on her skin, the tingling, scintillating pleasure she always felt in the ardor of others. Ellie's soft tits pressed to hers, their cheeks meeting as they accepted the pearly offering, on their chins and now glazing their tits; she loved it all. She was never happier than when she was in the throes of passion with others. Was this what she was truly meant to do? Was this a Christmas epiphany? Ellie and Ginny began kissing hungrily, licking the cum off one another's faces with a fervor, then off each other's neck and tits. They returned their attention to the still twitching cock, kissing and sucking it dry. Once Ellie's daddy was spent, she laid him down and Ginny helped her snuggle into his warm, loving embrace. The girl smiled at her and giggled before blowing a kiss. Ginny gathered up her outfit and exited the apartment quietly. Not surprisingly at this point, the sleigh was just pulling back onto the roof as she arrived. Santa smiled at her. "So did you know I was bi all these years?" she asked as she clambered into the seat and beside him and snuggled into his side as they took off. He nodded. "Not my place to rob you of your journey of self-discovery, though." "Maybe," she sighed. "But think about all the fun I've missed out on, not playing with girls too. Doubling the size of my dating pool might have made a difference." "You've always been who you're meant to be, Virginia," he said cheerfully. "And your little epiphany tonight is going to have big implications in the year to come. Trust me." Her eyes widened. "For real?" "Would I lie?" Santa laughed. Ginny in the sleigh. Ginny was lying back in the plush red seat of the sleigh, her chest heaving as she stared at the pre-dawn sky. Her little elf-outfit was almost in shreds and she was missing one of her shoes. Even Santa looked a little worn. "So that's what sex with an entire sorority house feels like;" she said distantly. "Kinda gives me a new respect for those college quarterbacks. Those girls are animals." Santa nodded. "I have to admit, that wore me out a little too, which is saying something. And before you ask, yes, they have all been good this past year and they sent me one letter asking for Santa to fuck them as a sorority, so that really was their Christmas present." Ginny nodded. "That and the four metric tons of vibrators, dildos, eggs, anal beads, ben-wa balls and lingerie I saw you drop off; and about thirty Sybians." "They're a really good sorority house." Santa admitted. Ginny just stared at the sky. "Hard to believe that you're brought up a certain way, being told that good kids act a certain way, only to find out that being a total mega-slut is not grounds for being added to the Naughty List but sneaking cookies when mom told you not to is." "I didn't make the rules," Santa said, shrugging, but then he paused. "Oh, wait; ya know, I probably did, a long, long time ago." Ginny giggled tiredly. "This has been the longest and most oversexed night of my life, and that's saying something for me. Where are we headed, Big Man?" "Well, it's almost dawn." Santa said, looking east. "I'm going to have to drop you off before long now that my rounds are done." "Yeah," Ginny said somewhat reluctantly. "Since I don't have a house, I guess you should drop me off at my parents' place. I can't exactly tell 'em that my house was destroyed in a massive battle between Santa's elves and Krampus, but maybe they'll believe a gas main exploded." "You can't lie, Virginia, we've been over this." Santa said firmly. "Well I can't really tell them the truth either, can I?" Ginny pointed out, hoping she didn't sound too quarrelsome. "I know;" he said quietly, still guiding the sleigh. The soared through the dark sky for some time, saying nothing. Eventually, Ginny began to make out shapes in the night, sleek silhouettes that looked almost like slender, jet-powered Skidoos, being ridden by beings in strange armor with glowing runes and wild mans of hair. "Just my guardians," Santa said in an assuring tone. "Making sure there are no last-minute attempts to thwart us." The earth far below them took on a white cast and Ginny knew that they were above a region covered in snow. She couldn't feel it, but she could sense the cold air around them as the sleigh angled down, heading to the ground. The landing was predictably smooth and they finally came to a stop, flanked by the jet bikes and their unsettling warriors. Santa jumped out and helped Ginny down, smiling at her and wrapping her in a warm, furry red blanket from head to toe. When he pulled it off her, she was no dressed in a stylish red velvet dress, trimmed in white and ending on her upper thighs to show lots of leg. Her calf-high boots were red and edged with white, with adorable little poms dangling from the side. She even had a white poof to keep her hands warm and the Santa hat she now wore kept her ears toasty. "You look beautiful," he said as he waved in front of himself to conjure an ice mirror that reflected her image perfectly. "And without you, Virginia, there wouldn't have been a Christmas this year. You need to understand that." Ginny blushed prettily and walked alongside him, petting the reindeers as she walked by. She even gave Donner a kiss on the nose and the beast snorted and blushed, pawing the ground. They walked casually through the snow, holding hands until they were approached by several people. Ginny's eyes went wide, these were all women, clad in black armor with baroque chest plates reminiscent of bustiers. They all wore their hair bobbed, universally black or platinum in color and they carried savage-looking rifles or flamethrowers. They all knelt reverently as Santa approached. "Do I want to know?" Ginny breathed. "My personal guard," Santa said, nodding to the women as he passed through them. "Orphan girls I've saved from a cruel world. They're fanatically devoted to me, even beyond my elves." Her mouth was somewhat dry when she asked the next question. "Do you; you know;" "Yes, Virginia," he said, saving her the difficulty of asking. "They're also my lovers. When they're not fighting for me or standing guard, they live in the bliss I seem uniquely capable of giving women." "That doesn't sound like such a bad life," Ginny said, a hopeful tone in her voice. "I mean, I'm no orphan, but I'd say we pretty compatible sexually. Aren't we?" He turned and took her gently by the arms, smiling warmly down into her eyes in that way that made her knees go weak. Other people may have seen the fat old jolly man, but she could see only the copper-haired and bearded giant with eyes deeper than a galaxy and a boyish smile that she knew she'd always love. "You're right, Virginia, you're not an orphan," he said quietly. "These girls had no future. I have no right to rob you of yours. And believe me, you don't want to miss it." He took her hand and kept walking, snow gently falling as they walked through the stands of tall trees. When they emerged on the far side, he grinned and gestured grandly in front of them. Ginny's eyes went wide. Across the clearing was her lovely home, looking as good as new. Squads of warrior-elves stood guard menacingly around the perimeter while other, smaller beings she more associated with the Christmas story elves scampered around, making final adjustments to the domicile. "Like the whole thing never happened," Santa declared. "And there are even some improvements, I might add." "Ya don't say," Ginny said somewhat absently, still staring in disbelief. All sign of the titan battle fought on her property less than twelve hours ago were gone. "Uh; improvements?" Santa nodded. "We added solar panels and some subtle wind turbines, so you can officially live off the grid. Water's hooked up to a local artesian well. Improved your internet connection, you get about two hundred megabits per second, not to mention the fact that we connected you to our servers, so the Tor Network and the Deep Web have nothing on you for security and anonymity." "Wow;" was all she seemed to be able to say. "Let's see, we reinforced the frame and the roof, you could probably get hit by a meteor and barely notice," Santa continued. "Windows are made of transparent aluminum, they're durable, to say the least." "No bugs crashing through my bay windows?" she asked. "Actually got a nifty physics trick for you

