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Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 10 Dave & Olivia use skills meant for a last resort.Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Let's review the list of characters: David Belsus – 46, physics & astronomy professor at Eastfield college, a community college in the Dallas area. Prepper, survivalist, has a greenhouse in his backyard and lives in an outer ring suburb. Six foot, fit, short cropped hair. Lupie Ramos – 32, former financial advisor, Dave's neighbor, got caught out of state when the lockdowns started. She spent two frantic weeks trying to get back to her daughter. Lupie has been in love with Dave for over a year. Long, dark brown hair, medium build, and a lovely smile. Esme – 9, daughter of Lupie, prone to the occasional snarky comment. Adores Dave. Becca; 18, Lupie's babysitter, was watching Esme when lockdowns occurred. Her refusal to abandon Esme, as her mother insisted, likely saved Becca's life, since her extended family ignored precautions and died of Duo. Esme, Lupie, and Dave are all Becca has left in the world. Short, medium build, small tits, with short blond hair and a smile that is shy with strangers and beams with family and friends. Janice Wheeler; 33, Dave's first partner to arrive, a librarian at Cedar Valley, another community college member of DCCCD. Slender build and medium height, Janice is 3/4 Korean, her paternal grandfather is Anglo. Medium length black hair often pulled back in a bun for work or ponytail at home. Shawna Cooper; 36, senior meteorologist at WFAA, Master's degree in meteorology from O U, worked at NSSL and spent time as a storm chaser. Whole hog sci-fi nut, beginning with Start Trek TNG. 5' 10", large tits, medium brown skin, dark brown eyes, shoulder length black hair styled like a frizzy weeping willow. Olivia Tyler (Liv); 21, senior studying horticulture at Tarleton State University, near Dallas. Daughter of Carter and Janelle, Dave's best friends since college. Had a well-known crush on Dave throughout her teen years. Since her dad was former SF and a survivalist, Liv is skilled with several firearms as well as bladed weapons. Never failed to take a deer any season she's hunted. 5'10" long, dark brown hair, large tits, lightly tanned, brown eyes, and a wide smile. Melanie Ustanich; 22, graduate student in IT at Tarleton, Liv's roommate, recently found a passion for cooking. Spent most of her life in foster homes, Liv's parents accepted her like family the first time she went with Liv on Thanksgiving Break. 5'8" medium length auburn hair, green eyes, small mouth with a ready, mischievous smile. The ladies came through, leaving one mug beside the detective and swiftly exiting with the pot, several mugs, a milk jug, and a small container that may have just been repurposed as a sugar dish. Verratti pushed her mask up to her nose to take a sip, holding the mug like a sacred talisman, her eyes closed and a look of bliss dawning on her face. It was a short day. She opened her eyes and the distance they contained sent the brief appearance of joy below the horizon once again. Laying her mug back on the table, she pulled her mask back into place. "The man that was with you that day at the range?" "Yes, my friend Carter. He was the one that arranged the time on the range." "And how did he manage that? Didn't you say a few times he was a security guy?" "He runs physical and digital security checks for sites his company guards. He and his guys also get hired out by insurance companies to check out their client's security plans as well." For a moment, Dave allowed himself to forget the pain and use the present tense. "I think you mentioned a few times before class that he was in special forces?" "Yep. He likes to say his civilian job is kinda similar to his work in the army, just with paintball or laser tag gear." "Good." She motioned him to sit close, so she could speak lower. "You've stumbled into something no one seems to be working hard to solve." Dave's eyebrows stitched together. Her tone was more ominous than her words. "Nine weeks ago, a truck carrying seven vaccinated women was attacked. It was on its way to some rich neighborhood to deliver partners to the McMansion set. The attackers covered their tracks reasonably well, so we never caught them. Two weeks ago, a shipment of vaccine got hit between Grand Prairie and the Vax Center. They didn't even try to take the whole shipment, just grabbed a bunch and ran like hell. The chopper that was following them didn't have infrared on it, so they lost track of them in the trees in the dark." Dave stayed silent as she paused to gather her thoughts. "Look, I shouldn't have said any of this, but nobody's doing anything. Your friend has the skills to deal with the problem. And the way you've always presented yourself, if he's your friend, then he'll want to apply his skills to right a great big fucking wrong that's being ignored. There's an Air Force liaison office in the station right now. They're supposed to coordinate a military response to big attacks, but they've been blasé about both attacks." "Wait? Military to take out crooks? I mean, even big deal shit like this? Shouldn't that be done by SWAT or ATF?" She stared at him. If he had to guess, her lips were tightly pressed together under her mask. Her words were tightly spoken as she continued. "The fact your attackers cut their fallen buddies' nuts off suggests they had bonded female partners. That means either the hijacked transport, or the vaccine attack. Maybe both. And that means they may have been coming here to abduct your partners and bind them to themselves." "But that would kill them!" Dave started out as a loud interjection, but at her look, and as his own self-control kicked in, he dropped to a strenuous whisper. "There; is a way. But only if the man is dead. There was an ER nurse on the first transport. She would have known about the procedure, at least in broad terms." She pulled a map from her valise. Unfolding it, she pointed to two locations. The attacks happened here, and here." "Yeah, that stretch of I-20 is a bit empty, even being in the middle of urban sprawl." "Because of that attack, they moved the flights to Love Field." "No rural hideouts along the way." "Exactly. Now look, here's where the chopper last was sure they had an eye on them." Her finger indicated a spot southeast of Athens. "What I'm asking you is to get a hold of your friend. See if he and some of his team are willing to investigate; and maybe rescue some of these women. No one else is doing anything about this. And they are escalating." "Do you think they'll try again here?" "I don't know. Not anytime soon, you gave them plenty of reasons to give this place a wide berth. I can't swear to that, but I'd say they'll at least leave you alone for a while." Which means they may be coming for my family again. Whenever they feel like trying again. No point in telling her about Carter. I'll have to do this myself, but I'm not telling her that. A trained, former special forces operative that still does security testing is a reasonable person to ask to do this. A community college professor that's been trained by his prepper buddy doesn't sound nearly as reassuring. Fuck Carter, why the hell did you have to die? "How sure are you on that last sighting?" She flipped her notebook back several pages. After consulting her notes, she carefully laid her finger again on the map. "Right there." Dave stared at the indicated location, noting nearby major road intersections and the distances from each to the tip of her finger. Mainly, he looked at the roads that formed a boundary around the area. The raiders may not be inside that space, but it was a place to begin. "Be very careful. There's suspicion that some army deserters are with these guys." She took a deep breath. "It's like pulling teeth getting anything out of the Air Force woman about this. Please professor, talk to your friend. I'll contact you in a day or so to see if he's responded." "Why don't I just call you?" "I'd rather have that discussion when I'm not at the station or around other officers." "Okay. You need anything else from me detective?" "No. No, I should be going. I'll call in a few days." "I'll be ready." Hope I've found them by then . Dave walked her to the door and locked up behind her. He slipped over to the parlor to check the window patch for any air leaks. Dave ran his hand around the edges, slowly, but felt no movement, not cold streams. Some of the family had come downstairs, now that the weather was once again outside. Dave sat in a chair, staring off into space while the others red or talked. This may take more than a day, just to find these guys. And once I do, I'll need time to observe, and then time to plan. Food, water, ammunition. I'll need something long-range. My best bet will probably be picking them off one at a time at first. I've got silencers for the MP5's, but no subsonic ammo. It's still going to be obvious when I shoot. Carter has all the subsonic ammo. Imagine the look on the face of whoever finds his armory. Fuck, what if they just bulldoze the place? Yeah, Liv and I need to try and get his weapons and equipment. Wait, I have subsonic.22LR. I could use that for the first few. Fuck, I'm really doing this. That means I'll be gone for a few days. It's already been two days for Rebecca, and she's on such a short fuse. We really ought to ask the vaccine experts why that is. Gee, what a call to make. "Hey, vaccine guys? Yeah, look, I've got this eighteen year old cutie that just insists on having sex every four days. Like, she's climbing the walls by day five. What's up with that?" I'm sure they'll have all kinds of sympathy. Well, I have my first thing I've got to do before I go. Dave found Becca in the room she and Reena shared. The one they'd previously used as a 'hotel room' the night the ladies put together for prom. Reena was not around. "Hey, sexy nerd girl, what're you up to?" Becca rolled on to her back from her book reading. Her face was glowing, though she was also blushing from her scalp to, well, lower than her shirt collar. She very cutely bit her lower lip. Dave chuckled. "You are so damn cute, ya know that?" Her face twisted a little. "Demotion huh? I've gone from sexy to cute in less than a minute." "One does not preclude the other. There is an intersection of the two. In my opinion, you exist within that intersection." "God, you know how weirdly sexy it is that you can talk math about sex?" "You know how great it is that you're one of two partners I can talk to that way? Most of the others either won't get it, or will be turned off by it." The radiant look Becca got from the compliment was exactly what Dave was going for. She wasn't just a teen hottie, or gamer girl, or some other check box. She was his younger nerd partner that he got to introduce to so many things he loved that were new to her. Or, things she'd heard about, but not yet experienced. And she was fun in bed. Becca's hand slipped to the hem of her t-shirt. Dave stepped swiftly up to her bed and grabbed her hands. He pulled her around so her ass hung off the edge of the bed and her head was braced against the wall. She and Dave were still experimenting with different ways to have sex. She'd recently mentioned that quickies sounded kinda hot. Dave figured now would be a good time to try. He grabbed her shorts and panties at the hips and pulled both down to her calves, bringing her legs straight up in the same motion. Dave leaned against her, her ankles on one of his shoulders, as he unbuttoned his pants and shoved pants and boxers to mid-thigh. The aroma of Becca's arousal reached Dave's nostrils, matching the signal that her panting breath and lust-filled eyes were sending. Truth to be told, he was fairly revved as well. The little gasp she gave as he hand-fed his mostly hard cock into her saturated pussy was delicious. Dave leaned in closer, folding her legs back onto her body, her ankles on either side of his head, her shorts against his collarbone. He drilled her fast and hard. This wasn't love making, wasn't a tantric exercise, and was not 'the full Dave'. A quickie was just that; hard, fast, and get 'er done. Becca's cute little huffs and grunts urged him to keep going, her moist, rippling channel gripping his shaft and egging him on. In due time, Dave felt that familiar tingle in his balls rising up through his cock and he began firing his hot seed into her eager passage. Becca shuddered and convulsed the same as if Dave had taken most of an hour lifting her to ecstatic heights. Dave leaned a bit further in to kiss Becca tenderly on the lips. Becca giggled. "That was fun." "Good, we can add that to the repertoire," Dave said, buckling his pants. He leaned in for another kiss, this one with just a moment of lingering, before walking away. Becca's eyes shone brightly as they followed him. Now I wait. Dave spent the rest of the evening sitting with his ladies, sometimes talking, mostly listening. Lupie called everyone to the dinner table. A nice warm casserole that soothed the insides after most of the day with the inside matching the weather outside. Downstairs anyway. Mostly what Dave remembered from the evening was looking around the table at his family as they chatted and moved on from the events of the morning. Mostly. Every once in a while, someone's attention wavered, or they flinched from a sound. That's why I have to do this. Dinner was late enough that some began their night time routine once it was over. It had been a draining day, even for those that had huddled upstairs. The emotional impact, the fear and anxiety they'd gone through took a physical toll. "Hey, Shawna, let's meet in my office in a few minutes, okay? I'll find Liv and Mel and have them join us." "Sure. Night security?" "Yeah. The detective was reasonably sure there wouldn't be a repeat tonight, but let's be safe." "Okay." Shawna hugged him tightly. Dave went off to find the other two, then made his way to his office. Even though they'd just finished dinner, he felt a bit munchie. He pulled a half-eaten pint of blueberries out of his fridge and snacked slowly. Each woman smirked as they entered. Shawna started imitating the guitar intro of a certain song by Black Sabbath. Dave just shook his head with a rueful smile. Then he popped a few more berries in his mouth. "We need to maintain a watch tonight," he informed them once he'd cleared his mouth. "The threat is perceived to be low, but I'd rather not take a chance. I'll take first watch, then wake Shawna to relieve me. She can wake Liv, and when Liv's shift is over, she can wake Mel." The way Olivia stared at Dave made him wonder if she suspected his real plan, but she said nothing. "We'll post guard here in Shawna's morning room with the door open. It's right at the top of the stairs, so anyone would have to come past the guard to get to any of us. I'll drag the chair from that room to the door, far back enough that anyone looking in will see darkness, but near enough the guard can see the head of the stairs and part of the hallway in each direction." "That's it. Get some sleep. When it's time to switch over, get up and get moving. We'll have one pistol out and transfer that over. Don't go to bed until your relief is in place." Shawna came in for a kiss before she left. A long, slow kiss with no tongue. She looked meaningfully into his eyes before she walked out, saying nothing. Dave waited over an hour for all the activity in his house to settle and everyone to fall asleep. He slowly and quietly rose from his seat. He slipped in to the master bedroom to find Shawna on the outer edge of the bed. Of course she'd thought ahead so she wouldn't disturb the others. Dave lightly tapped her foot, and she stirred awake. Dave went back to his post while she dressed. Once she got there, he handed over the pistol. "You're going after them aren't you?" she whispered low and urgent. "Yes. It's the only way to ensure everyone's safety. These guys are a danger to us, and others. The detective was so frustrated with the inaction, she told me other events that have happened, but no response from the police." "Other houses have been attacked?" "No, the other attacks haven't been on houses, but they look related." "How far away are they?" "I don't know for sure. She gave me some information on the last place they were seen." "Then how long will you be gone?!" She kept her voice low to not disturb anyone, but there was a 'shouting' tone to her whisper. "I don't know. I'm taking food and water in addition to the rest of the gear." "David, please be careful. All our lives depend on you." He wrapped his arms around her for a tight hug. "I know. I'm doing this for your safety. No more middle of the night break ins." He paused for a moment. "Carter took me through a few scenarios that apply. We had to use paintball guns for those trainings, but I've spent plenty of time on the range with all of these weapons. I won't be as good as Carter, but I'm good enough to pull this off. I'm coming back to you babe." He pulled back so they could look each other in the eyes. "You are plenty of reason to come back." "Me and eight others," she said with a teasing grin. "Anyone of you alone is enough to go fight this fight and get my ass back here in one piece. I finally understand Carter now. Somethings you have to fight for." He slipped away from her and went to the master bedroom closet. In a box tucked away in a corner, he pulled out a set of lightly used 90's era BDU that Carter'd urged him to get from an Army-Navy store. It was not the only set, but he wasn't going to be gone that long. Hell, his partners would all be screaming for doses by then. After dressing, and donning his combat boots, he walked silently out of the bedroom. That he had to pause and prep his mind for. Carter had shown him how to walk quietly in these boots, it just took practice and care. It had been a long time, so he ran through the lessons and practices in his head for a minute after he had them on. He trod gently down the stairs to the gun closet. He typed in the code and swung open the door. That's when the darkness at the end of the unlit hall moved. "Go to bed Olivia." His voice was flat. "You are not going after these guys alone." Dave flipped on the light in the small space. The illumination spilling into the hallway revealed Olivia in a matching pair of BDU. "How the hell?" "I mailed myself a box to this address before I reported to the vaccine center. Mostly other stuff, but one set of woodlands and my best broken-in boots." "Livy, you need to stay here and watch the others." "I need to watch over your ass and bring you home so you can keep fucking all these women that are addicted to your cum." Dave felt a wave of shame at the comment. That he was risking himself, some, but their safety required he take out this threat. That he was; unfaithful to any of these women, because none of them were the only one. Yes, he could personally enumerate all the reasons why, but that didn't change the visceral reaction of a man that never wanted a lot of women, just one that he could be devoted to, and vice versa. "Liv ;” "I'm not trying to talk you out of this. I'm certainly not condemning you for having multiple partners, David. On behalf of myself, and all your partners, I insist I go with you and provide overwatch. You know I'm a better sniper than you. You're better at CQB. We do this together." A cold hand gripped Dave's chest. "Olivia, I already dragged you into one gunfight. I won't do it again." "You didn't drag me into anything. The world sucks and some people are assholes. The same guy that taught you raised me not to just stand idly by. I'm going with you." She came in close, molding her hand to his jawline. "You didn't cause the attack this morning. You stood in the gap, and I stood with you. What you're about to do is needed. And I'm standing with you again." Without another word, she slipped around him and started gathering her gear. Dave joined her. Within half an hour, they loaded tactical gear, ammo, weapons, water jugs, canteens, and field rations in Liv's pickup and got on the road. They were completely in sync, though neither spoke a word. Chapter 12; A Walk on the Chaotic Good Side. October 29, 2020 12:30am The hum of the heater fan on its lowest setting combined with the warm air coming off the windshield were not helping Dave maintain alertness. Livy drove while he checked their route against what he'd seen on the detective's map. So far, it was just a matter of 'drive towards Athens'. Dave snuck the window down a little, inviting some cool air to help him stay fresh. Not too far, though. Occasionally, they'd run into an isolated cloud still giving up a pittance of drizzle, remnants of what passed over their house yesterday morning. Mostly it was just cold. "I miss the little triangle windows that pivoted open on Dad's old beater pickup." Dave chuckled. "Yeah, those were useful. Guess somebody decided to save money and make them fixed instead of movable." Olivia humphed in response. When she said nothing for a few minutes, he reached into the bag on the seat between them and pulled out an apple. She didn't notice until he took his first crackling bite. "Damn. Again?" she laughed. "Fill up too much and you'll bust out that stab shirt. Sorry, it's just;” "I'm eating way more often than the rest of you, and not gaining any weight. Yeah, I know. They said this serum shit has weird side effects. Seems for me it's kicked my metabolism into the stratosphere." "Oh, big words like 'stratosphere' huh? Hmm, ya know, the higher metabolism would explain why you're outrunning me." Dave turned his head towards her, a mock annoyed expression on his face. "I've been faster than you for years. For a bit there in your teens you gave me a good challenge." Liv giggled. "I got faster so you'd have to look at my ass." "I worked harder to stay ahead of you so I wasn't looking at a sixteen-year-old's ass." Out of the corner of his eye, Dave noted Livy giving him a rueful look. With a quiet voice; and one eye on the road; she asked, "Is this the only way we could have been together?" His heart skipped a beat. His voice was deepened with loss when he replied, "I don't know, Olivia. I just don't know. The two of us together would have been a very unusual pairing in other circumstances. No law would have stopped us being together but a lot of custom and tradition would interfere." He reached his hand out and she took it. "So it was either this, or an asteroid hitting the Earth for me to get you?" Dave laughed. "Maybe not quite that dramatic." Their joined hands lay on the seat between them for a time, enjoying the union of their lives as the cold, damp miles passed. Half an hour later, signs proclaimed a junction ahead as they neared their first waypoint. "Want me to stay on 175 and go east around Athens?" "No, west on 7. When we get to the southside of town, we'll take 19 south." Dave waited before asking, "You need to switch out. We've both had long days." "I'm good. Just hand me another Dr. Pepper." Dave knee-stood in the seat, reaching back to the cooler with water, soda and reusable freezer packs. Ice would have been too loud loading at the house, and going to an automated ice station was more deviation than he was willing to take. The drinks weren't ice-cold this way, but they were at least cool. Between the caffeinated soda, and the No-Doz bottle in the glove box, they could fight off the drowsiness the road hum threatened to induce. Weirdly, the squeeze from the compression shirt for the stab plates helped keep him awake, though it did make it tougher to twist around for things. Maybe if he wore it more often, he'd know how to move better in it. With the late hour, and pandemic rules in effect, they hadn't seen another vehicle since pulling out of their own driveway. They crossed three overpasses for major roads out of town before exiting to southbound 19 / Palestine St. The creepy feeling intensified as they took their exit. The north side of the road held a hospital with what was undoubtedly the only ER for thirty miles around. In some directions, even further than that. And there was no activity at all. The lights were on. But no signs of human movement. A few miles down the road they passed the middle school, completely abandoned since March. Liv's hand slipped back to the middle of the bench seat. Dave added his to hers, holding her gently but firmly. Ten minutes later, with their headlights boring holes into the pitch black, Dave's phone buzzed. He pulled it out, noting the time was now approaching 2am. -There's been another attack, this time on a very rich man's estate. Bodyguards dead, left laying there. -Rich man dead, carried off, along with most of his partners. -Last seen southbound on 45, suspect they are taking that to 287 until Palestine. No intelligence beyond that. Please ask your friend to decide quickly. Dave quietly fumed. Another attack meant more suffering that he hadn't prevented. That was the whole point of this crazy scheme wasn't it? Immediately, he recalled a story Carter had told only once, after they'd been roommates for more than a year. It was a 'Boy's Night In' with two pizzas and a tsunami of beer, and some typical action flicks playing. Dave's friend related a time when they'd been too late to protect a local villager that had cooperated with the Special Forces team. The local government goons had not been kind to the collaborator. Or his family. "We found out too late, got there too late, not a fucking thing we could do. Not one fucking thing. Except," he raised his head so his bloodshot eyes were revealed, "we tracked the fuckers and took them out before they got back to their base. It was beyond our mandate. We were supposed to train only, not engage directly. We did it, and never talked about it." Track the fuckers down and take them out. Little wonder why that particular memory surfaced now. "Something wrong?" "Text from the detective. They hit another house. Successfully this time." "Oh shit. What are we going to do?" "What an old friend once told me was the only real option. Track the fuckers down and kill them." "Dad was such an eloquent man." Dave barked a laugh as he texted back. -We're already enroute. -We'll locate them on the run and track them to their base. -Thank God. -And thank your friend for me. Dave still saw no reason to inform her of his omission. Well, he felt a little guilty, but she'd get over it. Lupie on the other hand, might just tie him to the bed and spoon feed him between each woman's 'dosing' turn. Shawna might or might not help Lupie, but she was not going to help Dave avoid Lupie. Hell, by the time he got back, Lupie might be so worked up she'd chew him out exclusively in Spanish for over an hour. In between kisses and hugs because his dumb ass came home in one piece. Getting his mind back on the present, Dave pulled up a map on his phone. "This may make it easier to find their base. They're coming down 287. Previous attempts tracked them as far as Palestine. We'll intersect with 287 just outside Palestine, so we'll pick a good spot when we get there and wait. I suspect they will be an hour or half hour behind us." "K." Dave zoomed and scrolled on his map for several minutes. "There's a community college north of the intersection. It has a parking lot that will give us a good view, but far enough away we could miss something. There's also a gas station and a convenience store on the south of the intersection, on the west side that would give better views, but higher risk of detection. It's probably closed. If we're the only car there, it's going to be awfully suspicious; especially if we pull out right after they pass." "Don't worry, Dad gave me a few lessons on shaking a tail, and on tailing. Just before I went off to college, he even had me drive back country roads with no lights; on the road or car. If we can avoid getting noticed when we first pull out; by waiting 'til we can just see their tail lights; we should be fine." "Let's go for the convenience store first. If it looks too dicey, we'll move off to the college parking lot." Liv nodded her agreement. The silence that followed persisted until the intersection loomed. The community college parking lot had all of its lights on, as did the Exxon just south of it. The Valero on the west side and south of the intersection had its awning lights on, but no more. No lights were on around the convenience store south of the highway