Podcasts about Downstairs

Our friend Adam Carter returns to the studio for another round of Ask Adam Anything on a Tuesday!

Mens Room Question: What happened to your downstairs area?

Mens Room Question: What happened to your downstairs area?

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On today's bonus best bits from this week, we've got advice, dream chat and proud dads. Follow The Big Show on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/haurakibigshow Subscribe to the podcast now on iHeartRadio, YouTube, or wherever you get your podcasts! Featuring Jason Hoyte, Mike Minogue, and Keyzie, "The Big Show" drive you home weekdays from 4pm on Radio Hauraki. Providing a hilarious escape from reality for those ‘backbone’ New Zealanders with plenty of laughs and out-the-gate yarns. Download the full podcast here: iHeartRadio: www.iheart.com/podcast/1049-the-hauraki-big-show-71532051/?follow=true Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-hauraki-big-show/id1531952388 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/20OF8YadmJmvzWa7TGRnDI See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hey now Cabalists and welcome to episode 320 of The Secret Cabal! Origins Game Fair 2025 is nearly here and we're all fired up. If you're going to be there you got to join us for our meetup at the Whistle and Keg on June 20th. Then the gang gets into some of the games they've been playing including Praga Caput Regni, YRO, Obsession Upstairs Downstairs, Space Empires 4x, Biblios and a feature review of Septima from Mind Clash games! Then after Tony T hooks us up with his amazing new segment the Founders jump into another Short Topic Extravaganza. Praga Caput Regni: 00:04:44, YRO: 00:12:55, Obsession Upstairs, Downstairs: 00:21:14, Space Empires 4x: 00:31:33, Biblios: 00:42:28, Septima: 00:58:39, News with Tony T: 01:35:45, Short Topic Extravaganza: 02:15:57. Check out our sponsors Restoration Games at https://restorationgames.com/. Game Toppers at https://www.gametoppersllc.com/. And CGE at https://czechgames.com/.

This week, David Kamp explains why it's time to make Trump deport the creator of Saturday Night Live, Lorne Michaels. Then, Stuart Heritage tells us how and why the notorious Fyre Festival is back. We think? And finally, Jean Marsh, one of the great actresses of the past 50 years, who also co-created the beloved and influential television series Upstairs, Downstairs, died recently, and Michael Lindsay-Hogg will join us to share his tribute to the beautiful woman he knew and loved.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Today on the podcast. 3 - Kid with a compound bow. 12 - Veeting your ballsack. 19 - Mould hole. 30 - Eating a meat cyst. 34 - Shoutout to Nick. 35 - Downstairs telling off gone wrong. 39 - Larry the jetski driver. 43 - Sky diving with a naked granny clip. New NFR sunglasses - https://neufound.com/pages/notforradio Give us a follow if you haven't already ~ Jay and Dunc. Want to get in touch? Hit us up, here: https://linktr.ee/notforradio Become a Sniper Elite: https://plus.rova.nz/ Check out our sponsor, Binance, here: https://bit.ly/3Y8N2UuSupport the show: https://plus.rova.nz/

Stupid News 4-17-2025 6am ...How Creepy is the Downstairs? …Only Fans Model Provides Service to Help Couples …She was going 105mph because she was late for her wedding

Third Thursday Artist Alley Open Studios at the South Hill Business Campus this evening, as well as Jazz Thursdays with MAQ at South Hill Cider, a Soup and Salad supper fundraiser at Houtz Hall in Etna, Maundy Thursday service at the First Baptist Church, the What’s Cookin’ Jazz Trio at Bike Bar, and a Memorial Show for Julian Pompilio at Deep Dive. Friday, a Wizard’s Feast at Risley Hall at Cornell, Billy Golicki at Summerhill Brewing, London McDaniel at the Antlers, Night Eagle presents the Slambovian Circus of Dreams at the Lansing Performing Arts Center, and A Very Special Episode, Open Swim, and Green as New Light at Angry Mom Records. For your Saturday, Easter Egg Hunts at the Groton Fire Department and Dryden Baptist Church, an Earth Day festival on the Ithaca Commons, opening day at Steamboat Landing for the Ithaca Farmers Market, and Brian Francis & Co at Summerhill Brewing. Sunday, an Easter Breakfast at the Groton American Legion, Easter Egg Hunt at the Etna Park and Playground, Modern Western Square Dancing at the Lansing Community Center, and Giant Panda Guerilla Dub Squad at Deep Dive. Monday, Joshua Hatcher and Greg Evans at the Downstairs. Tuesday, New Cold [...]

Today's poem is The Party is Downstairs by Didi Jackson.The Slowdown is your daily poetry ritual. In this episode, Major writes… “Today's poem honors the family dog whose imperfections are all the more reason to love. The Slowdown was more than a labor of love. Each episode was an invitation to dream how we might come to love our imperfect world.” Celebrate the power of poems with a gift to The Slowdown today. Every donation makes a difference: https://tinyurl.com/rjm4synp

After spinning the new 'genre wheel,' freshman Polly Greaves chose 'The Downstairs Girl' by Stacey Lee for historical fiction. The book discusses gender and racial segregation, touching on themes of identity and social class, where power equals worth. Freshman Heather Davis spun the wheel and got dystopian for their next genre. Music:Title: Dawn of ChangeArtist: Roman SenykMusic credits License code: WTHPCZQ5HOBHTFV0

Step into the stylish world of The House of Eliott! To Beths immense joy, we're diving into the beloved 90s BBC drama that brought 1920s fashion, ambition, and drama to our screens. Created by Upstairs, Downstairs duo Jean Marsh and Eileen Atkins, the series followed sisters Beatrice and Evangeline Eliott as they built a pioneering fashion house in a world still dominated by men. We'll explore what made The House of Eliott such a standout show—from its lavish period costumes and intricate storytelling to the feminist themes woven throughout. The series perfectly captured the excitement and challenges of the Roaring Twenties, blending high society glamour with the grit of two women fighting for independence in the fashion industry. Despite its devoted fan base, why did it end after just three seasons? Join us as we revisit this unforgettable drama, relive the fashion moments that defined it, find out what the cast went on to, and celebrate the legacy of The House of Eliott. This episode is one you won't want to miss! Talk2TheHand is an independent throwback podcast run by husband and wife, Jimmy and Beth. Obsessed with 90s nostalgia and 90s celebrities, we'll rewind the years and take you back to the greatest era of our lives.   New episodes bursting with nostalgia of the 90s released on Tuesdays. Please subscribe to our podcast and we'll keep you gooey in 1990s love. Find us on Twitter @talk2thehandpod or email us at jimmy@talk2thehand.co.uk or beth@talk2thehand.co.uk

Norwegian punks Bokassa have returned! Hot off the heels of their 2024 album, ‘All Out of Dreams', the band are set to tour the UK this April. The tour, which includes self-described “Feral blues-punk outfit” Mother Vulture, is set to see the band spread the same fire and fury that have won over their legions of fans, at some of the UK's best venues! The dates for the upcoming All Out of Dreams UK Tour are: April 11th, 2025 - Dover, The Booking Hall April 12th, 2025 - Bournemouth, Dorsel Doomsday April 13th, 2025 - Swansea, Bunkhouse April 14th, 2025 - Manchester, Star & Garter April 15th, 2025 - Glasgow, Audio April 17th, 2025 - Sheffield, Corporation April 18th, 2025 - Nottingham, Old Angel April 19th, 2025 - London, Downstairs at the Dome Fans can buy tickets here: https://www.bokassaband.com/tour Bokassa's latest full-length album ‘All Out of Dreams' was released in February 2024, and it saw the band further expand their self-patented brand of stoner punk into a hook-laden “Molotov Rocktail” of punk, hardcore, metal, and rock. In this interview, we spoke to vocalist and guitarist Jørn Kaarstad about the UK tour and what fans can expect. We also reflect on the success of the album, ‘All Out of Dreams' and talk about the future. Find out more here: https://www.bokassaband.com Website: https://gbhbl.com/ LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/gbhbl Ko-Fi (Buy us a coffee): https://ko-fi.com/gbhbl Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GBHBL Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gbhbl/ Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/gbhbl.com Threads: https://www.threads.net/@gbhbl Twitter: https://twitter.com/GBHBL_Official Contact: gbhblofficial@gmail.com Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/gbhbl Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5A4toGR0qap5zfoR4cIIBo Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/hr/podcast/the-gbhbl-podcasts/id1350465865 Intro/Outro music created by HexedRiffsStudios YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKSpZ6roX36WaFWwQ73Cbbg Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hexedriffsstudio

On today's episode, it's Nicholas Cage unleashed to somewhat questionable results in Osgood Perkins' Longlegs.In the film, FBI agent Lee Harker (Maika Monroe), a woman with possible clairvoyant abilities, is drawn into a series of murder-suicides spanning decades. A Lynchian crime procedural that leans into a fusion of supernatural and religious horror, Longlegs is a highly stylized descent intodarkness that has left audiences divided. We're breaking it all down today with spoilers so stay tuned.