Miracle On Route 34: Part 3 Being naughty can be a very good thing, if he needs help getting jolly. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Just when I thought it couldn't get better;" Ginny sighed, lost in bliss. "You certainly know what a woman wants." "I aim to please." Santa said cheerfully, putting one arm around her waist and holding her close while he guided the sleigh. "Think we might've sated you for a while?" "Hmm, maybe for a bit, right?" she purred, stretching like a cat before sitting forward and looking down over the earth, lit by clusters of lights that punctuated the darkness of Christmas Eve. It wasn't long before she began to giggle. "Schilling for your thoughts." Santa said, giving her tit a squeeze. "Well, you probably don't remember, but we've met before," she mentioned lightly, turning her head to wink at him. "I sure remember it." "Oh? Do tell." "Well," she said casually, her thoughts drifting back. "I was sixteen and my girlfriends and I were at the mall. We saw you and decided to sit on your lap. So Cari and I were sitting on you at the same time, squirming our asses on you and kept whispering naughty things in your ears, things we wanted to do to you, you know?" Santa didn't respond for several moments. "See?" Ginny said, smirking. "Told you that you didn't remember." "What; was the date of that, Virginia?" he asked warily. "December fifteenth, eight years ago, about seven-thirty pm," she said. "I still have a photo. Why?" "Because I wasn't in your city on December fifteenth eight years ago," he said with reluctance. "I was in Lahina on Maui, judging a naked limbo contest at a luau." She was silent for some time. "You're; you're sure?" Santa nodded. "Oh, God;" Ginny whispered, her eyes distant. "That means that Cari and I were grinding on some creepy mall Santa; oh, shit, I could feel him getting hard and everything!" Ginny scrunched her face up in revulsion and was flapping her arms in horror. "Oh, God. Blah! Blah! Blah!" Santa's roaring laughter echoed through the darkness as his date for the evening struggled to not puke off the side of the sleigh and onto the unsuspecting town below. Silent Runnings. She always kind of assumed that the sleigh made little or no noise when it touched down on a roof. After all, what kept some survivalist gun nut from trying to blow Santa away with his collection of automatic rifles when he heard some noise he couldn't account for? The sleigh glided silently onto the roof, the blades letting out little more than a hiss and the patter of the reindeer's hooves barely audible. Santa leapt out lightly and assisted her in exiting the sleigh before grinning at her. "Now, I won't be long, just hang tight and stay near the sleigh, if you're within the Gellar Field, you'll keep warm, alright?" Ginny raised an eyebrow in his direction, nonplussed. "Um, 'excuse me? I'm here with Santa Fucking Claus on Christmas Motherfucking Eve. How many times can a girl say that? If you think for one second I'm not delivering presents with you, then you're even more stupid that Krampus. I'm coming." Santa seemed hesitant. "Virginia, I've been at this since Proto-Hittite times, one way or another. I'm kind of an expert and I don't want you to hurt;" "Oh, get real," she snorted, pushing past him toward the chimney. She was glad to note that the 'Gellar Field', whatever the hell that was, seemed to be keeping her warm at this distance. "If your fat ass can fit down a chimney with that huge bag, so can mine." She clambered over the lip of the chimney and eased herself down inside it. Santa watched silently as she wriggled out of sight. There was no noise for several seconds. Finally Ginny spoke, her voice coming up the flue. "Okay, kinda stuck here, with my nose pressed into my own asshole. Little help?" Santa chuckled lightly and reached for a can of grease. Piloting a Ginny. "You're getting better at this, I must say," Santa remarked as he rummaged through his bag of presents while Ginny guided the sleigh. "Last person who drove the sleigh for me, the reindeer resisted a lot. They like you." "Oh?" Ginny replied, twisting the reins slightly and veering the sleigh team southwest. "Who was she?" Santa cleared his throat. "Actually, it was Krampus. Well, he was Pete back then, and it was over six hundred years ago." It took Ginny a moment to recover from her shock and concentrate on guiding the sleigh. Fortunately, the reindeer seemed to know where they were going. "Six hundred;" "Yup," Santa confirmed. "The Belgian monks were still getting the recipe for Stella Artois right the last time one of my kids helped me out." "But what about all your wives you were telling me about?" she asked. "They must've been in the sleigh before." Santa shrugged. "Yeah, people have been in it, I've taken them places, but you and Pete are the only two who have ever helped me on Christmas Eve." She felt herself grow warm, and for once it wasn't because she was wet and horny. "I'm really helping you?" He nodded. "It may be that I'm late because of the donnybrook back at your place, Virginia, but that wasn't your fault, it's just what was meant to be. I was meant to be put behind and now you're meant to be driving this sleigh while I get organized. No matter how many me's there are out there, it won't make a difference unless you're here tonight. It's fated to be that way." Ginny didn't know what to say. She just calmly guided the sleigh, feeling a contentment she'd never quite known before. She was dimly aware of some other shadowy iteration of Santa's sleigh streaking by some miles to the north and waved absently. She couldn't explain why any of this made sense, but it did. She really was different after all. A house below them shone with a golden light in the dark and she turned the reigns easily to guide the reindeer in its direction. There were over a dense residential area, the streets lined with endless numbers of small homes and semis. They glided onto a roof and clambered out. She followed Santa and his present sack down the chimney. In spite of his bulk, he slid down the tight shaft in a way that made her cunt inexplicably wet. "Now that I think of it," she whispered as she wriggled down with him. "How do we get into houses where there's no chimney?" "It was a lot easier before central heating," he answered, almost upside down as he worked his way toward the ground. "For lack of a better term, it's just B & E, I guess. I've got the keys and security codes for every residence on earth." "Wow," she grunted as she twisted and wiggled, her tits squashed to her mouth. If they'd had more time she would have sucked on them for a bit as a reward to herself. "Even Kim Jong-Un?" "Yeah, but he's not getting anything you want to know about for Christmas," Santa muttered. "He's a very bad boy." "So, what, like a leaky bag of flaming panda shit?" she mused, occupying herself as she strained to keep up. "Because that's what he kinda deserves." "Christmas is the one night of the year we don't discuss politics, Virginia." Santa mentioned as he finally freed himself of the confines of the flue and dusted himself off. He helped Ginny out as well, smiling and kissing her nose as she held her off the ground. She blushed and let him put her down, moving to a corner of the living room and watching intently. The house they were in was not big, a modest home for a small family. Santa was rummaging around in his bag, absently noshing on the cookies left on a table near the tree. The tree itself was rather sparse on gifts, something Santa seemed to be rectifying. Ginny didn't notice the other person in the room until it was too late. "So there you are, big man;" Ginny started at the voice but Santa merely stood and turned around, smiling warmly. At the entrance to the room was a woman in a robe. She was older than Ginny, but not more than in her late twenties or early thirties. She had the look of a tired mom. "Been waiting a long, long time to prove to myself that you were real and the presents I couldn't account for just came out thin air," she sighed, nodding. She had sandy-brown hair, done in a long bob. Her face was pretty enough, but you could see in her eyes that sleep was more of an afterthought than anything. "But here you are." "It's good to see you, Linda." Santa said warmly, moving toward her and hugging her. She sighed as he embraced her and Ginny smiled, knowing exactly how content and relieved Linda felt at the moment, whoever the hell she was. "Whoa, did I just get jealous of some girl hugging Santa?" "I can't believe you're here in all your chubby glory," Linda remarked, smiling up at him. "It's a dream come true." Santa nodded. "Little Karen's been very good this year, Linda. She's a real blessing. I brought her the puppy she wanted." Ginny frowned and looked down at a small object that was obviously a puppy, wrapped prettily in Christmas paper and sporting a golden bow on its snout. The puppy panted happily, curled up and went to sleep beneath the tree. "She'll love it," Linda said quietly, her eyes shining. "She'll be so thrilled." "I know she will." Santa said, smiling and placing a hand on Linda's cheek. "Sorry things didn't work out with Bob. He doesn't know what he's missing." "Thanks, I keep telling myself that too," Linda said, dabbing at her eye. "Have you got an STD for his stocking, maybe?" "No," Santa chuckled. "But you need to know that everything's going to be fine, Linda. You've made it this far, you're raising an amazing girl and you own this place now. If I could give you Mother of the Year, I would. But I can't, not my department, so that leaves me to ask; what do you want for Christmas, Linda?" Linda looked into his eyes before her hands reached down and began fumbling with his wide, black belt. Ginny shook her head and sighed, knowing exactly why Linda's reaction was so instinctual. The mother turned her head and seemed to notice the girl in the abbreviated elf costume for the first time. "Oh," she said, her hands still undoing the belt. "Is she your chaperone, to make sure we behave?" "No, she's not my chaperone," Santa said, smiling and shaking his head. "She's my indispensable helper, without whom Christmas wouldn't come this year." Ginny blushed at his description of her. "Oh, okay," Linda said, kneeling and shimmying his red pants down and freeing his monstrous cock. "As long as she doesn't interrupt me enjoying my present." Ginny blushed again, but this time the hair on the back of her neck went up and her eyes narrowed. She folded her arms across her chest, leaned against the wall and watched silently. Very silently. "Wow," Linda mused, taking his cock in both hands and staring at it. "Just when I thought nothing could get longer than that white beard of yours." Ginny blinked and frowned for a moment. White beard? It suddenly occurred to her that Linda was seeing the Santa she had always expected to see, a fat, jolly old man with a long white beard, rosy cheeks and the rest of the Dickensian nonsense. To Ginny, he still looked like the towering, red-bearded lumbersexual she knew him to actually be. Whatever sort of glamour he radiated, it worked even in sexual situations. Without a pause, Linda took Santa's thick cock into her mouth with a sigh and began bobbing back and forth along its length. Her wet lips formed a tight seal around the shaft, her hands holding on to Santa's thighs for balance. "She's doing that all wrong," Ginny sniffed to herself. "He likes it when one hand is pumping along the shaft behind your mouth and the other one is teasing his balls. I should know." Santa turned his head, smiled at her and nodded. Ginny blushed and shut up. He took Linda's head gently in his hands, caressing her hair while she sucked his cock, letting her take all the time she liked. She undid her robe with one hand, letting it fall to a puddle at her knees, now naked. She had a mom bod, Ginny noted, not bad, she was trying to keep herself fit, probably with Tae Bo and jogging or spinning, if she could find the time. Her tits were somewhat pointy, but she wasn't repulsive by any means. Ginny felt herself getting warm as she watched, one of her hands coming up to caress her tits while the other snaked down inside the short green skirt she was wearing and beneath her thong, teasing her understandably gooey cunt. She watched intently as Linda pushed farther and farther down Santa's seemingly endless shaft, breathing through her nose as she tried to reach the root. The hand she kept on his thigh for balance squeeze his pale flesh while the other was massaging her tits, pinching the nipples. She moaned around his cock as he grew harder in her mouth. Ginny leaned her head against the wall, trying to not make noise as she pleasured herself, fingers teasing through her slippery folds or circling her throbbing clit. The hand she had on her tits mimicked Linda's squeezing and pinching her nipples, causing little needles of stinging delight to shoot through her. Linda's hand moved down between her legs and her fingers began churning inside her cunt. She moaned loudly as she pleasured herself. Normally Ginny would have thought she'd wake her kid, but Santa probably had some weird sound-dampening field just to keep things like this from happening. Typical. Ginny bit her lip as she watched, her skin blushing pink as she worked herself into a silent frenzy, her wet core beginning to blossom as Linda sucked and bobbed on Santa's cock faster and faster; Both women let out a loud moan as they came, pleasure bubbling up through Ginny's body while her fingers worked madly inside her clenching, slippery tunnel. Her knees buckled and she went to the floor, still fucking herself. Linda grunted and began swallowing as Santa came, finally pulling her mouth off and panting heavily, jerking his throbbing cock frantically and splattering his pearly cum across her tits with great eagerness. Ginny slowly lifted her head, gazing at Santa and Linda through heavily-lidded eyes. She'd cum so hard just from fingering herself. Was it her proximity to Santa that caused all her sensations to be so heightened? Santa knelt as well, hugging Linda to himself and whispering in her ear. She slowly pulled her arms up and embraced him, smiling against his shoulder and nodding gently, her eyes still closed. After holding her for some time, her took her by the chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. "Okay, back to bed with you," he said gently. "You'll sleep very well tonight and Karen will come to wake you." Linda smiled dreamily and rubbed her nose against Santa's before giving it a kiss. She stood, slipped her robe back on, winked at him and left without another word. Santa watched her leave and nodded in satisfaction. "Just what she needed," he said to himself. "Okay, Virginia, I'm going to finish these last few presents and then we're; Virginia?" But Ginny was still kneeling, slumped to one side against the wall and snoring. Santa chuckled and finished the presents before picking her up and holding her limp body under one arm and his giant sack over the other shoulder before disappearing up the flue in the blink of an eye. Carnal Knowledge. "Taip! Taip! Mano Dievas!" Kuni moaned loudly as she sat on her sister's face, grinding her cunt eagerly down onto Minna's mouth. Her blonde twin clamped her arms around her sister's thighs tightly as she lapped hungrily at the slick lips above. Santa was kneeling between Minna's legs, holding them wide and thrusting back and forth, his cock plunging in and out of her. Ginny was leaning against the wall once again, trying to not look exasperated. The Lithuanian girls were writhing and grinding in a frenzy, clearly enjoying their early Christmas present. It wasn't like they'd crept down and surprised Ginny and Santa, as Linda had, they had actually written to Santa, saying that their parents were away for the holiday and they wanted him to come and fuck them for Christmas. They'd been waiting patiently in the living room when Santa and Ginny appeared out of the chimney, the twins wearing nothing but their little cheerleader uniforms. Minna groaned shamelessly while she lashed her Kuni's twat with her tongue, shuddering as Santa's iron-hard rod nearly split her in half. Ginny had to admit, the blonde twins had rocking bodies, trim and tight from whatever activities they were involved in. She'd have to get into P90-X or Crossfit if she was ever going to compete with these two. "Senelis!" Minna gasped, sliding a finger up inside her sister, which Kuni ground on shamelessly. She gyrated her hips, fucking back against Santa, her fingernails digging into her sister's ass cheeks as she endured the battering waves of pleasure. "Ah, Duok man sunku!" "Pasakykite pra¨ome;" Santa replied, smiling slyly. "Pra¨om!" Minna wailed, her body almost thrashing. "Pra¨om pra¨om pra¨om! Nekankink manęs!" Santa nodded and leaned forward, pressing Minna's legs almost back against her body, his weight over her now as he sank his cock down inside her. The blonde girl almost screamed in pleasure. Kuni grappled onto Santa's neck and kissed him greedily, churning her cunt down onto Minna's glistening face. "Unreal," Ginny muttered. "And I thought I was a relentless horny machine. But you, sir, take the cake." "I would expect you of all people to understand by now," Santa said cheerfully. "Minna and Kuni have been very good this year. They're both at the top of their class, they've been socially active regarding building homeless shelters, they're both” "Over the age of eighteen?" Ginny bit out. "It's Lithuania, that wouldn't matter," Santa pointed out. "They've been very good girls and I'm duty-bound to give them what they want for Christmas." "So no point deductions for incest?" Ginny asked somewhat testily. "There weren't for you and your brother, were there?" he replied while Kuni nipped at his skin. Ginny blushed again and stopped talking. She watched while Kuni pulled herself off her sister's mouth and hastily clambered around to lie on top of her, kissing her sister while squirming her wet cunt down on Minna's. She groaned loudly when Santa pulled out of the girl below and pushed deep inside her. "Dear diary," Ginny muttered. "Having a great time in Vilnius, watching Santa skewer Lithuanian sisters;" Santa grunted and pushed in hard, his hips trembling as he started to cum. Kuni and Minna screamed into one another's mouths, hips bucking furiously. He pulled out of Kuni and slammed back into Minna, filling her with cum as well before both sisters scrambled to their knees while he stood. They swallowed his cock greedily, taking turns pumping the shaft while the other sucked on it. They kissed around the throbbing cock, licking the pearly cum off one another's faces. "Esate labai geros mergaitės," Santa breathed, holding them both gently by the back of their heads while they sucked hungrily. "Keep up the good work and Santa will see you again next year;" "If we're not still here with these two whores next Christmas;" Ginny thought darkly. Santa’s copilot. Ginny was guiding the sleigh, but she kept looking back at Santa, trying not to smirk. He was sitting beside her, a rather blank stare on his face, his eyes a little red around the edges. "I'm still sorta hungry;" he said somewhat absently. "So you actually thought 'Colorado Gold' was a brand of flour used to make baked goods?" "Note to self," he murmured. "Do not eat the brownies left out for you in Denver;" Basement Bound. Ginny followed Santa as they crept down the stairs toward the basement apartment, a prismatic glow on the wall ahead of them indicating a tree was nearby. They rounded a corner and paused. A young man dressed in X-Men boxers and a white t-shirt almost walked into them as he rubbed his eyes. He stared at them for a moment, saying absolutely nothing. After a long, awkward pause, Santa reached back into his sack and pulled out a wrapped gift which he slowly handed to the kid. The kid took it equally slowly and unwrapped it, his eyes widening as several deluxe editions of the newest PC games were revealed. The kid smiled sheepishly and sighed. "Thanks, now that I know you're real." "You don't seem happy, Kevin," Santa said, obviously concerned. "You've been great all year and these are what you wanted, right?" "I; yeah, they are," sighed the kid. "At least, that's what I told everyone I wanted. My friends and I, we're all gamers, and this is amazing, but;" "But;" Santa pressed. "Well, Christmas is also my birthday," Kevin said. "Here I am, eighteen finally, and I still haven't had sex with a girl yet." Santa smiled. "Well, I normally deal exclusively in Christmas wishes rather than birthdays, but perhaps this year I can help you out there, Kevin." Kevin raised an eyebrow. "Virginia," Santa stated, looking at her. "I give you Kevin the Boy. Return unto me Kevin the Man." Ginny couldn't believe what she said next. "Thought you'd never ask, Big Red;" She walked forward and took the games out of Kevin's hands, tossing them over her shoulder. Santa grabbed them hastily out of the air as Ginny poked a finger into Kevin's chest and pressed him up against the wall. His eyes were wide, not at all sure what was happening. "Santa's already given you your Christmas presents," Ginny said as she knelt in front of him and tugged at his boxers. "Which means it's up to me to give you a happy birthday;" She pulled the boxers down and tossed them aside. His cock was limp but she could already tell it was swelling with excitement. Rather than teasing the poor virgin, Ginny stroked his shaft and slid her mouth all the way down, deep-throating him. Kevin shuddered and groaned loudly. "Make all the noise you want, you won't wake your parents upstairs," Ginny mentioned, pulling her mouth off his cock for a moment and pumping the shaft with her hand while she looked up at him. "The big man here has some sort of sound-dampening field or some shit so that he doesn't get caught busting into people's houses." Kevin's hands flattened against the wall and his fingers flexed as she slid her mouth down his length again before bobbing back and forth in a slow rhythm. She felt his fingers take her by the hair and begin kneading, lost in this clearly new delight. She hummed gently, vibrating her mouth around his sensitive skin. "Well, look at you," she remarked, smiling as she pulled back and gazed at his now hard and throbbing cock, glistening with the wetness of her mouth. "That's a nice dick you've got there, Kevin. You're a grower, I'm impressed." Kevin took a deep breath. "Maybe, but it doesn't look like much when it's limp. The one time I let a girl at school see it, I was nervous and it shrunk, so she was laughing at me." "Then I'll give you a tip before I fuck you, Kevin," Ginny said, stroking the shaft and spitting on it, to keep it moist while she instructed him. "Girls can be hideous cunts about that sort of thing sometimes, but they have their own insecurities. So never bring your insecurity to the ballgame. You need to be turned on and your Johnson here on the rise by the time you get naked for her." "Uh-huh?" he said somewhat uncertainly, shivering as she bent her thumb so that the pad pressed against the top of his mushroom head every time she stroked down. He couldn't believe this was happening. Some hot Elf-chick who looked like a Warcraft mod was blowing him! "So from now on, you dominate, you got it?" Ginny said. "Make her get naked or make her turn you on so that she can see how big your cock is before you ever get out of your boxers. No girl is gonna say no to this thing when it's fully inflated, I promise." "R-really?" Kevin asked. Ginny kept her eyes locked with his but reached down under her panties for several moment before bringing her fingers up for display. They glistened wetly in the dim light. "It's made me horny, champ. And because of that cock, I need to fuck you. You with me?" Kevin just thunked his head back against the wall, closed his eyes and nodded. "Oh, and don't worry about trying to last," Ginny added. "Being around the Red Machine makes you want to fuck and cum all night. You'll be fine." She swallowed his cock with a will, determined to give this kid the best first time anyone had ever had. Her hand followed her mouth along the shaft and she hummed, swirling her tongue along its length. The kid wasn't Santa, but this would be a perfectly good ride for any girl worth fucking once he had his confidence. Her free hand worked its way back inside her panties and began fingering, teasing her wet folds and slipping inside, getting her ready for the main event. "Umm, do you want to fuck me, Kevin?" she asked, smiling up at him. "Do you want to fuck my cunt good and hard?" "Uh; yes;" he whimpered. "Say it like you mean it, Thor," she insisted, pressing her thumb along the throbbing vein on the bottom of his thick shaft. "The girl wants confidence. This cock is worth your best effort." He took several deep breaths before looking down at her and nodding. "I want to fuck you." "You do?" she asked before sliding him back down her throat. "No," he said finally, taking her under the arms and pulling her up. Ginny exhaled suddenly as his cock popped out of her mouth unexpectedly and he spun her around to press up against the wall. "I don't want to fuck you; I will fuck you." "That's my boy," Ginny breathed, her eyes flashing with sudden lust and delight. She spread her legs and tilted her hips forward, eager to feel him inside her. "Fuck me good and hard, Kevin!" "K-zon," the boy almost growled, pressing his throbbing cockhead against her entrance. "My gaming tag is K-zon and that's what the girls will call me when I fuck them!" Ginny nodded eagerly. "Good. Give it to me, K-zon;" She moaned loudly as he pushed inside her, heedless of any sense of timing or technique, but eager to be deep in a woman. He squeezed her sides as he trembled, overcome by the wet, tight sensation of her cunt gripping him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and one leg slung over his hip as she looked into his eyes. Ginny began a pumping motion with her hips, sliding back and forth on his cock while K-zon was paralyzed by the flood of pleasure. "Alright, slugger," she whispered in a husky voice as she fucked herself on him. "Let's bust this first nut of yours quick, so you know what to expect. Don't hold back, just pound my cunt until you blow, got it?" He nodded as he buried his face in her shoulder and started pumping awkwardly with his hips, his whole body trembling. Ginny felt an unreal flush of heat coursing through her already, an intense orgasm building up inside. Holy shit, was she turned on and about to get off because she was mentoring a virgin? She pulled Kevin tight against herself and shivered, letting out a gasp while he moaned and jammed his hips up tight against hers, she could feel his cock twitching inside her as he spunked, Her own orgasm flooded over her, molten bubbles of ecstasy popping by the millions throughout her sweating, slick frame. He almost buckled at the knees, collapsing against her, panting like he'd run a marathon. Ginny smiled and caressed his hair, feeling his still-hard cock throbbing inside her. She ran her fingers over his cheek and looked into his eyes. "Ready to keep going?" she asked. "Second one's usually even better." He nodded and she pulled him down to his knees while she got on all fours, wiggling her invitingly. She winked back at him. "You know what to do, K-zon," she purred. "Show me what you're gonna do to the girls this coming year;" Without another thought, he took Ginny by the hips and slid his cock deep inside her again. Ginny moaned loudly, lowering her head to the floor and pushed back against him. She felt him begin to push back and forth and matched his rhythm by squeezing her cunt muscles around him as he slid in. His fingers dug into her hips and ass cheeks delightfully. She could tell he might last a little longer this time, but not by much. Then again, she wasn't here to teach him to be a sex god, she was here to pop his cherry and give him a birthday to remember. "Umm, right there, big man;" she panted, surprised that she meant what she was saying. She wasn't just stroking his fragile ego, she was quite serious, because he was hitting a spot in her cunt that she really liked. He had a long enough cock that it touched her pleasure spot and he was just wide enough to pleasantly stretch her so that she knew she was being fucked properly. With confidence, this kid would be a good lay. Kevin slapped his thighs against her ass cheeks and she squeaked and yelped in response. Her gooey cunt clenched him tightly, utilizing those vaginal contractions she seemed to be so damned expert at tonight. "Fuck;" Kevin grunted as he pumped his hips, his chest now glistening with sweat. "This is so much better than my hand or a fleshlight!" "Uh, and you feel a lot fucking better than a vibe," Ginny panted, still face-down and ass-up. "You're gonna make them scream, K-zon;" He seemed encouraged by her words and pumped harder, determined to make Ginny and himself cum again. He seemed to have found his rhythm and fucked her steadily, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the unreal sensation of sex with a live girl. Ginny bit at the knuckle of her middle finger, aware of how flushed and warm her body was. She could feel her wetness trickling down over her stomach from her cunt, since her ass was perched in the air. The slick, sucking noises of her sex were unmistakable. "Oh, you're doing really good, K-zon," she said breathily. "You're gonna have me cumming again before long!" Kevin seemed to be beyond words as he merely nodded hastily and kept fucking her, eyes closed and back arched. The slapping noise of his thighs against her ass was a wet one now, since they were both sweating profusely. She could feel the damp perspiration in her hairline, her mouth open and she wiped at it when she realized she was almost drooling. "Yes, K-zon!" she gasped, using the name he wanted again, pushing back against him but still letting him control the action. "Fucking make me cum! Don't hold back! Uh, fuck!" Kevin jammed his hips against her suddenly and cried out, a sound that Ginny echoed half a second later. Rapture splintered through her as she came, feeling him slamming against her as he climaxed, his pearly offering now deep inside her. Through glassy eyes, she looked around for Santa, to see if he was watching, but he was nowhere in sight. Kevin seemed ready to fall over, exhausted, but she gently pushed backward until he sat on his behind with her in his lap, facing away. Slowly she turned around and laid him on the floor, his cock still deep inside her. She put her hands on his shoulders and smiled down at him, her nipples tracing little patterns over his chest as she did so. "That was amazing, K-zon," she said quietly. "A really great addition to my night." He was still breathing heavily but nodded at her. "Thanks. It was more than I could have hoped for. I;I guess it's been a busy evening for you this way?" "Well, you're my only virgin to this point, if that's what you're asking," Ginny sighed. "The big red machine has fucked me more times tonight that I care to remember and I was nearly raped to death by Krampus, so this was exactly the sort of change of pace I needed, you know?" She sat up, still straddling him and impaled on his cock, a thought occurring to her. "Hey, Big Red," she called out. "I just let him bust in me twice, do you have any fixes dated from yesterday?" A tiny white pill flew out of the other room. She caught it deftly in her hand and popped it in her mouth. "I'm getting good at this 'time-is-fluid' shit," she giggled to herself. "Maybe I'll teach quantum physics." "You don't need a glass of water or anything?" Kevin asked, looking up at her. "Trust me, Kevin, if there's one thing I'm good at, it's swallowing." Ginny replied, smiling down at him somewhat haughtily before carefully pulling herself off his cock, causing them both to shudder and moan quietly. She knelt over his waist and sucked on his cock, cleaning their mingled cum off him and then helping him to his feet. She slipped her thong back on while Kevin retrieved his boxers. They were just straightening themselves out when Santa appeared from the other room. "Did you enjoy your birthday present, Kevin?" he asked cheerfully. "Yessir," the newly-minted young man said. "Best birthday present anyone ever received." "Glad to hear it," Santa said, nodding. "And I know it doesn't compare to what Virginia just gave you, but I think you'll be pleased with your new rig I just set up. Five terrabytes of hard drive space, thirty-two gigs of DDR4 RAM, an overclocked quad-core CPU that'll put the i7 to shame, eight fans, a nickle and copper piping coolant system and L E D to make sure everyone knows you're in the house. Oh, and I've upgraded your server to be multi-line, WAN and load-balancing. You and your guild will never lag again as long as you host." Kevin's eyes went wide. "I've got fat pipes?" Santa nodded while Ginny shook her head, understanding none of this geek talk. It only figured that Santa was a giant nerd. Kevin looked like he might faint. "Well, I've just done what you deserved," Santa mentioned. "It's Virginia who should get the credit for your night being so spectacular." "Yeah," Kevin said, blushing and smiling at her. "Thanks." "My pleasure, trust me," she said easily. "Somebody have a pen I can use?" Santa handed her one and she looked at Kevin. "Your number, dude." Kevin managed to stutter out his number, which she wrote down on her wrist before nodding in satisfaction and giving the pen back to Santa. "Alright, if I ever happen to be in Ohio for some godforsaken reason, I can look you up and give you a booty call. Sound good?" Kevin nodded dumbly. "Just remember this," she said, poking him in the chest, her voice serious. "You've got a lot to learn still. You've got a nice cock between your legs, don't treat it like a Louisville Slugger and just beat the hell out of her with it, you're better than that." He nodded. "And if a girl wants you to fuck her, she'll give you signals, so watch." Ginny added, poking his chest with her nail. "Don't assume you can just force yourself on anyone or next year it's dead spiders in your stocking, you got it?" Kevin nodded again. "Excellent," she said sweetly. "Now go to sleep, champ. Merry Christmas and happy birthday. C'mon, Santa, we have a holiday to save!" "Yes, my lady!" Santa laughed, following her out of the basement. They were back on the roof when Santa smirked at her as they climbed into the sleigh. "Dead spiders in the stocking?" She shrugged. "Isn't that what you'd give a guy if he forced himself on a girl?" "Well, no," he replied as he snapped the reins and they took off into the cold night air. "That's more of a legal issue. If he was considering it, I wouldn't have mentioned dead spiders, I'd' have been more inclined to point out that he'd spend the next few years in a cell as some fat, greasy tattooed bastard's buttery cornhole." The sleigh lurched to one side as Ginny burst out laughing. A Pretty Man. Santa stared awkwardly, making a wry face while Ginny stood off to the side, smirking. Standing in front of Santa was a very pretty young man in pale pink pajamas, his hands behind his back, one knee turned in, twisting his toe into the rug and blushing expectantly. Ginny wiped a tear away from her eye, she was trying so hard not to laugh. "Yeah, that ain't happening." Santa said finally. "But I've been so good;" the young man cooed, smiling coyly and winking. "C'mon, Santa," Ginny urged, clearly enjoying his discomfiture. "He's been so good, and you always reward your good children, don't you?" "Nice try, lady," Santa said, pressing behind his ear, apparently activating a communicator. "Get Agent 641 to me, I need a pinch hitter, stat." Santa threw a small disk on the floor while Ginny and the young boy in pink watched curiously. The device oscillated and expanded, becoming a larger disk. Seconds later it began to glow and hum. A column of rainbow light radiated up from it and a kneeling shape appeared. Seconds later, the rainbow light faded away and a lithe, comely figure stood. He had the same slender, beautiful features as the warrior-elves who had fought earlier that night, his eyes a piercing violet color, his impossibly long raven hair held in gold rings. His pale body was naked except for a tiny thong. "Holy shit snacks;" Ginny breathed as she gazed stupidly at the new arrival, feeling her thong get wet. "Ylmarin, young Trevor here has been an extra-good boy, perhaps you'd care to reward him?" Santa suggested as the inhumanly graceful being stepped off the platform. The tall being looked down at the young man named Trevor, assessing him and then nodded. "Yes, sire, I can absolutely do this." Trevor blushed furiously and giggled, covering his face. Ylmarin reached over and took the boy's hand before leading him back to the bedroom. Santa nodded and began rummaging around in his toy sack, putting items under the tree. "Okay, we got that out of the way," he said, squatting and putting items under the decidedly pink-lit tree. "Virginia, if you could hand me the, Virginia? Ginny?" He frowned and turned to look for his helper, finally sighting her. She was standing in the doorway to the bedroom and looking in. One of her hands squeezing her tits while the other had snaked down inside her panties. "Alright, go on, you little voyeur." Santa chuckled, shaking his head. "Yum yum!" she squeaked and skipped into the room, from which moans were now emanating. Seeking to be naughty. "You weren't worried about being on the Naughty List if you waited up for me?" Santa asked the dark-haired girl as she sat on her floor, watching him intently. She pushed her glasses up her nose and shook her head, pretty curly locks spilling over her shoulders as she did so. "Not worried, hmm?" he mused, observing her. "So you think you're already on the Naughty List?" The girl nodded. Ginny blinked and pursed her lips. "Why isn't she talking? Is she mute or doesn't she speak English?" Santa shook his head. "No, Ellie's just shy. She doesn't speak much at first, but once she gets going;" He knelt down in front of the girl and smiled. "Well, here I am. What is it you wanted to ask me, Ellie?" The tan girl turned her head and looked down at the floor sheepishly for several seconds before working up the nerve to speak. "I; I want my daddy, Santa." Ginny blinked. "She what, wants him back from deployment for Christmas, she wants her father to move back home;" "No, Virginia," Santa said cheerfully. "She doesn't want her father, she wants her daddy." "Oh," Ginny said, suddenly understanding. "So, now what?" "That's all she wanted for Christmas, so we give her, her daddy." Santa said simply. The girl's eyes lit up in delight and she sat up straight, looking very excited. Santa pointed behind Ellie and she turned to look behind herself; Her daddy stood in the doorway, his green-hazel eyes mirroring her excitement and a big grin on her face. His long, sandy-blond hair fell down to his shoulder blades. "Daddy!" Ginny squealed as she scrambled to her feet and threw herself against her daddy, kissing him feverishly. He held her tight, returning the kiss while she began pulling his clothes off him. "I missed you so much!" "Missed you too, baby;" he murmured through the kiss as he pulled her top off, exposing her lush tits. "I never had a daddy." Ginny sighed as she watched the couple get increasingly naked and feeling the now-familiar tingle building. "I should take care of that at some point." "I've got some other deliveries in the immediate area," Santa mentioned. "How about I go take care of them while you have a little fun with these two?" "Well, I'm not attracted to girls." Ginny said in a non-committal tone. "You just didn't know you were until tonight." Santa replied, smiling. "Just trust me on this, Virginia." "Well, like you said earlier, I've had you inside all my orifices, so what's the harm in trusting you now, right?" she admitted, shrugging. Would being bisexual be such a bad thing? It certainly widened her options for dating. Santa nodded and walked out of the room. Ginny turned to look at the couple she was left with, who were already splayed out on the rug, naked and pleasuring one another. Ellie was lying on top of her daddy, facing down his body and sucking on his cock hungrily while he was pulling her slippery cunt lips apart and sliding his tongue up and down her twat, making her shiver and moan. "Fuck it," Ginny said finally, stripping out of her skimpy outfit and walking up to the two of them. She laid down beside Ellie's daddy and smiled at her, both their heads over hips. "Feel like tag-teaming, babe?" Ellie looked up for a moment and nodded readily. Ginny smiled and leaned in, flicking her tongue against the tip of his cock. The curly-haired girl giggled and joined Ginny in teasing the throbbing cock, taking turns sliding their tongue up and down the shaft while the other swirled her tongue around the head and took it into her mouth, starting to bob up and down. Ginny felt herself getting really wet and pressed her lips to Ellie's around the head of her daddy's cock, kissing her. They both moaned as their tongues tangled around the glistening head. Ginny's hand slipped into the girl's hair, wrapping in it to hold her in place. Ellie smelled like strawberries and Ginny felt herself getting wetter as she took in the scent. "Daddy," whimpered the girl. "Fuck me;" Ginny knelt up while the other girl straddled her daddy's hips, facing down his body. Her sticky cunt was positioned over his throbbing cock and Ginny took hold of it and guided it home. Ellie sighed almost in relief as she sank down, his cock filling her. Smiling wickedly, Ginny made Ellie lie back along her daddy's body and the girl gasped as her put his hands on her tits and held her. As Ellie and her daddy began to squirm and writhe, her glistening cunt swallowing his cock greedily, Ginny bent down and tongued at the shaft as it slid back and forth through her lips. She pressed her thumb gently on Ellie's clit, causing her to shudder and moan loudly. Then her tongue traced a slow route around the engorged cunt lips, teasing her new girl lover. Ellie whimpered and panted, begging her daddy to fuck her harder. Ginny sucked Ellie's clit into her mouth and was rewarded with a strangled cry from above. She fondled the sac in front of her gently and pressed on the throbbing vein. Her cunt was getting wetter with each passing moment and she needed to know if Ellie would share; Without another word, she crawled over Ellie and settled down on top of her, her tits squashing into the succulent set below. She moved around until she felt her cunt pressed to Ellie's and the magical, rhythmic motion of the cock still pumping in and out of her. She shuddered as their lips and clits met and they wrapped their arms around one another, kissing shamelessly. Tongues snaked and writhed as they moaned into one another's mouths. "Daddy," panted the younger girl. "Fuck Santa's elf-girl; fuck her please;" Ginny felt her own ferocious desire rising as the cock slurped out of Ellie and pressed against her. She groaned gutturally as she felt the head penetrate and then she pressed down eagerly, taking it deep inside her. Still sandwiched between them, Ellie took one of Ginny's tits and sucked the nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Ginny arched her back and hissed through clenched teeth, squeezing hard on the invading cock. She ground down on Ellie's daddy, gyrating her hips and her fingers digging into the other girl's skin. Ellie sucked and bit her nipples, the delicious sting heightening her ecstasy. She body was streaming with sweat while he fucked her, Ellie's soft flesh undulating against hers. She could hear him panting and feel him stiffening and knew what happened next. With great haste and even greater reluctance, she pulled herself off the cock and knelt, pulling Ellie up into a kneeling position. She helped her daddy stand quickly while Ellie took his cock and pumped it eagerly with her hand. Once he was standing, they both attacked his cock with their mouths and hands, pleasuring him beyond endurance. He put his hand on the back of their heads and groaned loudly, his hips shuddering as he came. Both girls pressed their faces in, letting him spurt on their mouths and cheeks, hands still working the shaft quickly. The warm, sticky cum brought with it a warm flush of memories, how it always felt on her skin, the tingling, scintillating pleasure she always felt in the ardor of others. Ellie's soft tits pressed to hers, their cheeks meeting as they accepted the pearly offering, on their chins and now glazing their tits; she loved it all. She was never happier than when she was in the throes of passion with others. Was this what she was truly meant to do? Was this a Christmas epiphany? Ellie and Ginny began kissing hungrily, licking the cum off one another's faces with a fervor, then off each other's neck and tits. They returned their attention to the still twitching cock, kissing and sucking it dry. Once Ellie's daddy was spent, she laid him down and Ginny helped her snuggle into his warm, loving embrace. The girl smiled at her and giggled before blowing a kiss. Ginny gathered up her outfit and exited the apartment quietly. Not surprisingly at this point, the sleigh was just pulling back onto the roof as she arrived. Santa smiled at her. "So did you know I was bi all these years?" she asked as she clambered into the seat and beside him and snuggled into his side as they took off. He nodded. "Not my place to rob you of your journey of self-discovery, though." "Maybe," she sighed. "But think about all the fun I've missed out on, not playing with girls too. Doubling the size of my dating pool might have made a difference." "You've always been who you're meant to be, Virginia," he said cheerfully. "And your little epiphany tonight is going to have big implications in the year to come. Trust me." Her eyes widened. "For real?" "Would I lie?" Santa laughed. Ginny in the sleigh. Ginny was lying back in the plush red seat of the sleigh, her chest heaving as she stared at the pre-dawn sky. Her little elf-outfit was almost in shreds and she was missing one of her shoes. Even Santa looked a little worn. "So that's what sex with an entire sorority house feels like;" she said distantly. "Kinda gives me a new respect for those college quarterbacks. Those girls are animals." Santa nodded. "I have to admit, that wore me out a little too, which is saying something. And before you ask, yes, they have all been good this past year and they sent me one letter asking for Santa to fuck them as a sorority, so that really was their Christmas present." Ginny nodded. "That and the four metric tons of vibrators, dildos, eggs, anal beads, ben-wa balls and lingerie I saw you drop off; and about thirty Sybians." "They're a really good sorority house." Santa admitted. Ginny just stared at the sky. "Hard to believe that you're brought up a certain way, being told that good kids act a certain way, only to find out that being a total mega-slut is not grounds for being added to the Naughty List but sneaking cookies when mom told you not to is." "I didn't make the rules," Santa said, shrugging, but then he paused. "Oh, wait; ya know, I probably did, a long, long time ago." Ginny giggled tiredly. "This has been the longest and most oversexed night of my life, and that's saying something for me. Where are we headed, Big Man?" "Well, it's almost dawn." Santa said, looking east. "I'm going to have to drop you off before long now that my rounds are done." "Yeah," Ginny said somewhat reluctantly. "Since I don't have a house, I guess you should drop me off at my parents' place. I can't exactly tell 'em that my house was destroyed in a massive battle between Santa's elves and Krampus, but maybe they'll believe a gas main exploded." "You can't lie, Virginia, we've been over this." Santa said firmly. "Well I can't really tell them the truth either, can I?" Ginny pointed out, hoping she didn't sound too quarrelsome. "I know;" he said quietly, still guiding the sleigh. The soared through the dark sky for some time, saying nothing. Eventually, Ginny began to make out shapes in the night, sleek silhouettes that looked almost like slender, jet-powered Skidoos, being ridden by beings in strange armor with glowing runes and wild mans of hair. "Just my guardians," Santa said in an assuring tone. "Making sure there are no last-minute attempts to thwart us." The earth far below them took on a white cast and Ginny knew that they were above a region covered in snow. She couldn't feel it, but she could sense the cold air around them as the sleigh angled down, heading to the ground. The landing was predictably smooth and they finally came to a stop, flanked by the jet bikes and their unsettling warriors. Santa jumped out and helped Ginny down, smiling at her and wrapping her in a warm, furry red blanket from head to toe. When he pulled it off her, she was no dressed in a stylish red velvet dress, trimmed in white and ending on her upper thighs to show lots of leg. Her calf-high boots were red and edged with white, with adorable little poms dangling from the side. She even had a white poof to keep her hands warm and the Santa hat she now wore kept her ears toasty. "You look beautiful," he said as he waved in front of himself to conjure an ice mirror that reflected her image perfectly. "And without you, Virginia, there wouldn't have been a Christmas this year. You need to understand that." Ginny blushed prettily and walked alongside him, petting the reindeers as she walked by. She even gave Donner a kiss on the nose and the beast snorted and blushed, pawing the ground. They walked casually through the snow, holding hands until they were approached by several people. Ginny's eyes went wide, these were all women, clad in black armor with baroque chest plates reminiscent of bustiers. They all wore their hair bobbed, universally black or platinum in color and they carried savage-looking rifles or flamethrowers. They all knelt reverently as Santa approached. "Do I want to know?" Ginny breathed. "My personal guard," Santa said, nodding to the women as he passed through them. "Orphan girls I've saved from a cruel world. They're fanatically devoted to me, even beyond my elves." Her mouth was somewhat dry when she asked the next question. "Do you; you know;" "Yes, Virginia," he said, saving her the difficulty of asking. "They're also my lovers. When they're not fighting for me or standing guard, they live in the bliss I seem uniquely capable of giving women." "That doesn't sound like such a bad life," Ginny said, a hopeful tone in her voice. "I mean, I'm no orphan, but I'd say we pretty compatible sexually. Aren't we?" He turned and took her gently by the arms, smiling warmly down into her eyes in that way that made her knees go weak. Other people may have seen the fat old jolly man, but she could see only the copper-haired and bearded giant with eyes deeper than a galaxy and a boyish smile that she knew she'd always love. "You're right, Virginia, you're not an orphan," he said quietly. "These girls had no future. I have no right to rob you of yours. And believe me, you don't want to miss it." He took her hand and kept walking, snow gently falling as they walked through the stands of tall trees. When they emerged on the far side, he grinned and gestured grandly in front of them. Ginny's eyes went wide. Across the clearing was her lovely home, looking as good as new. Squads of warrior-elves stood guard menacingly around the perimeter while other, smaller beings she more associated with the Christmas story elves scampered around, making final adjustments to the domicile. "Like the whole thing never happened," Santa declared. "And there are even some improvements, I might add." "Ya don't say," Ginny said somewhat absently, still staring in disbelief. All sign of the titan battle fought on her property less than twelve hours ago were gone. "Uh; improvements?" Santa nodded. "We added solar panels and some subtle wind turbines, so you can officially live off the grid. Water's hooked up to a local artesian well. Improved your internet connection, you get about two hundred megabits per second, not to mention the fact that we connected you to our servers, so the Tor Network and the Deep Web have nothing on you for security and anonymity." "Wow;" was all she seemed to be able to say. "Let's see, we reinforced the frame and the roof, you could probably get hit by a meteor and barely notice," Santa continued. "Windows are made of transparent aluminum, they're durable, to say the least." "No bugs crashing through my bay windows?" she asked. "Actually got a nifty physics trick for you