confluence. Even better, there were two vehicles parked in the lot. Liv pulled into a space near one of the other vehicles. But not too close. She killed the lights, lowered the windows halfway, and turned off the ignition. Both occupants of the truck surveyed first the near vehicle, then the more distant one, looking for any sign of occupancy. If these guys were good, they might have a lookout posted to watch for a tail. During the forty-five minute wait, neither their eyes nor ears detected any sign of another person in the parking lot. For that matter, there was no sign of anyone around the college, or in the gas station south of them. The station across the way probably had an attendant inside. A low rumble coming from the northwest initially alerted Dave and Liv to their approaching quarry. Without exchanging words, they each hunched down in their seats. Both were on full alert. Hunter versus hunter was a dangerous game. Of course, if one hunter doesn't know the other is around, so much the better. For the other at least. Five S U V, varying from mid-size to huge, rolled swiftly through the interchange. They slowed from far in excess of highway speeds, down to something reasonable for the possibility of merging; if one had incredibly sparse traffic to handle. Which worked just fine, since there was absolutely zero traffic to merge with. As the engine sounds began to fade, Livy sat up and started the engine. She quickly doused the lights that automatically lit up before backing out from behind the vehicle two parking spaces over. Hopefully, it shielded them from the target's notice. Well, that and the fact the targets were headed away from them, and presumably keeping hostages in check. With swift, smooth motions, Olivia got the pickup on the highway following the distant trail of tail lights. Noting the woodlands on both sides of the highway limiting visibility around the curves, Livy began rapidly closing the distance. Balancing that were the few streetlamps and the need to not show up in the last vehicle's rearview mirror. The train of S U V passed under one, went dark again except for the taillight; which brightened briefly; then were illuminated again for a flash before disappearing. "Shit," she muttered. "It's gotta be the underpass for the loop. That's why they went left and cut off. They went behind the embankment. Just take the loop to the left and keep pressing. We'll catch them. Just be careful of more street lamps. I'm not sure if this loop they're hopping on is limited access. If they hit stoplights, we'll need to be very careful to avoid notice." "Right." There were a few traffic lights to negotiate, but both were solid green the entire time the runners and the pursuers were in view. The greater concern was the street lights near the intersections. Increasing their following distance once a traffic light became visible bought them some grace. They also took the risk of allowing the convoy to get out of view over a small rise while they waited just outside the pool of light before making the left at Park Ave. That was followed by mild panic until they could catch up with their quarry. A sweeping left turn awaited just over the crest. Dave spotted tail lights turning right as they finally hit a straight section. It turned out to be another curve in the road. This road had just enough curves to allow Livy to close the distance and remain unobserved. As the pursuing duo came around one curve, the convoy ahead was disappearing around the next. Just as they cleared a shallow 's' turn, Dave spotted tail lights disappearing to their right. "Ease up, I think we're going off onto a narrower road." By the time they reached the turn, Liv had them at an appropriate speed. No sign of the convoy ahead, and greater darkness with the trees closer in, she had to go slower. Fortunately, the road was winding through a few tight turns which caused the convoy to go even slower. They managed to catch sight of taillights and hear engine noises through the trees before they got close enough to be noticed. The asphalt took a gradual rightward curve, but a faint red glow inside the dust cloud ahead signaled the convoy had plunged ahead onto the dirt road. Hunter and unwitting prey slowed again, but the frequent braking and the scattering effect of the dust kept Dave and Liv well aware of their quarry's position. Liv coasted and maintained distance so she never had to touch the brake. To do so would reveal their pursuit. The convoy slowed further and Liv allowed the truck to coast to a stop. "Let's find a place to park this thing and dismount." Dave pointed off to a small pocket beside the road where the trees curved away from the dirt track. Each opened their door gingerly, sliding quietly to the wet grass. Liv and Dave first checked their own gear, then each other's. Satisfied they wore or carried everything they thought they would need, they eased the doors closed, latching them softly. "One benefit of this weather; the gators will be hibernating, and maybe the snakes too," Dave said in a whisper. "Brumating. And probably yes on both counts. The gators will be in the water, but the snakes will find a burrow or hollow log. So stay away from likely hidey holes." "Yes, professor." Dave's wry grin was both smart ass and respectful. Liv's nature knowledge far exceeded his own. Her reply smile was appreciative. Then both faces went blank as the two focused on their mission. Using every technique Carter had taught him, Dave slipped stealthily through the trees. Crouching, he moved swiftly from bole to bole, taking care to avoid rock piles and downed logs. The red glow in the distance was diminishing. He noticed sets of tail lights lining up side-by-side before extinguishing. They were parking. That was a good thing, because Dave and Liv were already on foot. That also meant the possibility of guards on the perimeter. Dave paused a bit longer in his position, searching for any sign of patrols or stationary sentinels. Seeing none, he dashed forward to a new location and watched again for any sign of an observer. Liv moved from her prior spot to the place Dave had just vacated. Morning twilight was in full swing, so the pair had good lighting. Periodically, Dave observed men moving to each vehicle, removing a woman, and leading her to one of the buildings. A few men guarded the vehicles, but their focus was on the occupants, not someone outside. All the better. Dave and Liv found themselves places within whisper distance a few feet back from the tree line. Unobstructed views with low probability of getting spotted. In better circumstances, they would observe for hours, from multiple positions around the clearing, gathering information and striking in the wee hours, or at first light tomorrow. But; those women being taken inside compelled faster action. Whatever these assholes were doing needed to be stopped. At the same time, they couldn't just rush in, or they'd lose, Dave would be dead, and Liv would be dead or worse. And not long after, the rest of his family would be in very dire straits. So don't fuck up, asshole . This had to be what Carter meant about walking the razor's edge. One thing was clear; these guys had no security posted. The pre-dawn twilight was sufficiently bright that someone looking out the window would spot them if they got stupid. The trees opened up into a large clearing. Within the open space sat the parked S U V, two large buildings, and several smaller ones. The two large buildings were corner adjacent and perpendicular on their long axes. They were somewhat longer than they were wide. The large building stretched wide across their eyeline seemed to be where everyone was gathered. That's the building the women had been taken into. Several others converged on that location not long after. About half an hour after the last man disappeared into the big building, Dave and Liv spotted someone leaving. He had someone over his shoulder. He headed for one of the smaller buildings. About five minutes later, it happened again. Time to communicate. He pulled out his phone, already set to silent, no vibration. Fortunately, he had a few bars. -Compound located. Track my location. Stuffing his phone in his pocket without waiting for a reply, Dave slid closer to his partner. "I'm going in closer. I'll get under the windows and listen in." Liv's face was unconvinced. "Is that wise?" "We need to know more before we do anything. I've got to get close enough to hear them. Get your rifle ready to snipe. Keep me covered. I'll pass on the outside of the first building," he pointed to the one that lay along their line of sight and perpendicular to the target building, "and then cross along the near wall of the one they're in. You'll be able to see me for most of that time, and you can see either end. You'll know if someone's about to come around and spot me." "We need Dad's low watt tactical radios." "If wishes were horses, hun." He gave her a quick kiss, then silently backed further into the trees. This allowed him to move more quickly without detection, though he still remained on alert for any sentries out here in the trees. There were none. Approaching the tree line again, he scanned thoroughly with eyes and ears, for any sign of someone that would spot him emerging. With still no sign, Dave dashed from the trees to the near wall of the likely empty large building. There he waited, listening for any sound suggesting he'd been seen. His heart was pounding. He worked to calm himself so he could hear anything over the roar of the blood in his ears. Of course, that could just be the contrast. This rural fall morning was incredibly quiet thus far. Satisfied he was as yet undetected, Dave moved stealthily to the far corner of the building. He put a hand on the wall, feeling the rough brick exterior. It was distinctly not new, but not decrepit either. A few short steps brought him to the building's corner. Using the 'slicing the pie' tactic Carter taught him so long ago; and re-taught over and over and over; Dave passed around the corner to find no one there. Hugging the wall, he crept by, pausing at each of the two doors, listening for any sign of occupancy. By the time he reached the end of the building near the occupied building, the sun was not yet up, but the sky was well-lit. As was the compound. With more on the line, Dave took more time with his pie-slicing cornering technique. The rest of the compound, then the side wall of the other building, and then the back wall of the target building came slowly into view, all devoid of other humans. He slid carefully along the sidewall of the empty building until he was near the corner closest to his target. With his head only he once more rounded the corner, verifying no one had entered the small area bounded by the two buildings on two sides in the time he'd been behind the first one. Sure that he was clear, he crossed the gap to the second building. He watched his footfalls carefully since the area conjoining the two buildings had been cemented in a rectangular shape. Postholes along the edges suggested this might be some sort of outdoor area with an awning during warmer times. A broom at the corner Dave was heading for suggested someone took the time to keep it clear of debris. At least he didn't have to worry about stepping on a twig. Dave heard a door open, then close. Footsteps in grass reached his ears but receded. He swiftly slid along the wall to the front of the building and took a cautious peek. Once again, a man was walking toward one of the smaller buildings, this time carrying a woman in his arms rather than over his shoulder. Dave eased himself away from that corner and back to the corner proximate to the back wall. He had to step carefully around the broom again as he came around to the semi-enclosed courtyard. Dave eased his way carefully along the back wall. At least now he had the benefit of knowing Liv could watch the area around him and cover him as needed. He crept carefully, listening for sounds through the wall. Primarily though, he knew his best chances were under the three windows, two of which were close together, more than halfway down the building's length. As he approached an exterior vent for a dryer, he paused. For a moment the thought flashed through his mind that this would be the ideal place for a snake to hide. Then his rational brain took over, reminding him that the intermittent nature was likely insufficient to help a snake survive through the winter. They were more likely off in the woods somewhere or hiding in the walls of one of the houses. The first window was just past the vent. Dave paused. He waited for a few minutes, but heard nothing. He edged up, his face upturned, his nose turned away from the building. Edging upward, he allowed his peripheral vision a first glimpse in the window. It was dark. He turned his head slowly, seeking greater detail. A few shadows and a small light on the back wall limned out an empty kitchen space for a community. Efficient, but a little too regimented for Dave's taste. A little too zombie group think. Dave moved forward. This time he skirted around a pile of small diameter metal pipes. Must be for a future irrigation project or outdoor faucet. The next window was only a few feet past the pile. Dave had to be careful how far out he went. He crouched and quickly got back to the wall once past the pipes. He could already hear voices. Someone was angry. "I said sit the fuck back down. You dumbasses cost us three men with your half-assed raid. No, you don't get a shot at any of the women from this raid. You're lucky we let you fucking live. One more fucking word out of your fucking mouth and I will shit-can all your asses. And you, big mouth, you'll go last; after I ass fuck your sister without a new dose! You can watch her melt like somebody poured battery acid in her shithole, then I'll kill you, with the memory of her screams in your fucking ears!" Dave went cold. His mind called up one of the videos about the dangers for a woman exposed to the semen of any man other than her partner. Anger welled up in him, but he tamped it down. A berserker rage banged against the walls of Dave's discipline. He held his focus, knowing he would only accomplish his goal with cold efficiency. All the things Carter said over the years, words that had been whirling in his ears since the moment of the break-in, all settled into cold clarity. Yeah, they were gonna die. In due time. He crept closer. Again taking care to avoid detection, Dave saw a woman select a syringe full of a vibrant green substance. She moved over to; a dead body on the floor? What the hell? Why is she injecting the dead guy? Wait, now it's purple inside? Maybe he just misidentified the earlier color? The woman with the syringe stood. A man dragged a blonde woman over to a table near the lady with the syringe. Dave heard her whimpering once she was close. A second man took the woman's other arm. The two men held her pinned, face down, against the table as her whimpering turned to active cries. Dave's stomach turned over. A third man pulled the woman's pajama pants down. She wore no panties. The woman with the syringe approached. The way she walked, and the look on her face, gave the impression she was walking to the gallows. Dave swore she mouthed the word 'Sorry' to the pinned woman before injecting her with the purple contents of her syringe. Immediately, the woman jerked and thrashed. The man behind her dropped his pants. Dave dropped low, not needing to see anymore. Hell, he'd seen far more than he ever wanted to. The cries and sounds he heard had a certain resonance with the priming and later imprinting orgasms of his partners. But overlaid with a guttural, raw emotionality. Then there was no more sound from the woman. A few low conversations between the men, and then Dave heard the door on the other side of the building open. Dave duck-walked away from the window and around the pipes. Once against the wall again he raised up a bit and paused. He needed to collect his thoughts. What to do was clear. Kill every man here. Given what they were doing, there were no innocents. The only questions revolved around how to do what needed to be done. Ideas formed in his head, but he needed to confer with Olivia. At the very least, she needed to know his intentions. Teamwork would be vital. He also trusted her judgment. Her input could prove useful. It often did. Something more about Olivia was rattling around the back of his head. A thought jumping up and down, demanding attention, but not coming forward. Like a word sitting on the tip of your tongue you just can't say. Something he knew, but wasn't fully acknowledging. It didn't seem related to the immediate task, so Dave moved his attention elsewhere. The number of trips from the large building to the smaller ones was very nearly the number of trips from the cars to the big building earlier. That meant soon the men would no longer be occupied with; what they had been doing. Since some had recently come back from a raid, they were likely to bed down soon. That would be a good time to strike. Time to move and communicate. The door had cycled twice more during Dave's thinking. As he rounded the corner of the empty building, free to move unobserved, he heard the door slam open. He froze in place, a few steps past the corner, where he could listen without being detected. Multiple footsteps approached, and sharp mutterings between two men. The footfalls changed as they crossed from the grass onto the concrete. Their voices became clearer too. "Why drag her all the way out here? It's fucking cold and wet." "'Cuz I don't wanna clean up the fucking mess when the old bitch slags, that's why! Grass will just eat it up and get nice and green next summer. Inside, the carpet and the fucking pad have to be replaced." Dave's blood boiled. He tamped it down for immediate purposes. He also started moving back the way he came. Weapon at the ready, he rounded the corner again. Three figures were just crossing off the concrete pad and back into the grass. Two males in hunter camo and a naked blonde woman sobbing as they dragged her between them. They stopped several steps off the pad. One man was out of view, the empty building blocking Dave's line of sight to him. Liv surely had a good shot on him, but she might not yet know enough to take it. She'd know soon enough though. The man Dave could see was turned away from Dave, with the woman collapsed, on her knees in front of him, looking away from Dave also. By their orientations, the man that was out of sight was probably facing the corner and would see Dave the instant he came around it. Fortune favors the brave . One of Carter's favorite phrases. Dave slipped the MP5 back behind him, on safe, he pulled the.22 pistol from his holster, and the silencer from his cargo pocket, mated them gently, and carefully began screwing the silencer in place. The woman cried out, pleading for mercy. Unseen by Dave, the second man slapped her, the sound unmistakable. Dave was moving as the slap echoed. His face etched in stone. No anger in his visage, no mercy in his eyes. His weapon came up smoothly as his feet accelerated him along the wall towards the man in his vision. Dave was now a fire and maneuver platform for the pistol. Just before he cleared the corner, he fired three rounds, all into the man's upper left back. His shot group was as perfect as the practices with Carter over the years. At least one of the rounds went through the man's heart. The suppressor dulled the sound of firing, and the subsonic ammunition avoided the supersonic crack of the rounds that would surely draw attention. The stricken man fell even as Dave came around the corner, rounding on the next target. That man was just beginning to look towards the corner with a curious expression. Dave fired again. Three rounds, just as Carter had trained him. He also dropped with no further resistance or sound. The first target was on the ground and the second descending, knees buckling beneath a falling torso, when the shuddering blonde woman registered the changes. She began to rise and turn around. Dave reached her at that same moment, grabbing her bicep and hauling her to her feet. To forestall undesirable attention, he shifted his hand from her arm to her mouth, clamping it shut. He got there just in time. The woman stared at him, terror in her wide-open eyes. He held his pistol low and to the side, but her eyes ping-ponged several times from it to his face. As frightened as she was, her eyes settled, then roved over his face. Within seconds her terror was held in check. Not gone but shoved aside. Like she was ready to believe something less evil than that of the other men's plans was now upon her. "Stay quiet, I need to get you out of here." She nodded. Wariness was present, but also a willingness to believe in; something. Grabbing her hand, Dave led her across the concrete pad and around the corner of the empty building. He didn't stop until they'd passed the length of the building, now leaning against the short wall, in full sight of Olivia. In pausing, Dave was reminded consciously of what his subconscious had of course noted; the woman wore not a stitch of clothing. He quickly averted his eyes, but not before registering her phenomenal figure. Granted, the condition of her skin on her face and her body indicated a woman with more than just a few decades of experience on this little ball of rock, but she was none the worse for wear by any means. Fit was an entirely apt description. Her tits had a natural sag, but still bore a certain firmness as well as a modest heft. And her eyes. Her eyes were captivating. Penetrating even. They stared at him from a gently rectangular face. Modestly arched eyebrows topped those gazing deep green orbs, and model perfect cheekbones provided a pedestal for those eyes to rest upon. Shapely, proportionate lips still trembled slightly beneath a nose that was not quite angular, and more than a button. Her face would fit in on a magazine cover or a boardroom. A face that could launch a thousand simps. "Let's get into the trees. My partner, Olivia, is waiting for us. Once we get away from prying eyes, we can give you something to cover up with. What's your name?"" Her face warmed briefly even as her arms instinctively moved to shield her tits. "Natasha." Her voice was unsteady, but not weak. "That way, Natasha." Dave pointed to a small gap between two young trees. Nothing he'd seen suggested she was a plant or any other kind of trap, but with only himself and Liv, he realized there was no room for fuck-ups. He spent much of his time walking sideways, keeping an eye to their rear. They entered the trees easily and without getting spotted. Natasha immediately slowed, picking her places to step more carefully with her bare feet on the woodland surface. They proceeded straight back from the buildings, in reverse of Dave's approach. He caught her arm when they reached the point to turn left towards Liv. Pointing quietly, Dave directed her on the new course. She nodded and kept moving. A few steps later, things started getting exciting. "Oh, holy Shit!" Even before his head turned, he knew the speaker was in the same vicinity as the two bodies he'd left behind. Through the intervening trees, Dave spotted a man standing in the gap between buildings. He safed the pistol and started unscrewing the silencer. There was no angle in stealth anymore. Once separated, the pistol went back in the holster and the silencer in his cargo pocket. He brought his MP5 back around. The man circled the two bodies slowly. Dave quietly moved closer to Liv, until they could see each other. With her attention on him, Dave drew his hand across his neck, then pointed at the man still examining the space where his friends had fallen. He heard the report of the rifle at nearly the same instant the back of the man's head sprouted a jet of blood and tissue. Dave hustled the last several steps to Liv's position. Liv gave him a wry smile as she looked behind him. "Recruiting more ladies, David?" As Dave began to object, her smile dropped. "I saw the whole thing. I didn't hear what was said, but they had it coming, that's for sure." "Yeah well, we need to get her warm and clothed. And still deal with these guys." "I've got spare clothes in the truck. Let her hide inside. At least get her out of the elements." Two men appeared, one on either end of the occupied building. Dave, Liv, and their charge were too deep in the trees for the men to spot. Besides, they were focused on the three bodies they could see. "Okay, I'm going to get her in sight of the truck, and then head down the backside of that building," Dave pointed to the empty building. "Got it. So, do I let these guys go back inside?" Do I tell her to take the shot? We're already all in here . Something in Dave went cold. "Once they turn back, take the shot." Liv merely nodded, her attention, earlier divided between her scope and Dave, was now fully downrange. Dave ushered Natasha along a tiny foot path, giving her some ease in foot placement. He tried to keep his eyes off her naked form, but when she jumped at Liv's first shot, the jostling of her tits was magnetic. He turned his eyes away quickly. Fortunately, he was able to spot the truck at this range. "We're going to have to work quickly to shut these guys down. Can you see that white patch through the trees?" Dave pointed in the direction he wanted her to look. Natasha nodded. "That's our truck. The door is unlocked. Get in there and get out of the wind. That will help you warm up some. Liv says she has a change of clothes behind the seat. Take a quick look to see if you can find a shirt or something. Then stay low, stay out of sight." The woman nodded again. "You are leaving me?" "I have to stop all of them before they hurt anyone else." Another shot rang out. She lunged at Dave, wrapping her arms around his neck. He was alarmed for just a moment, but he felt the shaking of her silent cries. She jolted again with the next shot. He gave her several seconds, then peeled her arms off of him. "I have to go." With that, he turned and hustled to a spot along the tree line proximate to the edge of the empty building. He was still covered by trees when he spotted a man moving toward him along the building. He's trying to flank Liv . Dave took up a firing position braced against a tree. Then he fired three rounds. The man dropped without a sound, though the shots echoed through the compound. Another crack from Liv's rifle announced her continued engagement with their opponents. If Dave didn't get engaged soon, they could overwhelm her. He sprinted across the gap and raced down the building's length. Another shot rang out. Dave reached the corner of the building, breathing hard, heart pounding. He heard feet slapping concrete and then go quiet. Swiftly turning the corner, he saw two men sprinting away, through the gap between buildings, and one more passing the other end of the building in the distance. Then another came around the corner near him, the follow-on to the two with their backs to him. He noticed Dave as Dave's SMG reached chest height. Dave's trigger finger pulled three times, smoothly, in quick succession. Three widely spaced red spots erupted on the man's chest. He fell against the wall and slid down. The man's weapon clattered to the concrete pad. Immediately, Dave shifted to the men headed away. One was beginning to turn. Dave fired on him first, this time with his weapon fully raised, taking aim and grouping his shots. Dave shifted to the second man that hadn't yet keyed on Dave's position behind him. With three rounds in his upper chest while running full tilt, the man tumbled to the ground. While Dave was taking out his targets, he'd registered two shots from Liv's rifle. That meant ten men in total they'd killed. But how many were there? At least ten, since the S U V had two men each. What Dave didn't know was how many were left behind to hold down the fort while the attackers were out. As he mulled over the issue, he dealt with two more immediate concerns. His weapon locked open on his last shot. He triggered the magazine release with his right, catching and removing the spent magazine with his left. Quickly, he stuffed the empty mag in his cargo pocket before pulling a fresh magazine from his tacvest. With a fresh magazine in place, he pressed the bolt release, driving a new round home. To be continued in part 11, Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts, for Literotica.