Guests:Brian BurkePete the BuilderJennifer SheahanMáire Henry

On Friday, London McDaniel at the Antlers. Sona Jobarteh at Cornell’s Bailey Hall. And Yam Yam with Metasequoia at Deep Dive. All weekend, the Addams Family School Edition at Newfield High School! For your Saturday, the Ithaca Farmers Market at Triphammer Marketplace, Frank Raponi and Peter Glanville at Grist Iron Brewing Company, Jennie Lowe Stearns at South Hill Cider, a Joni Mitchell Tribute Show at Deep Dive, and the 41st Annual Cornell Fashion Collective spring runway show at Barton Hall. A pancake breakfast at the Trumansburg Fire Department Sunday morning to benefit the Peter Kahn Memorial Scholarship, Honky Tonk Sunday with the Deep Dive Barn Haulers at Deep Dive, and Modern Western Square Dancing at the Lansing Community Center. Monday, Joshua Hatcher and Greg Evans at the Downstairs. Tuesday, Dead Dive Happy Hour at Deep Dive, TC Tuesday at Atlas Bowl, and a Folk at the Farmhouse unplugged Beatles tribute at Grist Iron Brewing. Next Wednesday, an author visit with Amanda Jaros Champion at the Newfield Public Library, Jazz Night at Brookton's Market, Wednesday open mic night at the Nocturnal Cafe, formerly Sacred Root, and the Canaan Jam Session at the Canaan Institute.  Thursday, a Puzzle Contest at the Newfield [...]

Today on the podcast. 2 - Metal bin prank. 5 - Downstairs telling off has a horror revelation. 10 - Wild Grandmother story. 13.25 - Crematorium late mail. 16 - Community radio in a NZ town. 23 - Travelling NZ. The Dirt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKO4n5vwNA8 27 - No one else like me - NFR edition New NFR sunglasses - https://neufound.com/pages/notforradio Give us a follow if you haven't already ~ Jay and Dunc. Want to get in touch? Hit us up, here: https://linktr.ee/notforradio Become a Sniper Elite: https://plus.rova.nz/Support the show: https://plus.rova.nz/

Melvyn Bragg and guests discuss the architect Sir John Soane (1753 -1837), the son of a bricklayer. He rose up the ranks of his profession as an architect to see many of his designs realised to great acclaim, particularly the Bank of England and the Law Courts at Westminster Hall, although his work on both of those has been largely destroyed. He is now best known for his house in Lincoln's Inn Fields in London, which he remodelled and crammed with antiquities and artworks: he wanted visitors to experience the house as a dramatic grand tour of Europe in microcosm. He became professor of architecture at the Royal Academy, and in a series of influential lectures he set out his belief in the power of buildings to enlighten people about “the poetry of architecture”. Visitors to the museum and his other works can see his trademark architectural features such as his shallow dome, which went on to inspire Britain's red telephone boxes.With: Frances Sands, the Curator of Drawings and Books at Sir John Soane's MuseumFrank Salmon, Associate Professor of the History of Art at the University of Cambridge and Director of the Ax:son Johnson Centre for the Study of Classical ArchitectureAnd Gillian Darley, historian and author of Soane's biography.Producer: Eliane Glaser In Our time is a BBC Studios Audio production.Reading list:Barry Bergdoll, European Architecture 1750-1890 (Oxford University Press, 2000)Bruce Boucher, John Soane's Cabinet of Curiosities: Reflections on an Architect and His Collection (Yale University Press, 2024)Oliver Bradbury, Sir John Soane's Influence on Architecture from 1791: An Enduring Legacy (Routledge, 2015)Gillian Darley, John Soane: An Accidental Romantic (Yale University Press, 1999)Ptolemy Dean, Sir John Soane and the Country Estate (Ashgate, 1999)Ptolemy Dean, Sir John Soane and London (Lund Humphries, 2006)Helen Dorey, John Soane and J.M.W. Turner: Illuminating a Friendship (Sir John Soane's Museum, 2007)Tim Knox, Sir John Soane's Museum (Merrell, 2015)Brian Lukacher, Joseph Gandy: An Architectural Visionary in Georgian England (Thames and Hudson, 2006)Susan Palmer, At Home with the Soanes: Upstairs, Downstairs in 19th Century London (Pimpernel Press, 2015)Frances Sands, Architectural Drawings: Hidden Masterpieces at Sir John Soane's Museum (Batsford, 2021)Sir John Soane's Museum, A Complete Description (Sir John Soane's Museum, 2018)Mary Ann Stevens and Margaret Richardson (eds.), John Soane Architect: Master of Space and Light (Royal Academy Publications, 1999)John Summerson, Architecture in Britain 1530-1830 (9th edition, Yale University Press, 1993)A.A. Tait, Robert Adam: Drawings and Imagination (Cambridge University Press, 1993) John H. Taylor, Sir John Soane's Greatest Treasure: The Sarcophagus of Seti I (Pimpernel Press, 2017)David Watkin, Sir John Soane: Enlightenment Thought and the Royal Academy Lectures (Cambridge University Press, 1996)David Watkin, Sir John Soane: The Royal Academy Lectures (Cambridge University Press, 2000)John Wilton-Ely, Piranesi, Paestum & Soane (Prestel, 2013)

BE WARNED: It's LuAnna, and this podcast contains honest, upfront opinions, rants, bants and general explicit content. But you know you love it! It's time to get TOTALLY EXTRA. Extra chat, extra rants, extra bants, extra stories, nonsense and more.On this week's Totally Extra: Reasons to trim downstairs, a stinking vag ruining career paths, accidentally running someone, over & colour matching jizz, again. Remember, if you want to get in touch you can:Email us at luannathepodcast@gmail.com OR drop us a WhatsApp on 07745 266947Please review Global's Privacy Policy: https://global.com/legal/privacy-policy/

There are more updates from Joanne in Cape Town this week. They are as fantastic as you'd imagine. Meanwhile, back in the UK, Vogue might have some explaining to do to her kids. Plus, the Wandsworth Prison scandal, the Brad Pitt scam & where Vogue's uncanny impression of Sandra came from.If you'd like to get in touch, you can send an email to hello@MTGMpod.comPlease review Global's Privacy Policy: global.com/legal/privacy-policy/For merch, tour dates and more visit: www.mytherapistghostedme.comFor more information about Joanne's gigs, visit: www.joannemcnally.comThis episode contains explicit language and adult themes that may not be suitable for all listeners.