Mark and Gray aka Donner and Blitzen are here with the now-annual Swinging Christies Christmas extravaganza! This time the discussion is about the ITV Agatha Christie's Poirot David Suchet adaptations of The Mystery of the Spanish/Baghdad Chest, and The Theft of the Royal Ruby, aka The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding! Expect an abundance of sleigh bells, a tuneful game, two Edward Claytons, and a partridge in a pear tree!You can find us on Instagram ⁠@Christie_Time⁠. We are also on Bluesky at ⁠ChristieTime.com⁠. Our YouTube account is @TheSwingingChristies. Please subscribe to the podcast so you're notified every time an episode drops!Please also consider giving us a star rating and/or reviewing us on your podcatcher of choice.Our website is ⁠ChristieTime.com⁠.The Swinging Christies is a Christie Time project by Mark Aldridge and Gray Robert Brown.00:00:00 - Opening titles00:00:40- Introductory chat00:02:45 - Christmas song game!00:06:50 - The Mystery of the Spanish Chest (1991)00:30:47 - The Theft of the Royal Ruby (1991)00:41:55 - The Return of the Mailbag00:52:32 - Next episode, how to get in touch00:53:53 - Closing titles00:54:21 - CodaSolutions revealed - The Mystery of the Baghdad/Spanish Chest, The Mirror Crack'd from Side to SideTW: being stabbed through the eye (Merry Christmas!)