In this episode, Elle and Vee recap their Joy Family holiday party, aka the Naughty Snowball, at which LOTS of naughty fun was had! This is a revisit from January 2025, and still holds up as one of the naughtiest most exploratory parties they've been at together. Themes/dressing for body confidence (especially after having a baby). (2:23)Prostate play with Daddy: Elle gets a lesson in best practices for milking the prostate, and snowballing cum between five people. (5:22)Rope 101: Vee uses her beginner rope tying skills on Elle! Finding something to do with your hands during the party, and unlocking your inner domme. Reverse Tension; Square Knot Single Column Tie; attaching rope to rope. (11:55)Edging scene while being bound. (18:40)Fisting tips: Vee uses her takeaways from a recent fisting workshop to get wrist-deep with M, two nights in a row. (20:23)Elle: year of the pussy! Double ended dildo strap-on play. Why Elle loves reverse cowgirl. (29:38)Anonymity in a large orgy: at small orgies it feels like there's a spotlight on certain scenes. (40:14)The best sexy white elephant gifts: nipple clamps, penis pumps, ejaculating dildo, sexy art, bed straps. (44:11)Support the showWhere to Find Us & How to Support the Show:

Zeit wird Lust: Warum ist es so intensiv, den Orgasmus bewusst hinauszuzögern? Wir schauen uns an, wie Edging funktioniert, welche körperlichen und psychologischen Mechanismen dahinterstecken und wie Paare davon profitieren können. Dabei sprechen wir über Start-Stop-Methoden, hormonelle Effekte und BDSM-Dynamiken. Ausserdem räumen wir mit den hartnäckigsten Mythen auf.