More of the craziest reviews, from all over the internet! We look at a Panda Express that doesn't seem to have a lot of options, but will definitely give you the eye roll that you've been looking for. More reviews from "America's filthiest hotel", including some less than classy lobby activities. A very personal item that may either completely solve your problems, or make them MUCH worse & much more!!Join comedians James Pietragallo and Jimmie Whisman as they explore the most opinionated part of the internet: The Reviews Section!Subscribe and we will see you every Monday with Your Stupid Opinions!!!Don't forget to rate & review!!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The heroes seize the opportunity to scour a vast underground cavern for resources and make a new friend with a strange hobby. *** Support us on Patreon! Patrons get access to weekly premium episodes, including behind-the-scenes insights into our game, spoiler-free specials featuring games-related chat, and tons more. Tabletop Gold is Lars Casteen, David Chernicoff, Zoe Chernicoff, R. Matt Humphreys, and Robin Lange. If you enjoy the show, please leave us a rating and review at the podcast service of your choice, and find our website at www.tabletopgold.com. The Roots of Ruin is a production of the Pathfinder Adventure Path Abomination Vaults for Pathfinder Second Edition. Licensed music by Nicolas Jeudy / Dark Fantasy Studio, Phat Phrog Studio, and GameDev Market. Original music by Lars Casteen. The Roots of Ruin is a Tabletop Gold production, produced under the Paizo Incorporated Fan Content policy.  The Roots of Ruin uses trademarks and/or copyrights owned by Paizo Inc., used under Paizo's Fan Content Policy (paizo.com/licenses/fancontent).  Paizo does not recognize, endorse, or sponsor this project in any way.  Original characters and content are the property of Tabletop Gold.  For more information about Paizo Inc. and Paizo products, visit paizo.com…

If you want to take ownership of your health, try AG1 and get a FREE 1-year supply of Vitamin D AND 5 Free AG1 Travel Packs with your first purchase. Go to www.drinkAG1.com/creepen  Today's first fantastic offering is ‘In the Land of Black  and White, by Stephan D. Harris, kindly shared with us via the Creepypasta website and narrated with express permission:  http://www.creepypasta.com/in-the-land-of-black-and-white/ Today's second tale is ''The Last One of the Family'' by Boe Whiskey, kindly shared directly with me for the express purpose of having me exclusively narrate it here for you all: https://www.reddit.com/r/DrCreepensVault/comments/7002zv/the_last_one_of_the_family Today's phenomenal third story is ''Knock Knock'' by Bree NicGarran: (submitted via email) Today's phenomenal penultimate story is 'Mr. Salesman' by Miss Lau, kindly shared directly with me for the express purpose of having me exclusively narrate it here for you all:  https://www.reddit.com/r/DrCreepensVault/comments/76o4u9/mr_salesman/ ‘What to Do with the Voices in your Head' by aLooLoo, again kindly shared directly with me for the express purpose of having me exclusively narrate it here for you all:  https://www.reddit.com/r/DrCreepensVault/comments/6hy9l5/what_to_do_with_the_voices_in_your_head/ Today's final fantastic offering is a collection of short stories shared with me on my subreddit: ‘Someone's Downstairs' by Sammmy134:  https://www.reddit.com/r/DrCreepensVault/comments/6hb7h5/someones_downstairs_fiction_someones_downstairs/ ‘Signs and Wonders' by BensTerribleFate:  https://www.reddit.com/r/libraryofshadows/comments/6iviad/signs_and_wonders_death_contest ‘Laughing in the Dark' by Sammmy134:  https://www.reddit.com/r/DrCreepensVault/comments/6hfwax/laughing_in_the_dark_fiction ‘Hunted' by Boewhishey:  https://www.reddit.com/r/DrCreepensVault/comments/6gh5l5/hunted_fiction ‘The Charity' by MidnightTalesUntold:  https://www.reddit.com/r/libraryofshadows/comments/6j3ki4/the_charity

For the latest Whisper in the Wings from Stage Whisper, we welcomed on the creator/director/performer Paul Budraitis to talk about his new work, I Love That For You. This heartfelt and powerful show made for great conversation, and one that you won't want to miss. So make sure you tune in and turn up for this great production!La MaMa Presents I Love That For YouDecember 12th-22nd @ The Downstairs at La MaMa Tickets and more information are available at lama.orgAnd be sure to follow our guests to stay up to date on all their upcoming projects and productions:@paulbudraitispaulbudraitis.com

Josh Mankiewicz catches up with Andrea Canning about her episode, “The Room Downstairs.”  In March 2011, a suburban New Jersey home was suddenly engulfed in flames. When firefighters entered the basement, they found 59-year-old Robert Cantor dead on a bed.  An autopsy revealed that he'd been fatally shot before the fire was set. Andrea and Josh talk about the love triangle that pointed investigators to their prime suspect and the circumstantial case that resulted in his conviction – twice. Plus, Andrea shares two podcast-exclusive interview clips, one from the victim's best friend and the other from his killer.See the sweater Tung wore during his interview: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/ijdpFw5AMm4?feature=share   Listen to the full episode of "The Room Downstairs" here: https://link.chtbl.com/dl_theroomdownstairs

Andrea Canning reports on the latest twists and turns in the case in which firefighters discovered a New Jersey man dead in a house fire, but an autopsy revealed he had been shot to death.