Peut-on diriger une grande entreprise sans sacrifier l'humain ?Pour le tout premier épisode de "Le Happy Work Selon...", je reçois Pascal Demurger, directeur général de la MAIF. Un échange rare avec un dirigeant qui a fait du sens, de la confiance et de l'écoute de véritables leviers de performance.Nous parlons de travail épanouissant, de management par la confiance, de santé mentale, de libération de la parole et de décisions concrètes qui changent vraiment la vie au travail.Un épisode inspirant, lucide et profondément humain, qui montre qu'un autre management est non seulement possible… mais efficace.NOUVEAU : retrouvez moi sur WhatsApp sur la chaîne Happy Work... pas de spam, c'est gratuit et il n'y a que du feelgood !!! : https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VbBSSbM6BIEm0yskHH2gEt pour retrouver tous mes contenus, tests, articles, vidéos : cliquez iciDÉCOUVREZ MON AUTRE PODCAST, HAPPY MOI – Développement personnel & bien-être au quotidien: bio.to/oYwOeEbien-être au travailmanagement bienveillantHappy Work SelonGaël Chatelain-BerryPascal DemurgerMAIFmanagement par la confianceleadership humainengagement des salariéssens au travail0:00 Introduction2:21 Ce qui rend un travail réellement épanouissant5:40 Le rôle de l'expérience dans la construction d'une vision du management7:53 L'évolution du management et des attentes des salariés9:33 Le paradoxe du capitalisme et la perte du bon sens14:48 Burn-out, santé mentale et angles morts du monde du travail en France18:33 Donner la parole aux salariés, même quand elle dérange22:04 Transformer la parole en actions concrètes25:00 Ce qui rend heureux au travail quand on dirige26:52 Le conseil essentiel pour rendre le travail plus humain28:38 La motivation profonde, au-delà des bonus et du variable31:18 Conclusion et remerciementsSoutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/happy-work. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:03:36 - Les P'tits Bateaux - par : Camille Crosnier - Alexandre, 13 ans, pose une question biologique au répondeur des P'tits Bateaux : la spécialiste Catherine Lenne explique pourquoi un bouchon de liège ne pourra jamais germer et dévoile les propriétés surprenantes de cette matière végétale qui protège les arbres comme un véritable bouclier naturel. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