Session 10: FNGT - The Red Tower Part 3 - Edging their Way to the Top As above, so below. The Adept Mystics have found their feline friend and now it's time to bug out of this insane dungeon of brick, flesh and hatred. What will they find within the heart of the Red Tower? Can they stop it? Find out!   Cast: Chris - GM Dave - Trevor “Huey” Riggs (Troll Physical Adept and Ex-Beat Cop) Aaron - Alatar “Jonathan Strange” Pollando (Elf Former Wage Mage) Crystal Chris - Yorgen Fal (Banshee Street Samurai)   Musical Credits:  Epic Unease by Kevin MacLeod Link: https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/3714-epic-unease  License: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license    There It Is by Kevin MacLeod Link: https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/4519-there-it-is  License: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license    "Bet You Can ver 2" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/    "The Way Out" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

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Explicit – 18+ only (If you can't handle the words “chin-shot cum rope” or “double penetration snowman carrot,” go listen to something else.) What's inside this episode:Letter 1 – “J” Married 20+ years, zero outside lovers, yet they still turned a Saturday night drive home into a full-on porno: commando under dresses and suits, mutual edging at 120 km/h, chin-to-stomach cum explosion while exiting the freeway, and a screaming orgasm in the driveway that probably got them put on a neighborhood watch list.Letter 2 – “Brenda” One bisexual college girl walks into an LGBT club looking for girls… leaves after being perfectly double-penetrated by the hottest, most respectful bi couple on campus. First anal, first DP, first everything — and they tucked her in with water and folded clothes like gentlemen. Unicorn status: confirmed.Letter 3 – “A” A month locked in chastity watching his hotwife take a bull → Nikky (yes, me) kneels beside him, unlocks the cage, whispers filth, and takes every ounce of that pent-up load like a champ. Ends in a sweaty, moaning foursome until sunrise. Fantasy or real? You decide.Dirty-but-Clean Winter Riddle The answer you all screamed at: the carrot you shove into your snowman's face. You're welcome for the collective filth spiral.Listener Homework / Comment Bait The Dubai Open vibrator scandal: top female player accidentally drops a bright-purple toy on the board in front of grandmasters and a live camera. Tell me in the comments: A) You keep a poker face B) You laugh so hard you forfeit C) You pull out your own toy and whisper “your move” Bonus: confess your own public sex-toy disaster. Go.Content Warning: This episode contains explicit sexual content, including graphic descriptions of nudity, public sex, infidelity, and boundary-pushing consensual fantasies. Stories are fictional and depict enthusiastic consent. Listener discretion advised; 18+ only. Submissions involving bestiality, incest, underage role-play, rape, non-consensual content, or racial slurs are not aired. Get Involved:Submit Your Story: Got a secret fantasy or steamy confession? Write to Nikky at Nikky@dearnikky.com or submit anonymously at DearNikky.com/confessions. By submitting, you certify:You're the sole creator of the submission.You're 18+ and legally able to submit erotic material.No prohibited themes (bestiality, incest, underage, rape, non-consensual content, racial slurs).Names/identifiable info may be changed.You release all rights to the submission.Say Hello: Have a burning fantasy or just want to chat? Email Nikky@dearnikky.com or connect on Twitter (@DNikky162), Instagram (@DNikky162) , or Facebook (@DearNikky). Nikky wants to hear your naughtiest thoughts!Support the Show: Love these private peeks into filthy lives? Leave a review on Apple Podcasts, Spotify,  Spreaker or your favorite platform to help new listeners discover the heat. Your support keeps the conversation sizzling!Support Nikky:Patreon: Unlock exclusive confessions, bonus thoughts, and steamy Q&As at Patreon.com/DearNikky. Join the inner circle for extra spice!Nectar.ai: Explore your wildest fantasies with immersive AI experiences at Nectar.ai. Perfect for Frisky Friday fans craving more.Featured Release: Dear Nikky: Sex Confessions From People Just Like You is out now! Dive deeper into the raw, unfiltered stories you love. Contact:Email: Nikky@dearnikky.comWebsite: DearNikky.com/confessionsSocials: Twitter (@DNikky162), Instagram (@DNikky162), Facebook (@DearNikky)Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dear-nikky-hidden-desires--6316414/support.

In this episode of the Mulder Life Podcast, Andy dives into hardscaping challenges, winter operations, and major updates on his new shop build. He discusses the ongoing problems he's experienced with traditional concrete edging—specifically summer grass dieback and edging pull-away—and explains why he's considering transitioning to hybrid edging. The conversation also covers the recent concrete pour, upcoming spray-foam insulation, heating plans, and the push to finish fall cleanups before winter weather settles in. Andy reflects on big-picture business decisions, including whether to expand to multiple hardscape crews, developing a mission and core values for his team, and future possibilities for the property such as commercial rentals or a landscape supply yard. The episode closes with insights on tool efficiency and the ways modern equipment is transforming day-to-day operations in the field.