A Puritan Minister's Marriage Succumbs to Natural Sexuality.By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next day, Elizabeth's mind was in turmoil. Her actions of the night before were bad enough, but the feelings and thrill she gained from those actions had to be sinful. She felt as though she had acted like the Devil's Whore.The Pastor's libido was satisfied for the next few days after such a strenuous evening. However, once that time passed, he found himself once more becoming aroused by Charity during their evening lessons. He retired to bed, determined to gain release with his wife. However, her behavior was muted and without speaking her actions insisted that their intimacy return to their normal form.Whilst the Pastor was initially sated, subsequent evenings (although resulting in orgasm), left him feeling disappointed that his wife would not participate more freely.While Elizabeth had become cool and unresponsive to her husband's advances, she could understand that his desires were kindled by Charity. She was a sweet young woman. Hard working, diligent, obedient, Godly. She was all these things and more; her face had a natural beauty and when she walked it was with a lithesome grace. The Pastor's wife found herself wishing she had looked like her at the age of 18, but this was not jealousy so much as admiration. She quickly became fond of the girl and while she was a servant, she accepted her as more of a companion.It was during a warmer early Summer month that Elizabeth suggested a bath. Not their usual weekly wash, but bathing in the nearby river. She knew of a little used path that led to a deep, yet relatively still pool which had been created during heavy rains. It was remote, away from regular paths and therefore away from prying eyes. They arranged to go there on the next occasion that the Pastor was away for the day on parish business.It was mid-morning, after the necessary chores had been completed that the two women set off. Charity had never been far from her Father's home and had been even less distance since joining the Pastor and his wife. So, this felt quite an adventure for the young woman. The journey was only about half an hour, but in that time, they had crossed several fields and gone through two areas of woodland. When they arrived at the river it came as a surprise; one moment they were walking through dappled woodland and then suddenly there was a river with trees on the other side. They moved along the bank a short distance and found the pool. It was calm and the bank leading down to it was a shallow slope.In a happy mood, both women took off their shoes and stripped down to their shifts. But before they entered the water, Elizabeth reached into a small bag she had brought with her."I have a gift for you Charity," she said."For me?""Yes." She took her hand out of the bag and held out the gift to Charity."What is it Mistress?""Soap. Not the kind for washing clothes, but the type used for gentlewomen to bathe with."Charity's mouth formed a perfect O at the wonder that some people had such things and that furthermore she was being presented with it."Come, let us enter the water."Elizabeth invited Charity to step down first. She then took Elizabeth's hand and helped her down into the cool water. They took their time getting into the deepest point, getting used to the temperature. The river pool came up to around their waist, soaking the lower part of their shifts.Now that they were in the water, Elizabeth realized she hadn't thought about how each of the women would bathe, but as Charity dipped down, soaking the remainder of her shift, she heard herself say, "Perhaps you had better remove you shift and turn around, then I can soap your back.Charity paused, wondering if she had heard correctly, but her mistress was obviously waiting, so she reached down and raised it up over her head. Elizabeth held back a gasp when the young woman's breasts came into view. All too quickly she had turned around, so the soaping began.After doing Charity's neck, shoulders, back and hips, the young woman dipped down into the water to wash the suds away. Elizabeth bade her to turn around and with a deep breath began to soap her upper chest, moving down slowly onto her breasts.Charity just stood and watched as her mistress's hands moved downwards and contacted her nipples, made stiff by the cool waters. She shivered, but not from the cold. Eventually the hands moved further down and eventually reached her quivering stomach, where she stopped.After another cleansing dip, Charity spoke, "Perhaps it is my turn to soap you mistress?"Elizabeth's shift joined Charity's on the riverbank, and she turned her back for the girl to bathe it.Charity worked swiftly, soaping Elizabeth's neck and shoulders. She marveled at the older woman's strong musculature, gained from many years of hard work. Slightly taller in stature, the cleft of her buttocks was visible above the line of the water. The soap-smothered hands went all the way down to that line and Elizabeth wondered if she dared to turn around. The hand pulling at her shoulder told her it was time to do so. She could not resist and turned, lifting her head high, proud to display her breasts for washing.Charity took longer to bathe Elizabeth's breasts, they were larger than hers and each woman was enjoying the sensations too much. But it had to come to an end, and she squatted down in the water to rinse her body.Elizabeth had not thought about the next step, as she and Charity stood looking at each other in the waist deep water. Nobody but her husband had ever seen her naked. And that only recently, by dim candlelight. But this was another woman, so their nakedness could not be sinful, could it?She took Charity by the hand and led her to the shallows, where it was only ankle deep. She looked with admiration at the youthful body and bade her turn around. Kneeling, she began to soap the slender legs, gradually moving higher. When she reached her buttocks, she deliberately kneaded them, then slipped her hand down the cleft. She heard Charity let out a small gasp as the digits came close to touching her nether lips.Charity turned around to face her Mistress. Whose attention was taken by the dark brown bush of pubic hair in front of her face. As she began the washing process, with both hands around one ankle, the girl slid her feet further apart. Elizabeth soaped first to one knee, then to the other. Moving up the left thigh, she avoided the girl's pussy and soaped over the hip. She repeated this process on the right-hand side.As the woman worked, Charity felt her heavier than usual breath stirring the curls around her maidenhead. She widened her stance, hoping, nay inviting her Mistress to soap her there.Elizabeth's mouth was dry. She had never seen a naked woman, nor a pussy this close. She used her fingers to soap gently and thoroughly every inch and crevice. Charity almost fainted from her attentions.When Charity took her turn to bathe her Mistress, she spent longer at the task and by the time the fingers were delving their way between her labia Elizabeth's legs were shaking, She collapsed down into a kneeling position, legs spread and grabbed Charity's wrist, keeping her hand there."Don't stop Charity. I need to be clean there. I need to be washed and washed again. You must remove the evil from me."Charity did not understand what she meant, but her insistence that she continue was clear. She moved her fingers, the soap long since dropped, touching, feeling the skin and hair, exploring the lips and the stiffened spot that seemed to bring forth groans from Elizabeth.She was shocked when Elizabeth reached an orgasm. Frightened even. Was her Mistress possessed? What was happening to her? She bravely fought the urge to stand up and run away.Elizabeth opened her eyes and saw the concern on Charity's face. She smiled wanly and reassured her, "It's all right child. The evil is out of me now. Thank you."Understanding that her Mistress was indeed recovered, she now wondered about the feelings that she herself had experienced earlier. Wash she too harboring evil?"Mistress, I am frightened! Perhaps I too have need of such cleansing?"Elizabeth smiled, "I doubt that child. You are too pure to be concerned about evil touching you.""But, perhaps that is why I am in need. Would not the Devil choose someone above suspicion as a host?" She spread her legs, looking down for any visible signs that evil resided therein.To Elizabeth, this sudden unbidden display of Charity's womanly parts was fascinating. They appeared much the same as hers, yet as she remained a virgin, quite different. Before she even knew that she was doing it, her hand was there, fingers touching the warm flesh. Watching carefully as they traced the outline of the girl's sex, noting that the moisture was growing rapidly, the lips having turned puffy. She felt the urge to enter her with a finger, but knew this would be wrong, damaging to her virginity. Instead, she concentrated on rubbing the lips and that little sensitive bud that she found did so much.Charity fainted as her first ever orgasm hit her. Elizabeth had to cradle her head until she came around.The two women did not discuss their bathing trip. Nor did Elizabeth inform her husband. They were back at the house well before he arrived home, and the evening meal was awaiting his return.That evening, Charity's lesson with the Pastor was a little strange. He could tell something was troubling her, but he