➡️ Dans cet épisode, je t'explique ce que la grande étude du Lancet Psychiatry révèle enfin comment bien arrêter les antidépresseurs. Je t'explique ce que l'étude exprime sur ce qui relève du sevrage, ce qui relève de la rechute, et pourquoi la psychologie est ton meilleure allié.Et surtout, je te montre comment préparer ton arrêt en sécurité pour bien prendre soin de toi ❤️!Résumé de l'étude : https://www.thelancet.com/journals/lanpsy/article/PIIS2215-0366(25)00371-2/fulltextL'accès à l'étude est payant°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°Abonnez-vous au podcast afin d'être informé des nouveaux épisodes➖ Les notes de l'épisode : https://mydelipression.com/2025/12/arret-antidepresseur/➖ Newsletter : rejoindre la newsletter :  https://bit.ly/3YQ4lZM ➖ Réserve ton appel découverte avec moi : http://bit.ly/3mA0yAw ➖Formation & Groupe de parole contre la dépression : https://www.mydelipression.com/power~~GUIDE GRATUIT ~~➖

Entrevue avec Luc Guérin, metteur en scène La comédie musicale Peter Pan, arrive au Québec pour la toute première fois. C’est un classique de Broadway récipiendaire de 3 Tony Awards. La version québécoise est le produit de la mise en scène de Luc Guérin. Regardez aussi cette discussion en vidéo via https://www.qub.ca/videos ou en vous abonnant à QUB télé : https://www.tvaplus.ca/qub ou sur la chaîne YouTube QUB https://www.youtube.com/@qub_radioPour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr

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

durée : 00:02:34 - Le brief éco - Miser sur une électrification massive des transports, de l'industrie et du bâtiment doit permettre d'alléger une facture énergétique lourde et d'accroître la souveraineté de la France, alors que le mix nucléaire–renouvelables reste le plus économique, selon RTE. Le réseau de transport d'électricité publie son rapport annuel. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

En France, des millions de personnes donnent chaque année, motivées par des causes personnelles, la confiance ou le désir de se sentir utile. Avec l'augmentation des besoins, il reste à comprendre ce qui déclenche réellement ces dons et comment ils évoluent en période difficile. Avec : - Rachel Guez, directrice général du Don en Confiance- Frédéric Théret, directeur du développement à la Fondation de France- Philippe Steiner, professeur émérite de sociologie à Sorbonne Université, auteur du livre Donner. Une histoire de l'altruisme, aux Presses universitaires de France- Amélie de Valence, directrice des ressources à RCF - Radio Notre DameRetrouvez tous nos contenus, articles et épisodes sur rcf.frSi vous avez apprécié cet épisode, participez à sa production en soutenant RCF.Vous pouvez également laisser un commentaire ou une note afin de nous aider à le faire rayonner sur la plateforme.Retrouvez d'autres contenus d'économie et société ci-dessous :Silence, on crie : https://audmns.com/jqOozgUOù va la vie ? La bioéthique en podcast : https://audmns.com/UuYCdISContre courant : https://audmns.com/swImDAMAu bonheur des herbes : https://audmns.com/XPVizmQSacré patrimoine : https://audmns.com/TNJhOETEnfin, n'hésitez pas à vous abonner pour ne manquer aucun nouvel épisode.À bientôt à l'écoute de RCF sur les ondes ou sur rcf.fr !Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Kalooban (Inner Self)Ang paglitaw ng gintong anito. Dooley talks about Donner's past, and warns about the dangerous recklessness that might still reside in him.Content Warnings: Pagkamatay ng sanggol, obsession. Featuring Alasdair Stuart as Dooley. -BECOME A PATRON and get bonus audio, art, video, and even bonus episodes:https://www.patreon.com/hinaypodOr BUY US A MILK TEA (KO-FI):https://ko-fi.com/hinaypodYou can follow our socials @ hinaypod on Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, Facebook and Bluesky for more updates.-CARE FOR GAZA is delivering aid within Gaza. As Israel's blockade is preventing food from entering Gaza, it's important to donate to aid groups working within Gaza to save Palestinian lives, and to continue pushing world governments for sanctions and arms embargoes on Israel.@careforgaza on Twitterhttps://gogetfunding.com/CFG2025/https://chuffed.org/project/careforgazaE-SIMS FOR GAZA: https://www.gazaesims.com/ where you can help Palestinians connect to loved ones, help doctors stay connected to each other, and help journalists broadcast the truth. You can follow @mirna_elhelbawi and Connecting Humanity on socials for more info and updates, as well as answers to common questions.CRIPS FOR E-SIMS FOR GAZA by disabilityvisibilityproject: https://chuffed.org/project/crips-for-esims-for-gaza Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Dans cet épisode, je partage les dix clés qui transforment réellement la motivation d'une équipe. Pas de recette magique, mais des gestes simples, humains et puissants qui changent tout dans la dynamique collective.Un épisode essentiel pour toutes celles et ceux qui souhaitent créer un environnement de travail motivant, serein et cohérent.NOUVEAU : retrouvez moi sur WhatsApp sur la chaîne Happy Work... pas de spam, c'est gratuit et il n'y a que du feelgood !!! : https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VbBSSbM6BIEm0yskHH2gEt pour retrouver tous mes contenus, tests, articles, vidéos : www.gchatelain.comDÉCOUVREZ MON AUTRE PODCAST, HAPPY MOI, LE PODCAST POUR PRENDRE SOIN DE VOUS, VRAIMENT : lnk.to/sT70cY0:00 introduction0:25 intro 2 : Pourquoi la motivation est un sujet central1:24 Donner du sens1:53 Informer réellement2:17 Relativiser2:48 Protéger l'équipe3:21 Assumer et valoriser3:46 La stabilité émotionnelle4:15 La reconnaissance4:39 Faire grandir l'équipe5:00 Équité et énergie du manager5:28 Aimez ce que vous faites5:53 Que faut-il retenir de cet épisode ?6:19 La citation du jourbien-être au travail, salariés, reconnaissance, charge mentale, clarté des priorités, ambiance au travail, management bienveillant, épuisement, stress professionnel, culture d'entreprise, relations professionnelles, motivations salariés, qualité de vie au travailSoutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/happy-work. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Qui n'a jamais commencé son heure de vie de classe en se demandant : "Qu'est-ce que je vais bien pouvoir faire aujourd'hui ?". Entre gestion de conflits, projets de classe et accompagnement des élèves, les heures de vie de classe peuvent vite devenir un casse-tête pour les profs principaux.Dans cette vidéo, on t'aide à redonner du sens à la vie de classe et à construire une véritable cohérence pédagogique tout au long de l'année.