Get ready to flirt with the edge! In this episode of the Dildo Whisperer, we explore the art of edging—the practice of teasing yourself or your partner to the brink of orgasm and pulling back for even more intense pleasure. We'll talk about how to do it safely, why it heightens sensation, and how it can strengthen sexual connection and communication. Whether you're flying solo or playing with a partner, this deep dive into control, patience, and pleasure will have you rethinking how you finish. Send the us your sex and relationship questions and maybe you will inspire the next episode of The Dildo Whisperer. We have two ways to reach the show. You can call into our show at 844-695-2766 or you can email us at Askthedw@gmail.com. Follow us on social media @dildowhisperer The Dildo Whisperer is produced by DNR Studios. To subscribe to this show and the rest of the DNR Network of shows including the Cookie Jar Podcast visit: www.dnrstudios.com

Corinne Fisher talks all the biggest news this week including Nicki Minaj joining up with MAGA to sell out Nigeria, ICE enacting "Charlottes Web" in the Queen City, the slow drip reveal of the Epstein files, Trump threatening to pull ABC's broadcast license if they keep asking questions he doesn't like, Bangladesh sentencing their Prime Minister to death, rumors of "sniper tourism", a deeper look at Trump going after Coomey and Venezuella, a rift brewing among the DSA and so much more!Original Air Date: 11/19/25You can watch Without A Country LIVE every Wednesday at 9PM on our YouTube Channel at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjP3oJVS_BEgGXOPcVzlpVw!**PLEASE SUBSCRIBE, RATE & REVIEW ON iTUNES & SUBSCRIBE TO OUR YOUTUBE CHANNEL**Link To The Patreon!https://patreon.com/WithoutACountry?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLinkThis Week Corinne looks at a New Yorker piece on Nick Fuentes and what sets him apart from your typical right wing edgelordWHERE YOU CAN ANNOY US:Corinne Fisher:Twitter: https://twitter.com/PhilanthropyGalInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/philanthropygalExecutive Producer: Mike HarringtonInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/themharrington/Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheMHarringtonTheme Song By Free VicesWebsite https://www.freevices.com/Apple Music https://music.apple.com/us/artist/free-vices/1475846774Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/3fUw9W8zIj6RbibZN2b3kP?si=N8KzuFkvQXSnaejeDqVpIg&nd=1&dlsi=533dddc8672f46f0SoundCloud https://on.soundcloud.com/5sceVeUFADVBJr4P7YouTube https://youtube.com/channel/UCOsgEoQ2-czvD8eWctnxAAw?si=SL1RULNWVuJb8AONInstagram http://instagram.com/free_vicesENEMY OF THE STATE: Nicki Minajhttps://archive.ph/Ds0mnMAIN STORYEpstein Files: https://www.cnn.com/politics/live-news/trump-presidency-epstein-files-release-11-19-25Trump Trying to Revoke ABC News Licensehttps://www.foxnews.com/media/trump-erupts-abc-reporter-over-epstein-questions-suggests-yanking-network-licenseCOULD BE WORSE:Bangladeshi Prime Minister Sentenced to Death https://www.npr.org/2025/11/17/g-s1-98112/bangladesh-sheikh-hasina-verdictSniper Tourismhttps://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c3epygq5272oGIRL DAD CORNER:https://www.nytimes.com/2025/07/09/business/youth-sports-private-equity.htmlGUUUURL:Comey Casehttps://www.cnn.com/2025/11/19/politics/comey-vindictive-prosecution-hearing-lindsey-halligan-grand-jury-takeawaysTrump Venezuelahttps://www.nytimes.com/2025/11/18/us/politics/trump-covert-action-venezuela.htmlMayor of Seattlehttps://www.axios.com/local/seattle/2025/11/14/seattle-mayor-elect-katie-wilson-organizer-socialist-transitNYCIsrael Cannot Be Our Main Topic As Municipal Politicianshttps://www.nytimes.com/2025/11/14/nyregion/mamdani-lander-dan-goldman.htmlIn Spiteful News, Adams Leaving Mess for Mamdanihttps://www.thecity.nyc/2025/11/17/budget-eric-adams-zohran-mamdani/Chi Osse Civil Warhttps://nypost.com/2025/11/18/opinion/get-your-popcorn-for-the-democratic-socialist-civil-war-over-chi-osses-bid-to-unseat-rep-hakeem-jeffries/Chi Osse Socialisthttps://jacobin.com/2025/11/chi-osse-dsa-mamdani-socialismChi Ossehttps://www.queerty.com/rising-political-star-chi-osse-just-did-a-boyfriend-reveal-20251001/GUUURL CONTTrump/Sudanhttps://www.politico.com/news/2025/11/19/donald-trumps-foreign-policy-sudan-00660241?experience_id=EXYF89KVT5UQ&is_login_link=true&template_id=OTJIR2CRKUD6&variant_id=OTV632IE7RALSJamal Khashoggi Not A Big Dealhttps://www.nbcnews.com/world/saudi-arabia/un-investigator-trumps-defense-saudi-crown-prince-jamal-khashoggi-rcna244757See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Masturbation is not a throwaway habit. It is training and you are probably doing it wrong. In this episode, I sit with sexologist and Love Lab host Kevin Anthony to show men how mindful self-pleasure upgrades stamina, sensitivity, and confidence in and out of the bedroom.We cover the biggest mistakes men make, including rushing to the finish and outsourcing arousal to porn. Kevin walks through the arousal scale, edging, and how to separate orgasm from ejaculation. We dig into delayed ejaculation, the “death grip,” desensitization, and how to resensitize your body. We also break down strokers, pumps, condoms, and when meds help or hinder. You get a practical framework to slow down, feel more, and choose when to ejaculate.Timestamps:00:00 Intro02:05 Why a masturbation practice matters for men05:12 How habits train performance in bed06:48 The speed problem and the orgasm gap08:58 Porn use. Hyper-stimulation and desensitization12:52 Delayed ejaculation and loss of sensation15:16 The “death grip.” Injury and numbness risks17:48 Edging, tantra, and Taoist ejaculation frequency21:22 Orgasm vs ejaculation. Physiology and separation24:58 Mindful masturbation. Arousal scale and pacing28:12 Step-by-step: build, back off, repeat, choose the finish29:56 Tools and strokers. When they help. When they hurt32:04 Pumps vs meds. Health-first strategy and retention rings34:56 Mindset shift. Slow down, train, feel more36:22 Lightning round: definition of sex, best multi-orgasmic run, beach fantasy38:10 Wrap-up. Want a deeper look? Watch the full episode on YouTube for a more visual experience of today's discussion. This episode is best enjoyed on video—don't miss out!Karen Bigman, a Sexual Health Alliance Certified Sex Educator, Life, and Menopause Coach, tackles the often-taboo subject of sexuality with a straightforward and candid approach. We explore the intricacies of sex during perimenopause, post-menopause, and andropause, offering insights and support for all those experiencing these transformative phases.This podcast is not intended to give medical advice. Karen Bigman is not a medical professional. For any medical questions or issues, please visit your licensed medical provider.Looking for some fresh perspective on sex in midlife? You can find me here:Email: karen@taboototruth.comWebsite: https://www.taboototruth.com/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/taboototruthYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@taboototruthpodcastAbout the Guest:Kevin Anthony is a Certified Sexologist by the American Board of Sexology, a Certified Tantra Counselor, Certified Neuro Linguistic Programming Practitioner, and a Sex, Love & Relationship coach. For over 10 years I have worked with men, women, and couples to help them have stronger, happier, more loving relationships, and the best sex of their lives!He is also the host of “The Love Lab Podcast”, co-founder of the popular YouTube channel

The book Relentless Pursuit: My Fight for the Victims of Jeffrey Epstein by Bradley J. Edwards (co-written with Brittany Henderson) tells the story of how Edwards, a Florida-based victims' rights attorney, took on the case against Jeffrey Epstein—beginning when a teenage survivor named Courtney Wild came to him in 2008 claiming abuse by Epstein. Edging into a legal fight that spanned more than a decade, Edwards details how Epstein's network of exploitation didn't just depend on his own wealth and power, but on a corrupt system of defeasance, secret deals and powerful enablers.In the book, Edwards lays bare how the infamous 2008 non-prosecution agreement, how Epstein operated largely unchallenged for years, and how survivors fought to hold both Epstein and his enablers accountable. He recounts the legal battles, the intimidation, the sealed plea deals, and the resilience of survivors demanding justice. Along the way he also shines light on Ghislaine Maxwell's shadowy role, how Epstein's social circles converged with elite power, and how the system was repeatedly manipulated to shield him—making the book much more than a courtroom memoir, but a deep dive into systemic failure.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.com

0:00 — Welcome! Unfortunate last names you have to say on a broadcast 5:10 — Sam Houston defeats Oregon State and the guys call the head coach13:00 — NCAAF Week in Review: Peter doesn't like Gus Johnson's IU-Penn State call; gritty Indiana win Heisman odds; how should the committee view Oregon & Indiana's win(s) over Penn State; Oregon guts out win over Iowa37:35 — NCAAF big games preview, bets43:50 — NFL Week in Review: Best & worst bets of the weekend, Sean Payton conspiracy, Jonathan Taylor is on another level, MVP discussion, petty Mike McDaniel1:09:05 — NFL Preview, bets, survivor pool 

The book Relentless Pursuit: My Fight for the Victims of Jeffrey Epstein by Bradley J. Edwards (co-written with Brittany Henderson) tells the story of how Edwards, a Florida-based victims' rights attorney, took on the case against Jeffrey Epstein—beginning when a teenage survivor named Courtney Wild came to him in 2008 claiming abuse by Epstein. Edging into a legal fight that spanned more than a decade, Edwards details how Epstein's network of exploitation didn't just depend on his own wealth and power, but on a corrupt system of defeasance, secret deals and powerful enablers.In the book, Edwards lays bare how the infamous 2008 non-prosecution agreement, how Epstein operated largely unchallenged for years, and how survivors fought to hold both Epstein and his enablers accountable. He recounts the legal battles, the intimidation, the sealed plea deals, and the resilience of survivors demanding justice. Along the way he also shines light on Ghislaine Maxwell's shadowy role, how Epstein's social circles converged with elite power, and how the system was repeatedly manipulated to shield him—making the book much more than a courtroom memoir, but a deep dive into systemic failure.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

Ep. #791 | The key to translating your mindful edging practice into better stamina with a partner may not be what you expect.⚡️ Work with me 1on1 — ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.holisticalpha.com/coaching⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

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Today's episode is all about my favorites from October, plus some more details about my garden expansion!Dakota Tin Garden EdgingStakes from AmazonOSO Stem PullerUnbrushThree Ships Lip TreatmentCounter EssenceCounter Face MistGrow & Flourish Goal Setting BundleFollow me on Instagram

Bankruptcy box inspection. Edging. Kristen Bell is under fire for her anniversary post. Will Charlie marry Christa before she turns 40? Former Google CEO, Eric Schmidt, has been accused of stalking, abuse, and digital surveillance of his ex-mistress.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Feminine cars, 44 gallons of glaze, and karaoke. Father faces murder charges after his two-year-old died in a hot car while he was looking for pornography and gaming. Bankruptcy box inspection. Edging. Kristen Bell is under fire for her anniversary post. Will Charlie marry Christa before she turns 40? Former Google CEO, Eric Schmidt, has been accused of stalking, abuse, and digital surveillance of his ex-mistress. Rover needs to get a protective film for his windshield. Using ChatGPT for sexual gratification. Trump is thinking of commuting Diddy's sentence. A new drug that claims to help non-verbal autistic people. Hackers try to hold BBC ransom. Would you sell your company out for a cash payout? Rover received a handwritten letter trying to scam him. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Bankruptcy box inspection. Edging. Kristen Bell is under fire for her anniversary post. Will Charlie marry Christa before she turns 40? Former Google CEO, Eric Schmidt, has been accused of stalking, abuse, and digital surveillance of his ex-mistress.  

Feminine cars, 44 gallons of glaze, and karaoke. Father faces murder charges after his two-year-old died in a hot car while he was looking for pornography and gaming. Bankruptcy box inspection. Edging. Kristen Bell is under fire for her anniversary post. Will Charlie marry Christa before she turns 40? Former Google CEO, Eric Schmidt, has been accused of stalking, abuse, and digital surveillance of his ex-mistress. Rover needs to get a protective film for his windshield. Using ChatGPT for sexual gratification. Trump is thinking of commuting Diddy's sentence. A new drug that claims to help non-verbal autistic people. Hackers try to hold BBC ransom. Would you sell your company out for a cash payout? Rover received a handwritten letter trying to scam him.

Pien Meulensteen is joined by former England defender Phil Jagielka and The Sunday Times chief football writer, Jonathan Northcroft, as Scotland take one step closer to the World Cup having beaten Belarus 2-1. On a night where Steve Clarke broke the record for managing Scotland in more games than anyone else, he says he's "possibly as disappointed as I have been over the whole 72" games.With six points in October, Scotland have got their job done in terms of World Cup qualifying- but why were supporters booing their team off at Hampden? The panel look ahead to England's World Cup qualifier against Latvia. Has Thomas Tuchel got squad selection right? How similar will the England squad look next summer?In domestic football news, what does Steven Gerrard turning down the Rangers job say about the club's current position?Time codes: 0'35 Scotland chat 9'28 Why was Ben Gannon-Doak so impressive?  16'26 Hear from Steve Clarke  18'09 England chat 29'00 Who makes Phil and Jonathan's England World Cup starting XI, at this moment?  31'50 Why would Gerrard not be drawn to the Rangers job?

This week, Vee and Elle sit down with journalist and sexual freedom philosopher Nicolle Double L to explore the intersection of BDSM, psychedelics, and sexuality as tools for self-discovery and healing. The conversation dives into cervical orgasms, DMT release, altered states, and how sex can mirror a psychedelic journey, especially when paired with presence and aftercare. The discussion delves into the neurochemistry of orgasms, the therapeutic aspects of BDSM, and the significance of set and setting in both sexual and psychedelic experiences.Chapters: Introduction and Connection To Writing, Shame, and BDSM (00:00)The Role of MDMA and Psychedlics in Healing (13:49)Does MDMA Ruin Sober Sex? (17:03) The Neuroscience of Edging, Orgasms and Psychedlelics (25:40)The Parallels of Set, Setting and Integration After Sex/BDSM Experiences As Seen in Psychedelic Experiences (29:03)What is Integration?  Ex: Aftercare or Honest Space For Feedback & Reflection (32:30)Safe Space vs Brave Space (35:16)Do Cervical Orgasms release DMT?  (39:55)Visions and Taste Changes During Orgasms (47:18)The Descent of Inanna: The First Dominatrix?  (53:46)Rape Fantasy or Consual Non-Consent (CNC) (57:07)BDSM: Flow States, The Default Network Mode (DNM), the Suspension of Selfhood, Good Dom Vs Bad Dom  (59:28)Listener Q/A: If You Are Experimenting With Psychedlics, What Should Take Into Consideration To Not Have A Bad Experience?  (01:10:18)Nicolle Double L articles referenced in this episode:Can MDMA Increase Women's Sexual Desire?Do Orgasms Cause the Release of DMT?BDSM is the temporary suspension from the burden of selfhoodSign up for her substack to get more!The Sexual Freedom Philosopher Substack Follow:Instagram nicolledoublelInstagram menwhotakebathsLearn More:Nicolle Double L's LinkTreeWhere to find us, and how you can support us:Instagram: @girlsgonedeeppod Merch: girlsgonedeep.com/shop Woo More Play Affiliate Link: Support us while you shop! WHOREible Life: Get 10% off your deck with code GONEDEEP at whoreiblelife.com Instagram: @wlthegameContact: girlsgonedeep@gmail.com © 2025 GGD Alchemy, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

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PSR Podcast is a listener supported outreach of Be Broken Ministries. Partner with us through giving at BeBroken.org/donate. Thank you for your support!----------In this episode, I welcome back Vern Tompke to discuss the evolving challenges men face in recovering from pornography addiction. We dive into this concept of “edging”—using social media  or other kinds of media for arousal without fully acting out—and how today's digital landscape complicates recovery. Vern shares his personal journey, practical strategies, and the importance of daily connection and removing triggers. Together, we explore the biological, emotional, and spiritual sides of addiction, emphasizing that true recovery isn't just about avoidance, but about pursuing a richer, more connected life.To learn more about Vern and the resources he has, visit BandofBrothers.care.Topics Covered in this Episode:The concept of "edging" in relation to pornography addiction and recovery.Vern Tompke's personal journey with pornography addiction and his transition into helping others.The impact of social media platforms on recovery and the new challenges they present.The biological, emotional, and spiritual dimensions of addiction and recovery.The importance of daily connection and accountability in the recovery process.The distinction between "red," "yellow," and "green" behaviors in the context of recovery.The role of dopamine and intermittent reinforcement in addiction and recovery.The necessity of replacing unhealthy behaviors with positive activities.The misconception that recovery is solely about avoiding pornography.The long-term journey of recovery and the importance of pursuing a fulfilling life beyond addiction.More Resources:Finding Traction CourseFinding Traction PodcastIntegrity Webinar for MenRelated Podcasts:Navigating the Three Stages of Recovery from Porn AddictionThe Stopwatch Acting Out CycleA 3-Year Roadmap of Recovery and Emotional Growth----------Please rate and review our podcast: Apple PodcastsFollow us on our Vimeo Channel.

A Cheated-on Halloween Spectre Dead husband returns for revenge on wife and lover. Based on a post by LitEro Cat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The thin curtain between the living and the dead realms is weakest on All Saints Eve. Wraiths like me begin to cross into the living domain at the stroke of local midnight, but at the 3AM. witching hour, the veil briefly ceases to exist. For one hour, we can easily cross both ways. At midnight on All Saints Day, the curtain becomes impenetrable and we are stuck on either side until the next Halloween. I'm here in my former bedroom in San Diego, to avenge my murder, by my not-so-loving wife, not merely to watch her sleeping naked with my former best friend. Dead exactly one year, I've had that long to practice my deathly powers. Our atoms are spread to a tenth of our former density which allows us to appear to fly and to pierce denser objects. The only real new power we have is to affect gravity at a tiny level. That is how I can pull the sheet off my wife and her lover. I can see and feel quite well, even hear, taste, and smell the fresh scent of sex from my bed. The taste of pheromone is strong, especially when I raise her leg and lick her pussy or his shrunken cock. He is still coated in their mixed cum, so she chose not to lick him clean, as usual. I spread her pussy lips and see his cum oozing out of her.  So, she shaved her red bush for him. When I lick her clit, she stirs. "Oh Bill, I can't go again. Isn't twice in an hour enough for you?" I started moving his hand off her tit, which wakes him. I raise his dick and squeeze it, as I shove some dense air hard on his balls. Twice in an hour? I was lucky to get it twice a month. "Ow! Kim, there's no need to hurt me. I was asleep. Is that how you treated Ken after sex? No wonder he was always grumpy. Don't treat me like that, or you can end up like he did." "Are you seriously threatening me? You woke me by fingering my pussy and rubbing your cock against my ass." She rolled onto her back, knees up and apart, pussy spread and leaking, big tits sloping sideways to her pits. Her red hair formed a halo around her head. She was as beautiful as I remembered, and gave me an ecto-hard on; well we don't have blood to do it, so ectoplasm has to "fill in" for it. Did I mention that we have no use for clothes so we are naked and use ectoplasm to disguise that when needed? Today, it wasn't needed. My cock swelled bigger than in life, at the thought of eating her. As soon as she dozed off again, I drifted down from the ceiling, planted my face on her wet pussy, and lapped up some cream pie on my way to her clit. My tongue pushed her hood side-to-side until it presented her hard pearly glans. I sucked and nibbled it just as she liked. She gasped and her head shot hard left. A long groan escaped her as her chest, tits and neck flushed. I still had the skills. "Oh Bill, oh. I said no more tonight. I thought you hated cream pie. Ken used to nibble on my clit like that and eat his cum. I forgot how much I miss that. Bill?" Her bright green eyes squinted. Bill was lightly snoring. Angered, she straddled his face, pulled his jaw open and spread her wet pussy to let his spent cum fill his own mouth. His body spasmed and tried to force her off, but she gripped the back of his neck and held on. He had no choice but to swallow his salty cream. He sputtered; she laughed. Seeds of discontent planted, I floated away to look for my laptop. It was in its usual place. In my small desk drawer, sat my collection of flash drives including a new pack of three. I had to create a scalpel to cut open the pack then plugged a new one into the PC. With a delicate touch, I opened WordPerfect and began typing these notes. Once I get them to admit on my USB recorder who killed me and how, I can send that to the police and have my revenge. It's 8AM. and they are eating, naked, as I listen in. They are planning to attend a one-year ceremony for me. Watching my ex bustle around the kitchen makes her sweet ass jiggle, her tits dance, and two cocks stiffen. Bill swings her around to straddle his lap and slides her smoothly onto his cock. Though I hate her, I still crave her fucking awesome body. "Oh, you feel so good, deep inside me. Bill, how long have you practiced that move? I think the first time you pulled that on me, was four years ago, when Ken insisted we go to a carnival commando, all of us. He made the mistake of removing my panties in front of you; then flashing my bare pussy as proof. That was the first time I saw your cock too, when you guys both stripped in front of me. We laughed, but that was the start for us, wasn't it?" "Yes. I recall Ken squeezing my dick and passing it to you to stroke and watch it swell. At the carnival, both of us kept spinning you so your dress flew up and you flashed everyone around. We all laughed. It wasn't until later that night, in this very kitchen, that I pulled that move and impaled you on my cock the first time. Your dress settled on us and we both felt the sparks. Then Ken came in with some wine. You went for glasses, but the fool didn't know I had just claimed your snug pussy. He must have seen me stuffing my cock away, yet said nothing. I guess he trusted us." Four years? I was a fool. That's, that's  when she started refusing me sex. So they were fucking for three years before my death. Maybe if I embarrass her enough, and make her blame Bill, I can get them arguing. That will be tough since she likes exposing herself, if she can't be blamed. Wait. Is that the mourning dress she's wearing? It's backless, low on top and high on bottom. At least it's black. It's a cocktail dress for seduction, hardly for mourning. No panties or bra, just a diamond pendant to draw attention to her shapely tits. It tapers at the waist, then has a wide zipper to the bottom. I can work with that. My ceremony was at a small church. The front entrance was across a creek with a 100-foot bridge over it. Parking was near the bridge, then we had to walk it, and everyone took a moment to absorb the quiet landscape. Ignoring the gossip about disrespecting me, they walked hand-in-hand to the bridge. She shook free and walked a step ahead of him; a pretense of respect. Once she was free of him, I acted. Before she reached the middle of the bridge, I lifted her skirt to her ribs exposing her sweet ass and wanton pussy to all our old friends. She fought the dress and scowled at Bill. When she straightened up, I pushed both narrow straps off her shoulders and down to her waist. Both luscious bouncy tits, capped with hard nipples, lit up in the bright sunshine. She squealed, bringing more attention to her beautiful tits. Then glared at Bill, who shrugged innocently. She turned to go back to the car, but Bill stopped her and reminded her how inappropriate it would be to miss her husband's ceremony. She was expected to praise me from a lectern. Her angry glare burned through Bill. He dropped back a few more steps, yet the back of her dress went up above her waist in the breeze I created. Bill had to choose whether to risk telling her. He chose to stay quiet and, with the others, watched her big round naked ass wiggle across the bridge. In the church, Bill wisely chose to sit in the first row, but across the aisle from where Kim sat. The minister came to Kim and clipped a small wireless microphone to her dress. Then he started a recording of the event, to give Kim later. Finally, he opened the meeting and said a few general words. Then he introduced Kim, my "grieving" wife. When she moved into the narrow aisle, I moved her hand behind her and unzipped her dress, then slid it off. With the dress on the floor, she stood naked except for her shoes. She gasped and froze, leaving her sexy, inappropriate ass exposed to everyone. She glanced at Bill who threw his hands up. The minister had a perfect full frontal view, and stood open-mouthed. Now she was finally embarrassed; not at being naked, but at believing that everyone thought She had deliberately stripped. After a long red-faced moment where the entire front row drooled over her big swinging tits, she bent, exposing her pussy and ass hole, as she exclaimed in a loud voice that She didn't do that and it was a cheap prank by her former friend, Bill. As soon as she touched her dress, I licked her pussy which made her squeak and fall on the floor face up and legs apart, facing the gathering and making a lovely spectacle. Dress in hand, big tits dancing, she stumbled to her feet then ran past the minister, to the rest room, while the congregation sat in stunned silence. I flew through the restroom door and stared at her confused face and beautiful naked body. She leaned against a wall and tried sorting things out. When she covered her face with both hands, I ran two ecto-fingers into her wet pussy with care. She gasped. When I rubbed her clit side-to-side and sucked it, she shouted my name. The little wireless microphone caught it. The gathering assumed that was in grief. Her eyes closed, her hands gripped the wall; she began gasping louder. I edged her toward a loud orgasm; she groaned when I stopped. Edging her again got her moaning and calling my name. Sweat ran down her naked body as she twisted and shouted a stream of obscenities until I reached her G spot and twisted another finger into her tight ass. "Oh, Yes, Yes, fuck me Ken. It must be you. Bill doesn't measure up to you. He doesn't know your tricks with my clit, or G-spot, or my ass. I forgot how much, Oh-Oh, I miss sex with you. I'm so sorry we killed you. It was Bill's idea to rub peanut oil in your Halloween mask before the party. Oh-Oh, fuck me harder. After you went into shock, I swapped your mask with a clean one. I'm so sorry! Please, Bill. Please Fuck me like I used to let you!" Someone was banging hard on the door. I leaned my head through it and saw it was Bill. It was time to share a new trick with her. I formed an ecto cock, a foot long. After licking her tasty twat, I pushed my new phantom cock fully into her and made it triple width so it rubbed her lower clit and her G spot together. Her eyes crossed. As she started to climax, I twisted my ecto-finger in her ass and gave her the most intense orgasm she ever had, one that she would never have again. The minister unlocked the door and he and Bill found her confused, rubbing her clit, and drooling on the floor. Bill helped her up and put her dress on her before carrying her out to the car. I rushed home and finished typing these notes and saved them to the flash drive before my murderers arrived. As they pulled into the driveway, I opened the garage door, pulled my bike off the hangers, and rode it past them and down the road. Since they couldn't see me, all they saw was a "living" bike pedal away on its own. I flew back inside quickly. When they approached the only kitchen entry, they found it blocked by all the canned goods from the open pantry. Kim screamed. Epilogue: She accused Bill of stripping her in front of the gathering; he denied it and could not convince her. They broke up that night. The next day, police arrested them both for my murder and conspiracy. The church recording and all the witnesses to the spontaneous confession gave probable cause. I decided to hang around longer than I intended. Since I missed my window to return to the land of the dead, I watched the trial, conviction, and start of their life sentences. While I'm stuck here with the living, I visit Kim in her prison cell and fuck her daily. She scares her Hispanic cellmate when she shudders and cums. The Latina is convinced it's voodoo. The doctor thinks she is epileptic and treats her with stupefying meds and restraints. On random days, during her lunch period, I strip her in front of the lesbian prisoners and guards, bend her over a table, and fuck her to shivering orgasms as they watch. She finishes her lunch naked.  I won't say what I do to Bill, daily. Nor what the Sexual predators make sport of doing, after they saw him bent over bare-assed. It will be Halloween every day for her, until I cross back. Revenge is so sweet. Jan's Ghost Guest Pam wants her house back and haunts a housewarming. LitEro Cat Ghost Guest A month after buying a distressed house, then getting it into 'move-in' shape, we threw a housewarming party for friends and new neighbors. Everything was going smoothly that day, I even kept my weekly tennis outing that Saturday. On the way home, I picked up the Deli order and just needed to change into a casual party outfit, before the guests arrived. Arriving home ,I saw the drier had failed to dry the laundry, including my intended party wardrobe choice. So I left on my tennis outfit and helped Jake set out the beverages and snacks. Then the doorbell rang, and I greeted my first guests. The few neighbors who came, were less outgoing than I hoped. Jake invited coworkers  their spouses, and his hunting buddies. I invited a few couples, too. They seemed to form their own groups, with shielded whisperings whenever they looked at me or my husband, Jake. I approached one whom I knew from work, Bev, and asked about the secrecy. "Well, Jan, you know; a notorious single woman died in this house. The agent must have told you."  She hadn't. Bev filled me in; "Pam was in her forties, divorced, and had a reputation for sleeping around, yet she was bitter and miserable when she got sick. She died suddenly, and no one went to her funeral. She loved this house, especially her 'meditation' room, which you converted into your workout room. Thanks for the open invitation, but don't expect any more to come. Jake's den was her 'special guest' room where she 'entertained.' Some say she still haunts this place and they won't enter." "Isn't that silly, believing in ghosts?" I smirked. A glass slid across the buffet table and crashed on the floor, though no one was near the table. The crowd hushed and stared. "No worries.” I assured them all. “Someone must have bumped the table. Jake, would you clean that up?" House Tour. I continued to show the house. When I got to the meditation room, something swiftly unzipped and pulled my short tennis skirt to the floor. No one was near me. As I quickly fixed it and reached up to show pull bar on the Nautilus exercise machine, my crop top pulled off me with so much force, it pulled me off balance, then it flew across the room. Some guests trembled in fear, others simply smiled knowingly, and looked around. Before I let go of the pull bar, to fetch my top, my bra unclipped and flew across the room. As if baring my tits to my guests wasn't enough, something bonded my grip to the bar and held my arms straight up. Every man there tented his slacks. Still in denial, and refusing to be embarrassed, I begged, "Great gag. Who's doing this?" "Say what I say, or more punishment comes." came a hoarse voice in my ear. Startled, I looked around and shouted to empty air, "No. I won't say that. Who are you?" The crowd of about 15 people looked at me and stared at my dangling tits. Then, my mouth spoke Pam's words, "Everybody Join Me. Show Off Your Tits. Come Look At Mine And Feel Them."  Two women then bared their tits, staring at me, entranced. Their men approached me and felt my tits. They pinched my nipples, shrugged, and walked away. When they approached the door, it slammed shut. No one could open it. Though my arms were still held up, Pam was more annoyed and pulled my skirt to the floor again. I shrieked and stood topless in my sheer thong. My guests began to understand my connection to Pam. The same two men circled me and examined my ass with their eyes and fingers as others felt panic rise. Pam finally released my grip, and I sat at the workout bench.  The ghost named Pam then forced my arms down, made them unzip the men, and extract their stiff cocks. "Repeat for me, Pam ordered. Then I declared her words; “These Two Happily Married Men, And Others Of You, Frequented My Guest Room, And Tasted My Charms." Pam controlled my hands as I jerked the two men, as their wives and other guests watched. The men resisted, yet stepped out of their slacks as if in a trance, and felt up my flawless ass. When I strained to stop jerking the men, Pam whispered, "Still resisting? Okay."  I was pressed onto my back, lying on the workout bench. I was Still stroking two big, stiff cocks, my thong got yanked, then started to slide down. When my minimal bush appeared, the two topless women gasped and rubbed themselves; their husbands smiled. The loss of my thong exposed my stiff clit. Seeing no harm in Pam's control, I began to enjoy showing off my body without shame. Several men moaned, including Jake. When the loss of the thong exposed my swollen labia, as the stretchy little cloth fell to my feet, I was deliciously naked in my housewarming, in front of my captive audience. To keep up appearances, I shouted, "Someone help. What's happening?" I wondered if they could see how wet I was. "We tried to warn you.” Bev said. “Pam was a vindictive bitch. She's not done with you yet." "Well, this is my house now and I make the rules." That may have been too much for Pam to accept. She whispered, "Really? Let's move to the weight bench and see." Against my will, Both my tits rose up as if pulled by my nipples, then dropped heavily. My mouth dropped with the sudden pain. Looking down, I saw my nipples being twisted and pinched though no one touched me. Something kicked my feet apart and spread my lips open for my guests. I felt a cold chill lick me, and then something unseen enter my pussy. It felt bigger than any cock I'd ever had in me. The pain matched the pleasure it gave. My clit shifted and jumped from its hood. I felt teeth scraping it. When my tits were squeezed and released, with my nipples twisting up tall and hard, I screamed out an ear-piercing climax. Hanging my gasping head, I fell to my knees and pulled the two cocks I still held; to my mouth. Already at the edge, my tongue lapping their cocks was enough to make both cum around and in my mouth. As I swallowed their cum, a chilly finger twisted into my ass. I came again and fell on my chest as the cold finger fucked my ass. I'm No stranger to anal, and that was still something wonderful and new. The two wives, already knowing their husbands had sought out Pam for casual sex, watched their men cum on me. Their fingers were quietly in their panties, jilling their pussies and rubbing their clits. They twisted their tall nipples and climaxed when their husbands did. Everyone watched the two women fully strip, then attack each other's husband expecting their stiffness to last longer after their release. Pam smiled knowing the town's secrets and seeing that one exposed. The icy finger left my ass; I sighed. Though I began believing, I said, "This is an elaborate trick. I still won't believe in ghosts." "Really? Explain This."  Speaking Pam's words, I said, "No one has helped Jan arrange anything  in this room, so no one knows what's in Jan's closet. Yet I do." The closet door swung open, revealing a box which fell open, off the high shelf. In it were several vibrators. One of them lifted up and moved to my hand. Still naked, cum covered, and several feet from anyone, I levitated a few feet. Turned to face the weight bench face down, I felt an angled pillow move under me. When I lay across it with my hips on it, I knew my bare ass was offered to all. With my legs pulled apart, my rear hole and special rear view of my swollen, wet pussy were clearly lit. I heard someone whisper, "Beautiful pussy." I sighed with pride. A spanking paddle flew out of the closet and slammed my ass hard on one cheek. Jake later told me my ass flushed bright red as I screamed. My arms were pinned so I had no defense against the hard whack on my other cheek. "Believe Me Now, Bitch?" "No!" "Now you're just being stubborn. Or are you starting to enjoy this? Can't have that."  My sexy cheeks spread, my lusty pussy on display, Pam showed everyone my winking, crinkled hole. The vibrator in my hand flew up and twisted itself into my pussy before turning on. Another vibrator flew from the box and wormed its way into my ass before turning on. The paddle went high, then slapped one cheek hard before rising again and slapping the other. I groaned and climaxed again as if full of two, big cocks. Bev said, "Jan, give up. She will just continue to torture you until you do.” Give her what she demands. Then The fun will end." "OK. I believe you, Pam. Are you satisfied, bitch? Show yourself. What do you want?" In Pam's voice, "I want my home back. But I know I need someone to be my contact. If you refuse, then you must move out." I answered, "If you can live here peacefully with us, we can have fun together. May I have my clothes back?" "Not yet, Jan. Let's move to the new den." I flew off the bench and landed in front of my guests. Bev passed me a napkin to wipe the cum off my face. In the den, Pam spoke through me again, "My Queen bed took most of this room. This is where I fucked most of the men here, and went down with several women. Jan should know who her neighbors are." Jake flew up a few feet, threw up his arms, and his shirt flew off. The rest of his clothes flew off next and he was as naked as I was. Everything on his desk slid to the floor as Jake gently lay on his back there with his stiff cock pointing up. His knees came up with a grunt as his cock bent stiffly down. He moaned, "oh, so cold," as a misty image of a beautiful, shapely, greenish, young woman appeared above him with her cheeks sucking on his cock. Many terrified fingers pointed; Bev said, "That's her; that's Pam.” Another said; “I'd know her perfect tits and ass anywhere. Oops." Her secret was out. It was not to be the last. Pam pointed at Bev and in Pam's voice she said. "Yes, Bev and I were lovers. Jake here was one of my clients for several years, though Jan didn't know. I pushed him to buy my house from probate, so we could continue to fuck, with a provision. I wanted him and Jan to be my daily lovers and all my other clients to be welcome here in my bed. Jake agreed. Do you agree, Jan? Watch what I can make your husband do for me and in you."  Jake lurched and grunted several times as he launched a fountain of cum into Pam's mouth and through her head. The plume of cum fell back through her and landed on his balls.  "Bev, come lick this up. Jan, we await your decision." Pam was All smiles as Bev approached Jake, hungry for his cum, her clothes fell off with each step. By the time she spread his legs, she was tit-slinging naked in front of her neighbors, yet she didn't mind. She lifted his balls and began licking them clean, his shaft, his crown, and sucking the last of his cream from him. He was so thrilled with the intense warmth of her mouth, he came again, nearly filling her cheeks. I'd never seen my husband launch his cum like that, or Bev naked and hungry like that. When I approached, Bev was sharply bent over. I knelt behind her, spread her smooth cheeks and licked her wrinkled hole as my thumb pumped her pussy and spread her tangy juice around her anus. When I gently shifted her clit, she gifted me with a flood of her nectar. I fingered myself and mixed my juice with hers. The taste made me dizzy. She made Jake cum again and swallowed it all. I stood and settled my sex against her warm ass. Pam, still floating above them, rotated until her legs spread around me and I saw, then tasted her chilly, soaked pussy. Nearly as dense as when alive, I mumbled into her sweet-tasting pussy, "Yes, Yes. I accept. I want this pussy daily and I want all of you to feel free to visit us like this. We'll also have a monthly party for all of you. Thank you, Pam." Based on a post by LitEro Cat, for Literotica.

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Sometimes horror doesn't need a killer in a mask—it just needs gravity, leaky plumbing, and a loose screw. This week Pete, Tommy, Kynan, and Chelsea dive headlong into the beautifully deranged contraptions of fate in the Final Destination series. We zero in on films one, two, five, and six, skipping the middle entries (with Chelsea reluctantly leaving her beloved roller coaster behind) to track how the franchise evolved from eerie paranoia to glossy spectacle—and sometimes back again.What makes these films so uniquely unnerving? They erase the safe distance of supernatural slashers and drop death right in our kitchens, on our highways, and even at the optometrist. From the infamous log truck pile-up in Final Destination 2 to the unexpectedly brilliant twist of Final Destination 5, the series keeps daring us to see everyday objects as lethal Rube Goldberg machines. Along the way, we debate the rules of death (are they rules or just improv?), celebrate Tony Todd as the connective tissue of the franchise, and wrestle with whether the overpolished look of Bloodlines makes its gore more cartoonish than chilling. And yes, we all pick our favorite kills—expect airbags, bathtubs, and gymnastic mats to come up in conversation.It's a franchise that's as much about philosophy as phobia—existential dread wrapped in popcorn horror, where the fun lies in watching fate toy with its victims like a sadistic game master. Whether you love the paranoia of not knowing which object will strike next or the catharsis of absurd spectacle, Final Destination has a death with your name on it. Join us, as we laugh, squirm, and admit how these movies have ruined car rides, kitchen appliances, and even snow globes forever.Featured FilmsTonight's Quadruple Feature:Final Destination 1 - Apple TV | Amazon | LetterboxdFinal Destination 2 - Apple TV | Amazon | LetterboxdFinal Destination 5 - Apple TV| Amazon | LetterboxdFinal Destination Bloodlines - Apple TV | Amazon | Letterboxd

For months President Donald Trump has been pressuring the Federal Reserve Chairman Jerome Powell to cut interest rates, calling him "too slow" and "too late." FOX Business correspondent Gerri Willis speaks with Nancy Tengler, CEO & CIO of Laffer Tengler Investments, about the crucial inflation data ahead this week and why it is likely to impact the magnitude of the forecasted rate cut from the Fed. Photo Credit: AP Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

For months President Donald Trump has been pressuring the Federal Reserve Chairman Jerome Powell to cut interest rates, calling him "too slow" and "too late." FOX Business correspondent Gerri Willis speaks with Nancy Tengler, CEO & CIO of Laffer Tengler Investments, about the crucial inflation data ahead this week and why it is likely to impact the magnitude of the forecasted rate cut from the Fed. Photo Credit: AP Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

For months President Donald Trump has been pressuring the Federal Reserve Chairman Jerome Powell to cut interest rates, calling him "too slow" and "too late." FOX Business correspondent Gerri Willis speaks with Nancy Tengler, CEO & CIO of Laffer Tengler Investments, about the crucial inflation data ahead this week and why it is likely to impact the magnitude of the forecasted rate cut from the Fed. Photo Credit: AP Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

After a weekend of hopescrolling™ the crew gets together to talk about one of the more fun aspects of this constant news cycle hellscape, The Pentagon Pizza Index.  Correlative? Absolutely.  Wild? Of course.  This is of course American Politics. https://www.pizzint.watch/  This link here folks https://jordanrannells.com/ https://waywardraven.com/ FOLLOW THIS LINK FOR SOME AWESOME FLAGS FROM FLAGS […]