did not want to press her to talk until she was ready. Instead, he read her passages from the bible and asked her to explain, in her own words, what she thought they meant. Gradually, she relaxed, her mind occupied by the questions she was attempting to answer."You seem troubled, child. What concerns you?" He eventually asked her."Ah, Umm, it's, well, it's," she paused, unsure of how to explain her fears. But then she plunged on, hoping that the Pastor would be able to help, "Do you think that I could be possessed by the devil?"The pastor was taken aback by the question, but recovered quickly, "I, think that is very unlikely. You are a good girl. Pure and chaste. What makes you think otherwise?""Well, is it not true that the Devil can make people do things that are wrong?""It is true, yes.""Is it possible that He can fool a person into thinking that something that is wrong is, in fact, right and proper?""Well, that is possible I suppose, yes. But why would that relate to you? Surely you cannot have done anything that could be misinterpreted?""It is my thoughts and feelings that I am afraid are wrong.""Can you give me an example child?""Well, when the young men call out to me, it makes me feel, strange. I, welcome their attention and, sometimes wish they went further. It makes me feel pleasant"The Pastor coughed gently but did not speak.She tried to explain, "I know that marriage between a man and a woman is where all good people should hope to arrive, in order that their union may bring forth more members for the church congregation. I, wonder when I will meet a man who will take me for his wife. This wondering brings forth certain, feelings within me. I, I have never been told how children come about, but I believe it isn't simply by prayer? Which means, that something else must happen. I find myself wondering about what that could be, and I start to think about those young men. I wonder about asking them, perhaps that can enlighten me?"Pastor Smith was aware that this intelligent young woman was becoming dangerously interested in men. She clearly had not been told about the mechanics of sexual union between a man and his wife, but he was sure that her observations of the farm animals that she must see regularly would eventually provide her with answers. She will then know, or at least guess, what happens in the bedroom."I'm sure that they could enlighten you. But not necessarily in a way that I would approve of. I do not wish to embarrass you, but your beauty and grace are extremely attractive to young men and it is bound to rouse their passions. Such passions within marriage are acceptable. But outside marriage," he left the sentence unfinished.Unfinished, not for effect, but because of the certain dark thoughts that were crowding in on him. She was there, within feet of him across the table wearing that thin shift. Her nipples were poking through, her breasts heaved as she breathed deeply and explained her feelings. And, as she licked her lips, moistening the pretty pink orifice, his erection became painful."I think that we should pray for your strength to resist talking to these young men, and to conquer these feelings that you mention."She rose from the table and walked around to the fireplace, where the wooden cross hung. She knelt and, for the first time during their lessons, the Pastor joined her, kneeling slightly behind and to the left, so that she would not see his tumescent state. Too late, he realized that he could smell her scent. If he were to reach out, he would be able touch her, to caress her body through the thin cotton of her shift.He cleared his throat, "Hmm. Perhaps it would benefit if you were to prostrate yourself, my child."What devil possessed him to say that?So, Charity bent forward, placed her weight on her hands and then stretched her legs backwards, allowing her to lay down flat. Her shift rose up her legs as she moved and revealed her calves and the backs of her knees. The Pastor's right hand, sitting upon his own knee was only inches from her posterior. He just caught himself before it wandered there. He looked away from her bottom and saw the uncovered legs. His feelings of arousal were so strong that he was becoming light-headed. He re-directed his attention upwards, attempting to regain control, but then saw that the garment had slipped from one shoulder when she had lain down. The creamy, smooth flesh of her young body captivated him.Charity was panting heavily. She could not understand why, but as her body moved up and down with each breath, her breasts and nipples were sliding across the cotton. She was not praying; she was having those bad thoughts again.Pastor Smith persuaded himself that it would be acceptable to place a hand on Charity's shoulder as a comforting gesture. He spoke as he did so, "You must relax, child. Free your mind so that you may receive forgiveness."As the Pastor's hand rested on the bare skin of her shoulder, Charity shuddered. The hand was warm, yet rough from the hard years of his life. When he did not take it away, she began to feel a tingling sensation in her breasts, and, elsewhere. Her back arched a little as she involuntarily pressed her pubic region into the floor tile. Her knees parted and her arse raised a few inches before she pressed down again.The Pastor saw all of this and wondered at it. He wanted her. He wanted to enter her pure, virginal flesh, to ravage her.Almost crying with the pain of resisting temptation he spoke to her again, "Are you in pain my dear?""No!" she wailed. "I cannot control my body Pastor!""Then you must relax." He placed his hand on the back of her head and this seemed to have a calming effect. The movements ceased.Then, to be sure that she was starting to relax, he put his hand back on her shoulder. At first, she tensed, but then he felt the muscles soften and he heard her sigh. So, he stroked her gently and saw that her breathing was calming. Encouraged by this he placed his other hand on the opposite shoulder and repeated the same movements. Somehow, his hands accidentally moved the material aside so that now her upper back was uncovered. The tie string must have become undone, for as his hands moved rhythmically and gently across and down the silky skin, the neckline of the garment moved lower until her shoulder blades were exposed.Pastor Smith knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he could not help himself; in one movement he swung his leg across Charity's body and knelt astride her. He remained kneeling upright, with his hard cock thrusting out the front of his breeches only inches from the young woman. He moved the shift lower still as he caressed her.Although the garment was now lowered to the middle of her back, Charity's breasts were keeping the material at the front firmly in place, but by now the Pastor could see the sides of them, the swellings flattened out upon the floor. He knew that the shift would not move any further as the sleeves were now holding it tight and he felt a slight sense of relief. But then, as he continued his motions on the exposed flesh, his arm made contact with his manhood. Without thinking, leaving one hand on Charity, the other wrapped itself around the breeches covered shaft.Any pretense that he was helping Charity was, at this point, destroyed. He was now in a land of sin and wickedness from which there was no escape. Her innocence was allowing him to take control of her body and he wanted to see and feel more.Attempting to be firm and commanding, yet sounding as though he was coking, she said, "Your arms look tense. Take them out of the sleeves and I will ease them for you."Charity complied immediately, careful not to expose breasts and shock the Pastor with their nudity.Pastor Smith returned his hands to her shoulders and moved them outwards along the outstretched arms. He had to lean forward to do this and, for the first time, his sheathed cock rubbed against Charity's back.The young woman was aware that the Pastor had straddled her, presumably to make it easier for him to, stroke her? She felt a momentary hardness digging into her spine, which returned every now and again as he caressed her arms.The Pastor's hands returned to the lower parts of Charity's back and she felt him shuffle backwards as he moved lower. Then she felt the insistent tugging of the shift on her breasts. It, it was sliding out from beneath them! The cold of the floor made her gasp and her hips bucked in response. A response which brought her buttocks into full contact with that hardness that she had felt before. Shortly after her hips dropped back down, that hardness regained contact and remain pressed there.It was all the Pastor could do not to hump against the deliciously soft and curvy rump that his manhood was now resting against. Indeed, he pressed a little harder as he brought his hands further down her body, dragging the material with them. Now, with the material clear of her breasts, he could slide his hands up her sides, fingertips feeling the softer flesh. Charity moaned.Pastor Smith was in a quandary; looking down he could see the hint of Charity's buttock cleavage. He wanted to feel the flesh there now, but it would mean that he had to give up the delightful feeling of his cock resting there. Her deep moan made up his mind and he shuffled down her legs. He made no attempt to disguise his actions as he tugged the material clear of her arse, which to him looked perfect. Perfect for mauling. Which he did with a zeal. He

