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Tập 4 Cởi Mở lần này mang đến một couple siêu thú vị: ABG Tina, cô nàng DJ cá tính với loạt video triệu view, và bạn trai Kentrell Barkley, cầu thủ bóng rổ đến từ Mỹ.Trên ghế nóng của Cởi Mở, ABG Tina và Kentrell lần đầu tiên chia sẻ về những khoảnh khắc 'toát mồ hôi hột' khi sống chung, những cuộc trò chuyện nảy lửa về quan điểm quan điểm xã hội, và cả những khác biệt tế nhị trong... phòng ngủ.
Bộ đôi khách mời tiếp theo của Cởi Mở mùa 5 gọi tên Ông Thỉ Bà Long – một couple 'hot hòn họt' trên TikTok với những video gần gũi về tình yêu và những tình huống 'trời ơi đất hỡi' mà cặp đôi nào cũng từng gặp phải. Nhưng lần này, họ không chỉ dừng lại ở những câu chuyện tình cảm hằng ngày, mà sẽ đi sâu vào một chủ đề mà ít ai dám nói: Những bí mật tình dục của phụ nữ! Từ những ngộ nhận phổ biến trong chuyện tình dục, những mong muốn mà phụ nữ ngại nói ra, đến những bài học giúp cả hai hiểu nhau hơn trên giường. Hãy cùng hai host khám phá những góc nhìn mới mẻ từ hai giới để cuộc yêu thêm thăng hoa nhé!#CoiMo #Vietcetera #DurexVietnam #Durex001#KhongMotKhoangCach #CM_S5—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân.—Đừng quên có thể xem bản video của podcast này tại: YouTubeVà đọc những bài viết thú vị tại website: Vietcetera—Yêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietceteraNếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.com
Tuần này, Cởi Mở chào đón Will và Tina – một cặp đôi có nhiều điểm chung nhưng cũng không ít khác biệt trong quan điểm yêu đương. Trong khi Will cho rằng quá khứ nên được khép lại và không ảnh hưởng đến hiện tại, Tina tin rằng có những ranh giới cần được đặt ra, nhất là khi đang trong một mối quan hệ nghiêm túc. Trong tập này, họ sẽ cùng chia sẻ về những khúc mắc nhạy cảm trong tình yêu— Khi nào thì sự quan tâm trở thành kiểm soát? Khi nào thì sự thoải mái biến thành vô tâm? Và liệu tình yêu có thực sự cần đến những quy tắc, hay mỗi người tự đặt ra giới hạn theo cách riêng của mình?Hãy cùng hai host Phương Nam và Minh Trang khám phá xem một người cởi mở có thể yêu một người bảo thủ đến mức nào nhé!—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân.#CoiMo #Vietcetera #DurexVietnam #Durex001#KhongMotKhoangCach #CM_S5_2— Đừng quên có thể xem bản video của podcast này tại: YouTube Và đọc những bài viết thú vị tại website: Vietcetera — Yêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate tại: ● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera ● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.com
Mở bát cho Cởi Mở mùa 5, chúng ta cùng chào đón cặp đôi Kendall Nguyễn và Yu Trần. Không những gấp đôi visual mỗi lần xuất hiện bên cạnh nhau, Kendall và Yu cũng mang đến trường quay một bầu không khí vô cùng dễ chịu với sự cởi mở trong cách chia sẻ quan điểm về hôn nhân và cách hoà hợp trong tình yêu để có một mối quan hệ bền vững. Vậy suy nghĩ về hôn nhân của một cặp đôi "đam mỹ" có gì đặc biệt? Tập Cởi Mở lần này không chỉ bàn luận về việc có nên kết hôn hay không, mà còn bóc tách những rào cản, khoảng cách của cả 2 trước quyết định trở thành người thân, người tình và người bạn đồng hành cùng nhau lâu dài. Sự thấu hiểu, tôn trọng và luôn giữ sự cởi mở với nhau trong mọi vấn đề là mấu chốt giúp cả 2 dễ dàng vượt qua nhiều khó khăn trong hành trình yêu. Cùng 2 host Phương Nam và Minh Trang lắng nghe câu chuyện của 2 chàng trai đáng yêu này với những chia sẻ đầy thú vị nhé! —Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân.#CoiMo #Vietcetera #DurexVietnam #Durex001#KhongMotKhoangCach #CM_S5_1— Đừng quên có thể xem bản video của podcast này tại: YouTube Và đọc những bài viết thú vị tại website: Vietcetera — Yêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate tại: ● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera ● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.com
The sexual wellness industry has long been shrouded in taboo. But now, thanks to quick commerce, getting a stamina supplement or a massage wand has become as effortless as ordering a packet of milk. In the process, the long standing dominance of the old guard – the likes of Durex, Manforce and Score – has also been challenged. That's because these quick commerce platforms shone a light on the many upstarts that have entered the market in the last few years. These brands are breaking the long held taboos associated with sexual wellness and entering the mainstream by doing what others never could. Tune in. Daybreak is produced from the newsroom of The Ken, India's first subscriber-only business news platform. Subscribe for more exclusive, deeply-reported, and analytical business stories.
Geçen bölümde size Durex'in Türkiye'yi de kapsayan Global Sex Survey'inden bahsetmiştik. Bu bölümümüzde bazı datalara ve doğru sonuçların her zaman güvenilir kaynaklardan bakılarak elde edilmesine değindik. Doğru bilgiye erişimi sağlamak, bireylerin sağlıklı cinsel yaşam sürmeleri için büyük bir öneme sahip. Bizi bu konuda farkındalığa iten Durex'e teşekkür ediyoruz. Cinsellikle ilgili güvenli bir kaynak arıyorsanız Durex Youtube kanalını ziyaret edebilirsiniz: Tıklayın * Instagram: @ortamlardasatilacakbilgi Twitter: @OrtamlardaB * Reklam ve İş birlikleri için: ortamlardasatilacakbilgi@gmail.com Farkındalık Defteri: https://www.podcastbpt.com/ortamlarda-satilacak-bilgi * Bu bölüm "Durex" hakkında reklam içerir.
AIDS gününe özel bu bölümde Durex'in farkındalık yaratma amacıyla dünyada ve Türkiye'de yapmış olduğu global cinsellik araştırmasına değindik. Cinsel hastalıkların yaygın olduğu bu dönemde maksimum his vererek korunma sağlayan Durex Yok Ötesi'ni kullanabilirsiniz. Ayrıca cinsellikle ilgili daha fazla bilgi edinmek için Durex Youtube kanalını ziyaret edebilirsiniz: Tıklayın * Instagram: @ortamlardasatilacakbilgi Twitter: @OrtamlardaB * Reklam ve İş birlikleri için: ortamlardasatilacakbilgi@gmail.com Farkındalık Defteri: https://www.podcastbpt.com/ortamlarda-satilacak-bilgi * Bu bölüm "Durex" hakkında reklam içerir.
Back with Libra; but first some nonsensical news. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “Just as echoes pollute sound, the echoes of our histories pollute our view of the World.” Katrina Explains the ‘Ash Men' "Amazons keep rather accurate histories, basing everything on lunar cycles. Our records, with minor gaps, date back to the Great Betrayal," Katrina began. "By modern parlance, around 1000 BCE, our ancestors stopped a millennia of a nomadic existence to settle in the land between the Váh, Hron rivers and Danube rivers." "You bitches know who the Magyar are," I interrupted abruptly. Sure, that region was in current day Slovakia, but it bordered Hungary, my ancestral homeland, even though our residency was separated by over 1500 years. "Of course I know who the Magyar are," Katrina shook her head mirthfully. "I simply can't resist busting your balls." I muttered angrily while avoiding using actual words. "Our numbers were enough to seize and hold the land," Katrina continued. "For centuries before that, we raided for men from tribes whose land we were moving through. After a few seasons, we disposed of the men and took some more." "When we chose to settle down, our Council decided to raid distant tribes and steal boys to be raised among our people. At first the males were virtual slaves yet in three generations, our people began seeing males as fathers, brothers and sons. We trained them in crafts. A few generations later, we voted to train them to be guardians; protectors of our hearths while the Host made war." "For eighteen generations things went well. We prospered, grew rich and strong. The tribes around us feared our wrath which made us proud yet was our undoing. New, stronger tribes migrated into the region from the West; we now know them to be Celts. The genesis of House Epona is from those first meetings. Many Celtic women embraced the Amazon lifestyle." "Though they knew of our strength, the first of these new tribes quickly went from peaceful coexistence to warfare. The Host crushed them. The problem was that new tribes kept coming and coming. Dirges of Mourning replaced the sweet taste of victory around our fires. We were always winning the key conflicts but our numbers were diminishing." "The males came to the Council and begged for the opportunity to join the Host in battle. Twice we rejected them. The third time, we relented and allowed a select few males to join us in the fight and for a time the balance was restored. Our doom crept upon us. More conflict resulted in more men taking up arms to fight." "What the Council could not perceive was the insidious influence of our enemies and it swept upon us on the wings of ravens by night; druids. Masculine deities, ethos and egos combined with our own blind arrogance to bring about our downfall. Constant contact with the Celts brought a different cultural view to our men. They began to question why women should rule." "Somewhere around the year 680 BCE, it began. It was not a calamity over in a night, or even a week yet once it began there was no stopping it. Most of our males, never fighters, were taken as slaves by their former brothers and their new Celtic masters. Not all fighting males betrayed us. Those males risked their very lives to sneak into fallen towns and villages to rescue their daughters." "The penalty our enemies exacted on our remaining fighting males was meant to keep the rest in line. They burned those brave men alive, in public. They burned them slowly, in much agony; the druids showed them how it was done. There is no record of any of our fighting males switching sides, or failing to undertake any mission for the Host. We survived as a people because of them." "When all hope of remaining in our new homes faded, we fled east into the mountains. My ancestors were furious, frightened and shamed. They decided they had let down their guards around men and swore to never do it again. The only obstacle to this way of thinking was the handful of men who risked all for the Host's survival and still lived." "They sent those male survivors on one last, suicidal mission. They were to return home and incite the Celts' wrath against the traitor males. For the Hell they unleashed, the druids were chosen for this final act vengeance. Amazon males slew the druids. The angry Celts fell upon their former allies, slaughtering the lot. "Somehow, a tiny band returned to their mistresses. Their return was unexpected. In their absence, the High Priestess and Council decided to rectify their centuries' old error in judgment. Only a few Houses; Arinniti among them; knows how each Council member voted yet the final decision is something we are dealing with today." "The 'valiant' Host went to their defenseless sons and butchered them. When the last Amazon males made it back they were rewarded with death as well. It is recorded that they didn't even resist, loyal to their last drop of blood. In less than ten minute's time, the last of the male line of Amazons perished." "These are the 'Ash Men' Oneida mentioned. Burned to death by our enemies for their devotion to us, burned to ash by the Host to hide our shame after we killed them for the crime of never betraying us. All full-blooded Amazons are taught about the Second Betrayal; except that last, pathetic and tragic addendum," Katrina educated me. "Oh shit," I interrupted. I was sure Katrina had more to tell me but I felt the hideous weight of this; now shared; past. "You believe that when this gets out, as all secrets do, it will undermine everything you have built. You did more than utterly betray those loyal brothers, you murdered your own sons." "That is one of the most serious issues the Council is dealing with," Elsa finally spoke. "That makes sense, but you are forgetting something," I shook my head. "Times change, people change, circumstances change. The Host misses the point." "That point would be?" Katrina studied me. I believed this was more of a case she wanted me to make the logical next step. "You betrayed us," I stated. "The lesson is not that men were lured away from the Amazon cause, it was that despite every reason to save themselves, men stayed loyal to the grisly end. If the Host is mindful and respectful, we males would rather be 'Ash Men' and safeguard our sons and daughters." "Men volunteered to fight, they did fight and fought well yet the Host refused to acknowledge anything had changed," I then paused. "Which is why I'm learning how to shoot, and knife-fight and why Elsa is here. Katrina, with the upmost respect; you are a manipulative bitch." "Cáel, I let you get away with a great deal," Katrina smirked. "Don't take advantage of it." "You seem to forget that I consider being murdered by your ilk highly more desirable than slavery," I retorted. "I hope it doesn't come to that, but if it does, you know you can't win," Katrina pointed out. "I have more invested in the fight than you do," I stated. "I'm fighting for the future of my people. You know that," Katrina bantered. "I'm fighting for my sons to be allowed to live free of bondage, or thrown from the cliffs, and for my daughters to not be a plague on the human soul," I grinned. "You would turn my daughters into Fabiola and; you can't even agree on letting the other half of your own offspring live, as if that was something 'normal' mothers would ever discuss." "Fabiola? Not Aya?" Katrina prodded. "I ignore the reality of Aya because I love her. There is no saving her. Your reach makes it hopeless, she wouldn't understand and she is already too poisoned by the rest of you anyway," I explained. "Watching her inevitable slide into madness is another reason for me to seek death in battle." "I enjoy these chats," Katrina smiled as she stood up. "You are a very complex individual and crossing wits with you has been an unexpected pleasure. Good night." Elsa moved to follow Katrina to the door. "Elsa?" I called out. She half-turned. "Try going with French cut instead of boy shorts tomorrow." There was a fey light in Elsa's eyes. I continued to creep closer to having status in her eyes. Not a sentient; I was that already. Amazons didn't have a glorious rival. Strong rivals you killed as soon as possible. Cáel Nyilas had become a nebulous entity treading down unexplored pathways in her until-now internally consistent World. "I won't let you win," she gave me a molten, hungry look. "I bet you say that to all the guys," I shot back. "Only the ones I care about," she gave me one more promissory fuck-note, turned and left. I didn't have time to mull over my bleak future forecast. Yasmin was coming over and we were definitely not going out to eat. (Wednesday Night) Yasmin had a kink I hadn't really had to deal with before. She liked having sex standing up; anywhere. Sure I had made love in hallways, showers and against a refrigerator once, but Yasmin took this to a whole new level. The most horizontal I got her was fucking her on my bedroom dresser. She was also an aggressive nibbler which is a kind way of saying she bites down hard without breaking the skin. The scars would fade by morning, but I was going to catch Hell from Timothy and Odette later tonight. Our experience was; enhanced by yet another reality I was unaware of. Yasmin's ex was an 'intellectual'. In Brazil that must translate as a small penis with limited stamina, but don't hold me to that. Since the birth of her son and the 'incident' with her husband, Yasmin hadn't much 'personal' time; read: not much finger, or vibrator usage. Yasmin was tight, famished and extra aroused by me kicking Felix's macho ass an hour earlier. I ushered Yasmin into my place, she was looking