Join your regularly scheduled boys of the APDC with special guests 2 Mikes 2 Furious as we review season 2, episode 2, “Coming of the Fuzors pt 1,” from the 1997 classic animated series, Beast Wars: Transformers!Fluid legislation!! Drowned in pudding!!! Those that get, get it!!! 2 Mikes, 2 Furious Talks ReAnimated and “Mighty” Marty Isenberg!! Golden discs all around!! Dinobot double-disguised! A solo luno situation!! Waspinator trashed!! Introducing Wolf-eagle and Cobra-scorpion!!! Good bye, Bad Cop…hello, Good Cop!! How do you even know what a cheetah is?!? Dinobot's soliloquy!!! In the Real World! Iconic Moment!! Voice Actors!! Fade to sepia-grey!! Tarnation!!!5:00 - 2M2F!55:00 - SHOUT OUTS56:00 - COCKTAIL1:00:45 - REVIEW2:14:30 - REAL WORLD2:32:30 - SCRIPT DEVIATIONS2:35:00 - RATE THE SCHEME2:35:50 - ICONIC MOMENT2:21:40 - NEXT TIME ON APDC

The brothers are back! This week with *checks notes* Halloween Talk?? In August??Merch Link: https://snack-spot-se.creator-spring.comTITC Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/twointhecooler/?hl=enInstacart Link: https://instacart.oloiyb.net/vAWXNSupport the show

As you build out your yard and develop your garden, you'll inevitably find the need to put down some mulch to cover the ground and create pleasing areas around your growing spots. In this episode, Don and John go over a few key points on mulch, edging and maintenence, including things to consider when choosing rock or mulch and how to prevent weeds. Topics: 0:00 Intro 1:33 Today's topic: Mulching 2:12 Listener question: What is this powdery substance on my lilacs? 4:36 How ground cover has changed 9:42 Maitaining rock mulch 11:34 Preventing weeds with a pre-emergent herbicide 19:46 A disadvantage to rock mulch 21:07 Wood mulch; chips vs. shredded 23:52 The advantages and disadvantages of wood mulch 25:02 What to put underneath wood mulch 26:51 Tips for using cardboard under mulch 30:00 Wood vs. rock mulch 31:17 Rubber pellets 35:02 Edging

One of 10 ranked schools from the Southeastern Conference tops this year's AP Top 25 preseason poll. Correspondent Gethin Coolbaugh reports.

In this unfiltered conversation, I sit down with renowned sex and relationship coach Caitlin V. to explore the truths about male performance anxiety, orgasms, slowing down intimacy, and why men might be misunderstanding their own desires — and women's. We discuss how societal pressures create performance myths, the importance of pacing and communication in the bedroom, why curiosity beats confidence, and the misconceptions around anal play, identity, and masculinity. Plus, Caitlin shares her wildest orgasm story and the fantasy she hasn't tried… yet.

Huge thank you to our sponsors, Fusion Gaming Online.You can find them here: www.FusionGamingOnline.com. You want a 5% discount off all of your MTG order? Head over to Fusion Gaming Online and use exclusive promo code: CCONATION at checkout.Want your deck or topic featured on Commander Cookout Podcast?Check out the reward tiers at Patreon.com/CCOPodcast. There are a lot of fun and unique benefits to pledging. Like the CCO Discord or getting your deck featured on the show.Ryan's solo podcast, Commander ad Populum:https://www.spreaker.com/show/commander-ad-populumInterested in MTG/Commander History? Check out Commander History Podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtg-commander-history--6128728You can listen to CCO Podcast anywhere better podcasts are found as well as on CommanderCookout.com.Now, Hit our Theme Song!Social media:https://www.CommanderCookout.comhttps://www.Instagram.com/CommanderCookouthttps://www.Facebook.com/CCOPodcast@CCOPodcast and @CCOBrando on Twitterhttps://www.Patreon.com/CCOPodcasthttps://ko-fi.com/commandercookout

Corbin (@CHosler), DJ (@CardgardenMTG), and Cass (@devotedDruid) talk about Edge of Eternities lore, shifting of the MTG base, and more. Check us out on Youtube because everything is better with video. https://www.youtube.com/BrainstormBrewery 

Owynn & Matty Fryatt react to Cifuentes "edging closer" to King Power Stadium.

In this episode of the Man Within Podcast, Sathiya Sam dives into the myths surrounding recovery from pornography addiction, specifically addressing the differences between edging and slipping. He emphasizes the importance of focusing on root causes rather than getting caught up in minor behaviors. Sathiya also discusses the concept of gooning and how it relates to recovery, encouraging listeners to celebrate small victories in their journey towards lasting freedom from addiction.   Know more about Sathiya's work: JOIN DEEP CLEAN INNER CIRCLE Got a Question? Submit It Anonymously Through This Form Get A Free Copy of The Last Relapse, A Blueprint For Recovery Watch Sathiya on Youtube For More Content Like This   Chapters: (00:00) Debunking Myths in Recovery (02:50) Understanding Edging vs. Slipping (05:45) The Impact of Gooning and Recovery Strategies

In honor of our independence and courtesy of our beloved Friends of the Pod, we present some of the best rants from guests who went off louder than a firework ever could. Lettuce between cheese and meat. Turning 40 with drunken grace. Edging superheroes. It's all here, so sit back, crack open a cold one, and drink in the sweet, unhinged musings of Luenell, Vanessa Bayer, TS Madison, Ms. Pat, Mitra Jouhari, and the golden boy himself. And while you're sitting there reminiscing with rants of yore, remember… this is why our forefathers fought. This… is America.Upcoming shows: crooked.com/eventsFor a closed-captioned version of this episode, click here. For a transcript of this episode, please email transcripts@crooked.com and include the name of the podcast.

Steph Tolev joins us fresh off her Netflix special to talk zoo gorilla attacks, Blue Man Group drama, and tells the grossest story you've ever heard. Will is getting spooked by Ai, Liam opens up about getting arrested as a teen, and Emily has a security guard. Follow Steph: https://www.instagram.com/stephtolev/?hl=en  Steph's Special: https://www.netflix.com/title/81764903 SUPPORT BLANDINO'S PIZZA: https://fridaybeers.shop/collections/af-pod FOLLOW OUR SOCIALS: https://www.flowcode.com/page/almostfridaypod SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS: If you're 21 or older, get 25% OFF your first order + free shipping @IndaCloud with code FRIDAY at https://inda.shop/FRIDAY! #indacloudpod FIND LONG DRINK NEAR YOU: https://thelongdrink.com/AlmostFriday/ Head to https://guyfox.com/friday and use code BEERS for free shipping & $10 off your purchase right now! DOWNLOAD THE BETMGM APP AND USE BONUS CODE “AFPOD” AND YOU WILL GET UP TO A $1500 FIRST BET OFFER ON YOUR FIRST WAGER! https://apps.apple.com/gb/app/betmgm-sports-betting-casino/id6446248500 (00:00) - Intro (00:26) - Birthmark on the Butt (04:53) - Love Island Drama (06:00) - Weekend Recap: Private Security & Josh Brolin Sighting (10:20) - Steph Tolev Joins the Pod (11:49) - Getting a Netflix Comedy Special (14:00) - Blue Man Group (17:44) - Tallest Woman in the World (24:30) - Gorilla Attack? (27:26) - Steph's Dog Ate A Condom (30:11) - Pigman (33:32) - Edging (36:26) - Creepy AI (43:28) - Would You Rather (44:57) - Stunt Dicks (47:07) - Fake IDs (53:11) - Netflix Special Release (58:25) - Poop Cruise (1:12:19) - Cracker of the Week (1:18:26) - Characters Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to another episode of Backlash Podcast. This week, we dive into the world of Northern Wisconsin musky fishing with expert guide Taylor Flannery from Musky Guarantee Guide Service. Taylor shares insights into his current hot streak and offers tips on how to succeed in the challenging musky fishing landscape. We explore the latest trends in bait preference, with a focus on the effectiveness of new baits such as the M9s and M13s, and discuss the intricacies of bucktail retrieves. As we gear up for the 4th of July extended weekend, Taylor provides valuable advice on navigating boat traffic and selecting the right weather windows. Edging into deeper waters, Taylor reveals his strategies for targeting muskies away from the crowded weed lines, focusing on bug hatches and open water baitfish. We also delve into the significance of moon phases in musky fishing, along with engaging stories and practical guidance for all levels of anglers. Whether you're a seasoned musky chaser or new to the scene, this episode offers actionable insights to enhance your fishing experience. Tune in for a dose of fishing wisdom, a sprinkle of musky magic, and prepare to elevate your angling game!

Get ready for an incredibly inspiring on-location episode as Sam sits down with the phenomenal Shannon Jamail – multi-passionate entrepreneur, therapist, mentor, best-selling author, podcast host, and the visionary founder of Retreat Ranch, a breathtaking 46-acre retreat center just outside Austin, Texas. Recorded in one of the barns at the ranch, this conversation is a deep dive into the power of trusting those micro-nudges from the universe, following your gut even when it makes zero logical sense, and how to bring those gigantic visions on your heart to life.Shannon shares the incredible journey of how Retreat Ranch came to be – from an initial vision and a property in California that didn't vibrate, to finding raw Texas land that did, and building it into a haven for connection, joy, and transformation, one step at a time (even through a pandemic!). This episode is a goldmine for anyone dreaming of creating something bigger than themselves. Sam and Shannon explore why in-person retreats are so powerful for clarity (Sam shares how a $15k retreat led to a massive vision expansion!), the importance of stepping into your "discomfort zone" for growth, and how clearing your energetic "gunk" unlocks your intuitive abilities. If you need a reminder that big dreams are built with messy first steps and unwavering trust, this one's for you.

Ready to demystify multiple orgasms and discover how to tap into full-body pleasure? We're joined by one of our favorite sex educators, Sarah Tomchesson—a Certified Sex Educator, Intimacy Coach, Magic Wand's Marketing Director, Vice Chair of SIECUS, and co-host of the queer feminist podcast Fuck Yeah—to unpack everything you need to know about expanding your orgasmic potential. In this episode, you'll learn: What exactly are multiple orgasms, and can everyone experience them?   The common roadblocks that make multiple orgasms tricky to achieve (and how to overcome them)   Essential mindset and environmental tips to set the stage for mind-blowing pleasure   What to avoid—because sometimes the biggest pleasure killers are the things you don't realize   The concept of “full body arousal” and practical ways to cultivate it   Why breath-work is a game-changer—and beginner-friendly breathing techniques tailored for all bodies   The ins and outs of edging: what it is, why it helps, and how to do it without frustration   Sarah's top 3 orgasm-enhancing tips to take your pleasure next-level   If you've been curious about unlocking new layers of sexual empowerment or just want to upgrade your orgasmic toolkit, this episode is pure gold. Plus, Sarah shares how you can work with her to deepen your embodied sexual growth. Don't miss this juicy conversation that'll make you rethink everything you thought you knew about orgasms. Learn more about Sarah Tomchesson: https://sarahtomchesson.com To listen to the Fuck Yeah podcast: https://fuckyeahpod.com Follow her on IG at @sarahtomtom Bonus: Audience member at our last live show put these sex question in our box - we ran out of time to answer theCheck out these episodes for answers to commonly asked sex questions that we couldn't answer at our last live show:   How to make anal pleasurable (#108 & #418)   Meds for mental health and lower libido (#113 & #154)   Queer sex (#20 & #424)  Erectile Dysfunction when meds aren't an option (#184, #281, & #403) Edging and orgasm tips (#80, #249, & #253)    Group play/sex (#256 & #326) & check out July episode with sex party do's and don'ts  Squirting: try getting a Magic Wand (#80 & #249) Fantasizing about something/someone else during sex (#98 & #253) Wanting partner to be more vocal during sex: buy our book Is it common to need hours of sex to be satisfied: listen to this episode with Sarah! Take the Magic Wand challenge AND see why new research shows how using Magic Wand improves more than just your sexual wellness!!! magicwandstudy.com  Get premium access to our behind the scenes episodes here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://shamelesssex.supportingcast.fm⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Do you love us? Do you REALLY love us? Then order ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠our book⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ now! Go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠shamelesssex.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to snag your copy Support Shameless Sex by sending us gifts via our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon Wish List⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Other links: Get 15% off The Perineum Massager with code SHAMELESS at ⁠⁠⁠http://butterwellness.com⁠⁠ Get 10% off + free shipping with code SHAMELESS on Uberlube AKA our favorite lubricant at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://uberlube.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Get 10% off while learning the art of pleasure at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://OMGyes.com/shameless⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Get 15% off all of your sex toys with code SHAMELESSSEX at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://purepleasureshop.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Every Hug Is a Motorboat. It's Palindrome Week! Edging in the yard. You're not evil, you're just wrong. At Korean BBQ You're the Lord of the Rings. Hoo Flung Dung. Dancing With me, Cheek to Cheek. Boat Sushi Train. Get on the bus! No Half Measures for Crazy Neighbor. Let Him Cook! Retirement Queen. Gary Cherone Defender. Very Juniper Forward. Horse Lovin Girls. Scott's Menstrual Cramps with Wendi and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.