A Puritan Minister's Marriage Succumbs to Natural Sexuality.By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next day, Elizabeth's mind was in turmoil. Her actions of the night before were bad enough, but the feelings and thrill she gained from those actions had to be sinful. She felt as though she had acted like the Devil's Whore.The Pastor's libido was satisfied for the next few days after such a strenuous evening. However, once that time passed, he found himself once more becoming aroused by Charity during their evening lessons. He retired to bed, determined to gain release with his wife. However, her behavior was muted and without speaking her actions insisted that their intimacy return to their normal form.Whilst the Pastor was initially sated, subsequent evenings (although resulting in orgasm), left him feeling disappointed that his wife would not participate more freely.While Elizabeth had become cool and unresponsive to her husband's advances, she could understand that his desires were kindled by Charity. She was a sweet young woman. Hard working, diligent, obedient, Godly. She was all these things and more; her face had a natural beauty and when she walked it was with a lithesome grace. The Pastor's wife found herself wishing she had looked like her at the age of 18, but this was not jealousy so much as admiration. She quickly became fond of the girl and while she was a servant, she accepted her as more of a companion.It was during a warmer early Summer month that Elizabeth suggested a bath. Not their usual weekly wash, but bathing in the nearby river. She knew of a little used path that led to a deep, yet relatively still pool which had been created during heavy rains. It was remote, away from regular paths and therefore away from prying eyes. They arranged to go there on the next occasion that the Pastor was away for the day on parish business.It was mid-morning, after the necessary chores had been completed that the two women set off. Charity had never been far from her Father's home and had been even less distance since joining the Pastor and his wife. So, this felt quite an adventure for the young woman. The journey was only about half an hour, but in that time, they had crossed several fields and gone through two areas of woodland. When they arrived at the river it came as a surprise; one moment they were walking through dappled woodland and then suddenly there was a river with trees on the other side. They moved along the bank a short distance and found the pool. It was calm and the bank leading down to it was a shallow slope.In a happy mood, both women took off their shoes and stripped down to their shifts. But before they entered the water, Elizabeth reached into a small bag she had brought with her."I have a gift for you Charity," she said."For me?""Yes." She took her hand out of the bag and held out the gift to Charity."What is it Mistress?""Soap. Not the kind for washing clothes, but the type used for gentlewomen to bathe with."Charity's mouth formed a perfect O at the wonder that some people had such things and that furthermore she was being presented with it."Come, let us enter the water."Elizabeth invited Charity to step down first. She then took Elizabeth's hand and helped her down into the cool water. They took their time getting into the deepest point, getting used to the temperature. The river pool came up to around their waist, soaking the lower part of their shifts.Now that they were in the water, Elizabeth realized she hadn't thought about how each of the women would bathe, but as Charity dipped down, soaking the remainder of her shift, she heard herself say, "Perhaps you had better remove you shift and turn around, then I can soap your back.Charity paused, wondering if she had heard correctly, but her mistress was obviously waiting, so she reached down and raised it up over her head. Elizabeth held back a gasp when the young woman's breasts came into view. All too quickly she had turned around, so the soaping began.After doing Charity's neck, shoulders, back and hips, the young woman dipped down into the water to wash the suds away. Elizabeth bade her to turn around and with a deep breath began to soap her upper chest, moving down slowly onto her breasts.Charity just stood and watched as her mistress's hands moved downwards and contacted her nipples, made stiff by the cool waters. She shivered, but not from the cold. Eventually the hands moved further down and eventually reached her quivering stomach, where she stopped.After another cleansing dip, Charity spoke, "Perhaps it is my turn to soap you mistress?"Elizabeth's shift joined Charity's on the riverbank, and she turned her back for the girl to bathe it.Charity worked swiftly, soaping Elizabeth's neck and shoulders. She marveled at the older woman's strong musculature, gained from many years of hard work. Slightly taller in stature, the cleft of her buttocks was visible above the line of the water. The soap-smothered hands went all the way down to that line and Elizabeth wondered if she dared to turn around. The hand pulling at her shoulder told her it was time to do so. She could not resist and turned, lifting her head high, proud to display her breasts for washing.Charity took longer to bathe Elizabeth's breasts, they were larger than hers and each woman was enjoying the sensations too much. But it had to come to an end, and she squatted down in the water to rinse her body.Elizabeth had not thought about the next step, as she and Charity stood looking at each other in the waist deep water. Nobody but her husband had ever seen her naked. And that only recently, by dim candlelight. But this was another woman, so their nakedness could not be sinful, could it?She took Charity by the hand and led her to the shallows, where it was only ankle deep. She looked with admiration at the youthful body and bade her turn around. Kneeling, she began to soap the slender legs, gradually moving higher. When she reached her buttocks, she deliberately kneaded them, then slipped her hand down the cleft. She heard Charity let out a small gasp as the digits came close to touching her nether lips.Charity turned around to face her Mistress. Whose attention was taken by the dark brown bush of pubic hair in front of her face. As she began the washing process, with both hands around one ankle, the girl slid her feet further apart. Elizabeth soaped first to one knee, then to the other. Moving up the left thigh, she avoided the girl's pussy and soaped over the hip. She repeated this process on the right-hand side.As the woman worked, Charity felt her heavier than usual breath stirring the curls around her maidenhead. She widened her stance, hoping, nay inviting her Mistress to soap her there.Elizabeth's mouth was dry. She had never seen a naked woman, nor a pussy this close. She used her fingers to soap gently and thoroughly every inch and crevice. Charity almost fainted from her attentions.When Charity took her turn to bathe her Mistress, she spent longer at the task and by the time the fingers were delving their way between her labia Elizabeth's legs were shaking, She collapsed down into a kneeling position, legs spread and grabbed Charity's wrist, keeping her hand there."Don't stop Charity. I need to be clean there. I need to be washed and washed again. You must remove the evil from me."Charity did not understand what she meant, but her insistence that she continue was clear. She moved her fingers, the soap long since dropped, touching, feeling the skin and hair, exploring the lips and the stiffened spot that seemed to bring forth groans from Elizabeth.She was shocked when Elizabeth reached an orgasm. Frightened even. Was her Mistress possessed? What was happening to her? She bravely fought the urge to stand up and run away.Elizabeth opened her eyes and saw the concern on Charity's face. She smiled wanly and reassured her, "It's all right child. The evil is out of me now. Thank you."Understanding that her Mistress was indeed recovered, she now wondered about the feelings that she herself had experienced earlier. Wash she too harboring evil?"Mistress, I am frightened! Perhaps I too have need of such cleansing?"Elizabeth smiled, "I doubt that child. You are too pure to be concerned about evil touching you.""But, perhaps that is why I am in need. Would not the Devil choose someone above suspicion as a host?" She spread her legs, looking down for any visible signs that evil resided therein.To Elizabeth, this sudden unbidden display of Charity's womanly parts was fascinating. They appeared much the same as hers, yet as she remained a virgin, quite different. Before she even knew that she was doing it, her hand was there, fingers touching the warm flesh. Watching carefully as they traced the outline of the girl's sex, noting that the moisture was growing rapidly, the lips having turned puffy. She felt the urge to enter her with a finger, but knew this would be wrong, damaging to her virginity. Instead, she concentrated on rubbing the lips and that little sensitive bud that she found did so much.Charity fainted as her first ever orgasm hit her. Elizabeth had to cradle her head until she came around.The two women did not discuss their bathing trip. Nor did Elizabeth inform her husband. They were back at the house well before he arrived home, and the evening meal was awaiting his return.That evening, Charity's lesson with the Pastor was a little strange. He could tell something was troubling her, but he did not want to press her to talk until she was ready. Instead, he read her passages from the bible and asked her to explain, in her own words, what she thought they meant. Gradually, she relaxed, her mind occupied by the questions she was attempting to answer."You seem troubled, child. What concerns you?" He eventually asked her."Ah, Umm, it's, well, it's," she paused, unsure of how to explain her fears. But then she plunged on, hoping that the Pastor would be able to help, "Do you think that I could be possessed by the devil?"The pastor was taken aback by the question, but recovered quickly, "I, think that is very unlikely. You are a good girl. Pure and chaste. What makes you think otherwise?""Well, is it not true that the Devil can make people do things that are wrong?""It is true, yes.""Is it possible that He can fool a person into thinking that something that is wrong is, in fact, right and proper?""Well, that is possible I suppose, yes. But why would that relate to you? Surely you cannot have done anything that could be misinterpreted?""It is my thoughts and feelings that I am afraid are wrong.""Can you give me an example child?""Well, when the young men call out to me, it makes me feel, strange. I, welcome their attention and, sometimes wish they went further. It makes me feel pleasant"The Pastor coughed gently but did not speak.She tried to explain, "I know that marriage between a man and a woman is where all good people should hope to arrive, in order that their union may bring forth more members for the church congregation. I, wonder when I will meet a man who will take me for his wife. This wondering brings forth certain, feelings within me. I, I have never been told how children come about, but I believe it isn't simply by prayer? Which means, that something else must happen. I find myself wondering about what that could be, and I start to think about those young men. I wonder about asking them, perhaps that can enlighten me?"Pastor Smith was aware that this intelligent young woman was becoming dangerously interested in men. She clearly had not been told about the mechanics of sexual union between a man and his wife, but he was sure that her observations of the farm animals that she must see regularly would eventually provide her with answers. She will then know, or at least guess, what happens in the bedroom."I'm sure that they could enlighten you. But not necessarily in a way that I would approve of. I do not wish to embarrass you, but your beauty and grace are extremely attractive to young men and it is bound to rouse their passions. Such passions within marriage are acceptable. But outside marriage," he left the sentence unfinished.Unfinished, not for effect, but because of the certain dark thoughts that were crowding in on him. She was there, within feet of him across the table wearing that thin shift. Her nipples were poking through, her breasts heaved as she breathed deeply and explained her feelings. And, as she licked her lips, moistening the pretty pink orifice, his erection became painful."I think that we should pray for your strength to resist talking to these young men, and to conquer these feelings that you mention."She rose from the table and walked around to the fireplace, where the wooden cross hung. She knelt and, for the first time during their lessons, the Pastor joined her, kneeling slightly behind and to the left, so that she would not see his tumescent state. Too late, he realized that he could smell her scent. If he were to reach out, he would be able touch her, to caress her body through the thin cotton of her shift.He cleared his throat, "Hmm. Perhaps it would benefit if you were to prostrate yourself, my child."What devil possessed him to say that?So, Charity bent forward, placed her weight on her hands and then stretched her legs backwards, allowing her to lay down flat. Her shift rose up her legs as she moved and revealed her calves and the backs of her knees. The Pastor's right hand, sitting upon his own knee was only inches from her posterior. He just caught himself before it wandered there. He looked away from her bottom and saw the uncovered legs. His feelings of arousal were so strong that he was becoming light-headed. He re-directed his attention upwards, attempting to regain control, but then saw that the garment had slipped from one shoulder when she had lain down. The creamy, smooth flesh of her young body captivated him.Charity was panting heavily. She could not understand why, but as her body moved up and down with each breath, her breasts and nipples were sliding across the cotton. She was not praying; she was having those bad thoughts again.Pastor Smith persuaded himself that it would be acceptable to place a hand on Charity's shoulder as a comforting gesture. He spoke as he did so, "You must relax, child. Free your mind so that you may receive forgiveness."As the Pastor's hand rested on the bare skin of her shoulder, Charity shuddered. The hand was warm, yet rough from the hard years of his life. When he did not take it away, she began to feel a tingling sensation in her breasts, and, elsewhere. Her back arched a little as she involuntarily pressed her pubic region into the floor tile. Her knees parted and her arse raised a few inches before she pressed down again.The Pastor saw all of this and wondered at it. He wanted her. He wanted to enter her pure, virginal flesh, to ravage her.Almost crying with the pain of resisting temptation he spoke to her again, "Are you in pain my dear?""No!" she wailed. "I cannot control my body Pastor!""Then you must relax." He placed his hand on the back of her head and this seemed to have a calming effect. The movements ceased.Then, to be sure that she was starting to relax, he put his hand back on her shoulder. At first, she tensed, but then he felt the muscles soften and he heard her sigh. So, he stroked her gently and saw that her breathing was calming. Encouraged by this he placed his other hand on the opposite shoulder and repeated the same movements. Somehow, his hands accidentally moved the material aside so that now her upper back was uncovered. The tie string must have become undone, for as his hands moved rhythmically and gently across and down the silky skin, the neckline of the garment moved lower until her shoulder blades were exposed.Pastor Smith knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he could not help himself; in one movement he swung his leg across Charity's body and knelt astride her. He remained kneeling upright, with his hard cock thrusting out the front of his breeches only inches from the young woman. He moved the shift lower still as he caressed her.Although the garment was now lowered to the middle of her back, Charity's breasts were keeping the material at the front firmly in place, but by now the Pastor could see the sides of them, the swellings flattened out upon the floor. He knew that the shift would not move any further as the sleeves were now holding it tight and he felt a slight sense of relief. But then, as he continued his motions on the exposed flesh, his arm made contact with his manhood. Without thinking, leaving one hand on Charity, the other wrapped itself around the breeches covered shaft.Any pretense that he was helping Charity was, at this point, destroyed. He was now in a land of sin and wickedness from which there was no escape. Her innocence was allowing him to take control of her body and he wanted to see and feel more.Attempting to be firm and commanding, yet sounding as though he was coking, she said, "Your arms look tense. Take them out of the sleeves and I will ease them for you."Charity complied immediately, careful not to expose breasts and shock the Pastor with their nudity.Pastor Smith returned his hands to her shoulders and moved them outwards along the outstretched arms. He had to lean forward to do this and, for the first time, his sheathed cock rubbed against Charity's back.The young woman was aware that the Pastor had straddled her, presumably to make it easier for him to, stroke her? She felt a momentary hardness digging into her spine, which returned every now and again as he caressed her arms.The Pastor's hands returned to the lower parts of Charity's back and she felt him shuffle backwards as he moved lower. Then she felt the insistent tugging of the shift on her breasts. It, it was sliding out from beneath them! The cold of the floor made her gasp and her hips bucked in response. A response which brought her buttocks into full contact with that hardness that she had felt before. Shortly after her hips dropped back down, that hardness regained contact and remain pressed there.It was all the Pastor could do not to hump against the deliciously soft and curvy rump that his manhood was now resting against. Indeed, he pressed a little harder as he brought his hands further down her body, dragging the material with them. Now, with the material clear of her breasts, he could slide his hands up her sides, fingertips feeling the softer flesh. Charity moaned.Pastor Smith was in a quandary; looking down he could see the hint of Charity's buttock cleavage. He wanted to feel the flesh there now, but it would mean that he had to give up the delightful feeling of his cock resting there. Her deep moan made up his mind and he shuffled down her legs. He made no attempt to disguise his actions as he tugged the material clear of her arse, which to him looked perfect. Perfect for mauling. Which he did