smoky yet contained, so I gave her the ten cent tour. When I turned around, her sandals, pants and shirt were off. Silky violet was a good color on her. Yasmin didn't rush the removal of her final items, using their skimpy allure to draw me in like a striker to the goal. My Brazilian MILF loved being appreciated for every nuanced curve, scent and taste. She let me slip off her bra first then she pulled off my shirt. She didn't let me get behind her. This allowed her to pace her own aggression. Cáel was along for the ride. This wasn't fem domination, just a very hungry lady looking for some first-rate sportsmanship. Lucky for me, I was a full service arena with overtime expertise. Every little 'Give and Go' and 'tackle' was received, or dodged to keep our game in play. Here I was thinking of swinging a little more upper body workout later tonight. Yasmin's gymnastics made that redundant. My first insertion was welcomed by her. Yasmin repaid my diligence with lip services, strong hands massaging my back and arms, plus timely input concerning what was good and bad without running over the passion. Yasmin was not at Buffy's level of competition. Instead she brought her own torrid spirit that was new and exciting. I had no idea how Yasmin's husband ever found the energy to cheat on her. Yasmin would seek breaks in our activities. The rest of the hour-plus she was either at a vivid simmer, or a full-on blowtorch. Half the time I didn't even have to direct our intimacy; Yasmin was happy to manage all of the movements using her thighs, stomach muscles and arms to make it a highly memorable performance. As we staggered down from the peak of my climax, a sweaty, panting Yasmin informed me that she was glad she had started doing handstand push-ups once more. For those not in the know, imagine doing a handstand facing a wall. Now push your body up the wall which is occasionally done with your fingertips if you are a true bad-ass; like Yasmin and Timothy. That is another exercise I'm going to have to work on. Jacking-off and squeezing stress balls wasn't going to cut it anymore. "Ora, ora, meu bombom precioso ; muito bom," Yasmin purred as I put her legs down; I had been holding the back of her knees with my elbows. "I'm the bomb? Sweet!" I sounded as energetic as I was able. My Brazilian Nitro-girl began laughing. "What did the rest of it mean?" "With every orgasm you give me, I'll give you a word," she taunted me. I looked at the ceiling. "I'm looking for a downside to that challenge," I met her gaze. "I can't see one." "We'll see about that when I leave. I have a sitter until 11:00 p.m. so you have good deal of bravado I want you to back-up," Yasmin looked carnivorously-aroused. We did get around to getting cleaned up then hoofed it to a local Egyptian cuisine eatery. On the way back, I screwed her against a streetlamp with the light burned out. You see a good deal of humor about girls in super-tight pants and all the contortions they go through to get into them. Peeling them out is much, much easier. Maybe it is the inspiration that makes the difference. Best of all, the reactions of people walking around us, or across the street. Overt disgust, ignoring the whole situation, and, my favorite, the running commentary. (First couple) #1 Girl: "Why don't we ever do that?" #1 Guy: "Do you bend that way?" (Second couple) #2 Girl: "Do you think she's hotter than me?" #2 Guy: "Let's go down to the next lamppost and find out." (Third couple) #3 Guy: "Don't they have a bed, or are they homeless?" There was no way we were dressed like homeless! #3 Girl: "You have all the romance of a rhino." Somebody wasn't getting some tonight. And because we were in a major metropolis, (Fourth couple) #4 Girl (1): "Are you practicing safe sex? If not, I have a condom," she touched my shoulder. Me: "We are good. I use Durex normally, though I'll use Trojan too." #4 Girl (2): "Are you okay, Miss?" Yasmin: (unhappy): "I'm fine. Now either let my man get back to slaking my every lust, or join in." #4 Girl (2) "Are you serious?" to Yasmin. #4 Girl (1) "Are you okay with this?" she addressed me. "She's my girlfriend." A few seconds of grunting, gasping sex ensued. Yasmin: "Yes, I am serious and you two are killing the mood. Mount up, or get off my horsy." The two ladies looked at one another. #4 Girl (1): "She's very ho; attractive. What do you say? It is safe sex," hint, hint. And thus I had a lesbian four-way. The first girl, Evie, was bi- and worked at Planned Parenthood, explaining the condom lore. Girl two, Samantha, was a lesbian, but having a strong sex drive, decided that Yasmin was as luscious as I thought she was. Back at my place, it took Samantha thirty minutes to get used to sharing her bed with a man. By then she decided I wasn't the enemy, despite my penis and hunger for the female form. Evie and Yasmin had zip inhibitions and let the lesbian and the straight guy work our differences while they basked in each other's femininity. Yasmin insisted she wasn't a lesbian, or bi-sexual. She had no sexual hang ups and found American's confusing because they did. We had wrapped up the first round with Evie giving me a quick blowjob because I had been a good boy and kept my sperm holstered for the entire encounter. Samantha threw on one of Odette's t-shirts (I didn't explain) and went to the bathroom. I got washed up; Samantha gave me a dirty look from the toilet then I reminded her I'd just seen her naked. We both exited to the living room and took up spots on the sofa as we waited for our prospective partner. I heard my roommates keys jingle in the lock. He walked in, taking in the now familiar scene of me with a new girl on the sofa. "Timothy Denver!" Samantha squealed when my roommate showed up. "Sammy; what are you doing in my apartment; with him?" Timothy meant me. They (Timothy and Samantha) hugged each other, Timothy lifting her off the ground. "Me and Evie are sharing his girlfriend," Samantha explained. "Which one?" Timothy put her down. Samantha shot me a semi-hostile look. Yasmin and Evie came out of the bedroom; having found Evie's clothing. That was their story and I wasn't going to argue with it. "Hi Timothy!" Evie ran up and hugged him too. Up she went. "Timothy, this is Yasmin," I made introductions. "The Brazilian Hottie," Timothy noted. "Yasmin, is Cáel sleeping around you on you?" Samantha inquired. "No. Cáel has sex with far too many other women to cheat on me," she informed them. Samantha didn't know what to make of that. "That means she's aware that I date a lot," I explained. I would have asked how Samantha, Evie and Timothy knew each other except now all their body art made sense. "Timothy, are you and Cáel;” Samantha asked. Timothy rolled his eyes. "God, I wish," Timothy sighed dramatically. "The dick on this guy is phenomenal." "Sammy, I know you would never, ever, ever go that way, but if you did, do it with Cáel here," Timothy told her. "He is the most sensitive, skilled and empathic lover I've ever seen. He's not at all possessive and totally confident in who he is." Sammy didn't look like she was contemplating a gender-preference switch. She was getting between me and Evie. "As long as you understand you, me and Evie," Sammy warned me. "Sadly, fidelity is not one of my virtues," I shrugged. "I could lie to you about it. You seem to be Timothy's friend, so I should treat you better than that." "You can trust me around Cáel," Evie insisted. "No, we can't," Timothy, Sammy and Yasmin all spoke simultaneously. I wasn't trustworthy, but at least I was consistently untrustworthy. "Listen to your friends and the woman you barely know," I met Evie's gaze. "I know I couldn't control myself around you and we'd both regret it." No we wouldn't. I could see that fire deep in her eyes. We were going to have sex again, just me and she. I was a lowdown dirty dog who gave an incredible dicking and I'd already made an insertion into Evie's body and mind. Not that it was terribly important to me; she was okay at sex, though not great. My words were for the listening audience. Timothy knew me better. "Cáel," Timothy stated firmly. "For me, man; don't fool around with Evie." I'd lied to roommates all the time. Like the women in my life, I wanted to keep them happy, or happily neutral. That attitude suddenly didn't work for me. "How?" sort of spilled out. No one expected my plaintive cry for relationship help. "What?" Sammy gulped. Yasmin snickered. She knew the score. "Sammy, Cáel's nailed a girl who was making a food delivery to us. In around an hour and a half, a waitress he met for a minute and gave his number to, will be here. She moved into his room. They are not a couple," Timothy tried to explain. "She lives here to hang out with me and bangs Cáel when he doesn't have anyone else over, yet, I swear on Buddha's Belly, I've never seen him abuse a girl," Timothy continued. "It is the strangest damn thing I've ever seen. He's stacked them up like jets at LaGuardia." "He's a shit-head player," Sammy glared. "Do you feel used?" Yasmin pointed out. "You don't because you weren't. He's not trying to out-dick your vagina. He's not out to steal Evie. He is admittedly hormonally unbalanced. That doesn't make him a bastard. I'm not here looking for a boyfriend and if I was, it would never be Cáel." "If you can get past the fact he might have sex with your girlfriend from time to time, he's really a great guy," Yasmin added. "Cáel is fearless and as long as sex is not involved, completely reliable." Sammy was clearly not believing any of this, finally turning back to Timothy. "He gives an incredibly good dicking, he's a dog, and he's one of my best friends," Timothy shrugged. I had been 'one of the guys', a 'buddy' and 'dude'. I had never been considered a man's best friend before and I had never heard Timothy toss that term around about anybody. I went up and hugged him. "Dude, you have lousy taste in friends," I patted his back. "Cáel, I have plenty of friends who wouldn't abandon me in a fight. You are the only person I know who took an arrow for a little girl you barely knew," Timothy patted my back. "You don't find that dedication often. In the past two months we've been through more freaky shit than I've experience in the past ten years. Faults and all, this has been the best time of my life." I stepped back until we were at arm's length. "I take that back. You don't have lousy taste in friends; you are delusional," I blinked. "He got shot; took an arrow; for a little girl?" Sammy gulped. "How come this is the first I'm hearing about it?" "That would be the bandage on your leg?" Evie pointed. "I have a dangerous job," I regarded the new girls. "I test poultry for signs of intelligence. Let's just say that a sleeper cell got past me and chaos ensued." "Translation: he can't talk about it," Yasmin smirked. "What do you do you really do?" Sammy pressed. "I'm working on a special project. We are taping strobe lights to Garden Gnomes then, using hobby store-bought rockets, my corporation is going to sell them as a Developing World-friendly alternative to the current GPS system," I looked grim. "Really?" Sammy looked uncertain. "I work for a really sleazy corporation," I confessed. "There is nothing they wouldn't do for a buck." "That's heartless," Sammy protested. "Men like that are raping the planet and exploiting the poor." "Sammy, I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments. I am one of three men in the entire workforce; that is well over 10,000 women; undoubtedly more," I smirked. "If it is any consolation, I am treated as little more than a pin-up model by my co-workers." "Oh wow," Evie snickered. "Were you hired for your looks?" "Hardly," I declared with authority. "I majored in Business with a minor in Philosophy from Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire, an institute of higher learning renowned for its 70% female student population and nothing else. Still, I am working for a Fortune 500 company at a job I am totally unqualified for, earning an unheard of starting salary and constantly required to work shirtless, or naked." "Personally, I think it was my creative writing skills that won them over," I nodded sagely. "You are a jerk," Timothy snorted. "I hate it when you tell the truth and make it sound unbelievable. It is a skill I've never seen wielding so cuttingly." No one said anything for a few seconds. "It is really annoying that no one believes I earned my position because I'm actually intelligent and hard-working," I grumbled. "Welcome to the world of a Carnival dancer," Yasmin laughed. "I was going 'a blond bimbo'," Sammy agreed, "but that works too." That broke down the social ice. Letting yourself soak up a bit of ridicule can pay huge dividends. I was going to be back in bed with every single woman in the room; even the lesbian, though I'd be sharing a girl with her, wait and see. For some reason, Sammy remained convinced I was an asshole, so she dared me to kiss Timothy. I shrugged, Timothy shrugged, so we kissed. Seriously, I have no clue what I Won't do for sex. When Timothy slipped me some tongue I nutted him. As he doubled over, I told him I wasn't the kind of guy who went beyond second base on the first date. The group informed me that second base was touching my cock; whoops. Then Evie reminded me that I had sex with her within fifteen minutes of our initial meeting. I replied I hadn't had anal sex with her yet, but if that was the case, I was sure Timothy would be a good sport about it all. Timothy had finally gotten back to his feet. Again, he nodded. This time he snatched me up, bench pressed me over his head (man, we need to re-spackle the ceiling) and bounced me off the sofa. Timothy is really strong too. I hit the floor, face down, but with my knees and palms catching my weight. I quickly summersaulted and regained my footing. I trusted Timothy. Still, talking about anal sex with a big, buff gay man then assuming the doggy-style position; let's not tempt fate. My antics earned me another round of sex. After Evie exploded (figuratively) all over the place with her; third euphoria, I looked over Yasmin's shoulder to Sammy, who was sexing up my Brazilian from the other side. "I have totally and completely re-evaluated having a lesbian in bed with me, Sammy," I testified. "You rock!" Sammy shot me a look, realized I was expounding true praise and picked up her ravishing of Yasmin. After we demolished Yasmin, Sammy mounted me. She wanted a 'test drive' more than anything else; the experience of feeling the differences between the masculine and feminine skeletal and muscular textures and nuances. "Can I touch your breasts?" I requested. Sammy thought it over, eventually giving me an 'okay' look. She had those nice, banana-cone shaped breasts with huge areolas and sizable nipples. I started off by lifting and weighing each teat, taking it nice and leisurely. Sammy decided I was doing a passable job so she stopped studying me and got into the sensation of the moment. That little gasp cued me in that I had earned the right to move a little farther. Her nipples were already engaged. A half-dozen grazing passes and they were definitely joyous. Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues. Most lesbians didn't like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren't throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related. Sorry ladies, your sweat can stink as much as a men's does. It is more a matter of diet. Both sexes should clean up 'down there'. It is common sexual courtesy, so use it. When I can, I use a subtle cologne though I've used women's Secret deodorant on rare occasions. It earned me curious looks every time, but it never stopped them. Sammy was already taking quick gulps of air when her worried eyes looked down at me again. She wanted to tell me to stop. She was caught in a double bind; she was getting gratification and the only reason to refuse it was because I was a man; a man she had allowed to touch her. That would make her either sexist, or a bigot. Never ignore the allure of the female orgasm. Add to that, never ignore the power of friendship. As Sammy struggled to master her 'lesbian outrage', Evie sneaked behind her, wiggling two fingers. "Evie," Sammy moaned in protest. "Sammy-love, he's not trying to fuck you," Evie murmured to her companion. "You are liking what he's doing and you know you have dynamite nipples. Let him have a sample." To me, "She likes a whole lot of suction and a tiny bit of teeth." Sammy attempted some kind of protest. Yasmin stroking Sammy's upper thigh, hip and stomach breached the dam of her inhibitions. So, I had a lesbian lowering her body toward mine. First her palms rested on my shoulders. Sammy's body flowed up mine until her elbows replaced her hands. As advised, I applied a wet vacuum seal. I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation. "You should have longer hair," she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. "I don't normally go for butch girls." You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up' for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory. She cascaded down on me, my lower stomach syrupy with her juices and her bosom muzzling my face. Yasmin went to her knees, leaned over Sammy's prostrate form and began seriously making out with Evie. I lived in a vortex of unexpected pleasure and fulfillment. I had taken part in making a lesbian sexually complete. "You are the best guy I've ever been with," Sammy murmured. "He's the only guy you've ever been with," Evie teased. "Fine. He's still the best. Cáel, have you ever thought about becoming a post-op transsexual?" Sammy giggled. "No!" Yasmin protested. "That's where I draw the line. Cáel keeps his tender bits." "Mmm Mmm," I added my voice against that proposal. To punish Sammy for even bringing that up, I latched onto a breast like a starving lamprey and went to town. Damn right that put her in her place. Fifteen minute later, she finally let me come up for air. Ten minutes after that, we stumbled out of the apartment. I was going to see Yasmin safely home; she snickered then, seeing my hurt feelings, told me I was very brave and could take her home. Evie and Sammy lived close by. They had known Timothy from his days working at an ink place in Queens, but had lost touch when he opened his own place on the East Side. They promised to stay in touch. Sometimes I don't even have to try. Maybe that's why Timothy got so pissy with me at times. As for Yasmin and me, I fucked her in the hallway right outside her domicile because she still had twenty minutes left on her babysitter and there was a convenient vertical surface. We both went home with smiles on our faces. I met up with Odette walking up to my; now our; place. She wanted all the juicy details, helped me change our sheets, promised to do our laundry tomorrow morning and then we had sex. I was set up on my feet, shins and knees, Odette facing away from me and grinding her lush tight end on my rod when the door opened and Timothy Nerf-shot me; cause I definitely deserved it. (Thursday) Thursday was good. I inspected artificial wood products for artificial termites. Actually, I started out with Constanza; really Naomi and her Merry Band now; and learned how to actually fire a personal defense weapon. No more 'spray and pray' for me. They told me they had a special surprise for me on Friday. Color me concerned. According to Medical, I was a lousy lab monkey. Then Katrina informed me it was Brian's turn today to get poked, prodded and forced to cough up millions of little Brian-lettes for Havenstone's perverse pleasures. I e-mailed Brian my best wishes. I was seriously starting to question those 'so-called' medical experts ethical integrity. I worked with Buffy, teamed up with the Daphne/Desiree combo. Why? Because there was an emergency board meeting on Friday. I wasn't told this, but Daphne and I figured it out. To put some extra butter on my hell-bound soul, an agent of Rhada's gave me a private note informing me she wanted to talk. Keeping to Amazon Princess Rape Fantasy Bondage protocols, I ate the message before Buffy could pry it from my hands. Bad enough was all these crazy females trying to kill me, I also had to keep track of which ones hated the other ones. It reminded me of dating sorority sisters, except this time out, I could never leave the sorority house and they almost never went to classes. Oh, and they are all related to Jason Voorhees (that's the maniac from the Friday the 13th movies for those who had lived constructive lives) and we were adjacent to an Ace Hardware store. Plus I had a date with Libra and I was dedicated to 'tapping that ass' at least once more before I died. And, there was more! Deena, the swimming, 'fingers in her cunt' buddy dropped me a line telling me she was 'expecting' me this afternoon. There was no way I could swing that, despite her request that could be only construed as an order. I simply didn't have the time. I e-mailed her back, pleading for her to be in a bikini with several suggested sites for her to visit. Before my designated knife training, I had a fucked-up brainstorm about what to do with Rhada. I wrote a letter in Old Kingdom Hittite, sealed it in wax with the imprint of the symbol 'Lowest' on it, representing me, though Rhada's submissive side could easily misinterpret that. To get it to her, I went to the only one who could meet her face to face who I could trust. Katrina? Laughable. She could do it but she wouldn't touch this disaster with a three meter pole made out of male vertebrae. The only other person who met all the criteria; Oneida. Yes, I was a fucktard, fuck-nut and a waste of human potential. "Oneida, I need a favor," I asked the moment I hunted her down in Acquisitions. "Of course," her eyes lit up, her lips moistened and breathe quickened. She wasn't wanting a quick tussle in a side room. The chick wanted to be held closely while I whispered love poetry into her ear for her to hear alone. I was letting her down abysmally. "I need this message hand delivered to Rhada," I pressed the missive into her hands. She didn't know how to wrap her mind around that. Rhada? She knew we had fought, but what contact had we shared since then? She made the sane 'girl-logic' assumption. "Cáel, are you in trouble," she worried. Oh, I wish it was only trouble. "Not that you can help me with. If you can't do this, I'll find another way," I sighed. Yes, I was playing her. Oneida would run over hot coals for me. "No, no; I'll do it; why? Why Rhada?" Oneida pleaded. "I can't say and you cannot look at the message. It is critical that she, and she alone sees this," I impressed on her the importance of saving my life without saying 'please save my life'. By asking her to not look at the message, I increased the odds she'd look. I had no choice. If I didn't say anything about it, she'd make an excuse to look and tell herself that I hadn't forbidden her to look. Add to that, she was my racial superior. In her case, this meant she had to look out for my best interest. Oneida nodded and watched me leave. Training with Pamela was hands on this day. I had a wooden blade with a lead core to give me a better feel for the proper weight. Pamela had a meter long wooden rod. She had a miraculous ability to move her baton in a blur yet not hurt my fingers, hand, or wrist. It was very instructional. I was practicing stabbing and a bit of slashing. I left with a sense I'd added something useful to my repertoire. I wasn't calling out Elsa anytime soon; heck, I wasn't calling out Europa, Aya's 13 year old sister either. As we were cleaning up, Pamela noticed my uncertainty. "What is it?" she asked. "Oh, it is that you've resisted the urge to cause me pain," I mused. "Normally, I find Amazons to be very harsh." "That is certainly a common training style here," Pamela nodded. "I chose showing a student how to do things right as opposed to reminding the student what they did wrong." "Good enough. Thanks for treating me like I matter," I grinned. "What makes you think that?" Pamela and I started to leave the little dojo. Note, she didn't say 'assume'. "Trust me, I'm a sperm donor with sex appeal to virtually every other screwy dame in this place," I smirked. "I know the difference between what I see in their eyes and yours," I winked. "Ash Man," Pamela remarked. She zinged me, alright. "My granddaughters talk of you and not in a way I would expect Amazon women to talk about a male." "That and an Egg McMuffin;” I shrugged. "Means you won't die hungry," Pamela shrugged along with me. "This is why I volunteered to teach you; you deserve every chance to go out unconquered." "Do you think I have a chance; of that?" I questioned. "Not really. I didn't think I would ever be talking to a man in my native language again either, so who knows," she added. "Do you think I'm an Ash Man?" I wondered. Male; OKH; again? "I haven't a clue what one is," she rolled her shoulders. "I am neither my House Leader, nor its Keeper of Records." "Oh; what are you then?" I asked. The response she gave didn't make sense. "Cliff-walker? I don't know;” I furrowed my brow. "I am past my useful life yet refuse to take myself to the cliffs," Pamela told me. "I have unfinished business to attend to in this World." "What is that; if that isn't too rude?" I inquired. "A dead man spoke to me. He told me I would never find my way to the halls of my ancestors until I replaced a life for a life," she related. "That's; umm; odd," I suggested. "Cáel, I severed his throat to the spine. Even had he somehow been alive, he could not have spoken. Then there is the matter of speaking the Amazon tongue," Pamela continued. "Did he tell you anything else?" I played along. "No." "How will you know what life you should save; to replace a life for a life?" I searched her out. "He had the most unforgettable emerald green eyes," she filled me in. Just like my eyes. We had stepped into the elevator when she told me that. There were five other Amazons with us. I didn't know any of them. I reached out and put my hand on Pamela's stomach. "Whatever happens to me, and I don't want you to die, or anything; I want you to know you've done what needed to be done," I assured her. Pamela's laugh was so loud, deep and resounding, I was stunned that it came from such a thin frame. "That, my friend, is what being an Amazon is all about," Pamela slapped my back. What she said was wrong in so many ways and the Amazons around us knew it. I wasn't an Amazon and equating me to one of them was insulting to their feminine martial ardor. Also, no Amazon had ever called me a friend and meant it in a non-sexual manner. Things were getting uncomfortable. "Matron," one of the Amazons spoke up, "are you feeling well?" That was a polite way of saying 'have you lost your mind?' "Do you know why there are twenty 'First' Houses?" Pamela addressed me and ignored the others. "Not really. It wasn't in the Havenstone Handbook," I tried to sound innocently curious. "The first Amazon to escape capture came back for the rest," Pamela related. "She was free and if she was recaptured she would have certainly been raped again and most likely killed. She came back because no risk is too great for one's family. Like the first of the Unconquered, you risk everything for the spiritual and physical safety of your sisters." "He is not one of us!" a different Amazon insisted. "How bizarre that none of these crazy bitches can see it," Pamela smiled. "Who are you again?" I gave Pamela a worried look. "A discarded heroine, Cáel," Pamela answered. "I am an embarrassment, an anachronism and an arrogant warrior humbled." Clearly this was part of Havenstone's history I wasn't supposed to be privileged to hear. "You don't date much, do you?" I changed things up. Pamela snorted. "This whole scarred scholar-warrior with a tragic past works better with your moping, 19th century literature-reading college types. Cavemen like me prefer slinky clothing and feigned idiocy." "I'll keep that in mind," Pamela snickered. By the bug-eyed expression of our fellow travelers, Pamela was indeed some kind of heroic figure. She held no position, but her status was undeniable. "How about this: I will forgo taking myself to the cliffs until you give me my first great-granddaughter." "As long as we agree that I'm never going without a condom for the next five years," I counter-offered. "By the way, which two am I going to be surreptitiously avoiding?" "Brielle and Daphne," Pamela appeared amused with my expression. "Holy crap!" I exclaimed. "I really like those two. This is going to be tougher keeping you alive than I thought." "How many more days?" Pamela teased. "67," I groaned as we stepped out onto the Executive Services floor. Technically, I had an hour left of my work-day. "Look on the bright side, our first great-grandchild could be a Son," Pamela joked. Pamela clearly enjoyed 'freaking out' the Normals; the normal Amazon population that is. "That would truly suck," I remarked. "You ladies have zero experience with male names and no boy of mine is going to be named Shirley. Picking the baby boy names is going to be all on me." "How about Augustus?" Pamela suggested. I looked stunned. Buffy, having heard my voice, hopped up from her station and came blazing my way. I hadn't done a damn thing wrong yet she was angry with me. She didn't know Pamela and I hoped to hell I wasn't hitting on; okay, Pamela was a bit odd-looking. I'd still do her. "Cáel," Buffy snapped. "What is going on? Don't you have a job to do; with me?" "Buffy, this is Pamela. She's my knife instructor," I said. "Pamela, this is Buffy DuBois, my (dead word spoken)." Literally in Old Kingdom Hittite that meant 'mountaintop'. Pamela clearly got the implication. Buffy's fury about me slipping into OKH was mitigated by Pamela's appraising look. "Okay," Buffy grumbled. "What was that?" "Pinnacle, peak, highest point, mountaintop," Pamela answered for me. "I would wager it is a term of endearment and praise, but feel free to be offended despite him using the word for my benefit as opposed to yours. He might have incorrectly thought you knew how much he cared for you." Verbal beat down! "Who are you, anyway?" Buffy struggled to be polite. "Pamela Pile," my instructor stated. "I am not employed by Havenstone anymore." "That's not; possible;” Buffy questioned. "She is Brielle's and Daphne's Grandmother, Buffy," I explained. "That's nice," Buffy was less than impressed. "Cáel, take care. Buffy, I know nothing of men, but I know camaraderie and I know you can throw that away as quickly as you earned it," Pamela gave an even stare. "By the way, Pamela, you clearly have never been a kid on a playground," I joked. Buffy was irritated while Pamela was amused. "With a name like Augustus, he's either going to toughen up really fast, or get flattened. Trust me. My name was Cáel aka Cabbage Head all through elementary school." "What did they call you in; middle school? It is middle school, correct?" Pamela inquired. "Yes; middle school. By 6th grade, I was firmly a 'nobody'," I enlightened her. "Hell, my teachers could barely recall who I was. I stayed that way until I graduated high school." "I had asthma as a