N°238 – Conte d'Israël

Rendez-vous sur Énergie Partagée pour en savoir plus : https://energie-partagee.org/souscrire-votre-argent-agit/Participer au Maxi Jeu Concours du Noël des Nouveaux Récits : https://tally.so/r/pbb8WVDécembre est un mois que j'aime particulièrement. J'aime son ambiance, sa douceur, cette impression de vivre tous ensemble un moment un peu à part. Décembre est un mois difficile pour toutes celles et ceux qui vivent l'exclusion, la précarité ou la solitude.Alors, aujourd'hui (et comme chaque année) j'avais envie de vous partager quelques idées simples pour faire de ce mois de décembre un mois de solidarité.Je reviens d'abord sur une étude menée auprès de 4 300 associations françaises dont les résultats sont alarmants. Beaucoup d'associations sont fragilisées, manquent de moyens alors même que les besoins ne cessent d'augmenter. Dans cet épisode, je vous propose plusieurs façons très concrètes d'agir :Faire un tri et déposer des jouets ou des objets chez Emmaüs, au Secours Populaire ou dans une structure près de chez vous.Donner du temps grâce à JeVeuxAider.gouv.fr : lire en EHPAD, aider à trier des dons, participer à un réveillon solidaire, écrire à des personnes isolées…Soutenir les maraudes, particulièrement nécessaires pendant l'hiver.Faire un don, si vous le pouvez. Les dons sont défiscalisés et vraiment précieux pour notre tissu associatif.Cette année, grâce à vous, Basilic a pu faire deux dons : l'un à La Maison des Femmes, l'autre à Résilience Montagne, portée par Valérie Paumier. Deux associations dont j'admire le travail.Avec le Noël des Nouveaux Récits, j'ai envie de t'accompagner chaque jour vers des fêtes plus douces, plus conscientes et vraiment alignées avec ce qui compte pour toi. Un rendez-vous quotidien pour alléger la charge mentale et retrouver du sens pendant les fêtes !Source : Enquête : https://lemouvementassociatif.org/sante-financiere-des-associations-plus-quune-alerte-une-urgence/Participer au Maxi Jeu Concours du Noël des Nouveaux Récits : https://tally.so/r/pbb8WVRendez-vous sur Énergie Partagée pour en savoir plus : https://energie-partagee.org/souscrire-votre-argent-agit/

Qu'est-ce qu'une vision stratégique ? En quoi est-elle utile à votre entreprise ? Comment la définir ou la renforcer concrètement ? Dans cet épisode, Julien Hatton reçoit Paul Boursier, fondateur de Give2Grow Consulting, pour répondre à un enjeu clé des dirigeants : sortir des objectifs flous (“j'espère faire de la croissance l'an prochain”) et poser un cadre stratégique clair : - Le quoi : la vision, où je veux aller. - Le comment : l'organisation, les moyens, la culture. - Avec qui : le collectif qui construit et porte le projet. - La mesure : comment savoir si l'on progresse vraiment. Ils expliquent comment ce cadre aide à : - Donner du sens à l'action quotidienne et engager ses équipes. - Prendre de meilleures décisions dans un environnement instable. - Renforcer sa marque employeur et attirer les bons talents. - Mieux communiquer son projet auprès de ses clients et partenaires. À partir d'exemples concrets et d'études comme Built to Last (Collins & Porras), Paul montre comment une vision claire, stable et incarnée peut amener une entreprise à surperformer jusqu'à 12x plus sur le long terme.Vous voulez savoir comment définir votre vision stratégique et la déployer pour performer jusqu'à 12x plus que la concurrence ? Inscrivez-vous gratuitement au webinaire au cours duquel Paul et Julien expliqueront les étapes concrètes pour réaliser un diagnostic, clarifier votre vision à 3 ans, construire le "comment" avec les bonnes personnes et rendre cette vision mobilisatrice pour toute votre entreprise. Un webinaire concret pour vous aider à appliquer la méthode dans votre entreprise.WEBINAIRE GRATUIT MARDI 16 DÉCEMBRE DE 13H À 13H45 :

Dans cet épisode, je partage ma réflexion sur le sentiment d'injustice vécu dans la dépression et sur ce que la maladie peut nous dérober au-delà des symptômes. Je montre comment, à travers la logothérapie, il est possible de retrouver du sens, de transformer cette injustice intérieure et de prévenir les rechutes en redonnant du pouvoir à la personne.Toutes les personnes citées ont donné leur consentement.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°Abonnez-vous au podcast afin d'être informé des nouveaux épisodes➖ Les notes de l'épisode : ➖ Newsletter : rejoindre la newsletter :  https://bit.ly/3YQ4lZM ➖ Réserve ton appel découverte avec moi : http://bit.ly/3mA0yAw ➖Formation & Groupe de parole contre la dépression : https://www.mydelipression.com/power~~GUIDE GRATUIT ~~➖

En Belgique, 8% de la population - soit 736 000 personnes - donnent de leur temps bénévolement. Sans cette force invisible, mille choses du quotidien s'effondreraient : l'aide aux plus fragiles, les clubs de sport, les festivals, les associations culturelles… Le volontariat tient littéralement debout une grande partie de la société.Et parfois, ce sont des jeunes qui impulsent les projets les plus lumineux.Comme Anaïs, pas encore âgée de vingt ans, qui a fondé l'association Cancer Kids Belgium. Son initiative est portée exclusivement par des jeunes : 16, 17, 18 ans… tous animés par la même conviction qu'on peut agir, même très tôt, lorsqu'on fait face à l'injustice ou à la souffrance. Beaucoup d'entre eux ont été touchés de près par ce qu'ils ont vu à l'hôpital et ont refusé de rester là, impuissants. Ils apportent soutien, présence et symboliquement, un peu de lumière.Dans le mail adressé à idee@nostalgie.be, Anaïs résume parfaitement l'esprit de sa génération : « Ce qu'on porte dépasse la thématique du cancer : c'est celui d'une jeunesse qui refuse l'indifférence et veut prendre sa place dans la société. » Un rappel puissant, particulièrement en ce 5 décembre.Le volontariat prend aussi d'autres formes, partout autour de nous. Cette semaine, les bénévoles du Nostalgie Magic Tour sont mobilisés pour collecter jouets, livres et jeux destinés aux enfants fragilisés, avec l'appui des équipes d'Arc-en-Ciel, qui œuvrent toute l'année pour alléger le quotidien des familles. Leur présence, souvent discrète, produit des effets très concrets.D'un point de vue personnel, ceux qui s'engagent parlent souvent d'un équilibre trouvé : on ne reçoit pas d'argent, mais on gagne en sens, en lien humain, en joie partagée. Donner un peu de son temps, c'est aussi recevoir énormément.Et ailleurs dans le monde ? Les champions du volontariat sont les Danois : 40 % des citoyens de plus de 16 ans s'engagent régulièrement, et même 45 % si l'on inclut l'aide occasionnelle. Un pays où les seniors, nombreux à être en bonne santé, disposent de temps… et choisissent de le mettre au service des autres.Un chiffre, une idée, un sourire : parfois, c'est tout ce qu'il faut pour changer une vie — ou un pays entier.Vous aimez ce contenu ? Alors n'hésitez pas à vous abonner, à lui donner des étoiles et à partager ce podcast autour de vous. Ça nous aide à nous faire connaitre et à essaimer les idées constructives qui rendent le monde plus joli ! Une chronique signée Leslie Rijmenams à retrouver (aussi) sur Nostalgie et www.nostalgie.be

Le projet Marseille & Friends naît en septembre 2024 autour d'une pizza, entre deux amis passionnés de musique. Les protagonistes ? Xavier Siniscalchi : aka Exès Zbraaa, sound designer & beat-maker. Olivier Gilles, disquaire à Galette Records - Marseille, aussi guitariste, Dj pour de nombreux festivals et événements et directeur de Jazz Club, ce qui lui a permis de côtoyer de nombreux artistes, devenus depuis, ses amis. Nos deux instigateurs rêvent d'un projet fédérateur et collaboratif qui regroupe des noms confirmés et montants de la scène marseillaise et internationale. « Célébrer le hip-hop marseillais en privilégiant la musicalité et l'éclectisme ». Le nom Marseille & Friends s'impose rapidement, parce qu'il est une évidence. Donner sa vision de Marseille qu'on habite New-York, Milan, Berlin ou Barcelone est le point de départ. La machine est lancée. DJ RIDDLE Dj Riddle est issu de l'Akademix School de Dj Djel (Fonky Family). Il fait partie des meilleurs techniciens du scratch de Marseille, et il est le Dj attitré du groupe Le 3ème Oeil et Al Iman Staff. Gros ambianceur de soirées black music & hip-hop, il enflamme régulièrement les soirées incontournables de Marseille… Sur l'album Marseille & Friends il a collaboré avec Dj DAZ (IAM), Dj Scribe (Muhouse) et Dj Fly (4 fois champion du monde DMC) pour le morceau “Scratch it”INFOShttps://www.instagram.com/marseille_and_friendsSite Galette Records (shop) : https://www.galette-records.com ---------------------------------------------------- [RADIO CAMPUS FRANCE] CAMPUS CLUB, l'émission Au plus près des cultures électro qui marquent la création musicale d'aujourd'hui et à l'international, le réseau Radio Campus France donne carte blanche aux artistes et labels défricheurs des nouveaux talents. En écoute régulière sur plus de 30 radios et en podcast, retrouvez chaque semaine CAMPUS CLUB, un mix exclusif d'un.e DJ ou producteur.ice. de la scène française ou étrangère. Toutes les mixtapes : www.radiocampus.fr/emission/campus-club-mixtapes ------------------------------------------------------ RADIO CAMPUS FRANCE Radio Campus France est le réseau des radios associatives, libres, étudiantes et locales fédérant 30 radios partout en France. NOUS SUIVRE | FOLLOW US www.radiocampus.frHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Dans cet épisode, je partage cinq reproches que j'ai souvent vécues en tant que personne en dépression, des situations qui m'ont marqué et dont on parle rarement. Mon but n'est pas de blâmer les aidants, mais de leur offrir un regard personnel pour mieux comprendre ce que l'on ressent de l'intérieur.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°Abonnez-vous au podcast afin d'être informé des nouveaux épisodes➖ Les notes de l'épisode : https://mydelipression.com/2025/11/evitant/➖✉️Newsletter : rejoindre la newsletter :  https://bit.ly/3YQ4lZM ➖ Réserve ton appel découverte avec moi : http://bit.ly/3mA0yAw ~~FORMATION ~~➖

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Le projet Marseille & Friends naît en septembre 2024 autour d'une pizza, entre deux amis passionnés de musique. Les protagonistes ? Xavier Siniscalchi : aka Exès Zbraaa, sound designer & beat-maker. Olivier Gilles, disquaire à Galette Records - Marseille, aussi guitariste, Dj pour de nombreux festivals et événements et directeur de Jazz Club, ce qui lui a permis de côtoyer de nombreux artistes, devenus depuis, ses amis. Nos deux instigateurs rêvent d'un projet fédérateur et collaboratif qui regroupe des noms confirmés et montants de la scène marseillaise et internationale. « Célébrer le hip-hop marseillais en privilégiant la musicalité et l'éclectisme ». Le nom Marseille & Friends s'impose rapidement, parce qu'il est une évidence. Donner sa vision de Marseille qu'on habite New-York, Milan, Berlin ou Barcelone est le point de départ. La machine est lancée. DJ RIDDLE Dj Riddle est issu de l'Akademix School de Dj Djel (Fonky Family). Il fait partie des meilleurs techniciens du scratch de Marseille, et il est le Dj attitré du groupe Le 3ème Oeil et Al Iman Staff. Gros ambianceur de soirées black music & hip-hop, il enflamme régulièrement les soirées incontournables de Marseille… Sur l'album Marseille & Friends il a collaboré avec Dj DAZ (IAM), Dj Scribe (Muhouse) et Dj Fly (4 fois champion du monde DMC) pour le morceau “Scratch it” MIXTAPE BY DJ RIDDLE Retrouvez la tracklist sur notre site https://www.radiocampus.fr/emission/campus-club-mixtapes INFOS https://www.instagram.com/marseille_and_friends Site Galette Records (shop) : https://www.galette-records.com ---------------------------------------------------- [RADIO CAMPUS FRANCE] CAMPUS CLUB, l'émission Au plus près des cultures électro qui marquent la création musicale d'aujourd'hui et à l'international, le réseau Radio Campus France donne carte blanche aux artistes et labels défricheurs des nouveaux talents. En écoute régulière sur plus de 30 radios et en podcast, retrouvez chaque semaine CAMPUS CLUB, un mix exclusif d'un.e DJ ou producteur.ice. de la scène française ou étrangère. Toutes les mixtapes : www.radiocampus.fr/emission/campus-club-mixtapes ------------------------------------------------------ RADIO CAMPUS FRANCE Radio Campus France est le réseau des radios associatives, libres, étudiantes et locales fédérant 30 radios partout en France. NOUS SUIVRE | FOLLOW US www.radiocampus.fr

durée : 00:58:44 - LSD, la série documentaire - par : Romain de Becdelièvre - Longtemps les hommes n'ont pas eu de corps, parce que le corps masculin fut pendant longtemps une norme invisible, et un étalon abstrait. Quels sont donc les caractéristiques et les attributs associés aux corps masculins contemporains ? Comment rendre aux hommes leurs corps ? - réalisation : David Jacubowiez

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Message apporté par Daniel POTTIER le dimanche 30 novembre 2025.Série : A quoi ça sert ?Voir en vidéo : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8kKkwMfeoJ4+ de messages et d'infos sur www.eglise-elm.com

C'est une « sortie » à vélo qui aura duré trois ans. À bord de son Gravel – un vélo mi-route mi-VTT, Meryem Belkihel 30 ans, a réussi le pari un peu fou de faire un tour d'Afrique, seule. 34 000 km parcourus, 33 pays traversés, la jeune Marocaine a finalement achevé son aventure début novembre 2025, à Madagascar. Elle voulait « découvrir l'Afrique », comprendre les pressions exercées sur l'écologie, rencontrer ses voisines et voisins de continent, montrer à qui la croisait sur son passage qu'on peut vivre ses rêves, en étant une femme, seule. Meryem Belkihel raconte son périple militant. De notre correspondante à Antananarivo, Sourire vissé au visage, Meryem Belkihel savoure ses premières journées depuis trois ans sans pédaler. À ses poignets, plusieurs dizaines de bracelets, souvenirs peu encombrants qui lui ont été offerts au fil de ses rencontres.« Celui-là, je l'ai eu en Éthiopie. Celui-ci, c'est, ici, Madagascar. Ça, c'est la Tanzanie, lui, le Kenya, l'Ouganda, l'Afrique du Sud, le Burundi, le Zimbabwe, celui-là l'Eswatini et ça, c'est Mozambique. » Son périple à vélo, elle l'a documenté. Caméra embarquée, drone, elle a filmé ses traversées solitaires et ses découvertes, parfois choquantes. « Le changement climatique, je voulais voir ça de près. L'impact sur notre continent, sur l'Afrique. Et partager aussi parce qu'on voit ça beaucoup, mais parfois, on se dit " Mais non ! Ce n'est pas réel ! », on trouve des excuses. « Là par exemple, c'est une vidéo que j'ai prise à l'est du Cameroun. Ces tronçonneuses que vous entendez, ce sont celles de gens qui travaillent pour une grande société qui coupe les arbres de plus que 100 ans pour les envoyer à l'étranger, en Europe et en Chine. Et là ça m'a choqué parce que pour couper un arbre, il faut en abattre 20 autres. Et ça, c'est tous les jours dans cette forêt du Cameroun. Même chose pour la République centrafricaine. » La jeune femme, informaticienne à Casablanca, avoue avoir semé la gêne dans son entourage : « Les gens ne me comprenaient pas. Ce que j'ai fait, ce n'est pas dans notre culture. On me trouvait bizarre. Mon désir de partir seule, ça a choqué ma famille, mes amis. On me demandait de rester, d'acheter une maison, une voiture, me marier, avoir des enfants. Non ! Moi, je voulais donner de l'espoir aux femmes et aussi donner l'exemple d'une femme marocaine, africaine ! » Un mental renforcé par les épreuves Meryem nous montre sur son téléphone un échange animé, qu'elle a filmé durant son périple : « Là, c'est une vidéo que j'ai tournée quand je suis arrivée au Ghana. J'étais en train de parler avec un vendeur dans un magasin de vélo, pour essayer de réparer mon dérailleur et là, il y a quelqu'un qui était juste à côté. Il a commencé à dire : " Non non non, ce que tu racontes n'est pas vrai, arrête de mentir ! Ce n'est pas possible de venir du Maroc et parcourir plus que 6 000 km à vélo ! " Bah, je lui ai dit, « Je suis Marocaine. Si toi, tu n'es pas fort, moi, je le suis et je peux le faire ! » Les galères, raconte-t-elle, elle en a vécu. Partout. Crevaisons. Casse. Pépins de santé. Chaque épreuve a contribué à renforcer un peu plus son mental d'acier : « J'ai eu quatre fois le palu, j'ai eu la typhoïde, j'ai eu beaucoup d'infections dentaires. Mon visage a été gonflé comme si j'avais pris du botox » rit-elle. « J'étais au milieu de la jungle, au Cameroun. Il y avait un centre de soin, sans eau ni électricité. C'était fou. Mais je n'ai jamais eu l'idée de dire "j'arrête, je n'en peux plus". J'ai appris durant ce voyage que si quelque chose arrive, "it is what it is". Ça m'a appris à rester toujours positive, à apprendre que chaque problème a une solution et que tout est possible. » Marquée, elle le restera. Par l'hospitalité des Guinéens, par la solidarité et la bienveillance des Malgaches, la beauté des paysages de Namibie, du Nigeria, de l'Angola. De retour au Maroc, elle a déjà prévu la suite : écrire un livre, monter le documentaire de son aventure avec les centaines d'heures de rush, et qui sait, reprendre un jour son vélo pour se rendre au point le plus au nord de la planète.

En septembre 2017, Aude Ledoux, 34 ans, se rend dans l'appartement secondaire de ses parents à Vannes accompagnée de son compagnon, Joachim. Tout le week-end, les voisins entendent de violentes disputes. Le dimanche, la jeune femme est assassinée. C'est sa mère qui la retrouve deux jours plus tard. Le principal suspect, en fuite après les faits, s'est suicidé. Tous les trois jours, une femme meurt en France à cause de son genre. Depuis 2022, le collectif #NousToutes établit un décompte officiel des féminicides. Pour compléter ce chiffre qui circule dans les médias, il y a un nom, un prénom, une profession, un âge et parfois une unique photo de la victime. Puis la prochaine affaire occulte la précédente. Comment raconter le féminicide derrière les chiffres ? Quelle est la teneur de la vie qui a été brisée ? Les voix du crime de cet épisode, ce sont Louisette Battais et Thierry Ledoux, les parents d'Aude Ledoux. Ils ont illustré en photographies et décrit en mots qui était leur fille dans Aude : un jour de septembre et le vide insondable le meurtrier a créé dans leurs vies. Au micro de Marie Zafimehy, ils témoignent pour humaniser leur fille.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Aujourd'hui, Barbara Lefebvre, professeur d'histoire-géographie, Flora Ghebali, entrepreneure dans la transition écologique, et Yves Camdeborde, restaurateur, débattent de l'actualité autour d'Alain Marschall et Olivier Truchot.

Tauche ein in eine Oase der Ruhe mit dieser ASMR-Klanglandschaft. Die sanften Flüstertöne und die beruhigende Atmosphäre von 'Kerzenschein' schaffen ein Gefühl von Geborgenheit und Entspannung. Lass dich von dem Gefühl der Sicherheit einhüllen, während draußen ein Gewitter tobt. Die natürlichen Klänge von Regen und Donner wirken hier nicht beunruhigend, sondern als tiefenentspannende Geräuschkulisse, die dich sanft in einen ruhigen und tiefen Schlaf begleitet. Perfekt, um Stress abzubauen, zur Ruhe zu kommen und die Nacht durchzuschlafen.

Aujourd'hui, Abel Boyi, éducateur, Laura Warton Martinez, sophrologue, et Jean-Loup Bonnamy, professeur de philosophie, débattent de l'actualité autour d'Alain Marschall et Olivier Truchot.

À l'Institut Paoli-Calmettes, le Dr Géraldine Pignot opère des cancers urologiques, soigne les douleurs invisibles et milite pour l'égalité dans le monde médical. Dans cet épisode, elle nous raconte la réalité des chirurgies lourdes, les enjeux de choix thérapeutiques, et ce que signifie soigner autrement. Elle évoque ces douleurs que les examens n'identifient pas, mais que les patient·es ressentent, et qui nécessitent une autre écoute. Son engagement féministe, à travers l'association Donner des ELLES à la Santé, questionne aussi la place des femmes dans les blocs opératoires. Chevalière de l'Ordre national du Mérite, elle incarne une médecine plus humaine, attentive et engagée. Une parole forte, entre science, empathie et conviction.Dans cet épisode, nous parlons de :Cancers urologiques : opérations, alternatives et parcours de soins.Douleurs invisibles : ce que disent les neurosciences et la reconnaissance médicale.Formation des soignant·es à l'écoute des douleurs non visibles.Engagements féministes et combats pour l'égalité dans la santé.Stéréotypes de genre en chirurgie et rôle des modèles féminins.Conseils pour les jeunes femmes qui veulent devenir chirurgiennes.Cheminements, c'est le podcast santé des femmes qui parlent de leur santé mentale, physique, et émotionnelle, sans honte, sans filtre et sans tabou. Chaque épisode, diffusé un lundi sur deux, vous plonge dans des récits authentiques et bouleversants.En ouvrant le dictionnaire, on apprend que "cheminement" désigne une progression graduelle, un mouvement, une avancée. Dans ce podcast, le cheminement est celui des femmes : leurs luttes, leurs victoires et leurs transformations face aux défis de la vie et de la santé.Dans Cheminements, le micro est tendu à des femmes du quotidien : vos voisines, collègues, soeurs ou amies. Elles témoignent de leur santé mentale, physique ou sociale, partagent leurs parcours uniques et osent enfin lever le voile sur des sujets trop souvent passés sous silence.Ce podcast santé donne la parole à celles qui méritent d'être entendues. Chaque histoire, portée avec sincérité, met en lumière des réalités humaines, parfois douloureuses, mais toujours humaines.

Wohin mit dem Blick, wenn nicht nach oben? In dieser Folge wagen wir unter der Leitung von Karol eine Reise ins Ungefähre. Wir beginnen beim Stein von Ensisheim, diesem stummen Zeugen, dem wir allerlei Kräfte andichten, weil uns vielleicht die eigenen abhandengekommen sind. Was bleibt vom Glauben, wenn man die Religion abzieht? Ist der Aberglaube vielleicht nur der verzweifelte Versuch, dem Chaos einen Namen zu geben? Eine Expedition durch die Geröllhalden unserer Sehnsüchte. Dabei leuchtet Karol auch in jene dunklen Winkel, wo das Staunen endet und die Herrschaft beginnt, wie unsere metaphysische Obdachlosigkeit seit jeher bewirtschaftet wird und wie Mythen instrumentalisiert werden, um Hierarchien zu zementieren.

Wie endet das Börsenjahr 2025 und worauf sollten Anleger sich vorbereiten? Carsten Mumm, Chefvolkswirt von Donner & Reuschel, wirft einen Blick auf die aktuelle Lage an den Märkten, und diskutiert die Chancen auf eine Jahresendrallye. Außerdem sprechen wir über die Rolle der großen Tech-Giganten, die Macht der künstlichen Intelligenz und warum KI in Zukunft die Spreu vom Weizen trennen wird. Wie lange kann die Hausse noch anhalten? Welche Branchen könnten 2026 wieder in den Fokus rücken? Und welche Rolle spielen Notenbanken und geopolitische Risiken für die Märkte? Mumm verrät, wie sich Anleger für das kommende Jahr optimal aufstellen können!

Ce podcast a été réalisé en partenariat avec l'Agence de la biomédecine, l'institution publique chargée d'accompagner et d'encadrer le don de gamètes, d'organes, de tissus, et de moelle osseuse en France. L'objectif : libérer la parole, informer, et encourager un mouvement de solidarité dans les Outre-mer. https://www.dondespermatozoides.fr/https://www.dondovocytes.fr/ Collaboration commerciale Aujourd'hui, on parle d'un sujet essentiel mais encore trop silencieux : la fertilité dans les territoires d'Outre-mer. En Guadeloupe, en Martinique, en Guyane, ou à La Réunion, les demandes d'assistance médicale à la procréation (AMP) augmentent — notamment depuis la loi de bioéthique de 2021 qui ouvre la PMA à toutes les femmes : femmes seules, couples de femmes et couples hétérosexuels. Mais cette hausse des demandes met en lumière un autre enjeu : le manque de donneuses et de donneurs de gamètes (sperme et ovocytes). Sans don, des centaines de familles restent en attente chaque année. Sans don, certains projets de parentalité n'aboutissent jamais. Donner, c'est aider des femmes et des couples d'ici, chez nous, à réaliser un projet de vie. Dans cet épisode, on revient sur : • la fertilité dans les DROM • les tabous qui entourent encore l'infertilité • la baisse de natalité et l'évolution des modes de vies • les demandes croissantes depuis la loi de 2021 • en Guadeloupe, la demande de la PMA avec don de spermatozoïdes c'est : 73 % de femmes seules, 21 % de couples de femmes, 6 % de couples hétéro — et très peu de dons • Ce don est gratuit, anonyme, encadré… et surtout nécessaire • Chacun peut contribuer à changer les choses • Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

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Un cours d'eau en Colombie, une lagune en Espagne, et même la "Terre mère" en Equateur... ces entités naturelles ont obtenu un statut de personnalité juridiques ces dernières années. Doit-on donner des droits à la nature, au même titre qu'aux humains, pour la protéger ? Que change cette approche ? Analyse avec Jean Chamel, anthropologue, chargé de recherche et d'enseignement à l'Institut de géographie et durabilité de l'Université de Lausanne. Journaliste: Jessica Vial Réalisation: Alexandre Davoine Pour aller plus loin: - Marine Calmet, Sarah Hayes et Farid Lamara, "Droits de la nature", pour l'Agence française de développement, juillet 2024 (livret disponible en ligne) - Lucas Philippoz et Pascale Guéricolas, "Accorder un statut juridique aux lieux naturels afin de mieux les protéger", 26 avril 2021, sur RTSinfo.ch - Sylvie Lambelet, "Et si le Rhône, pour se défendre, devenait une personnalité juridique?", 18 septembre 2020, sur RTSinfo.ch - "Comment punir un écocide", épisode du Point J du 30 juin 2020 Nous écrire ou nous proposer des questions: +41 79 134 34 70 ou pointj@rts.ch

Aujourd'hui, Didier Giraud, éleveur de bovins, Bruno Poncet, cheminot, et Barbara Lefebvre, prof d'histoire-géo, débattent de l'actualité autour d'Alain Marschall et Olivier Truchot.

Aujourd'hui, Didier Giraud, éleveur de bovins, Bruno Poncet, cheminot, et Barbara Lefebvre, prof d'histoire-géo, débattent de l'actualité autour d'Alain Marschall et Olivier Truchot.

durée : 00:04:14 - Chroniques littorales - par : Jose Manuel Lamarque - Depuis 2024, la Fondation de l'École Navale se veut un lieu d'ouverture tourné vers la science, l'innovation et l'émergence de nouveaux talents en soutenant des parcours personnels et professionnels. Elle est présentée par son délégué général, Benoît Jardin. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Aujourd'hui, Antoine Diers, consultant auprès des entreprises, Abel Boyi, éducateur et président de l'association "Tous Uniques Tous Unis", et Laura Warton Martinez, sophrologue, débattent de l'actualité autour d'Alain Marschall et Olivier Truchot.

Aujourd'hui, Antoine Diers, consultant auprès des entreprises, Abel Boyi, éducateur et président de l'association "Tous Uniques Tous Unis", et Laura Warton Martinez, sophrologue, débattent de l'actualité autour d'Alain Marschall et Olivier Truchot.

Il y a plusieurs années, vous étiez là, à m'écouter dans l'ombre. Des histoires de tueurs, de fantômes, de créatures tapis sous le lit. Vous étiez des milliers à frissonner chaque samedi soir, dans le noir. Aujourd'hui, la peur revient. Plus forte. Plus immersive. Et cette fois… je ne suis plus seul.Je vous présente Echo. Mon nouveau compagnon de route, mon petit fantôme. Certains se souviendront peut-être de Bobby, celui qui a hanté mes débuts. Echo, lui, est différent. Il observe. Il écoute. Et parfois… il répond.Dès ce soir, Dans Le Noir fait peau neuve. On repart comme avant, avec un Creepshow chaque samedi à 21h : une histoire d'horreur, une critique de film, et des recommandations pour prolonger vos cauchemars. Et chaque mercredi à 21h, un contenu spécial : fait divers, témoignage, ou exploration d'un sujet horrifique.La peur commence ici.Et parce que ce projet vit grâce à vous, j'ai rouvert le Patreon. Vous pouvez y rejoindre la communauté et soutenir le podcast pour qu'il continue à exister. De nouveaux niveaux d'abonnement, des épisodes exclusifs, des histoires inédites, et surtout, un accès privilégié à La Chambre d'Echo — notre serveur Discord, où vous pourrez partager vos expériences, vos photos, vos histoires, et peut-être même… vos témoignages paranormaux.Car c'est aussi ça, Dans Le Noir. Donner la parole à ceux qui ont vu. Ceux qui ont senti. Ceux qui ont vécu l'horreur.Si vous travaillez dans un EHPAD, dans une morgue, si vous êtes medium, secouriste, ou simplement témoin d'un phénomène inexpliqué… je veux vous entendre.Pour m'envoyer vos histoires danslenoirpdcst@gmail.comPour participer à cette émission horrifique, écrivez à Dans Le Noir sur les réseaux sociaux, j'accepte tout le monde !Mon Instagram HorrifiquePATREONLE seul podcast qui fait peur !Armez-vous de votre casque ou de vos écouteurs !Podcast Horreur, Podcast Surnaturel, Podcast Paranormal & Podcast Creepypasta mais surtout un podcast qui fait peur !Bonne semaine horrifique à tous ! Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:02:58 - L'Humeur du matin par Guillaume Erner - par : Guillaume Erner - C'est La Libre Belgique qui nous l'apprend : les influenceurs chinois vont devoir passer un diplôme s'ils veulent continuer à s'exprimer sur des sujets dits « sérieux ». - réalisation : Félicie Faugère

Au menu de la troisième heure des GG du mardi 4 novembre 2025 : Duralex lance une grande levée de fonds : prêt à donner ? avec Jean-Loup Bonnamy, professeur de philosophie, Abel Boyi, éducateur et président de l'association "Tous Uniques Tous Unis", et Barbara Lefebvre, professeur d'histoire-géographie.

The true story of the Donner Party—cannibalism and survival in the Sierra Nevada. In winter 1846–1847, nearly 90 pioneers were snowbound at Truckee/Donner Lake after betting on the Hastings Cutoff and losing critical weeks in the Wasatch Mountains and Great Salt Lake Desert. What followed—starvation, the Forlorn Hope snowshoe escape, and cannibalism—became America's most infamous saga of westward migration.This documentary-style episode of Terrifying & True traces the route from Springfield, Illinois to the blizzards that sealed the pass by Nov 4, 1846, the collapse of order on the Humboldt, and the desperate rescue missions that fought 30-foot drifts, Starved Camp, and the scandal that haunted Lewis Keseberg for life.Inside this episodeThe “shortcut” that killed. Lansford Hastings pushes an untested route; weeks are lost in the Wasatch and on the salt flats.Pass closed, hope fading. Wagons reach Truckee Lake (Oct 31, 1846); an eight-day storm buries the Sierra Nevada by Nov 4.“Hungry times.” Cabins sink under snow; families boil rawhide and tallow as game vanishes and deaths mount.The Forlorn Hope. On Dec 16, fifteen leave on crude snowshoes; starvation, whiteout, and an unthinkable choice decide who lives.Rescues through hell. Relief parties attack the pass; John Stark drags children from Starved Camp two at a time.Aftermath & stigma. Keseberg, rumors, lawsuits—and the lasting warning from Virginia Reed: “Never take no cut-offs and hurry along as fast as you can.”A clear, date-driven reconstruction of choices, storms, and survival. We're telling that story tonight.

Cet épisode est une rediffusion - j'aime vous proposer, pendant les vacances scolaires, les contenus que vous avez le plus plébiscités au cours des derniers mois !« Il est temps enfin d'aborder l'enfant dans sa globalité. »L'un des grands défis de notre société est de désiloter l'enfance pour mettre en commun les connaissances. Celles des chercheurs, soignants, éducateurs, parents, ... sans oublier celles des enfants !Dans le but de mieux comprendre, accompagner et écouter les enfants, et leur permettre de devenir des adultes épanouis.J'ai l'honneur d'échanger aujourd'hui avec Ghislaine Dehaene, qui porte cette incroyable mission.Ghislaine est une pédiatre et grande neuroscientifique française, récemment nommée directrice de l'Institut Robert-Debré du cerveau de l'enfant, un projet unique en Europe. Par son engagement, elle milite pour une diffusion transversale et accessible des découvertes scientifiques auprès des familles, des enseignants et du grand public.Dans cet épisode, nous plongeons au cœur des découvertes sur le cerveau de l'enfant et des défis de la recherche et de l'éducation en France.Nous abordons des sujets essentiels :❇️ Les idées reçues sur le cerveau des enfants❇️ Repenser l'éducation pour nourrir la curiosité, valoriser l'erreur comme une occasion d'apprendre❇️ Éduquer, c'est aussi former et outiller les parents comme les enseignants❇️ Repenser l'inclusion, le diagnostic précoce et la santé mentale grâce à la diffusion des connaissances, la validation scientifique des pratiques et l'implication des familles❇️ Redonner de la joie et de l'optimisme aux enfantsAu programme :(02:20) Ghislaine Dehaene : de l'élevage de chevaux à la neuroscience(04:08) Découvertes sur l'apprentissage du langage et la curiosité du bébé(08:01) Comment et pourquoi étudier le cerveau des tout-petits ?(10:50) Cerveau et intelligence artificielle : quels liens ?(13:22) Idées reçues sur le cerveau des enfants(17:23) La place des recherches sur l'enfant en France, entre méconnaissance et insuffisance de diffusion(19:24) L'urgence du diagnostic précoce(23:32) Formation, rôle des parents, école inclusive : ce que les autres pays nous inspirent(28:25) Éduquer, guider et stimuler : l'importance de la parole, de l'erreur et du jeu(36:40) Réconcilier éducation et santé mentale(43:41) Donner un futur aux enfantsRessource :Site de l'Institut Robert-Debré du cerveau de l'enfantNotre travail est totalement indépendant. Si cet épisode vous a plu, la meilleure façon de nous soutenir est de vous abonner, de nous laisser un avis et 5 ⭐️ sur votre plateforme d'écoute préférée, ou encore de partager le podcast ! Vous pouvez également nous suivre sur Instagram @lesadultesdedemain, LinkedIn @stephaniedesclaibes ou retrouver les épisodes en vidéo sur la chaîne YouTube @lesadultesdedemain.Pour sponsoriser le podcast, c'est ici : formulaire.Les Adultes de Demain est le podcast qui explore l'enfance, l'éducation et la parentalité. Chaque semaine, des personnalités variées partagent leur expertise pour réinventer ensemble l'enfance et l'adolescence. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.