On the latest Whisper in the Wings from Stage Whisper, we are thrilled to welcome on the adaptor/director/performer Rafika Chawishe, to talk about her new work Agamemnon: The Circle of Blood.This was such a fascinating show to learn more about, and we are thrilled to be able to share it with you. So make sure you tune in and turn up for this great production!La Mama PresentsAgememnon: The Circle of Blood November 14th-24th @ Downstairs at La Mama Experimental Theatre ClubTickets and more information are available at lamama.orgAnd be sure to follow Rafika to stay up to date on all their upcoming projects and productions:@rafikachawisheofficial

We unexpectedly took the Summer off, so in case you need a reminder – this is the podcast where we ask the important questions… Is Nicolas Cage a legitimate acting… Continue reading "CAGEMATCH, Episode 15: The Man Downstairs w/ Special Guest “Clown Baby”"

We unexpectedly took the Summer off, so in case you need a reminder – this is the podcast where we ask the important questions… Is Nicolas Cage a legitimate acting… Continue reading "CAGEMATCH, Episode 15: The Man Downstairs w/ Special Guest “Clown Baby”"

We unexpectedly took the Summer off, so in case you need a reminder – this is the podcast where we ask the important questions… Is Nicolas Cage a legitimate acting… Continue reading "CAGEMATCH, Episode 15: The Man Downstairs w/ Special Guest “Clown Baby”"

We unexpectedly took the Summer off, so in case you need a reminder – this is the podcast where we ask the important questions… Is Nicolas Cage a legitimate acting… Continue reading "CAGEMATCH, Episode 15: The Man Downstairs w/ Special Guest “Clown Baby”"

We unexpectedly took the Summer off, so in case you need a reminder – this is the podcast where we ask the important questions… Is Nicolas Cage a legitimate acting… Continue reading "CAGEMATCH, Episode 15: The Man Downstairs w/ Special Guest “Clown Baby”"

We unexpectedly took the Summer off, so in case you need a reminder – this is the podcast where we ask the important questions… Is Nicolas Cage a legitimate acting… Continue reading "CAGEMATCH, Episode 15: The Man Downstairs w/ Special Guest “Clown Baby”"

We unexpectedly took the Summer off, so in case you need a reminder – this is the podcast where we ask the important questions… Is Nicolas Cage a legitimate acting… Continue reading "CAGEMATCH, Episode 15: The Man Downstairs w/ Special Guest “Clown Baby”"

We unexpectedly took the Summer off, so in case you need a reminder – this is the podcast where we ask the important questions… Is Nicolas Cage a legitimate acting… Continue reading "CAGEMATCH, Episode 15: The Man Downstairs w/ Special Guest “Clown Baby”"

We unexpectedly took the Summer off, so in case you need a reminder – this is the podcast where we ask the important questions… Is Nicolas Cage a legitimate acting… Continue reading "CAGEMATCH, Episode 15: The Man Downstairs w/ Special Guest “Clown Baby”"

We unexpectedly took the Summer off, so in case you need a reminder – this is the podcast where we ask the important questions… Is Nicolas Cage a legitimate acting… Continue reading "CAGEMATCH, Episode 15: The Man Downstairs w/ Special Guest “Clown Baby”"

We unexpectedly took the Summer off, so in case you need a reminder – this is the podcast where we ask the important questions… Is Nicolas Cage a legitimate acting… Continue reading "CAGEMATCH, Episode 15: The Man Downstairs w/ Special Guest “Clown Baby”"

The Downstairs Girl by Stacey LeeWhen Jo loses her job, unexpectedly, at the milliner's hat shop, she isn't sure what she will do next for employment. After all, she and Old Gin need her wages to help them keep them going. Luckily, they don't have to worry about where they live, since they have been squatting in the basement of a printing shop for all of Jo's life. The owners of the print shop have no idea that Jo and Old Gin have been there for years, but when she hears the owners might have to move, she worries that means the end of their free living space.  Jo gets an idea for how she can help the owners of the shop stay in business - by becoming an advice columnist for their paper! Recommended for grades 8 and up. 