child," Pamela related. "I barely made it through my 12th year." "What did you do when you; is the term 'casted', or 'choosing a caste?" I posed. "It varies. Sometimes we choose and sometimes the caste chooses us," Pamela answered. "I ended up here, in what is now known as Executive Services." "Great," I grinned. "I bet you were enticed by our intensive training in marshmallow juggling. Am I right?" "Not really," Pamela grew serious. "I came here so I could build obstacle courses for kittens. It is an unappreciated melding of animal conditioning and engineering." I was really liking Pamela. She was like a kindred spirit in this madhouse. "Speaking of 'animal conditioning', Cáel, we need to get to work," Buffy huffed and off I went. We finished up, had our after-work meeting and began to head-out for the day. "Daphne, I met your grandmother; nice lady," I told my 'new hire' buddy. "Really, what was she doing here?" Daphne smiled affectionately. I need to wear a dead rat around my neck; the deader the better. "She is teaching me how to knife fight," I told her. Her not knowing that was odd. "Oh; I didn't know she did that," Daphne frowned. "She worked in Executive Services," I said. That appeared news to Daphne as well. "I thought that was why you joined." "Katrina," Daphne looked to our boss, "was my grandmother in the (dead word spoken) service?" That word roughly meant 'darkness of night' in OKH, but like so many things in a 'dead' language, interpretation could be sketchy. "She was before my time," Katrina nodded. "I do recall her legacy though." "What did she do? Normally I wouldn't care, except Pamela is a laugh riot," I smirked. "She was the most lethal Amazon assassin of the 20th century," Katrina stated deadpan. "Grans?" Daphne gasped. "She's always been so odd; I mean nice." "What happened to her?" I muttered. "I don't know," Katrina mused. "She came back from her last mission then took herself to the cliffs. A few weeks later she returned with no explanation for that either." "Well crap," I groaned. "She's never going to forgive me for that 'wet willy' (getting a fingertip slick with your saliva then sticking it in an opponent's ear). I'm a goner." Daphne play-punched me. We all heard the subsonic rumbling from the door. According to Buffy, she was the only one allowed to cause me physical discomfort and resented Daphne horning in on 'her turf'. Buffy had a new weapon in her arsenal this afternoon. "Your (dead word spoken) wants you to come here," Buffy snapped. Even Katrina looked at her in some confusion. "I was told that was a good thing," Buffy sizzled. "It most likely interpreted as 'most prized', or 'most esteemed'," Tigger translated. "Precisely it means 'mountaintop'." Buffy stuck out her chin proudly. "Cáel, I believe I made my desire clear," she commanded. "No can do McGiggles Sissy-pants," I grimaced, "I have a date tonight that precludes me from me being overly bruised; again." I was heading for the door, leading the 'new hires' out of Katrina's office. "I know you like laugh at death, Cáel," Dora snickered, "but I'm not sure the rictus of death counts." "I've got that covered, Dora," I actually brushed up against Buffy. "I'm having a laugh track installed in my urn." "Who says they'll ever find your body?" Buffy moved rapidly at my side. "Whoa; cannibalism. Where I come from, normally the guy eats the girl," I joked. "With you, Buffy, I'm never quite certain of our gender roles. I'm still terrified of letting you snuggle up from behind." "I hate you," Buffy growled. She wasn't upset. Her eyes were dancing with laughter. "What are you going to do when he is relocated?" Fabiola murdered the mood. "Blame you," Buffy glared at Fabiola. "I'm so scared," Fabiola mocked Buffy. "Fabiola, don't be like that," I moped. "You have such full, plump lips that clearly know how to take hold of a problem and work it through. Your thighs are the product of diligent effort on your part and I'm sure that when you grapple with an opponent, no one can break that fearful hold." "I'm sure anything your hands touch, you don't release until you've milked every ounce of life out of your target. You are truly a complete woman," I concluded. The elevator doors opened and we flooded out. Oneida was waiting for me. Buffy began laughing so hard she couldn't keep up. "What is it?" Oneida looked to Buffy. "That is the most obtuse description of fellatio, fucking and a hand job I've ever heard," Buffy wheezed. "Fabiola, he called you a whore and you can never prove it." Okay, I didn't call her a whore; money was never mentioned. Oneida looked distressed. "Oneida, Fabiola insinuated that Cáel would be relocated soon," Daphne came to the rescue. I still had something to take care of. "I knew I forgot something," I realized. "Buffy, can you hold my jacket?" I handed it to her. She examined it then dropped it to the ground. I shrugged then kept stripping. "Cáel?" Oneida worried. "I don't have my biking clothes on," I pointed out. "We can't go biking unless I'm dressed in my biking clothes." Was Oneida still upset about me stripping in public? No. She was about to spend time with me because she mistakenly perceived me to be a good guy. My bike trip with Oneida to a neutral halfway point proved that while Oneida was in good shape, she wasn't a cyclist. Cycling emphasized an unusual muscle sequence, so if you don't cycle much, it shows. I stuck close to her. Not only did it endear me to Oneida, it kept our two shadows at a safe distance so they didn't impinge on their princess's joyful mood. I sent Oneida on her way, got home and immediately started making adjustments to my night's plans. First I had to deal with Libra. I got into an argument with her. I insisted she should wear only jeans, a t-shirt with no bra, and comfortable shoes. Libra was furious. She wanted to go clubbing and look hot; preferably enticing some guys to make me jealous. She certainly wasn't going to come giftwrapped for an easy screw. She wasn't that kind of girl. She didn't like that I was that kind of guy. I insisted that I was the kind of guy who was fascinated with her. I was also happy that Brooke had gotten us back together; you know Brooke, the girl I had fucked to help her get over Felix then refused to sleep with so I could be with Libra. I was blistered and lambasted. I also got my way. I also got to see Libra embrace the ogling her attire earned her in my working class neighborhood as we walked around and talked. "Everyone is staring at my breasts," Libra whispered to me after a bit. She wanted to make me think she was unhappy while her nipples were excited and she was relishing the turning heads. Brooke was better looking, in my opinion, but Libra was definitely a girl who shouldn't walk around without a bra. Her breast are really shapely, large and firm, possibly her best attribute. We were hanging around an authentic Italian pizza joint, Libra against the wall, face to face with me. Without warning, I slipped my hand down, popped her jeans button open and unzipped her pants. "Cáel!" she hissed. Yum, Libra had gone panty-less as well. "Cáel," she repeated. Libra tried to stop my fingers from exploring. She was hampered by her desire to not make a scene while I was insistent. Nice sexy jeans are not only nice and sexy, they hug the hips. This meant I could peel the front of her pants open and work two fingers past her pubic hair to her puffy lips. "Stop," she whimpered. I didn't. I slipped a finger between her labia and she was moist and steamy. I wiggled a finger inside with no effort. "No one will see us," I murmured into Libra's ear. I wiggled my finger in deeper. "You are horrible," she moaned quietly. Her hands started out on my shoulders. A few seconds later, she migrated her arms down. I wasn't positive where she was going with that until she hooked her thumbs into her pants and slid them farther down. "Get it over with," she mumbled. She followed that up with tender kisses to my neck. Her moving her pants down allowed me to move a second finger in. All of that was a prelude. With my two slick fingers, I searched up for her clitoris. She (a clit is definitely a 'she') was hungering for my contact and offered up her tenderness to my attention. Libra's hand began clawing my abdomen through my shirt. Her nasal breathing was becoming ragged, so I eased off on the tempo my stimulation. I wasn't going to bring Libra to an embarrassing public display of sexual release. It took her a few seconds to figure out I wasn't teasing her, but shielding her from an uncontrolled release. "You are mean," her eyes blazed with lust as I sucked my fingers clean of her vaginal secretions. "Kiss me, or I swear to God I'm going to take you on one of these tables," I referred to the small tables the pizza parlor had for diners. Now Libra looked sultry and in charge. She rubbed her hips against my erection, appeared to contemplate her options and deigned to give me a kiss. It was barely a French kiss. Just enough to remind me I had taken advantage of her person and was being punished with pleasure. The box with the pizza slices barely made the toss to the sofa as Libra and I grappled with one another, yanking off our clothes and staggered to my bedroom. "You are going to fuck me so good for all the hell you've put me through," Libra erotically demanded. Ma'am, yes Ma'am. Prepared to do my duty, Ma'am. I decided to do something new for Libra. Trust me, you develop a sense for what sexual deviancies your sex partner has broached. This helps you figure out what they'd like to explore. That leads you to worrying about your partner's sexual history, but is a story for another time. "Hey!" Libra squawked as I handcuffed her left wrist. I wasn't done. With her right wrist beside her left, I looped the chain around a bar in the headboard and snared her other limb. "Motherfu;” she got out before I smothered her with a lip-lock. She put her teeth on my tongue then decided not to chew it off. I broke off the kiss. "Now you are going to do whatever I want you to," I gloated. "Scream, the cops come and you end up splashed all over the society page." Most likely a lie. "I'll never," she snarled as I rammed my dick in to the hilt. "Ah; you bastard," she grunted. Now I picked up my pace. Except having her hands bound, Libra was clearly getting into it. Right before climax, I eased off. Libra whined piteously. "Not yet," I murmured. When I repositioned her in doggy-style, my cock got back to work. This time, I alternated seriously deep cock-thrusts (not pounding) with spanking. Libra went wild; one of her most intense orgasms yet. Libra should have realized two things: my neighbors knew by now and the screams my bedmates generated, and Libra herself was truly an Angelic choir of erotic gratitude. "That; that; that was intense," Libra gasped. She was all sweat and electric; tired yet begging for more. "It gets better," I promised her as I freed her up. Given two minutes to rebound, I rolled over onto my back at her side. The cuffs were handed over and I placed my hands over my head. Libra's countenance was an explosion of thermal desire and numerous unanticipated opportunities. She straddled me, strung me up then; left. Huh? Libra didn't go far. She noticed my 'goodie' box which I had left nonchalantly available when we first tumbled in. What she pulled out didn't make me jump for joy; an ostrich feather, lube and a body wand (imagine a small mace, except the head is actually a vibrating ball). "So, you've done this before?" I questioned. "There is a ball-gag in there. Shut-up, behave, or I'll put it on you," Libra gave me a saucy threat. I nodded. Libra settled in beside me, worked the wand controls then rolled it along my stomach. "To answer your question; no, I've never used anything like this before, but I've wanted to. Now I have a delectable, helpless male with tons of stamina laid out before me." "This is going to be so much fun," she squealed with delight. "Maybe I should call Brooke?" She wasn't soliciting my opinion, just thinking aloud. She called Brooke who begged Libra for the chance to come over and help out. Libra promised Brooke could 'next time'. After that came the feather tickles, lubing up my cock, a hand job and finally using the wand on my cockhead until she shattered my resolve and I ejaculated. Libra licked all my creamy cum up, keeping eye contact through most of the process. For thirty seconds she left me with the sneaking suspicion she was going for round two. She freed me, gave me a good series of kisses then dropped down to bring my penis back to attention. That accomplish, Libra rolled my condom on, mounted me and slowly squirmed down my rod while mesmerizing me with her eyes. "Oh," she purred, "you are so, so bad." I sat up so that I was eye-level with her chin. Libra laid her forearms languidly over my shoulders, while mine deftly cupped each ass. "Does this mean you are breaking up with me?" I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. Libra made that squichy-angry play face. I was teasing and she knew I was teasing. "Do I have to hand-cuff you again?" Libra snickered. I slipped my right hand farther back and down. Using the liberal amount of lube Libra had lavished on my penis, I slicked up my forefinger and picked her sphincter. Libra gave a quick intake of breath. "For the sake of your backside, that might be wise," I teased right back. Libra pouted. "Are going to ream my poor, abused Henie?" she moped deceptively. Rule One plus the addendum; make the girl happy. If you make the girl happy, she'll figure out what makes you happy and do it for you. I lifted Libra up until my cock flopped out of her. It didn't take her two seconds. Her hand found my cock, pointed it up and steered it into her asshole with zero need for encouragement. "I can't believe you are making me do this," she groaned as her sphincter parted and my glans slipped in. I wasn't rushing things. I certainly wasn't coercing Lira in anyway either. She certainly relished my upper body strength that allowed me to match her pace in penetrating her. Once Libra was fully impaled, I rocked us over so that she lay on her back with her knees touching her breasts. A casual, relaxed screw followed. Yes, I could have pounded Libra and she would have loved it, except she was here for more than a series of orgasms. She wanted some kind of confirmation there was an 'us'. She hadn't wanted a relationship when we first met, or even after our first fuck. I was a hook-up; nothing more. The post-Felix episode with Brooke had changed that. I was far from acceptable, but more than a random fuck. Our status had become an enigma to her thus my approach with the soft anal fuck. I could certainly be a late night booty call, salvaging a bad night and making it good. This was a 'take him out for a weekend as a friend' change of events. I was still not in the clubhouse. Thirty minutes in bedroom while 'changing to go down to the pool with her other friends' they'd all know why she'd brought me along. Had Libra forgotten I was a Pound Puppy of the worst sort? Yes, but I felt no desire to remind her. We'd revisit the issue during that first weekend; guaranteed. Libra kept up a quiet bit of banter for a few minutes. Her words were meaningless. Her tonal quality was what I was paying attention to. I kept up a conversation which I would never recall. It is an art form; coherent babbling. My partner's words faded away into groans and grunts. "Ready?" I rumbled my hunger for her wantonness. Libra nodded once, hesitated then nodded several times vigorous
Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..
Làm cha mẹ là một thiên chức thiêng liêng nhưng cũng là một hành trình đòi hỏi nhiều hơn những nỗ lực trong việc thấu hiểu và đồng hành cùng con cái. Một trong những điều khó nói nhất của các bậc phụ huynh chính là nói với con về tình dục - một trong những thử thách khó khăn nhưng thiết yếu, bởi đây không chỉ là kỹ năng mà còn là sự rèn luyện không ngừng.Trong tập cuối của Cởi Mở Mùa 4, Tiến sĩ Phạm Thị Thúy sẽ cùng Host Phương Nam và Minh Trang giúp bạn tìm hiểu sâu hơn vì sao chủ đề này lại luôn khiến nhiều phụ huynh e ngại, đồng thời giải mã những băn khoăn thường gặp trong quá trình dạy con tự bảo vệ trước các tình huống nguy hiểm, đặc biệt khi người gây hại có thể đến từ chính những người thân quen.Qua góc nhìn của chuyên gia, các bậc cha mẹ sẽ có cơ hội tìm ra thời điểm phù hợp để bắt đầu những cuộc trò chuyện về giới tính, từ đó trả lời những câu hỏi ‘khó nhằn' như “Con được sinh ra từ đâu?” một cách thấu đáo và gần gũi. Bên cạnh đó, sẽ là những ‘bí kíp' về cách giúp các bậc cha mẹ truyền tải kiến thức mà không tạo nên cảm giác e dè hay sai lệch trong nhận thức của trẻ; đặc biệt là cách thu hẹp khoảng cách thế hệ, giúp cha mẹ và con cái có thể trò chuyện một cách cởi mở và thân thiết mà vẫn giữ được các giá trị cốt lõi, tránh lạc hậu nhưng cũng không dễ dãi trước mọi điều mới.Kết thúc hành trình Mùa 4, Vietcetera cảm ơn các khán giả đã luôn lắng nghe, ủng hộ và đồng hành cùng Cởi Mở trong suốt 08 tập vừa qua. Hi vọng rằng với cách tiếp cận mới mẻ, hiện đại, khai thác những khía cạnh thú vị của Cởi Mở đã giúp khán giả ‘làm đầy' hành trang của mình về tình dục, giới tính, sức khỏe sinh sản,…Hẹn gặp các bạn trong thời gian sớm nhất!—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân.—Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.com—Yêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera#CoiMo #Vietcetera #Vietcetera_Podcast #CM_S4_8
Cả ăn uống và tình dục đều được xếp vào hàng “tứ khoái”, nhưng liệu có khi nào hai niềm vui này lại cản trở nhau?Có thật đậu phụ làm yếu sinh lý như lời đồn? Những món như rau răm, rượu, hay các loại thảo dược được ca ngợi vì tác dụng tăng cường sinh lý có thực sự hiệu quả? Và những loại thực phẩm tưởng chừng vô hại nhưng lại có thể ảnh hưởng đến 'cuộc yêu' ngay trong buổi hẹn hò lãng mạn, hay thậm chí gây hại cho sức khỏe tình dục khi sử dụng lâu dài.Trong tập 7 của Cởi Mở, hãy cùng bác sĩ Vũ Đức Công tìm hiểu sự thật về những thực phẩm gây ảnh hưởng đến sinh lý, cách chúng hoạt động dưới góc nhìn của chuyên gia và khám phá những siêu thực phẩm đã được khoa học chứng minh là có lợi cho đời sống tình dục, giúp bạn tận hưởng khoái cảm một cách trọn vẹn và an toàn hơn.Hãy cùng Cởi Mở trang bị cho mình những kiến thức hữu ích để hiểu rõ hơn về cách thực phẩm ảnh hưởng đến cuộc sống tình dục và mang lại sự tự tin cho mỗi 'cuộc yêu' của bạn!—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân.—Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.com—Yêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera#CoiMo #Vietcetera #Vietcetera_Podcast #CM_S4_7
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Tình dục ở tuổi 20, liệu có giống ở tuổi 30, 40 và cả những độ tuổi sau trung niên? Ai cũng muốn níu kéo thanh xuân nhưng không thể chống lại dòng chảy thời gian và quy luật tự nhiên. Vậy từ bây giờ, ta nên chuẩn bị như thế nào để đến từng độ tuổi khác nhau, đời sống tình dục vẫn luôn thú vị?Khách mời của Cởi Mở tuần này là Bác sĩ Hoàng Nam, người sẽ giúp chúng ta khám phá những thay đổi về cơ thể và quan niệm tình dục ở từng giai đoạn cuộc đời. Từ những biến đổi về cơ thể, sinh lý, suy giảm ham muốn, cho đến việc đối diện với tâm lý tiếc nuối về thanh xuân, bác sĩ sẽ đưa ra những lời khuyên “hack tuổi” để vẫn duy trì giao diện, sức khỏe và tinh thần như thời trẻ. Đặc biệt, khách mời và 02 host cũng sẽ thảo luận về những mâu thuẫn trong đời sống tình dục khi cả hai không còn chung tần số với những dấu hiệu “lệch pha” trong tình dục, cách vượt qua rào cản tâm lý và khám phá những điều thú vị khi "yêu" ở tuổi xế chiều.Đón xem Tập 6 Cởi Mở để cùng Bác sĩ Hoàng Nam và Host Minh Trang - Phương Nam “làm đầy” hành trang cho tương lai và tận hưởng tình dục một cách trọn vẹn dù ở bất kỳ độ tuổi nào!—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân.—Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.com—Yêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera#CoiMo #Vietcetera #Vietcetera_Podcast #CM_S4_6
In today's episode of The BarberShop with Shantanu, Shantanu Deshpande (CEO and Founder, Bombay Shaving Company) sits down for a conversation with Sukhleen Aneja (Ex CEO, Good Glamm Brands, Ex- HUL, L'Oreal). We discuss Sukhleen's varied and rich career trajectory, her takeaways, insights, and learnings over the years.
Cuộc đời của một người phụ nữ đầy những "lần đầu" và mỗi "lần đầu" ấy đều mang theo những trải nghiệm và cảm xúc vô cùng đáng nhớ. Là những điều thú vị, dở khóc dở cười khi dậy thì. Là câu chuyện về lần đầu quan hệ, từ những kỳ vọng đến sự thật đầy bất ngờ và cả những lo âu. Hay niềm vui, niềm tự hào những cũng là thử thách của lần đầu làm mẹ.Tập 5 Cởi Mở Mùa 4 chào đón Bác sĩ Lương Thuý Hiền, sẽ cùng hai host Minh Trang & Phương Nam khám phá những "lần đầu" của người phụ nữ qua góc nhìn sức khỏe và tâm lý; đồng thời, bàn về những thực trạng đáng báo động liên quan đến việc nạo phá thai tại Việt Nam, đặc biệt là ở trẻ vị thành niên.Nên đón nhận những biến chuyển ở tuổi dậy thì như thế nào? Điều gì làm nên một lần đầu đáng nhớ và không gây ám ảnh? Cần chuẩn bị gì để chào đón hành trình làm mẹ một cách tốt nhất và đặc biệt, ta sẽ vượt qua khoảng cách thế hệ, để lần đầu trò chuyện với con về tình dục như thế nào? Cùng Cởi Mở “làm đầy” hành trang của bạn, để khi nhìn lại, những “lần đầu” luôn là một ký ức đẹp trong mình.—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân.—Đừng quên có thể xem bản video của podcast này tại: YoutubeVà đọc những bài viết thú vị tại website: Vietcetera—Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.com—Yêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera#CoiMo #Vietcetera #Vietcetera_Podcast #CM_S4_5
De cijfers van Tesla zorgen voor teleurstelling op de beurs. Elon Musk probeert mensen al tijden met prijsverlagingen warm te maken voor één van zijn elektrische auto's, maar mensen happen niet. De verkoopcijfers van al zijn Tesla-modellen blijven maar dalen. Beleggers belonen de cijfers met hun eigen korting: ze doen hun aandelen in de uitverkoop. Bij het moederbedrijf van Google zien de cijfers er beter uit, maar ook daar kiezen aandeelhouders voor de uitgang. Topman Sundar Pichai gelooft er heilig in dat hij beter te veel in AI kan investeren dan te weinig, en dat doet hij dan ook. De investeringen van Alphabet waren nog nooit zó hoog, 13 miljard stopte het in wat volgens het bedrijf de beloftes van de toekomst zijn. Dat zorgt voor schrik bij beleggers, want die zien liever dat die investeringen wat opleveren. De topman van ASMI heeft ook een andere dag dan hij van tevoren had verwacht. Tijdens de presentatie van de kwartaalcijfers kwam hij met alleen maar goed nieuws. Maar een oud onderdeel van ASMI, ASM Pacific Technology, maakte een uitglijder op de beurs in Hong Kong. En dat trok de koers van ASMI hier op het Damrak keihard met zich mee.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Have you ever noticed how many different shades of grey there are? While collaboration has become extremely popular within today's global sports nutrition market, most efforts go totally unnoticed because they…well lack color! When conceptualized and deployed correctly, the strategic marketing move can help brands expand their customer base, increase sales, and even penetrate new markets. Alternatively, sometimes these “co-marketing” or “co-branding” ideas could get overly vibrant color-wise, like a recent collaboration between the Taiwanese sports nutrition brand MARS and the condom maker Durex. This campaign encouraged consumers to take part in the most pleasurable cardio modality in the world…sex! But to make sure you're recovering from all that “sexercise,” the CPG brands are promoting the consumption of protein powder…because there's nothing more desirable than a bedroom full of protein farts! FOLLOW ME ON MY SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNTS LINKEDIN YOUTUBE TWITTER INSTAGRAM FACEBOOK --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joshua-schall/support
Có bao giờ bạn nghĩ rằng mùi hương có thể làm thay đổi tâm trạng và cảm xúc của mình?Tập 4 của Cởi Mở sẽ là một cuộc trò chuyện thú vị và đầy bất ngờ với sự tham gia của khách mời Dương Đỗ - Chuyên gia mùi hương, Founder Scentury Concept. Cùng với sự dẫn dắt của hai host duyên dáng Minh Trang và Phương Nam, Dương Đỗ sẽ giải mã những bí mật về cách mùi hương có thể ảnh hưởng đến tình yêu và tình dục qua từng giai đoạn khác nhau của mối quan hệ. Từ những khoảnh khắc đầu tiên đầy ngọt ngào đến những giai đoạn thăng trầm và cả những khoảnh khắc đam mê, mùi hương đóng vai trò như một chất xúc tác mạnh mẽ, tạo nên những ký ức khó quên.Tập này cũng sẽ hé lộ những cách thức mà các hương thơm đặc biệt có thể khơi gợi cảm xúc, làm tăng cường sự kết nối và tạo nên không gian lãng mạn. Qua những câu chuyện thực tế và những phân tích khoa học, bạn sẽ hiểu rõ hơn về tầm quan trọng của mùi hương trong việc tạo ra những trải nghiệm cảm xúc sâu sắc và ý nghĩa.Đón xem Tập 4 của Cởi Mở để khám phá thế giới kỳ diệu của mùi hương và cách nó có thể biến những khoảnh khắc thường ngày trở nên đặc biệt và đáng nhớ hơn bao giờ hết.---Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân.---Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.comYêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
Summer of '65: Part 2 A more enjoyable way to study sex ed. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough. On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking. We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers. Jenna was naked! She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip. “I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place. “Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn't see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question. I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech. “Never mind it was only my breast.” Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess' breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn't take much to provoke an erection back then. “Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!” “I'm OK thanks.” “Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing. I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection. “Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool. Surfacing at the far end she called. “You just have to try this. "It's the most invigorating experience ever! "If you're cowardy custard, I'll turn my back while you dive in. "There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The water is too rough. "Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!” “Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive. I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get out. “Race you!” We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water. “Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!” I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over. It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination. Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping. “Come on then!” “I think I'll stay in for a while.” “Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don't be such a prude!” “I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over.” “You're not going to ravish me, are you?” “Of course not.” “Well that's a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I'll not look while you get to your towel.” She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well. We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said. “If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.” I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe. I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away. I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks. I've got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment. This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften. While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs. “Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again. My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting. “Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed. “Even slower. "Even gentler. "Yes. "Just like that.” Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees. Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.” “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.” We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly. To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly! “Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off. Paula's words hit home hard. “I don't want to be aunty Paula.” I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married' situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day. What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don't think! Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to. What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if? I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of embarrassment. I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop. “You know so and so's lad?” “Yea, him.” “Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.” “No! I wonder where he plans to use them.” “Well there's not much option down his way.” “You mean 'her'?” “Well, who else?” “She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged.” The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere. As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand. We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said. “Can I help you?” Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others. OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask. I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so what's the problem? I approached the till. “Yes, can I help?” Arggggg the agony of it! “A packet of featherlight please!” She turned round to 'that' shelf and said. “Three or twelve?” Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking. “Mmm three please.” She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first? Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated? The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins. We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much. “When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with. “September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met. It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection. My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence. “Paula's right you know. "We must be careful. "I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first. "But we can't unless…” “Unless I get 'something'?” I filled in the blank space. “Yes, until then.” I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something' already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce. “I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure. We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. “Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.” “Next time.” I repeated. We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear. I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions. Tear open the foil packet. Check the condom has the ridge on the outside. Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen. Roll it on to the penis. After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis. Discard the used condom. When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on. So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure. I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result. I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep. Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case. We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It's hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn't know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on. Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna's room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace. There was fumbling for sure. I couldn't master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn't put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties. I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies. I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven. My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven. As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster. Gently and deliciously we removed each other's final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex. “Let's do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace. Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax.. Then I felt it start. Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before. We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex. I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven. She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other's souls. It wasn't a stud performance, but it wan't a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn't just fuck, we actually made love. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica
Summer of '65: Part 2 A more enjoyable way to study sex ed. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough. On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking. We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers. Jenna was naked! She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip. “I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place. “Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn't see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question. I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech. “Never mind it was only my breast.” Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess' breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn't take much to provoke an erection back then. “Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!” “I'm OK thanks.” “Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing. I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection. “Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool. Surfacing at the far end she called. “You just have to try this. "It's the most invigorating experience ever! "If you're cowardy custard, I'll turn my back while you dive in. "There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The water is too rough. "Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!” “Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive. I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get out. “Race you!” We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water. “Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!” I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over. It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination. Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping. “Come on then!” “I think I'll stay in for a while.” “Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don't be such a prude!” “I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over.” “You're not going to ravish me, are you?” “Of course not.” “Well that's a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I'll not look while you get to your towel.” She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well. We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said. “If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.” I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe. I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away. I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks. I've got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment. This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften. While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs. “Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again. My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting. “Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed. “Even slower. "Even gentler. "Yes. "Just like that.” Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees. Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.” “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.” We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly. To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly! “Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off. Paula's words hit home hard. “I don't want to be aunty Paula.” I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married' situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day. What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don't think! Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to. What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if? I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of embarrassment. I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop. “You know so and so's lad?” “Yea, him.” “Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.” “No! I wonder where he plans to use them.” “Well there's not much option down his way.” “You mean 'her'?” “Well, who else?” “She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged.” The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere. As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand. We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said. “Can I help you?” Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others. OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask. I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so what's the problem? I approached the till. “Yes, can I help?” Arggggg the agony of it! “A packet of featherlight please!” She turned round to 'that' shelf and said. “Three or twelve?” Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking. “Mmm three please.” She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first? Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated? The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins. We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much. “When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with. “September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met. It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection. My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence. “Paula's right you know. "We must be careful. "I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first. "But we can't unless…” “Unless I get 'something'?” I filled in the blank space. “Yes, until then.” I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something' already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce. “I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure. We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. “Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.” “Next time.” I repeated. We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear. I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions. Tear open the foil packet. Check the condom has the ridge on the outside. Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen. Roll it on to the penis. After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis. Discard the used condom. When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on. So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure. I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result. I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep. Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case. We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It's hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn't know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on. Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna's room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace. There was fumbling for sure. I couldn't master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn't put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties. I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies. I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven. My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven. As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster. Gently and deliciously we removed each other's final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex. “Let's do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace. Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax.. Then I felt it start. Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before. We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex. I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven. She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other's souls. It wasn't a stud performance, but it wan't a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn't just fuck, we actually made love. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica
Trong tập Cởi Mở này, chúng ta sẽ gặp gỡ cặp vợ chồng dễ thương Sabrina Uyên Lưu và Quân Nguyễn. Vừa qua, cặp đôi đã có một đám cưới trong mơ trên du thuyền tại Vịnh Hạ Long. Họ là những khách mời tuyệt vời cho chủ đề “Sống thử" vì đã quyết định về sống chung chỉ sau… 1 tháng yêu nhau.Câu chuyện đằng sau quyết định táo bạo này là gì? Tập Cởi Mở lần này không chỉ bàn luận về việc có nên sống thử hay không, mà còn đi sâu vào các giai đoạn, khó khăn và tình trạng thường thấy của những cặp đôi sống thử. Chúng ta sẽ cùng nhau khám phá cách cả hai vượt qua thử thách và tìm ra giải pháp để duy trì mối quan hệ hạnh phúc.Hãy cùng host Minh Trang lắng nghe những chia sẻ chân thực và đầy cảm hứng từ Sabrina Uyên Lưu và Triệu Quân trong hành trình họ yêu nhau.Xem bản video trên Youtube. —Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân.—Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.comYêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
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Partnerem odcinka jest Durex. Poczujcie dobre wibracje i wznieście się na najwyższy poziom przyjemności z nowymi gadżetami erotycznymi Durex Play. Wśród nich nie tylko gadżety do masturbacji, ale też do wspólnego testowania w łóżku. Seksploracja: czas start!Oferty na nowe gadżety Durex Play znajdziecie na Allegro: https://allegro.pl/kampania/durex-play Link do Seksplorownika Durex na Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/episode/6OYNLqwCNR9qWoXhUDQHBTRTK-M-50053 [współpraca płatna]
Stress và tình dục có mối quan hệ phức tạp, tác động lẫn nhau. Khi cuộc sống đầy căng thẳng, ham muốn tình dục có thể giảm đi (hoặc tăng lên), và trải nghiệm tình dục có thể bị ảnh hưởng bởi sự mất tập trung hoặc lo âu. Điều này có thể làm suy giảm sự kết nối giữa các cặp đôi và ảnh hưởng đến sự thân mật trong mối quan hệ.Mặt khác, tình dục có thể trở thành nguồn gốc của stress khi nó mang theo áp lực vì việc đáp ứng nhu cầu của đối tác hoặc sự khác biệt về quan điểm tình dục.Để tìm thấy sự cân bằng giữa tình dục và stress, giao tiếp là chìa khóa. Cùng tìm kiếm chiếc chìa khóa của riêng bạn với Nhà trị liệu tâm lý Bùi Thanh Thuy, cùng hai host Minh Trang và Phương Nam.Bạn có thể xem bản video tại Youtube.—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân. #Coimo #Vietcetera #podcast #Durex #DurexVietnam #DurexXVietcetera #DurexJeans #Vietcetera_PodcastorNếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.com—Yêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
In their recently released earnings report, Reckitt Benckiser Group presented data which suggested a stable financial performance amidst challenging market conditions. CEO Kris Licht emphasized during the earnings call, that from his view, "we are not seeing any wider impact on the equity of our nutrition brands from this litigation." This statement provided clear insight into the company dynamics at the start of 2024, with the company reportedly maintaining its forward momentum despite external pressures.The Group's financial performance was marked by a 1.5% like-for-like net revenue growth, reinforcing its apparent financial steadiness. The company articulated its approach to sustaining competitiveness through innovation as a key driver, with offerings such as products within the Finish line, Lysol laundry sanitizer, Lysol Air Sanitizer, and innovations in intimate wellness including the Durex Invisible. These products were cited as significant contributors to the company's growth. Licht further highlighted the company's strategic adaptability in his remark, "Sometimes we find that we are not competitive enough, and then we will make adjustments. And that's sort of the nature of competition in that space."Analysing the overview provided by Reckitt Benckiser Group, it becomes noticeable that the company has been able to comprehend consumer preferences effectively. Their power brands like Dettol, Lysol, Durex, and Finish have reportedly seen volume growth, indicating consumers' trust in their quality. Furthermore, the company's strategy outlined on the earnings call indicated plans for continued investments to support growth, with a particular focus on OTC franchise, Intimate Wellness, and Finish. Also, the company acknowledged that there will be increased efforts directed towards enhancing the resilience and agility of its supply chain.In consideration of the information provided on the earnings call, Reckitt Benckiser's financial performance in Q1 2024 appears to be characterized by a consistent growth approach and strategic foresight. The company seems to be maintaining a focus on innovation, understanding consumer trends, and implementing strategic initiatives. However, it is essential to note that external factors and market dynamics exert influence on outcomes and so the current positive outlook should be tempered with a degree of caution as the business environment continues to evolve. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.theprompt.email
Cởi Mở Mùa 4 đã chính thức trở lại và khách mời của tập đầu tiên là Bác sĩ da liễu - Dr. Chubby. Trong tập một của mùa 4 với chủ đề “Những lời khuyên tốt nhất về tình dục”, Dr. Chubby đem đến những câu chuyện rất thực tế về sức khỏe tình dục và quan hệ tình dục an toàn.Là một bác sĩ da liễu với nhiều năm kinh nghiệm, Dr. Chubby đã thăm khám cho rất nhiều trường hợp và có những điều “bất ngờ” chúng ta khó có thể lường trước được. Trò chuyện cùng host Minh Trang và Phương Nam, bác sĩ Chubby sẽ chia sẻ những bài học xương máu và cả những lời khuyên hữu ích để giúp bạn có thêm kiến thức bảo vệ sức khỏe tình dục cho chính mình.Xem bản ghi hình Youtube.Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.com—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân. #Coimo #Vietcetera #podcast #Durex #DurexVietnam #DurexXVietcetera #DurexJeans #Vietcetera_Podcast—Yêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
Trong tập cuối cùng của mùa 3 trên podcast Cởi Mở, chúng ta sẽ khám phá chủ đề thú vị về mối quan hệ lệch tuổi trong tình yêu. Người ta thường chấp nhận nam nhiều tuổi hơn nữ trong mối quan hệ vì họ được xem là chững trạc và trưởng thành hơn. Tuy nhiên, khi ngược lại xảy ra và phụ nữ lớn tuổi hơn, thì thường gặp phải nhiều định kiến xã hội.Tuy nhiên, có vẻ như người trong cuộc không mấy để tâm đến những lời gièm pha này. Một khảo sát gần đây của ứng dụng hẹn hò tên B đã cho thấy rằng 63% người tham gia cho biết tuổi tác không phải yếu tố quyết định trong việc tìm kiếm tình yêu. Thậm chí, có đến 59% phụ nữ sẵn sàng hẹn hò với một chàng trai trẻ tuổi hơn.Khi mạnh dạn bỏ qua định kiến, bạn có thể có những trải nghiệm mới mẻ và thú vị hơn trong tình yêu. Trong tập này, chúng ta sẽ được nghe những chia sẻ và trải nghiệm thực tế từ chị đẹp Lucie Nguyễn và các host Phương Nam, Minh Trang.Theo dõi bản ghi hình tại Youtube nhé. —Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân. Các bạn có thể tìm mua Durex chính hãng tại Shopee Mall.#Coimo #Vietcetera #podcast #Durex #DurexVietnam #DurexXVietcetera #DurexJeans #Vietcetera_Podcast—Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.comYêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
SUKHLEEN ANEJA | CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICER OF THE GOOD GLAMM GROUP Passionate business builder leading Good Glamm Brand and a Purpose Driven Business leader with a passion for consumer marketing, Sukhleen has an extensive experience managing diverse businesses across FTSE Top 10 and Fortune 100 companies - Unilever, L'Oreal and RB Sh has a Strong track record of performance by creating category growth platforms, brand campaigns focused on driving behavior change, building high performance teams and creating Innovation funnels both upstream and downstream on iconic Global Power brands like Dettol, Garnier, Durex and Lakme. She has been the Economic Times ‘40 Under 40' Top Professionals list in India and Impact Top 50 most influential women in businessAmongst many others.
Tập Cởi Mở này, chúng ta đến với cuộc chiến căng thẳng giữa hai phe "Muốn Có Con" và "Không Muốn Có Con." Tuy nhiên, vấn đề không chỉ dừng lại ở việc quyết định có con hay không, mà còn liên quan đến các khía cạnh sâu xa của cuộc sống cá nhân, quyền tự do, và giá trị cá nhân.Không có con liệu có ích kỷ? Nhưng đâu phải cặp vợ chồng nào cũng hạnh phúc khi có con? Trong tập này, chúng ta sẽ có sự góp mặt của host Minh Trang và Phương Nam từ đội "Free-child," cùng với chị Lâm Thúy Nhàn - mẹ của bé He và Hiu, đại diện cho chiến tuyến ngược lại. Mong khán giả sẽ hiểu rõ hơn về các quyết định về việc có con và tạo ra một không gian cho sự tôn trọng và thấu hiểu.Xem bản video trên Youtube nhé.Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân. Các bạn có thể tìm mua Durex chính hãng tại Shopee Mall và sử dụng code “COIMO23” để được giảm 15% tại đây: https://bit.ly/CoiMo04 Mã khuyến mãi được áp dụng đồng thời với mã của shop. #Coimo #Vietcetera #podcast #Durex #DurexVietnam #DurexXVietcetera #DurexJeans #Vietcetera_Podcast—Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.comYêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
Interviews with pioneers in business and social impact - Business Fights Poverty Spotlight
Meet Social Impact Pioneer - Hamzah Sarwar as he shares the challenges of combining personal and business purpose. Hamzah takes us on his personal journey, exploring the challenges of trying to create social good, whilst providing for his family. Hamzah is now the Global Social Impact and Partnerships Director at Reckitt, who are a global health, hygiene, and nutrition business, with a presence in over 45 countries and a portfolio including household names such as: Dettol, Harpic, Strepsils, Nurofen, Lemsip, and Durex. Today Hamzah's role extends beyond mere business operations to cultivating meaningful societal change. His journey, however, isn't just a story of open doors and opportunities. It's a tale of passion, resilience, and commitment to social innovation. With over 13 years of cross-functional leadership in marketing, insights & evaluation, brand purpose, and social impact, Hamzah is a living testament to the power of aligning corporate strategies with societal needs. Our conversation centres on the essence of corporate and personal purpose. We delve into how these concepts can drive a business forward and also create a tangible impact in the world. Hamzah, an award-winning practitioner, is celebrated by the Schwab Foundation for Social Entrepreneurship and the World Economic Forum as one of the top global social innovators. His accolades include being a finalist in the Corporate Social Intrapreneur award for 2024, a Global Fellowship at the League of Intrapreneurs, a One Young World ambassador, and a member of the BMW Foundation responsible leaders' network. Get ready for a practical conversation on how to realise your own personal purpose and a pick-me-up on empowerment. One person can make a difference…and Hamzah humbly explains how. Links: DRUM, Reckitt's Hamzah Sarwar explores the innovation behind winning an award for community engagement: https://www.thedrum.com/tv/video/reckitts-hamzah-sarwar-explores-the-innovation-behind-winning-an-award-for-community-engagement Reckitt and social impact: https://reckitt.com/our-stories/2023/better-lives-for-8-million-people-our-biggest-impact-ever/ Reckitt, Fight For Access social impact investment fund: https://reckitt.com/our-impact/fairer-society/fight-for-access-fund/ Reckitt, WINFund: https://reckitt.com/media-landing/press-releases/2023/increasing-access-to-healthcare-and-climate-finance/ Reckitt, Dettol, The Hygiene Quest: https://www.dettol.com.au/hygiene-quest/ One Young World: https://www.oneyoungworld.com League of Intrapreneurs: https://www.leagueofintrapreneurs.com WEF, 10 Million Social Enterprises, 2024: https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2024/01/10-million-reasons-for-the-private-sector-to-invest-in-social-enterprise/ Kate Raworth, Donut economics: https://www.kateraworth.com/doughnut/
Elephant in the room podcast hosted by DJ Ceesix and Dizzle the Comedian. These two are the complete opposite (Chalk and Cheese, lol), they get together weekly to discuss everything and nothing. Both Ceesix and Dizzle are of Jamaican heritage and in their 40s, and often reminisce on the old skool. WARNING!!! These two are facety and out of order, so this podcast can be raw, it could be offensive to some but one thing for sure; its always GOOD VIBES and oh yeah it's funny too. Subscribe to our Patreon for exclusive additional episodes and content posted weekly. (www.patreon.com/elephantintheroompod)
"Nếu tình dục là một môn thể thao, vậy thực sự có những liều doping nào giúp các vận động viên đạt thành tích cao hơn?" Để tìm hiểu thực hư về những thần dược trên giường, Cởi Mở đã mời PGS.TS Nguyễn Hoài Bắc, Trưởng Khoa Nam học và giới tính tại Đại Học Y Hà Nội, làm khách mời đặc biệt.Trong tập này, chúng ta sẽ cùng chứng thực những đồn đại và niềm tin phổ biến xoay quanh các "liều doping tình dục." PGS.TS Nguyễn Hoài Bắc sẽ chia sẻ thông tin chính xác và khoa học về những thực phẩm, thảo dược, và phương pháp tập luyện mà nhiều người cho là có thể cải thiện hiệu suất tình dục.Đây chắc chắn lại là một tập podcast bổ ích mà ai cũng phải nghe để nâng cao sức khỏe tình dục. Cùng tìm hiểu về tình dược với host Minh Trang và Phương Nam nhé.Bạn có thể xem bản video trên Youtube.—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân. Các bạn có thể tìm mua Durex chính hãng tại Shopee Mall và sử dụng code “COIMO23” để được giảm 15% tại đây: https://bit.ly/CoiMo04 Mã khuyến mãi được áp dụng đồng thời với mã của shop. #Coimo #Vietcetera #podcast #Durex #DurexVietnam #DurexXVietcetera #DurexJeans #Vietcetera_Podcast—Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.comYêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
Kirsty Verity takes us on a captivating journey through her life, beginning with a challenging childhood in 80s England, where financial struggles shaped her early years. Drawing inspiration from luxury experienced during her travels, Kirsty pursued education and a carefree lifestyle, transitioning from fine art to English literature before venturing into the corporate world. With a diverse background, Kirsty found her career path flourishing, securing roles at pharmaceutical companies and making a mark while working on the renowned Durex brand. Her adventurous spirit and emphasis on following instincts led her to success in Australia, culminating in a lucrative contract with Glaxo SmithKline. After nearly a decade abroad, Kirsty transitioned to a different career path, eventually finding an opportunity with Amazon. The conversation delves into her shift from Amazon-specific coaching to a holistic approach aimed at helping individuals find their unique paths. Kirsty emphasizes the importance of embracing change, understanding personal needs, and uncovering desires while taking risks and embracing oneself. Kirsty also shares insights on her reading habits and delves into the book “Courage” by Osho, discussing maturity and the idea of growing up without growing old, particularly in the context of reaching the age of 50. Her wisdom and encouragement resonate with those seeking to navigate their journeys, inspiring listeners to embrace change and follow their instincts on the path to personal and professional fulfillment.
3 mùa Cởi Mở, dù có trải qua bao nhiêu chủ đề, thì Cởi Mở vẫn luôn dành một tập để nhắc nhớ và phổ biến kiến thức về STIs. STIs, hay còn gọi là bệnh truyền nhiễm tình dục, là một số loại bệnh lây truyền thông qua quan hệ tình dục hoặc tiếp xúc tình dục. Chúng có thể gây ra nhiều vấn đề sức khỏe từ nhẹ đến nặng, bao gồm viêm nhiễm, vô sinh, thậm chí tử vong.Do triệu chứng thường xuất hiện ở những nơi khuất tầm nhìn bình thường trên cơ thể, thậm chí không có biểu hiện sớm nên thường bị phát hiện trễ. Cũng vì thế, STIs trở thành nhóm bệnh truyền nhiễm dễ lây lan chỉ sau cảm lạnh và cúm.Phòng bệnh dễ hơn chữa bệnh, cách tốt nhất để bảo vệ bản thân là kiểm tra STIs định kỳ. Trong tập Cởi Mở này, cùng bác sĩ Trần Lê Viết Thanh, host Minh Trang và Phương Nam tìm hiểu về những bệnh thường gặp, triệu chứng và góc nhìn về STIs nhé!—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân. Các bạn có thể tìm mua Durex chính hãng tại Shopee Mall và sử dụng code “COIMO23” để được giảm 15% tại đây: https://bit.ly/CoiMo04 Mã khuyến mãi được áp dụng đồng thời với mã của shop. —Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.comYêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera#Coimo #Vietcetera #podcast #Durex #DurexVietnam #DurexXVietcetera #DurexJeans #Vietcetera_Podcast
Một ngày nọ, điều làm bạn hứng thú, điều mang lại niềm vui giờ chỉ còn là nỗi chán chường. BẠN CHÁN SEX!!! Trong thời gian ngắn thì không sao, nhưng nhiều nghiên cứu đã chỉ ra nếu chán sex trong thời gian dài có thể gây hại cho sức khỏe thể chất và tinh thần. Và trên hết, chán sex làm rạn nứt mối quan hệ.Trong tập Cởi Mở này, cùng tìm hiểu về Chán Sex dưới sự đồng hành của Bác sĩ Văn Hiến, một chuyên gia tâm thần đang theo học cao học tâm lý lâm sàng. Tại sao một thứ có thể khiến ta say mê, nhưng sau đó lại trở nên nhàm chán? Liệu có những yếu tố nào trong cuộc sống hàng ngày ảnh hưởng đến sự hứng thú trong mối quan hệ? Làm thế nào chúng ta có thể tìm ra cách đối phó với sự chán chường?Xem bản video trên Youtube nhé!—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân. Các bạn có thể tìm mua Durex chính hãng tại Shopee Mall và sử dụng code “COIMO23” để được giảm 15% tại đây: https://bit.ly/CoiMo04 Mã khuyến mãi được áp dụng đồng thời với mã của shop. #Coimo #Vietcetera #podcast #Durex #DurexVietnam #DurexXVietcetera #DurexJeans #Vietcetera_Podcast—Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.comYêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
Over the past five years, corporate venture capital (CVC) has emerged as a major player in the startup funding space. And CPG company Reckitt plans to be front and center of that change through its own CVC firm, Access VC. In 2020, Rakesh Narayana, gm of Access VC, saw that most consumer venture funding was flowing toward traditional food and beverage consumer brands, not categories like sexual health and hygiene, to which Reckitt is dedicated. Reckitt owns brands like condom brand Durex, feminine hygiene brand Queen V and sexual wellness brand KY. Additionally, there was a dearth of brands serving or being led by people of color, coupled with a growth in better-for-you brands. Since its launch, in 2020 Access VC has invested more than $50 million in over 30 startups, including sexual wellness brand Maude and men's wellness brand Asystem, across pre-seed to Series C rounds and beyond. On the latest episode of the Glossy Beauty podcast, Narayana shared that he grew up in India and was raised by a single mother before moving to London for higher education. From there, he worked at Boston Consulting Group as a consultant before entering the CPG category. He said his love for CPG stems from an appreciation for its tangibility and tactile nature and the way consumers interact with and are influenced by consumer brands. While at Reckitt in various roles, he saw the gap between large CPG conglomerates and more innovative indie brands, and the solution he spotted was corporate venture capital. “There is a large difference and gap between big companies being able to do disruptive innovation and the startups and universities and laboratories that have real cutting-edge innovation,” he said. “Corporate venture capital, in some ways, is meant to bridge that gap. Large companies are exceptionally good at making $100 million brands into $1 billion brands but perhaps not as good at creating brands which don't exist [and growing them] to a $100 million brand.” Narayana detailed the Access VC investing strategy, the way it differs from traditional venture capital and the role investors have in fostering innovation.
“Bad boy ain't good but good boy ain't fun” (Trai hư thì không tốt, mà trai tốt thì không vui). Đây là một lời nhận xét bất hủ về trai tốt hay trai xấu. Và truyền thông đã khiến câu nói đi xa hơn, làm hình ảnh “good boy” mất đi phần nào giá trị.Chủ đề gây nhiều tranh cãi lần trong tập Cởi Mở này là "Trai tốt liệu đã hết thời?” Cố gắng trở thành một “bad boy” liệu có khiến bạn trở nên thu hút? Nếu chọn sống TỐT thì làm sao để THU HÚT người khác? Cùng thảo luận chủ đề này với host Minh Trang, Phương Nam và khách mời Trí Lê Cao (The Tri Way) nhé.—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân. Các bạn có thể tìm mua Durex chính hãng tại Shopee Mall và sử dụng code “COIMO23” để được giảm 15% tại đây: https://bit.ly/CoiMo04 Mã khuyến mãi được áp dụng đồng thời với mã của shop. #Coimo #Vietcetera #podcast #Durex #DurexVietnam #DurexXVietcetera #DurexJeans #Vietcetera_Podcast---Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.comYêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
CHP lideri Özel, Akşener ile görüşmesi hakkında "ittifakı değil işbirliğini konuştuk" ifadelerini kullandı. COP28, BAE'nin Dubai şehrinde başladı. ABD tarihinin en tartışmalı Dışişleri Bakanı Henry Kissinger 100 yaşında öldü. Bu bölüm Durex hakkında reklam içermektedir. Durex, 1 Aralık Dünya AIDS Günü'nde, cinsel yolla bulaşan enfeksiyonlara dair Dr. Selcen Bahadır ile toplumda doğru bilinen yanlışları konuşuyor ve herkese #biseyolmazdemeolabilir diyor. Detaylara @durexturkiye hesabından ulaşabilirsiniz
Một loạt phim Hàn về tình công sở như “Hẹn hò chốn công sở”, “Thư ký Kim sao thế?”,… vẽ nên những câu chuyện tình yêu tuyệt đẹp, khiến người xem không khỏi mộng mơ. Yêu một người cùng công ty, ta dành thời gian gần như là trọn một ngày cho nhau, chuyện gì cũng có thể chia sẻ, ăn chung, làm chung.Nhưng đâu có tự nhiên mà ông bà ta khuyên nhủ cháu con đừng dại mà vướng vào chuyện tình cảm với “Con thầy, vợ bạn, gái cơ quan". Hơn thế nữa, không ít công ty đưa ra chính sách cấm nhân viên hẹn hò.Trong tập podcast Cởi Mở này, chúng ta hãy cùng nhau tìm hiểu chủ đề “Tình công sở có trắc trở?” với host Minh Trang, Phương Nam và khách mời Bích Diệp.Bạn có thể xem bản video trên Youtube. —Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân. Các bạn có thể tìm mua Durex chính hãng tại Shopee Mall và sử dụng code “COIMO23” để được giảm 15% tại đây: https://bit.ly/CoiMo04 Mã khuyến mãi được áp dụng đồng thời với mã của shop. #Coimo #Vietcetera #podcast #Durex #DurexVietnam #DurexXVietcetera #DurexJeans #Vietcetera_Podcast---Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.comYêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
Điểm G trong truyền thuyết thực sự ở đâu và là gì? Theo tìm kiếm trên Google, “điểm G là một khu vực hoặc một vị trí có thể kích thích sự hưng phấn.” Mọi người nghĩ rằng, chỉ cần tìm đúng điểm G các bạn sẽ có một cuộc yêu mãn nguyện. Vì thế, nó được xem như kho báu, ai cũng nghe về nó, đi tìm nó nhưng không tìm thấy đâu.Trong tập Cởi Mở này, chúng ta sẽ có một vị khách rất thú vị - Vui Vẻ, The Reviewer - để cùng host Minh Trang, Phương Nam tìm hiểu về điểm G nhé. Chắc chắn đây lại là một tập podcast hữu ích, chuẩn bị giấy bút để ghi bài nào.Bạn có thể xem bản video trên Youtube.—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân. Các bạn có thể tìm mua Durex chính hãng tại Shopee Mall và sử dụng code “COIMO23” để được giảm 15% tại đây: https://bit.ly/CoiMo04 Mã khuyến mãi được áp dụng đồng thời với mã của shop. #Coimo #Vietcetera #podcast #Durex #DurexVietnam #DurexXVietcetera #DurexJeans #Vietcetera_Podcast—Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.comYêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
Trong tập này, chúng ta sẽ có cơ hội đặt câu hỏi và lắng nghe ý kiến từ TS.BS Phan Chí Thành, Chánh Văn Phòng Trung tâm Đào tạo Bệnh viện phụ sản Trung Ương Chủ đề ngày hôm nay là một đề tài gây tranh cãi từ lâu: "Thủ dâm có hại hay không?"Theo "Hành vi tình dục của loài người" xuất bản năm 1950, hơn 90% nam giới và hơn 70% phụ nữ tham gia các hoạt động tình dục, nhưng nhiều người vẫn giữ quan điểm rằng thủ dâm có thể suy giảm sức khỏe và bệnh tình dục. Bác sĩ Thành sẽ giúp chúng ta hiểu rõ hơn về vấn đề này bằng những giải đáp đầy thông tin và kiến thức y khoa.Cùng lắng nghe tập podcast Cởi Mở đầy thú vị này cùng host Minh Trang, Phương Nam nhé!Xem bản video của podcast trên Youtube nhé.—Cảm ơn Durex đã đồng hành cùng Vietcetera trong hành trình Cởi_Mở và khám phá bản thân. Các bạn có thể tìm mua Durex chính hãng tại Shopee Mall và sử dụng code “COIMO23” để được giảm 15% tại đây: https://bit.ly/CoiMo04 Mã khuyến mãi được áp dụng đồng thời với mã của shop. #Coimo #Vietcetera #podcast #Durex #DurexVietnam #DurexXVietcetera #DurexJeans #Vietcetera_Podcast—Nếu có bất cứ góp ý, phản hồi hay mong muốn hợp tác, bạn có thể gửi email về địa chỉ team@vietcetera.comYêu thích tập podcast này, bạn có thể donate cho Cởi Mở tại:● Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/vietcetera● Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vietcetera
Calling all thrill makers, fun creators, and AttractionPros! Get ready for the ride of a lifetime at IAAPA Expo 2023 - the global attractions industry's premier event. Join us in Orlando, November 13-17, for a week of learning, networking, and exploring trends and new technologies. Discover innovative solutions for growth that will supercharge your business and enhance your career. Register by November 10th at iaapa.org/iaapaexpo and save up to 30% and get an additional $10 off with code apros. Brendan Walker is the Founder Director of Studio Go Go and the Thrill Laboratory. Billed as the world's only Thrill Engineer, Brendan spends his time designing and creating thrilling experiences. He regularly features in character as the Thrill Engineer and has worked with international groups such as Nissan, Durex, Royal Caribbean, & Merlin Entertainment to communicate & amplify core experiential brand components by working both in front, and strategically with the client's team behind camera. In this fascinating conversation, Brendan talks about structuring and creating emotions, the formula for thrill, and failing positively. Structuring and creating emotions "The granularity of anticipation goes from months to weeks to days to hours to minutes to seconds leading to the experience." Emotions may feel random, but in fact they are calculated reactions to specific stimuli. Long before there were roller coasters and thrill rides, our emotions, such as fear, worked to keep us safe in the event of danger. According to Brendan, for the engineers that are paying attention, it's very possible to intentionally weave in experiences that stimulate specific emotions to enhance or drive the experience. But it also goes beyond merely tapping into the emotions a guest may feel at a certain time. It's also about creating emotions, perhaps where the guest didn't expect them. For example, the telling of an attractions' story begins prior to the visit, so feeling a sense of anticipation, even a little uneasiness before even stepping on the property can elicit a stronger emotional response to the experience itself. The formula for thrill "You can quantify thrill." Brendan not only recognizes that thrill can be quantified, but he goes on to explain where the thrill-seeking gene, D40R lives within us. This gives experience creators a formula or road map to follow when designing experiences. While nothing is foolproof, it means you can be a bit more confident that your new attraction will deliver the thrill your guests seek. In a survey about what people find thrilling, the answers ranged from whitewater rafting to knitting, but the formula was the same. People described the sensation of thrill as a “sudden and large increase in both pleasure and arousal at the same time.” This indicates that regardless of the level of the thrill, the formula to get there is consistent. Failing positively "If something is going to fail, we want it to fail positively." Most parks or attractions that have rides with a high thrill factor play up that angle to get noticed, to market their latest and greatest creations and to generate positive buzz to bring in visitors. Then, if the ride happens to go down, and especially if people are left in an uncomfortable position for an extended period, those without the behind-the-scenes knowledge will assume, largely due to the park's assertion, that those guests are in real danger. To the contrary, the ride manufacturer and the park officials know that in the majority of cases, the ride behaved exactly as it should have and the guests are actually quite safe. This is what Brendan means about failing positively… that even with a malfunction, there is still a positive outcome. Brendan invites you to visit both Studio Go Go and the Thrill Laboratory to learn more, and to contact him directly: brendan@studiogogo.ltd. This podcast wouldn't be possible without the incredible work of our amazing team: Scheduling and correspondence by Kristen Karaliunas A/V editing by Abby Giganan To connect with AttractionPros: AttractionPros.com AttractionPros@gmail.com AttractionPros on Facebook AttractionPros on LinkedIn AttractionPros on Instagram AttractionPros on Twitter (X)
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Lucy Cheng, Senior Brand Manager, Hendrick's Gin at William Grant & Sons, Joins Amanda Ma, CEO and Founder of Innovate Marketing Group, to discuss everything from branding, creative development, to experiential marketing. Listen Now on EventUp! Lucy Cheng is a marketing leader and general manager who leads brands end-to-end, from Strategy to Creative Development & Comms to PR & Experiential to Innovation and to Retail. She has worked on everything from completely new-to-the-world brands to well-established icons, primarily in the CPG and Beverage space. She's led brands like Clearasil, K-Y, Durex, Coors Light, Seagram's, Beefeater Gin and most recently Hendrick's Gin. During her time on Hendrick's, she helped the brand reach the half-a-million case milestone and earn many industry awards like the “Impact Blue Chip Award” and the “Impact Hot Brand award”.
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En este episodio @lauragisselle y @christianalvarezrd reciben a @enriquequailey donde respondieron las preguntas: “La chocha con sabor a pizza”, “El novato fantasioso” y “No se que hace con ete pana”. Óyete este episodio en: spotify, apple y google podcasts.—Encuentra tu fit perfecto con DUREX que nos apoyaron en este episodio!--#LENGUASCALVAS
Así como las distintas presentaciones de Durex...Tenemos muchos cuentos que contar con Rosaly y Leidyn acerca del sexo. Te invitamos a que abras tu mente y recuerdes esos cuentos más vergonzosos y divertidos que te hayan ocurrido en el sexo. El Panda hizo un llamado a Christian Álvarez de Lenguas Calvas, para que ejerza su función de co-host como el mejor. Usa protección y Cuéntale al Podcast: ALGO QUE TE HAYA PASADO EN EL SEXO... SHUELTE!This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/4751376/advertisement
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