The boys are heading back to the basement for part two of the story of Josef Fritzl and his daughter Elisabeth, whose nightmare had just begun when after four years of living as his prisoner-wife in the cellar beneath the Fritzl home, she gave birth to the first of seven children to be fathered by Josef - of which only 6 would make it out of the cellar alive. Subscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ on Apple Podcasts to listen to ad-free new episodes and get exclusive access to bonus content.

Not the worst day for us, but... eh. Hope your week is going better.

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Send us a Text Message.This episode of Funny In Theory is very busy, much like our two co-hosts, whose exploits are featured in this episode. This particular edition of the show is a windy road. We begin on the avenue of what happened in the lives of our two aforementioned co-hosts in the past week. We then traverse our way toward the boulevard of what will be in the coming days for the St. Paul Saints front office staff. We end talking about insurance! As always, thanks for listening to this episode of Funny In Theory, be sure to keep up with us on our social accounts (@funnnyintheory) for teasers and episode updates! 

Tuesday, July 4th, 1944. It's been twenty-nine days since the Allies first stormed the beaches of Normandy. They've continued to slowly push inland, but the battle for control of the Caen has raged onward. CBS is there with up-to-the-minute news. On Saturday July 1st, A counterattack by German Panzer Corps failed to dislodge the British Second Army around Caen. When OB West Gerd von Rundstedt phoned Berlin to report the failure, Chief of Staff Wilhelm Keitel asked, “what shall we do?” Rundstedt replied, “Make peace you fools!” He was fired the next day. Meanwhile the U.S. 133rd Infantry Regiment captured Cecina in Tuscany, Italy. They'd enter Siena on Monday the 3rd. At the same time Allies and Japanese forces began battling in New Guinea and The Battle of Imphal in India ended in Allied victory. On the morning of the Fourth, Minsk, the last big German stronghold on Soviet soil, finally fell. This kind of war created a need for fast news relays, so much so that for the first time, news was being recorded on the battlefront. On Independence Day 1944, needing to push further inland from Normandy, the task fell to the 79th and 90th Divisions as well as the 82nd Airborne, all of whom had to assault uphill and around a large marsh in the low ground, while twelve Nazi divisions lay in wait, including several Panzer units. The troops fought yard by yard, making slow but steady progress at a high cost. The 90th Division alone lost over 500 men that day. This same day, General Omar Bradley had artillery units in the US First Army open fire on the German lines precisely at noon. Some units fired red, white, and blue smoke shells at the Germans. The message was clear: The Americans were in Western Europe and they wouldn't be leaving until victory was achieved. ____________ The man you just heard was Norman Lewis Corwin. He was born on May 3rd, 1910 in Boston, Massachusetts. The third of four children, his mother Rose was a homemaker, and his father, Samuel, a printer. Norman graduated from Winthrop High School, but unlike his brothers, he did not attend college. Instead, he got a job at the Greenfield Reporter as a Cub newsman at seventeen. Corwin was later hired by the Springfield Republican where he worked as an editor. He became known for his column "Radiosyncracies." His first exposure to professional Radio broadcasting came with an opportunity to air an interview regarding one of the human interest stories he'd written. Station WBZA soon needed a newsreader and sought to have the position filled with someone from the local paper. Corwin got the job. By 1929 Corwin fashioned his own broadcast over WBZA, a combination of piano interludes interwoven with Corwin's original poetry readings. He called the program Rhymes and Cadences. In 1931, Corwin traveled to Europe with his older brother, witnessing the growing fascism, social and religious unrest, and political turmoil. It helped shape his broadcasting career. In June 1935, he went to Cincinnati to work at WLW. He soon learned that any on-air reportage of collective bargaining efforts were grounds for immediate dismissal. Objecting, he was fired. Eventually he got the ACLU's backing and got the policy changed. Corwin came to New York, finding work as a publicist for 20th Century-Fox. He soon proposed a poetry and music program for WQXR. The program was called Poetic License, and it wasn't long before both NBC and CBS took notice. A few days shy of his twenty-eighth birthday in 1938, CBS hired Corwin as a director for One-Hundred-Twenty-Five-Dollars per-week. Within a few months he directed his first Columbia Workshop experimental drama, “The Red Badge of Courage,” airing July 9th, 1938. On the night of Sunday October 30th, 1938, Corwin was rehearsing the pilot for a new program, Words Without Music. Downstairs, Orson Welles was broadcasting his infamous Mercury Theater “War of The Worlds.”

Tonight's guest, Dr. Erin Drinkwater, has had one Sasquatch sighting and several other experiences that might have been Sasquatch-related. Her sighting shook her up. There's no arguing that, but the experience that frightened her most happened one night, in her own home. That was the night she realized she and her daughter weren't the only ones in her house. She became aware of the unwelcome visitor due to it stomping around upstairs. When she heard it do what it did, up there, she prayed it wasn't going to come downstairs to kill her and her daughter.  If you'd like to check out my new Bigfoot show, called "My Bigfoot Sighting," you can listen using your favorite podcast app. Here's a link to the My Bigfoot Sighting Channel on Spotify...https://open.spotify.com/show/2gomYbQG2gM6gPFakCQYNL?si=M0dm3bDfR_ShTiJcHPWoyw&dl_branch=1If you've had a Sasquatch sighting and would like to be a guest on Bigfoot Eyewitness Radio, please go to https://www.BigfootEyewitness.com and submit a report.If you've had a Sasquatch sighting and would like to be a guest on My Bigfoot Sighting, please go to https://www.MyBigfootSighting.com and let me know.If you'd like to help support the show, by buying your own Bigfoot Eyewitness t-shirt or sweatshirt, please visit the Bigfoot Eyewitness Show Store, by going to https://Dogman-Encounters.MyShopify.comI produce 3 other podcasts that are available for listening on your favorite podcast app. If you haven't checked them out, already, here are links to them…  My Bigfoot Sighting https://www.spreaker.com/show/my-bigfoot-sighting  Dogman Encounters https://www.spreaker.com/show/dogman-encounters-radio_2  My Paranormal Experience https://www.spreaker.com/show/my-paranormal-experience  Thanks, as always, for listening!

It's 2024! New year! New resolutions! New attitudes! New sassy intros! New updates on classic Dateline episodes! New phone, who di.... you get the idea. Dateline is starting off 2024 with THE ROOM DOWNSTAIRS and Andrea Canning returning to New Jersey to update us on the tragic case of Rob Cantor, his French lover Sophie and the tri-state Tony who came between them. It's a case that has Kimberly and Katie itching to discuss in detail even if they get a little Tung tied in some poorly executed accents. So grab a hot dog and prepare to get a little hot under the fuzzy collar with A Date with Dateline: AKA THE BASEMENT! Official Description from NBCU: Andrea Canning reports on the latest twists and turns in the case in which firefighters discovered a New Jersey man dead in a house fire, but an autopsy revealed he had been shot to death. This episode is dedicated to Andrea L. and Meritt W! Instead of draping you in ugly sweaters, we would drape you in… our love and appreciation? Thank you so much for your support! Start of the year right with some amazing deals from our sponsors: Listening to The Newsworthy every day has made Kimberly's life so much better! It's a way to be informed without the doomscrolling! Plus fun stories! So- search “THE NEWSWORTHY” on whatever app you're listening on now --- or go to THE NEWSWORTHY DOT COM. Thank you Erica! Good food brings people together, as this episode proves. For easy, quick, affordable meals to bring your family together at dinner (and all other meals too!), go to HelloFresh.com/datelinefree and use code datelinefree for one FREE breakfast item per box while subscription is active! We've got the EASIEST resolution for you in 2024. BETTER LASHES. Just use Thrive mascara! Thrive Causemetics is luxury beauty that gives back. Right now, you can get an exclusive 20% off your first order at thrivecausemetics.com/DATEDATELINE Unlimited premium wireless for 15 bucks a month?! The only catch is catching this amazing deal! Go to https://www.mintmobile.com/datedateline and stop overpaying! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices