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Summer of '65: Part 2 A more enjoyable way to study sex ed. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough. On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking. We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers. Jenna was naked! She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip. “I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place. “Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn't see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question. I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech. “Never mind it was only my breast.” Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess' breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn't take much to provoke an erection back then. “Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!” “I'm OK thanks.” “Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing. I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection. “Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool. Surfacing at the far end she called. “You just have to try this. "It's the most invigorating experience ever! "If you're cowardy custard, I'll turn my back while you dive in. "There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The water is too rough. "Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!” “Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive. I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get out. “Race you!” We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water. “Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!” I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over. It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination. Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping. “Come on then!” “I think I'll stay in for a while.” “Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don't be such a prude!” “I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over.” “You're not going to ravish me, are you?” “Of course not.” “Well that's a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I'll not look while you get to your towel.” She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well. We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said. “If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.” I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe. I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away. I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks. I've got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment. This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften. While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs. “Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again. My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting. “Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed. “Even slower. "Even gentler. "Yes. "Just like that.” Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees. Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.” “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.” We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly. To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly! “Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off. Paula's words hit home hard. “I don't want to be aunty Paula.” I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married' situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day. What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don't think! Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to. What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if? I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of embarrassment. I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop. “You know so and so's lad?” “Yea, him.” “Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.” “No! I wonder where he plans to use them.” “Well there's not much option down his way.” “You mean 'her'?” “Well, who else?” “She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged.” The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere. As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand. We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said. “Can I help you?” Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others. OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask. I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so what's the problem? I approached the till. “Yes, can I help?” Arggggg the agony of it! “A packet of featherlight please!” She turned round to 'that' shelf and said. “Three or twelve?” Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking. “Mmm three please.” She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first? Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated? The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins. We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much. “When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with. “September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met. It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection. My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence. “Paula's right you know. "We must be careful. "I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first. "But we can't unless…” “Unless I get 'something'?” I filled in the blank space. “Yes, until then.” I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something' already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce. “I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure. We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. “Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.” “Next time.” I repeated. We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear. I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions. Tear open the foil packet. Check the condom has the ridge on the outside. Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen. Roll it on to the penis. After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis. Discard the used condom. When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on. So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure. I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result. I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep. Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case. We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It's hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn't know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on. Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna's room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace. There was fumbling for sure. I couldn't master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn't put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties. I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies. I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven. My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven. As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster. Gently and deliciously we removed each other's final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex. “Let's do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace. Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax.. Then I felt it start. Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before. We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex. I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven. She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other's souls. It wasn't a stud performance, but it wan't a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn't just fuck, we actually made love. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Summer of '65: Part 2 A more enjoyable way to study sex ed. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough. On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking. We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers. Jenna was naked! She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip. “I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place. “Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn't see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question. I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech. “Never mind it was only my breast.” Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess' breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn't take much to provoke an erection back then. “Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!” “I'm OK thanks.” “Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing. I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection. “Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool. Surfacing at the far end she called. “You just have to try this. "It's the most invigorating experience ever! "If you're cowardy custard, I'll turn my back while you dive in. "There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The water is too rough. "Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!” “Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive. I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get out. “Race you!” We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water. “Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!” I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over. It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination. Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping. “Come on then!” “I think I'll stay in for a while.” “Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don't be such a prude!” “I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over.” “You're not going to ravish me, are you?” “Of course not.” “Well that's a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I'll not look while you get to your towel.” She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well. We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said. “If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.” I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe. I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away. I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks. I've got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment. This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften. While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs. “Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again. My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting. “Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed. “Even slower. "Even gentler. "Yes. "Just like that.” Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees. Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.” “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.” We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly. To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly! “Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off. Paula's words hit home hard. “I don't want to be aunty Paula.” I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married' situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day. What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don't think! Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to. What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if? I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of embarrassment. I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop. “You know so and so's lad?” “Yea, him.” “Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.” “No! I wonder where he plans to use them.” “Well there's not much option down his way.” “You mean 'her'?” “Well, who else?” “She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged.” The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere. As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand. We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said. “Can I help you?” Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others. OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask. I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so what's the problem? I approached the till. “Yes, can I help?” Arggggg the agony of it! “A packet of featherlight please!” She turned round to 'that' shelf and said. “Three or twelve?” Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking. “Mmm three please.” She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first? Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated? The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins. We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much. “When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with. “September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met. It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection. My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence. “Paula's right you know. "We must be careful. "I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first. "But we can't unless…” “Unless I get 'something'?” I filled in the blank space. “Yes, until then.” I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something' already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce. “I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure. We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. “Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.” “Next time.” I repeated. We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear. I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions. Tear open the foil packet. Check the condom has the ridge on the outside. Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen. Roll it on to the penis. After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis. Discard the used condom. When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on. So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure. I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result. I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep. Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case. We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It's hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn't know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on. Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna's room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace. There was fumbling for sure. I couldn't master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn't put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties. I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies. I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven. My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven. As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster. Gently and deliciously we removed each other's final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex. “Let's do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace. Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax.. Then I felt it start. Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before. We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex. I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven. She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other's souls. It wasn't a stud performance, but it wan't a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn't just fuck, we actually made love. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Summer of '65: Part 2 A more enjoyable way to study sex ed. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough. On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking. We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers. Jenna was naked! She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip. “I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place. “Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn't see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question. I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech. “Never mind it was only my breast.” Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess' breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn't take much to provoke an erection back then. “Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!” “I'm OK thanks.” “Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing. I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection. “Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool. Surfacing at the far end she called. “You just have to try this. "It's the most invigorating experience ever! "If you're cowardy custard, I'll turn my back while you dive in. "There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The water is too rough. "Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!” “Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive. I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get out. “Race you!” We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water. “Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!” I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over. It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination. Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping. “Come on then!” “I think I'll stay in for a while.” “Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don't be such a prude!” “I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over.” “You're not going to ravish me, are you?” “Of course not.” “Well that's a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I'll not look while you get to your towel.” She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well. We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said. “If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.” I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe. I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away. I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks. I've got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment. This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften. While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs. “Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again. My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting. “Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed. “Even slower. "Even gentler. "Yes. "Just like that.” Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees. Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.” “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.” We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly. To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly! “Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off. Paula's words hit home hard. “I don't want to be aunty Paula.” I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married' situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day. What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don't think! Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to. What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if? I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of embarrassment. I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop. “You know so and so's lad?” “Yea, him.” “Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.” “No! I wonder where he plans to use them.” “Well there's not much option down his way.” “You mean 'her'?” “Well, who else?” “She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged.” The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere. As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand. We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said. “Can I help you?” Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others. OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask. I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so what's the problem? I approached the till. “Yes, can I help?” Arggggg the agony of it! “A packet of featherlight please!” She turned round to 'that' shelf and said. “Three or twelve?” Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking. “Mmm three please.” She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first? Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated? The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins. We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much. “When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with. “September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met. It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection. My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence. “Paula's right you know. "We must be careful. "I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first. "But we can't unless…” “Unless I get 'something'?” I filled in the blank space. “Yes, until then.” I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something' already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce. “I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure. We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. “Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.” “Next time.” I repeated. We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear. I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions. Tear open the foil packet. Check the condom has the ridge on the outside. Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen. Roll it on to the penis. After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis. Discard the used condom. When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on. So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure. I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result. I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep. Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case. We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It's hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn't know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on. Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna's room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace. There was fumbling for sure. I couldn't master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn't put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties. I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies. I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven. My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven. As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster. Gently and deliciously we removed each other's final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex. “Let's do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace. Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax.. Then I felt it start. Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before. We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex. I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven. She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other's souls. It wasn't a stud performance, but it wan't a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn't just fuck, we actually made love. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for April 18, 2023 is: dolorous • DOH-luh-rus • adjective Dolorous means "causing, marked by, or expressing misery or grief." // The acerbic and dolorous writings of Charles Bukowski garnered praise among lovers of poetry depicting the lives of the downtrodden in American society. See the entry > Examples: "Having haunted arenas longer than some ghosts haunt cathedrals, the Cure have their live sound down to a towering tee. ... Featherlight guitar filigrees land like hammers, dolorous synth string drones rumble from the deep. [Robert] Smith's agelessly yearning and yelping vocals, his lyrics steeped in suburban ennui and true love against the big, bad world, are the voice of the eternal moody teen." — Malcolm Jack, The Guardian (London), 5 Dec. 2022 Did you know? If you've ever studied a Romance language, you've likely run into words related to Latin dolor, meaning "pain" or "grief." Indeed, Spanish, French, Italian, Portuguese, and Romanian all refer to pain using descendants of dolor. English (which despite its many Latinate terms is categorized as a Germanic language) has dolor to thank for dolorous. When the word first appeared, it was linked to physical pain; as the British surgeon John Banister wrote in 1578, "No medicine may prevail … till the same dolorous tooth be … plucked up by the roots." The "causing pain" sense of dolorous coexisted with the "sorrowful" sense for centuries, but (to the dolor, perhaps, of some) its use is now rare.

Hello friends and welcome to The Five By. Your quatriweekly source of rapid-fire board game reviews. 00:00 Jose - Introduction 01:01 Meeple Lady - Pusoy Dos (https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/13597/big-two) 05:40 Ruel - Planted: A Game of Nature & Nurture (https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/365104/planted-game-nature-nurture) (Barenpark (https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/219513/barenpark) - Episode 14 (https://thefiveby.fireside.fm/14), Super Mega Lucky Box (https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/341530/super-mega-lucky-box) - Episode 124 (https://thefiveby.fireside.fm/124)) 10:38 Jose - Let's Dig for Treasure (https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/325828/lets-dig-treasure) (Let's Summon Demons (https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/325829/lets-summon-demons) - Episode 130 (https://thefiveby.fireside.fm/130)) 15:34 Aaron - Featherlight (https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/367421/featherlight) 20:37 Sarah - Game Roundup (Santorini (https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/194655/santorini) - Episode 93 (https://thefiveby.fireside.fm/93), Can't Stop (https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/41/cant-stop) - Episode 95 (https://thefiveby.fireside.fm/95), Galaxy Trucker (https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/31481/galaxy-trucker) - Episode 24 (https://thefiveby.fireside.fm/24)) 25:48 Aaron - Outro

In Episode X, Mandi and Suzanne discuss Featherlight, Gasha, Astra, The Great Split, Hays Island, and KuZOOka. A One and Done slips in and the Game Pie of the show, is full of Crime Games.   BGG Guild: https://boardgamegeek.com/guild/4131 Twitter: https://twitter.com/SaltNSassGames YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/SaltandSassGames  Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/saltandsassgames Email: SaltAndSassGames@gmail.com

So we are back from our week at the Dice Tower Retreat and it was great!  We have a lot of games to review for you guys.  We take a look at off the shelf Marvel Villainous.  Then off the press we look at Hollywood Golden Age, Featherlight by WIzkids, and Clank Catacombs, the latest addition to the Clank Family. Then we dive into the Top 10 things you need for your game room!   Email us at Show@MainlyGames.com or check out our link tree at MainlyGames.com.

An unassuming artifact in a small museum might be a powerful mythical object from whence all sound arises. Genre: Mythology   Excerpt: There was a sound; it was called the “keynote.” And just as a keystone holds all other stones in place in an arch, the keynote held all other sounds in place in the world. The keynote was also the sound from which all other sounds emerged.   CREDITSStory: “The Thief of All Sounds” Copyright © 2018 by Nila L. Patel Narration, Episode Art, Editing, and Production:  Nila L. Patel Music: “Trip-Hop Lounge Abstract Background” by Digital Emotions (Intro/Outro)   Music by Nicholas Jeudy* “Stars above” “The bard” “A story untold” “Jesters dance” “The ritual” Music by ROZKOL “Ambient I-IV” Music by Lee Rosevere “Musical Mathematics” “Awkward Silences (version b)” “Featherlight (remix – vocals by Heather Feather)” “Awkward Silences (version a)”   *These tracks were part of a music and sound effects bundles I purchased from Humble Bundle and sourced from GameDev Market.   Music by Nicholas Jeudy is licensed from GameDev Market Music by ROZKOL and Lee Rosevere is licensed under CC BY 4.0 Sound effects from AudioJungle and GameDevMarket   Find more music by Digital_Emotions at audiojungle.net Find more music by Nicholas Jeudy at gamedevmarket.net Find more music by ROZKOL and Lee Rosevere at freemusicarchive.org and bandcamp.com Find more stories by Nila at storyfeather.com   Episode Art Description: Digital drawing.  At center, a disc with a solid border, inside of which is a script that circumscribes the disc, and a figure in left profile from shoulders up, with pointed ears, mouth open, and eyes closed.  A small sliver of the disc has broken off and is missing near top right. Small cracks are visible over the disc's surface. At the disc's base sit three snail shells. Flanking the shells are two birds. A duck in right profile sits in a puddle at left. A songbird in left profile is perched on a branch at right. The bird's head is turned away with beak open. Behind the duck is the funnel of a tornado. The original image is a rectangle. To make it square a border is added at top and bottom, rays of energy emanate from the background of the image and extend into these borders. A watermark of the word “Storyfeather” lies over the center of the image.   Storyfeather-themed merchandise T-shirts, mugs, stickers, notebooks, and more featuring artwork from the stories and podcast episodes. STORYFEATHER TEEPUBLIC STORE.

Summer of '65: Part 2A more enjoyable way to study sex ed.By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough.On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking.We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers.Jenna was naked!She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip.“I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place.“Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn't see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question.I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech.“Never mind it was only my breast.”Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess' breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn't take much to provoke an erection back then.“Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!”“I'm OK thanks.”“Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing.I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection.“Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool.Surfacing at the far end she called.“You just have to try this."It's the most invigorating experience ever!"If you're cowardy custard, I'll turn my back while you dive in."There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The water is too rough."Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!”“Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive.I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get out.“Race you!”We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water.“Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!”I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over.It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination.Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping.“Come on then!”“I think I'll stay in for a while.”“Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don't be such a prude!”“I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over.”“You're not going to ravish me, are you?”“Of course not.”“Well that's a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I'll not look while you get to your towel.”She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well.We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said.“If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.”I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe.I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away.I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks.I've got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment.This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften.While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs.“Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again.My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting.“Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed.“Even slower."Even gentler."Yes."Just like that.”Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees.Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.”“Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.”We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly.To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly!“Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off.Paula's words hit home hard.“I don't want to be aunty Paula.”I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married' situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day.What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don't think!Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to.What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if?I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of embarrassment.I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop.“You know so and so's lad?”“Yea, him.”“Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.”“No! I wonder where he plans to use them.”“Well there's not much option down his way.”“You mean 'her'?”“Well, who else?”“She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged.”The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere.As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand.We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said.“Can I help you?”Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others.OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask.I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so what's the problem? I approached the till.“Yes, can I help?”Arggggg the agony of it!“A packet of featherlight please!”She turned round to 'that' shelf and said.“Three or twelve?”Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking.“Mmm three please.”She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first?Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated?The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins.We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much.“When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with.“September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met.It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection.My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence.“Paula's right you know."We must be careful."I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first."But we can't unless…”“Unless I get 'something'?” I filled in the blank space.“Yes, until then.”I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something' already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce.“I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure.We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated.“Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.”“Next time.” I repeated.We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear.I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions.Tear open the foil packet.Check the condom has the ridge on the outside.Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen.Roll it on to the penis.After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis.Discard the used condom.When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on.So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure.I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result.I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep.Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case.We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It's hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn't know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on.Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna's room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace.There was fumbling for sure. I couldn't master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn't put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties.I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies.I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven.My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven.As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster.Gently and deliciously we removed each other's final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex.“Let's do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace.Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax..Then I felt it start.Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before.We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex.I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven.She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other's souls. It wasn't a stud performance, but it wan't a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn't just fuck, we actually made love.By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Hello? Hello, this is your host Caroline Schafer. And today I have a very, very interesting guest. Her name is Carin Andresen and her company is Face Yoga New Zealand, and she is a facial yoga wellness coach. How cool is that? I have never heard of. But being a woman in her middle ages here, I think this is a perfect idea and it makes a lot of logical sense to me. So welcome, Karen. I'm so excited to have you here today. This is going to be so fun, so different. I've never seen anything like this, so thank you for being here and please tell us your story, how you got into facial yoga and, and a little detail about. Thank you so much, Caroline, for having me. And it's really exciting to share my story with you.  When I was younger, I was always interested in beauty and health.  So I grew up in a small village north of Germany and it was kind of unheard of, and I needed to get out of there. So I went to Milan and did some modeling when I was about 18. And discovered the whole beauty industry. There were a lot of products that were pretty harsh on my skin and they didn't agree with me so well. And so I just kind of started having those problems. So I started developing range and wanted to be really kind of to my skin. As I grew older, I went to south India and I discovered Ayurveda. Which I totally fell in love with and a little bit more spiritual and overall yoga and wellbeing. And I think then with COVID  when we were locked down, there was a lot of soul searching, a lot of thinking, what can I do with my life? How can I help people? How can I move forward? So I just came across facial yoga. And to be honest, when I first discovered it, I. Laughter did not thought of maybe just people pulling some exercises, how's that actually working, how can they possibly make a difference? Right. But the more I got into it, the more I read about it, the more it made sense. I mean, we often serve busy to exercise our body and we forget about the face, you know, and we've got around 57 facial muscles. They're either overused or underused. And as we get older, you know, with gravity, everything is pulling down and it's often a muscle that we don't use enough. So I just explored it. And then I love the thing that it's a lot of breath work. It's mindfulness, affirmation. So in the whole routine only does take about 10 to 15 minutes per day. It's really easy way of integrating into your life. So, yeah, I absolutely fell in love with it. I did my course, then I was a little bit shy because I've had not much online experience. So I practice on friends and then I thought, right, I need to go out to the world and New Zealand, a lot of new people in New Zealand. I've never heard about it. So I'm returning to New Zealand. Perfect opportunity. Absolutely. Absolutely. And I, and I love that it doesn't take long. And I know we've talked before and we discussed one thing that I just love, and that was, um, piggyback habits. And you had suggested that, you know, you don't have to add it to your day. It can, it can be merged into something you're already doing. Can you explain that a little more? Absolutely. Well, we all need to go to the bathroom for example, several times a day. So why are we in the bathroom? We can actually, we look in the mirror, we do our hair and after we wash our hands, you can actually do a few exercises. They are, and then while you're in the car, you know, you can pull a few, but probably other people will look at you and think that's a bit strange, but that's right. You'll be looking better than them in a few years. Anyway. That's right. So, yeah, and that's what I love about it. I mean, I do it often, first thing in the morning, because personally, before I even get out of bed, I like to have it out of the way. That's the other beautiful thing. You can actually do it while you're lying down. You don't need to sit upright to do the. Okay. So, um, yeah, it just, and as I say, because it's 10 to 15 minutes, right. Just easily be done. I love that idea. I'm all about using your time? Well, another thing like when people are watching TV and there's a commercial, that's a perfect time for you. And do your facial yoga or, you know, maybe I'm half-time at a sporting event, go to the restroom, go to the car and get it done. It's important. I think it's a great idea. It's funny. I got my hair cut once from this guy who was actually a model photographer. And I learned something. Then he actually took a couple pictures of me when we were done and I raised my eyebrows and scrunched my forehead up. And I never knew I did that, which over years of doing that, you know, that mannerism, that's terrible for your skin. So, I became conscious of it. And you're only conscious about things when you learn about them. Right. So tell us. A little bit, like how do you teach this as an classes at one on one? Is it online? At the moment. I like to do it online on a one-to-one and I like to teach it to give you a personal program, especially for your needs and what you want and the exercises that work really well for you. So I demonstrate them basically. You repeat them. I don't make it very complicated. Very simple. You record the session we are doing, so you can watch it later on. You do have it for life. So I start with about five exercises and then every time over month, we meet weekly one or two on and at the end. I asked you to demonstrate them all back to me. And if there are any problems, any adjustment, if you want to replace some exercises, that's absolutely fine. So you are totally happy with it. You liked the exercises, so therefore you will do, on a daily basis. So my aim and my goal is for every client that I teach, that they will do it basically for the rest of their lives. So that's awesome. And I, I really think it's great that you want to implement things that they'd like, because if you'd, like you said, you're not going to do it. If you don't like it, like, I don't know. If running is the best exercise in the world. If you hate to run, then, then that is not good for you. That is not a good choice because it will not work in your world. And also I love the quality control concept where they do it in front of you, because a lot of people just aren't very detailed and they just miss a lot of components. So I think that's super, super smart. Um, so that people are getting it right. Right. Cause your face is not that big. It's not like you're moving in the arm where you can see a big movement there. So it's a small thing. Absolutely. And often, you know, when you've got it on the air, it's demonstrated, you can see it all very well, but you don't know the pressure. So the other day, for example, I had a client, we did it for the first time around the mouth area. She put far too much pressure on. So later on, she kind of said to me, how did I do it? It kind of didn't feel right, so I can adjust it and I can explain. You know, and the skin around the mouth, it's very thin, very delicate. You don't need to use a lot of pressure. It's the same around the eyes, you know, you do it Featherlight and so, yeah. That's probably true. I know I'm, I'm not the most gentle thing in the world. And I know around your face that light pressure is always a good thing like around your eyes and you're not to scrub, scrub . Your skin around your eyes is the thinnest skin or something. So, yeah, definitely under your eyes. That's why you call it off. Now we say use the ring finger because you have less pressure the ring finger and, and work with that. Yeah. Should I say, and the same thing with applying makeup it's same, the same principle. I know you were a model at one point, so I'm sure you have plenty of experience with that. Tell us a little bit about the breath work. Cause I, I. I don't feel like people know the value of, of breathing correctly. I taped my mouth at night. I know my own fear familiar with that, but it is an amazing thing, what it does chemically to your body. And when people do it to children who are little, it can remove the need for orthodontic work. Like it's an it change. You can change your nose shape, it can change your jaw. It's insane. Like the more research you do it, and it sounds like utterly crazy when you say tape your mouth, but it is true. So breathing and how you get your oxygen. And it all is very, very important. Uh, totally. Um, and we all don't breathe correctly. Very few of us because we get so busy, we forget about our breath. And so I like to start every session, um, close your eyes. And take a few deep breaths in and out through your nose, because if you close your eyes and then you aware what's really going on inside of you and you are in the now and you cut the outside world out. And that's really important because often when I start at the lower part of the face, I start with shoulder rolls and with the neck. And if you, if you're not in the now, and if you're not aware of your breath, you can hurt yourself. You do too much use, you're busy, you're stressed you, and this is not the right thing to do. So, um, as I say, that's this kind of, and it's positive thoughts. Aging habits, it's lifestyle. So I try to integrate everything you get the most out of it. My most benefits. Absolutely. And if anybody knows a little hesitant about this, watch a newborn baby breathe, look at their stomach and they breathe their stomach's going in and out because they're breathing correctly. Then look at a three-year-old. They're not doing that anymore. Somehow they've learned the bad behavior of how to breathe incorrectly. And they're now doing shallow breaths through their chest, which is really sad. So then we all have to relearn how we were born we were breathing was correct. And you said something too about the thoughts, like affirmations, you have to think about what you're thinking about because beauty actually does come from the inside out and I know that. I took a picture in a car once and I had a good thought going through my, my mind. And I took this picture and I have so many people liked it. And I was like, wow, that's so odd. And then I realized why, and I think it was an inner thoughts spurred the genuine happiness that I was feeling. Um, and that was visible. And, and that's what was getting commented on. So I think it's very interesting thoughts really do matter. Um, and they are reflected on the outside. Could you show us maybe something, maybe one little tidbit on something facial yoga that everybody? Sure. So,  often when you've mentioned before about the forehead, you know, the front end of the semester, we keep so much tension in there. So we get tension headaches. As you say, we raised our eyebrows, we create lines and wrinkles. So, um, I love just simply by tapping on your forehead. So just use your finger and just tap and close your eyes. So that brings the circulation and blood flow into the skin. So it's just something really basic, but so effective exercise. And you can so do this on the party. So do this at the traffic light or in the middle of absolutely. And you can do it all over the face. You know, you start basically from your, for it, and then you just go down and your face it light underneath your eyes. Use your ring finger, and then just all go down and, and just lift up your head a little bit. So when you lift up your hands, Already you stretch the front of the mouth. I mean, we spent so much time looking down, our posture's become so bad and you can actually do that with Patriot. It's a lot about posture. We don't pay enough attention of sitting up right. And, you know, shoulders down and looking up and then you can, we can just do slightly with our fingertips. Um, just slide around here. And just close your eyes and just feel a sensation, you know? Um, yeah, you basically ironing out your wrinkles and you breathe in and out through your nose normally. And I say, when, when people get used to it, just close your eyes and just enjoy, you know, the effect of it all. And then you with your ring finger, you know, just around your eyes slowly, often you out, we still have got clean hands and you apply a little bit of serum. Or oil and then just ever so lightly. So this is really good for lymphatic drainage when you wake up and you've got fluid on your eyes. So to do that and ever so lightly around my dad, we have that in our family, for sure. I might add that to my morning routine. Um, I do my little.  And if you got an eye gel, you know, put it in the fridge, you know, cold, pull it together. It just all makes a difference. It really does. And obviously you, you are a very beautiful woman and I appreciate that. Tell me  what  clients comment on the most about this. I think they really, really enjoy the personal touch. They really like to engage with someone. They really liked the sensation. They like that. They can ask me questions every time they're stuck. They've got, got a person they relate to instead of. At an app or, you know, someone automated. I, a lot of people become very lonely and very isolated, although with social media and, and I think results of course, I mean, I've got before and after pictures and it's just incredible that, oh my God, you know, this is better than what I ever caught with no filter. And. I think also awareness that our remind people, do you drink enough? Do you sleep enough? How do you sleep? You know, all the basics that we all know, but of often forget about. So I agree with that and I love so custom tailored, because everything today is good enough and tossed out to the masses. And it's nice to have some people who want to add that, that personal touch and do what's best for the client and show that kind of customer service. It's rare. I find it very rare. Everybody just wants to do the course online and be done, but like you said, some people were applying too much pressure. They would never know that if they were doing a course online. So that is really awesome that you, you know, you show them, they replicate it, make sure they're doing it right. And it's custom tags like it. And also, you know, you know how often when you get something online, you, you get by in, at. And no one reminds you, no one pushes you. And I've had so many clients, they said, oh, I actually bought the app. You know, months, months ago, I've never looked at it. And I think I forgot. So that's what I mean. It isn't anything. There's no one that reminds them. You don't have accountability. Yeah. I counted. There's a very low percentage. I forget what it is. I can't remember. I learned it from Tony Robbins about how many people buy courses and actually go through with them. That is so fantastic. So I've last question is, my signature question. If there was one thing that you can eliminate in the world, what would it be and why? Definitely war and there is there no witness there. And, I think it's just so sad. I mean, look at the situation we've got now.  No one wins and, um, war together with evil. There's no place in the world where that that's. Yeah, it is very scary and no. I wish people could figure out how to do sit at like a meeting, you know, can we just sit at a table and hash this out, but I guess people are not rational enough. I wish you could do that too. That would be lovely. tell our listeners where they can get ahold of you so that they can get some facial yoga instruction. Well, I'm absolutely I'm on all the social media and otherwise I've got a website. Paste yoga.co dot and Zed and Facebook, Facebook page, Instagram, YouTube. So if you give them Face Yoga New Zealand, you will find Carin Andresen at Face Yoga New Zealand. I love it. And,  I have two reasons now to get to. Well, ah, this was so fun and so awesome. Um, and everybody could use this, including men. I know most people are gonna affect a woman's thing, but you know what men need to do their beauty regimen too. In fact, I've been following this guy. Who's a pretty burly guy and he talked about putting facial cream on the other day. And I was like, wow, that's probably a lot more time in the bathroom then they used to be. And why not? Like, why not wash your face in the morning and put a little cream on and do a little tapping of course your face, like, oh, what would that take a couple minutes? You know? And if it could make you feel better, For the rest of your life. When you look in the mirror, that's an awesome thing. So thank you, Karen, for coming on the vitality. Um, absolutely. It was a pleasure to have you, and I hope everybody takes advantage of her expertise here because I think it's really fascinating and I never knew this existed, so I'm happy to share it out in the world. Thank you.

INTRODUCTION:My guest today is all the way from the UK and he is helping men build confidence, become their true selves, last longer in bed and masturbate like they mean it! His name is David Chambers and he is the host of The Authentic Man Podcast and an accomplished Dating & Intimacy coach. This man is a master of mindfulness and tantric practices and it was a real pleasure to talk about sex with him on my show.  INCLUDED IN THIS EPISODE (But not limited to):·      Expert Advice From A Dating Coach ·      Mindful Masturbation·      Secrets To Men Lasting Longer In Bed·      Self-Love & Self-Mastery Defined·      Why Some Men Sleep With LOTS Of Women·      Why Men STOP Sleeping With LOTS Of Women·      How The Subconscious Mind Rules The Conscious Mind·      Having Sex To Fill Emotional Voids·      Men And The Fear Of Rejection·      Avoiding Commitment·      Communication Barriers During Sex·      Toxic Masculinity CONNECT WITH DAVID:Website & Courses: https://www.theauthenticman.netPodcast: https://www.theauthenticman.net/podcastTwitter: https://twitter.com/iamauthenticmanFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/IAmTheAuthenticManInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/theauthenticman_/ DE'VANNON'S RECOMMENDATIONS:·      Pray Away Documentary (NETFLIX)       - https://www.netflix.com/title/81040370       - TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tk_CqGVfxEs SDJ MEMBERSHIP (FULL EPISODES):·      $2.99 per month.·      Donate any amount for 30 days of access.·      $25 per year.https://www.sexdrugsandjesus.com/membership-account/membership-levels/ TRANSCRIPT:You're listening to the sex drugs and Jesus podcast, where we discuss whatever the fuck we want to. And yes, we can put sex and drugs and Jesus all in the same bed and still be all right. At the end of the day, my name is De'Vannon and I'll be interviewing guests from every corner of this world. As we dig into topics that are too risky for the morning show, as we strive to help you understand what's really going on in your.There was nothing on the table and we've got a lot to talk about. So let's dive right into this episode.De'Vannon: My guest today is all the way from the UK. And he is helping them build confidence, become their true selves last longer in bed and masturbate. Like they mean it, baby yassss!!! His name is David Chambers and he is the host of the authentic man podcast. And he's also an accomplished dating and intimacy coach as well.This man is a master of mindfulness and tantric practices, and it was a [00:01:00] real pleasure to talk about sex with him on my show.Hello, David, the authentic man man's man. How are you doing today? David: I'm feeling, um, I'm feeling really, really kind of grounded and calm. I just, uh, just before we go on about an hour ago, I was laying on a massage table with my Reiki master doing a magic. So I'm now feeling stupid, like relaxed and said, so I'm really feeling, oh De'Vannon: shit, that's how you get ready for, uh, uh, for a fucking interview.You get the Reiki master over there. You get all of this in the house. David: Yeah. Then all the energy get relaxed, save big, De'Vannon: but see that's how your, your podcast intake, man, it starts off that way. Like your voice is so like low and calm. You've got like the massage music going and you're already getting people into the state of hypnosis before you [00:02:00] even much started talking about.What'd he really came there to talk about that day.David: Nevermind. De'Vannon: Okay. So David, tell us about how you got started on the path of being a dating coach. Talk to us about your history and your struggles and everything that led to that path.David: Yeah. Yeah. That's a good question. Um, I, uh, about, um, Let's say 15 years ago, uh, you know, you're young 20 something year old, man. And I was just not as happy with my day in life as I want it to be, you know, like many of us, you know, I'm sure I was 20 odd years old. I was kind of up and coming in my career and my tech career.And I was looking to expand my life and expand my horizons and do new things. And I was finding myself, going to the bars and clubs and meet women who they weren't really interested in. The sort of things I was interested in. They wanted to, you know, go to bars and clubs and maybe buy some handbags and [00:03:00] shoes and holiday and, you know, get drunk, that sort of thing.And I was feeling a little bit tired of that. I felt like I was growing out of that a little bit and I wanted to travel. I wanted to, you know, um, dive into new cultures, try new experiences, do things that push my comfort zone. So I was a bit frustrated with that. I started Googling one night as you do. Um, and I came across a book that promise to teach a man, you know, how to, to, to talk to women, how to talk to a higher quality women.I guess the phrase would have been in those days and a book was the game. Um, so like many amount at that time I picked up, I'd read it, cover to cover in a few weeks. Um, and I, I use some of the techniques. I definitely did. It went out and you know, some of the lines, you know, some of the first pickup, the kind of introductory lines as I probably call them is like, got me.Help me with confidence a lot of the time. So then I, I ended up at a bootcamp and at the end of that boot camp, I turned to the teacher, the head teacher, they had the guy who was running it and said, Hey, I think I could teach this [00:04:00] stuff, you know, on the bootcamp. He said, yeah, I agree. And that kind of started a path of, for about year and a half, doing that on the side, as well as working in my tech job.And during that year and a half, I started to develop to move away from a lot of the stuff that was in the game. I wasn't really that keen on a lot of what was in there to start with, but I started to really develop this idea of like having fun, you know, that, that mystery thing that a lot of men struggle with, especially when they get into a club, like having a good time, having fun with people like smiling, joking, laughing, uh, being in the moment being, you know, open and honest and, and so forth.So I really got into that. And then I got kind of fed up with that whole scene, that whole kind of men trying to pick up women. It become, I started to see there was a really dark side coming across students who didn't love. They didn't love meeting women. They just wanted to take advantage of them. And I didn't sit well with me, cause my, my point of view has been like a deep love and reverence for women.You know, I grew up, I've got four, four sisters sometimes I forget. Um, I've got four sisters, um, and I grew [00:05:00] up with them. So I really have a love for women. So I spent many years after that, just learning about myself, you know, self-dependent work, going to workshops, going to courses, you know, week-long things, things like that even went to a Buddhist monastery to stay for a week, uh, one year just to, you know, learn more about me and I, I had a partner.I was with fast forward a few years from there. Uh, we were together for about four years or we broke up when I was in Bolivia. We were traveling around the world. We traveled all fruit, India Southeast Asia flew over to south America to see the Olympics and broke up in a, in a hotel room in Bolivia, in a little town called.And it all really, for me, stemmed from the idea. And the thing that I struggled with was just speaking about my feelings and emotions and listening to her about taking it personally and making it all about me and what I've done wrong. So what that kind of created was a cycle where I didn't say how I felt, because I didn't want to upset her because I didn't want her to be acting for me.You have to deal with her [00:06:00] emotional reaction. So I was balling up all these feelings, all these desires, things that I wanted, and it just caused the breakdown of a relationship slowly over a year. And I really vowed to myself. Then I said, I'm not going to let it happen again. I don't want that to happen again.So I went on a bit of a journey after that. I kept traveling for about six months, discipline medicine did a lot of meeting new people, a lot of just open Hyde conversation. Um, and then after that I came back to London, uh, a friend of mine, uh, the guy who used to run the podcast with AMAT, he was like, let's do something.Well, this thing, let me, she's like, you know, there's so much data on, is this. Do this, say this where this then say this, then do this and then trick her into doing this. He was like, but we know that doesn't work. Long-term we know that that's very superficial and it doesn't build beautiful relationships.So the podcast was born, uh, originally it was called your thing, dating series, um, spending about day. And you know, in the last few months I've expanded it into and change the name to the authentic man has decided to step away [00:07:00] around Christmas time. So this has all led to a journey of like self-learning self-development growth.Um, Coming into myself, maturing more than anything. And a couple, there's a nother side that runs alongside, this is my love of sex, sexuality, tantra, and things like that. That I've also brought into my work. So now I'm, you know, doing everything from running workshops about masturbation, for play, a tantra for couples, tantric, massage,and the like. So it's really a combination and helped me grow and move forward. So out of my own pain, you know, I've turned this as I often say, your pain can become your gold. And for me, that's really been, been true for me. De'Vannon: Excellent breakdown of you. And I love how you have the small beginnings, as they say, as the Lord says in the Hebrew Bible to despise not the day of small beginnings and, you know, and you came from and where the, where there anybody out there believes in God or not is, you know, a thing, but it's just, it's [00:08:00] just good fucking sense, you know, to despise small beginnings, you know, he didn't get visited.David didn't get discouraged. And you know, he started, you know, he had his heart broken, he went through some shit, uh, you know, he started off helping somebody else and now he's become the guru himself. Now your website is absolutely fantastic. The authentic man.net. And because it's really like a resource and a hub, I love when websites are like that.So it's almost like, you know, Creative website. And you just happen to have some podcast episodes on there because you got everything else too. You got your blog going, you got courses, you design, you got workshop videos coming up and stuff like that. And so we're going to talk all about that in my show notes that I'm going to design for you, but I love it.It's a resource and men can go to you and find out how to become a better man. Um, I wanted to, so I was listening to one of your [00:09:00] podcasts episodes. And you said, uh, an interesting thing about self love. And I wanted to talk about self love, um, up front, because I think a lot of the work you do has that infused.I think all the work you do has used in it. You say something like self love is not always among ourselves. Uh, yeah. And, um, sometimes it requires discipline and self-mastery, which is something else that I came across a lot when I was researching you. So tell us what is self love and self mastery what's in not getting confused with.David: Hmm. I think. Hmm. Hmm. Good question. So, so self love to me is in a real nutshell, and I think for this is it's sometimes I just work with, see what comes up for me in the moment is like, you know, all the love we give to other people, right? For a lot of us, like, or the love that we want from other people, like maybe you want a boyfriend or a girlfriend who's gonna, you know, [00:10:00] take you out for dinner.Who's going to give you foot mass artist. Who's going to cook for you, who is going to, you know, tell you how beautiful you look and you know, all those things give that to you. That is, to me the real basics of self-love all the things you want from outside of you that you crave externally, right? You crave the validation, you crave the love, the feeding, the warmth, give that to yourself on a daily basis every day in some way, you know, like it, as I said before I came here today, I took myself and I went and got some Reiki for my Reiki master.And it's like, that's an act of self love, you know, because I'm giving myself the relaxation and the joy that I love to give to other people. Right. And I give that to myself. It's an act of self-love and where self-discipline kind of comes in, is that when you've go things like, say going to the gym, Now going to the gym can be an act of self-love, right?Because maybe you've decided that, you know, you want [00:11:00] your body to look a certain way or you live in something. You want your body to look a certain way. Maybe you want your body to feel a certain way. You know, you want to feel a certain way in your body. So there's going to take that. You go to the gym or you go to yoga or you do some running or lattes or whatever exercise you choose to do, but you're also going to need some discipline infused into that, right.To keep going, because these sorts of things take discipline and where the self-mastery comes in for me is also looking at yourself and asking questions about who you are and how you feel and what's going on for you. So inside of the example of going to the gym, maybe there's days where you're like, I don't fancy it today.I don't want to go today. And actually I want to go to the cake shop and eat a whole massive cake. That's normally for four people. It could be an act of self love for you to go and eat that cake. And this is where, you know, it's not always easy to tell because if you've been going through. You know, three times a week for four years, and you've never missed a session.But inside of [00:12:00] that, that self-love is giving you what you really desire and need in that moment is to have some cake to sell yourself. You'll sell some love and just have something in you that feels good. Right. But if you are on the flip side of someone, who's been trying to go to the gym for three years and you've gone about four times, right?And it's a normal story for you to want this cake inside that moment, your axis of bluff is to crack your ass to the gym right now, the self-mastery comes in is when you have that for that is like, Hmm, I don't really want to go to the gym and you go, Hmm. What is underneath that for what's going on there?Well, what's my, is there a fear there? Is there a concern? Is there a worry, right. You know, for some of us, if it's like going to the gym, it's like with almost fearful sometimes. If we do this thing, we will change as a person. And how will the world react to me or my family? Not likely my friends, not like me.Will I be less accepted because I changed. Right. And that kind of often sits in quite an unconscious place. So self-mastery, to me, it's like to look at why you do things, why certain things keep happening to you and [00:13:00] why things have happened to in the past. De'Vannon: I think that's a beautiful breakdown. And when you were explaining about the cake and the gym, my mind went to, so, so I have a clothing store called down under apparel and I've, I've worked with models before, and these guys are like zero body fat, eight packs, you know, all of that sort of stuff.And the first photo shoot that I ever did, you know, they showed up with a bag of like jelly. And, um, and they were, and I was like, I couldn't understand, like, I don't get it. You look like that. What's your eating bad. This isn't fair, plain explain, you know, like, bro, we don't do this all the time, but you know, it was like, you know, they had been preparing for, for the photo shoot.So they had been going without, until now they were rewarding themselves with those coveted, just the wheat and everything like that. And you know, you will see the Olympic athletes that they got the Olympics going. Now, as soon as they're done with the Olympics, they're at, McDonald's [00:14:00] getting fast food and everything and all of that and you know exactly what, and that felt that'd probably be so great going into them.You know, they're listening to this and going. Yep. Yep. Yep. Amen. Amen. And amen. And, um, Okay. So I w I would like for you to tell me about like a client success story, of course we won't, we'll call him Joe or whatever the hell you feel like calling him. Now, look, I want something juicy. I want, I want a train wreck case.Somebody was a hot day, um, feisty mess. And then when you looked at him and thought, maybe I can't do nothing with this when I don't know, somebody mess up from the float up is what I want to hear about. And then how, how you help them turn that thing around. David: Mm. A lot of guys that come to me, they're not like in, in real messages, there's not just small tweaks that they need.Right. There's really small tweaks. [00:15:00] So as a client, I had to, not too long ago, he, he hadn't been on a date in a few years. He hadn't had any sort of physical activity to me De'Vannon: that sounded like a train wreck to me. You've put in a nicely, that's what I call messed up from the flow up. Now you say no physical activity.So we hadn't had no sex in like four years. And what you're saying, oh, that's a train wreck. I'm gonna be quiet. Go head on. I just want people to be clear, that's a train wreck. David: So, so yeah, after working for a few weeks together, um, you know, you've got to, to going to like some speed dang events. Right. But he was interested in, so he went to some speeding events and beforehand, you know, we've been talking about conversation, how to show up, how to be playful, how to, you know, be, be the character that he is.And, you know, he goes to the speeding event. I think he leaves there. I mean, he's got like four or [00:16:00] five matches. I think there was like maybe 10 women there, four or five matches. And for him, he was blown away, you know? Cause this was like he's before he's been on date for ages. Right. So now he's like, wait, that's four or five matches.This is a problem I've never had. I don't. We do, I do. I come up with and I was like, well, you can go out with all of them. Right. You know, you don't have to choose in this moment. You know, if you want to go out with them, go out all of them. Right. So there's one, one guy goes to see a few times. And um, I think he goes on a few dates with her and the one day we were talking and he's like, oh, you know, I feel like on the beach was pushing to come back to my place.And I was like, So, so what, what did he do? He was like, no, no, you know, I didn't think it was right, blah, blah, blah. And then we kind of unpack that, right. Because sometimes we have these ideas of what's not right and wrong. It's like, well, what did you want? What did she want? Right. And what was authentically, there was no manipulation about that.So a few days later, um, [00:17:00] he was messaging me in the morning was like, oh, you know, the girl's saying these sorts of things to me. And I was like, what's true for you? What would you really love? You know? And he's like, I'd love to give her a massage. And I was like, okay, cool. Well, you know, talk to her about that.So that evening she goes around to his place. And, uh, I remember being a bit panicked beforehand again, he called and was like, you know, what's going on? He was like, I'm worried, you know, maybe, you know, she doesn't really want that. Maybe this, maybe that. And I said, okay, what's true for you. And what do you sense on her?Right. There's the two things you just feed into those things. Right. Don't get too much into like how things have to be, because things don't have to be any way. And, um, so they get the girl came round and they spent the night together, you know, and they had a good time. So, you know, I was very happy about that.And obviously, you know, it's not always as about getting laid and having sex, but he, they had a really beautiful eating together, massage and stuff like that. And they, they both share some, some kinks as well. So they're able to explore that [00:18:00] swapping together. So that was really beautiful to, to hear. Um, I didn't turn it to relationship for him, but he started to enjoy dating.I think that was the most important thing actually with, for him was after that he started to date. He started to enjoy it. It's like to have fun when he dated. Right. And this is a big thing for all of us to go from just dating, being this chore. Like it's like a job, like it's work. So to go to Ashley, realize that things about connecting with new human beings, we should always be a beautiful expanse.De'Vannon: Man. You're like the best big brother ever. Like that is like, gosh, if I'd had somebody in my life had given me a relationship like that, like that relationship, advice like that when I was younger, maybe I wouldn't have turned into a ho. And, David: um, De'Vannon: but that is absolutely. Incredible because he went from no physical interaction.He was abstaining forward for all kinds of reasons. And then when he did finally do it, you walked him through the anxiety. You were there, you were truly [00:19:00] his coach. I've, I've played sports before. There's nothing like having like a good coach in your corner. So they make you feel like you can do things you ordered or you, you don't think you can.And then that was a pivotal moment from her, for him, because that imprinted upon him, his understanding a different way of being, and that's what it's all about. So you can go from being a train wreck to a super fast training and, uh, and you know, living your best life. I want you to go back to how you were saying, like, in your twenties, you were having, you know, a lot of meaningless sex and everything.A lot of guys are like fucking their way through town, you know, clocking talking girls left and right. And so you said you were seeking for a lot of validation from him, but you really didn't get any validation from it. So. What inclined you to think that as a man, you should be sleeping with a whole bunch of women.And then at what point did you realize that look, this isn't working. David: Yeah, yeah, no, it's a [00:20:00] beautiful question. So really poignant question, because I think it has to start with the fact that I didn't really have a father who was in my life. My dad was, he doesn't actually live that far from even now, but he's not much of a, a present person in my life.Right. He's he's not emotionally able to be with a child. He's not able to really nurture in any way. And I know it's not his fault. You know, I've really spoken to him about this to a certain degree about his upbringing and realize that it really was his, that was like completely absent as a human being.But they're physically, which I think sometimes it's almost worse because you see the person there and you kind of think this is how it should be or this how it shouldn't be, but they don't give you a decent example. So I grew up with a lack of like masculinity, uh, example in my life and all the men have like friends of my mom's friends.I could always look at these men and go, you're not the sort of man that I look up and I should look up to. I always knew I was always like, Nope, you're not sort of managed to look up to. So I didn't have anyone in my life to say, [00:21:00] this is how you be a man. Right. So I remember going to university. Women start to pay attention to me.So I was like, oh, you know, I'll sleep one. And then I was sleeping with two and then I would be really honest and be like, look, I don't want a girlfriend. I wanna, you know, I want to enjoy myself. And I would tell them like, you know, so no one was expecting, I wasn't lying about it. Right. It's especially at the start, it wasn't really crying about it.So then I was like, oh, this is fun. And then other guys are like, oh Dave, you're the man. But they don't usually say those words, but they, you know, you get a lot of man points from, from men. And then on the, another perverse turn of this is that when you are being with a lot of women, other women also become more attracted to you, right?Because they see you with other women and they, they kind of gravitate towards you. So you're in this kind of cycle. And this was for years where, you know, I would go in and out of relationships, but I'd just be like sleeping with a lot of women at any given time, maybe four or five women I'm meeting up with for a number of months.And in many ways it was very flattering and very [00:22:00] validating way of being a man and being a virile, you know, accomplished man, especially in the bedroom. There was a day. And I never forget this day. She was, it was about, probably about 10 years ago, 10, yeah, 10 and 10 and a half years ago. And I slept with this girl and I left them my bedroom.So in the place I'm in now, and I sat on my sofa, which is different in front of you. I'm seeing, and I had some biscuits in the hand and I was eating the biscuits. And at one point I finished the biscuits and I just sat there, staring at the wall and I kind of had my head in my hands and then I laid down and fell asleep on the sofa.Right. But what I was feeling there was this emptiness. I didn't really want to go back into the bedroom with the girl because there was no real connection with me and her. And I was just like, this is empty. You know, this is empty.I was like this isn't, this is empty and it's not making me feel good, but it's externally validating [00:23:00] me. And it's very easy to get very addicted to that external validation. Right. And even get quite addicted to the evacuation of being with a woman and ejaculating and touching them and holding them.Right. It could be quiet and addictive thing. If you've never look at the underlying feeling that's happening, that you're running away from. Because often as a man, if you're just constantly chasing sex, you're chasing the next woman or the next man. Right. You're chasing something, but what's behind you.What are you running away from? Right? This is, we often forget. This is like often we just running away from ourselves and our own feeling of loneliness or worthlessness or, or a desire for connection. And in that moment, I was like, I thought. And I've got like four women I could call up tomorrow and they'd all come to my house, you know, and I felt lonely in those moments.So I started to make changes. Then I started definitely to make changes then in it, you know, sometimes I would say, let's say necessary. I felt I was, there was a point where I worried I was a sex addict, you know, I've, I've been accused by a woman. I was seeing, she was just like, you have an addiction, you know, you don't need to be sleeping with four women.And I really fought [00:24:00] about that for a long time and it worried me. Um, but after that I was like, you know, I don't need to live like this. I don't need to just kind of for want of a better phrase, churn through women in that way. You know? So I kind of left those day behind and you know, there's a couple of times I flirted with that life a little bit, but I was still a lot more conscious of.Am I doing this because this is a really beautiful experience with someone who I'm really enjoying my time with, or am I doing this just because I'm running away from like, you know, looking at my own thoughts and feelings about my own loneliness or my own inadequacy. So, you know, that's that self-mastery pieces again, you know, it's looking at why you're doing something and understanding that instead of just denying it, De'Vannon: that's like how I learned in my, um, kept the therapy training when I got my certification and hypnosis, you know, so much of it revolved around understanding the why behind the why, how we can do things like on autopilot or for all of these great reasons.And the real reason behind it is embedded deep within our [00:25:00] subconscious and then have noses all about breaking through the conscious mind and getting to the root of problem that a lot of times as it is that our upbringing, everything. So a person may be having baby out there being. Or, um, maybe having problems in their relationship at work, all kinds of things.And it's because of something negative anchored in their self and their subconscious in which the subconscious, I think was like 78% of the brain or something like that. And I think the content was only like 12% of our members. I mean, shit, 88%. 12% for the conscious mind of our member directly. So most of what we are doing is being manipulated by experiences that we've had before, until we became up to that.And what you're doing is in that vein of work and your experiences speak to that. So you were able to basically coach yourself, you know, you know, you know, to go to a better state of thinking and [00:26:00] being now. You also said that you avoided commitment and it was due to a deep seated fear of rejection or of choosing the wrong woman.I really want you to talk about the rejection aspect because from my dealings with men and, and y'all have dealt with a lot of them in Monday, mama, no mama. No. Uh, I did. I did with you there too, but I was, I was fucking a whole lot of men when I was like in the military and you know, and all of that as a little bit different, you know, but still I was, you know, trying to fill a void for me.You know, my dad, my dad would refer me to administrate and you know, that wasn't gonna happen. And so, you know, where do you go from there? And now I'm in the military. I'm 17. Don't ask. Don't tell. So I can't really say. Good relationship. I'll get kicked out, but you know, Nick is readily available. So what you gonna do?And so, David: and so,[00:27:00] De'Vannon: and then I was in a college town. I had,I was like 19 and everything, the fire, the fire. And so, um, but a lot of men have this like rejection. I don't know if you would call it a complex or whatever. You know, these big, strong, handsome men are, you know, who a lot of us, a lot of us girls would say, you just, it's always Leah concern, you know, can do no wrong.But when they approach us, they can turn and we can sit and say, Such fear, you know, coming off of men who we didn't would not have put, looked at that way, unless he started acting that way. So where is this fear of rejection coming from? What is it? What did he do with it? [00:28:00] David: Yeah. Yeah. And as you put it, so whoa, like sometimes the men, they think of it, you know, for want of a better word, you can, they come over and you can feel that there's this fear of being rejected.And there's a perverse thing that happens, especially if we're talking about, you know, the, the initial approach where you go over to someone and you're afraid of being rejected. So you speak almost quite timidly. You're not committed to the, you don't feel committed to whatever you're saying. So the person can feel the lack of commitment, but feels.There's something off here. There's a lack of safety in some way. So they then respond in crime. Right? And then the person who's feeling the rejection feels the response that is a bit cagey isn't full-blooded and then experiences rejection, often ejects. That's a very common cycle that happens in a bar or club.For me, it was a bit deeper than that. It wasn't this about the original rejectionist around inside of relationship. Right? Like not being accepted as I was, the rejection of me is like [00:29:00] not being accepted. The fear for me was the BMI relationship and they get to know me and then they would reject me.Right. Which would cause me to want in many ways, it's like to hide certain things, not say certain things about who I was, because if they, if I show them all the bits and pieces that they like. Most of that, they're going to like, and then they can accept me as I am. But the problem inside of that is, is there's a self-rejection that's happening constantly, right?Which wears away at us because we are basically telling ourselves that there's parts of who we are that are bad and wrong and needs to be hidden from other people. And that people will not accept about us and that we don't accept those parts. So there's that city, a cycle of continuous self-rejection of ourselves.It actually makes us feel worse. And also we project that, that rejection on to other people assume that they're doing the same thing to us because ultimately we always see the world for a lens of how we see ourselves. So a lot of the, the, the fear of rejection, isn't it. [00:30:00] That we think of the people who are rejecting us really it's about, we are continually rejecting ourselves, right?So for me, that was just like constant. Like, okay, if I say this, then she'll get upset. And if I say this, you went like that, you know, trying to hide. And it just becomes a very high energy game just to maintain things in a, in a way, instead of what I much prefer to operate in now, which is like, this is who I am.I've accepted who I am, but for the most part, because there's always bits, we're trying to take out the backpack right. And acceptable. This is who I am. I'm accepting. This is, this is how it is. Right. There's things here that could be better. There's things that could be improved. That's okay. But I look at them and I say, yeah, that's a part of who I am.De'Vannon: Okay. So it's about self-acceptance of what, but, okay. So, so when you say a fear of choosing the wrong woman, so is this something that happens once you made some. Improvement in yourself as a man. At what point did he [00:31:00] begin where you, um, avoiding commitment? Cause you were afraid you might pick the wrong girl.David: Um, this was continuous, continuous, like a continuous thing that I would be with the woman for maybe six months a year. And, but I'd also kind of have my half my eye on like, okay, if this doesn't work out, you know, I can still be fine kind of thing. Right. So the fear is that she's not the right woman for me.So if that's that fear is true, that I need to also be like looking out for what's wrong with her constantly, you know, nitpicking finding forth, but also have one eye on the exit. It's like, you know, it's basically like living with one foot out the door, meaning you'll never fully commit to someone. You never give them your all which, which for the other person is horrendous.Right. Cause it, it creates a lot of anxiety for them. But for me doing it, it also creates anxiety for me, for me. But it's also had me on this kind of high alert of always nitpicking back. Something that I [00:32:00] have to really be conscious of now. Right. Is that I give unsolicited advice to my partner now, or I'm like, oh, like even the other day she was cooking.Some planting, um, resonates. I've taught a Swedish woman to cook Jamaican food. So there is some time to see us. She loves it. Right. She's cooking. You're welcome. You're welcome. Bye.And she's, she's cooking the plant in and I'm like, oh, you need to cook that a bit longer. Oh, you should. You should tell him that. And it's like, I have to, then I w I sat down and I say, Hey, I'm leaving. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, because this is part of this like, oh, you could be better. This is wrong.Something's wrong. And it's something that I still have to manage. Right. So I have to be really aware, it's shine my light of awareness. But in the past it was worst because I wouldn't even, I would be nitpicking at the women I was with verbally, but also be like, well, you know, with all these things, you're definitely not the right one for me to be [00:33:00] with, you know?De'Vannon: Okay. Okay. So that, that kind of echoes whether it echoes what we were talking about with like the hypnotherapy, because what you're saying is you were dealing with her on the surface off of a, an, an inner belief that you had or interferes that you had and stuff like that. I've had to do that to, you know, and, and, and dial it back.Which, which is something hard for somebody who's as extra as Maya this to do, but, but it can be done. It can be done. So hopefully y'all, David: and it helps the relationships as well. Right? De'Vannon: Yeah. And when you do a little less, you know, I used to be, you know, like super critical and stuff like that. And I, I believe that was me speaking forward, the voice of those who were, who have been critical of me in the past, my dad and in the military, the church, you know, and, you know, then I brought that into the relationships and now I'm like, okay, why, why am I doing this?And [00:34:00] so it's always beautiful when we have that moment, you know, like you and I have had where we begin to question why we're doing what we're doing while we're thinking the way we're thinking, where did this come from? And then taking ownership of ownership of it and changing it to.Let's let's have some fun. We're going to talk about some sexual things. Now I want to know what are the secrets for men lasting longer in bed? And you said in my, in my readings of you, that it's not about, um, where you sit on your podcast. I believe it's not about being a porn star and lasting for hours.It's about lasting as long as you want to. David: Yeah, yeah. Yeah. I think we we've watched all this porn, right. Ultimately porn has become. I'll say it's education, you know, rightly or wrongly porn has become our sex education, but that's our generation, right? Because our parents were too scared to talk about sex because they were [00:35:00] clueless to be honest.Right. And you know, the younger generation I'm seeing now, I've got the younger sisters about 10 years or so younger. And at least they have, um, there's a bit more in, in terms of like healthy, uh, sexual kind of education now. So for us there was porn. So we watched porn and most of the porn we watched was, you know, a few minutes long.They were like going as hard as they could for, you know, five minutes, three minutes. And if you're watching, you know, Petra, heteronormative, poor, like me, it's all about the penis in the vagina. The woman is like weathering and screaming all over the place, even though no one's touching the crit risks. No one's done any foreplay.That's right. And that, and that becomes a man's education for sex. You know, a lot of guys, they go into sex and it's like, okay, cool. I need to give this one the best two minutes of their life, you know? And it's not even two minutes of like, oh, not including the floor place. Like no, that's includes the four pay because that's all they've seen.Right. That's the only reality of what sex is. [00:36:00] So I work with guys and it's like, okay, cool. You want to have you, you want to last longer because every man, almost every man you meet is like, yeah, I wouldn't mind last a bit longer. So I usually start with, with the pace. The first thing we do is slow down, slow things down, because as much as we think we're really enjoying a few minutes of hard action, there's actually so much more enjoyment to being hard on.We can slow down. We have a whole body. The, as I say now, I learned from my tantric lenses. Our whole body is an instrument of pleasure. We have all these senses that we can use for erotic pleasure. If we choose to, you know, the taste, the smell, the sound, if we just spend the time to, to drop in, to relax, to breathe and to, to be present.Right? So the first thing is to slow down, like when we in, in the, in the accident as well, and also to build up slowly, it's really important to build up slowly, because if you build up slowly as, as men, our arousal can rise very quickly, right. We can go from [00:37:00] fucking zero to erection, to penetrating in, in a 30 seconds.So it really is. We talking, you know, one minute to 30 seconds, but for us, like for me, it was sleeping with women. Women can take anything from 20 minutes to an hour, really to be ready for sex. Right. So there's a huge mismatch there. Right? You've got one minute and ready. You've got like 20 minutes, half an hour, I'm ready.And it's like, how do we marry this up? Right. So. The thing I teach men is to slow down, slow down, be present, be really focused on the sensations of touch with the person you're with. Even if you're with someone and they're trying to speed things up, slow things down a little bit. There's no rush. We're all conditioned to going really quickly.It's like the rest of our lives. We just run around like mad people all the time. Why? Because we're conditioned to do that. We don't stop and think, wait a minute. Can I do all this shit slowly? Yeah, I could. And I was, I might enjoy it more, you know? So, so that's the kind of in, in play [00:38:00] insects way of, you know, uh, slowing things down as well as I'd add in breathing, deep breathing is a good one, breathing very deeply, you know?Cause it moves. It also moves the sexual energy, the S the sensations around the body. You feel more, not just in your cock, not just in your, in your groin. You start to feel the sensations in your feet and your toes and your hands up the back of your spine and so forth. But I also teach men that before they're even having sex, they can start to do.At home on their own, right? In terms of, you know, like mindful masturbation practice, like a self pleasure practice that includes meditation, maybe a few minutes of meditation, then it includes some, some Breathworks and deep breathing, you know, to relax the body. And then when you do get to put your hands on your cock, right, don't just put your hands there.You have a whole body, you can touch, you can start to learn about the different parts of your body that you enjoy being touched on. You know, for many men, my belief is 90% of men have no idea that they can enjoy any other sort of [00:39:00] touch other than on their Cox. They don't realize that maybe they really sensitive in loads and it feels amazing for them to be, to be stroked or even just slightly licked, you know, because you just have to find that, right.But lot body parts, you just have to find that just right. Type of touch. Right. And you have to, you have to spend some time to experiment, you know, because it might not be firm. It might be soft. It might be like, Featherlight, it might even just be some blowing, right. That feels amazing. And you have this whole body to, to kind of find that out about, and there's like, there's all these different parts.And so you'd have to spend time, but if we'd done this at this free cock centered sex, you'll never know you've missed out on this whole life of all these beautiful sensations. So I teach mentor to, you know, be with themselves, be more connected to their own body and what they enjoy, you know, relax, but also to use different strokes when they're alone, you know, not just the standard up and down with one hand, you know, you use two hands, use a, get a flashlight and use that as well.You know, like really experiment, really being [00:40:00] playful. Being the playfulness of yourself to learn, because this allows you to understand your arousal a bit more. And it also means that when you start getting very aroused, when you're alone, you can slow down and you start to understand your arousal rate as it rises so that when you do go into the bedroom with someone else, you can slow down.When you find yourself getting very aroused, because you want it to last longer. And it means then you just riding the waves, man, just riding these waves as they get a bit higher and then you can choose exactly when you want to. When you want to comment when you want actually, De'Vannon: oh, I think what you just invented, I would call, um, masturbation meditation.David: That's exactly how I describe De'Vannon: it. You should call it patent. Trademark gets that, that our circle thing on there, new masturbation meditation, founds, Fabiola.I mean, for the man out there. [00:41:00] All y'all got sensitive. Nicole's ears pretty much for the most part, if I haven't slept with a thousand men and I have at least y'all yeah. The deck for sure. But your ears and your know-hows trust me. Just let, let somebody touch them and see what happened. David: Yeah. So De'Vannon: does this get into the area of sexual performance anxiety or is that kind of like the same thing?David: No, no, there's a lot of, uh, you know, sexual performance. Anxiety is something that is, is huge for men around lasting long enough, right? There's a, this concern is fear about lasting long. I've been big enough having a nice enough body pleasing the partner, you know, all these things play on the mind of, of, of, you know, sex performance, anxiety, even for men in relationship.I know that some of my clients are like their anxieties around that they have a much lower sex drive than their partner. So their anxiety almost [00:42:00] is like, I'm going to come home. You're going to want sex. And if I don't want to, how am I going to deal with, how am I going to manage that? Right. So all these sorts of anxieties I've already.I do a lot of work for men about, you know, what's the anxiety, what is it? How can you work for it? How can you discuss it with your partner? Right. Where does it really come from? Is it a real anxiety, even, you know, is it a real fear and worry when it comes to sex? Like the one around often that comes from men is like, oh, I want to please, my partner, I've heard, she's been with other men, you know, we want to please her.And it's like, okay, how do you think you go about that? How do you think you'd go about pleasing your partner? And this is a beautiful question, right? Because the way men come at sex a lot, right. Especially heterosexual man is I am doing sex to someone I'm doing sex to a woman. I am doing it to her. It's like, um, it's a it's, it's not a co-creation right.It's not a, uh, something you're both doing [00:43:00] together De'Vannon: from, from the woman's perspective. Sorry to get you off. But, um, so when, whenever, whenever. What I'm going to illustrate what you're saying. So like when I've received the deck from men before, it's like, man, look, they would look at me like I'm going to be like a workbench or like some sort of project.Okay. So while he's up there thrusting, everything's like, he's studying my reaction, everything like that and see what he is doing to me and the effect that he's having on me. It's a project to be done. This is what he's talking about, about people of the audience. And that's what I wanted to say. Go ahead and continue that.David: Oh, that's beautiful customer. Yeah. Yeah. It's like, it's a it's it's do you know what it is? It's very much nail on hammer. The hammer. The nail is the passive object in it. I mean, actually it's not that way. Right? Because, so when I do say so how are you going to please this partner you're going to be with [00:44:00] this woman.They're like, oh, then I need to know. I need to know, you know, how to make her calm. Okay, cool. How are you going to know how to do that? But you don't need to watch a video. Okay. What would you going watch? Uh, you know, there's some stuff on YouTube or, you know, porn or whatever, or other porn sites, right.Tutorials. Okay, cool. And then when you've watched that, what are you gonna do? Okay. So when I'm with her, and then I want to start remembering the stuff I learned and then do that stuff to her. Cool. How'd, you know, she liked it. Um, uh, she'll come how'd, you know, when she comes and, and you know, a lot of us, we, all men are not really sure.Right. That I dunno. Cool. And we get to down this line of, you know, sometimes they add in some more techniques to learn and I go, what else could you do? Sometimes they're done founded and I'm like, so could you ask her what she likes? And then there's usually a silence. Which I [00:45:00] can't do that. How am I going to do that?Then? She'll know, I don't know what to do. Why would, you know what to do? This is a completely new human being, and this here is just a coaching conversation. I've had like 20, 30 times. Right. And they're like, I can do that. I can ask them like what they like. Yeah. And then what will they tell me if they know?Yeah. And then you can do those things, right? Yeah. And then you know that they enjoy that because they told you because they told you beforehand. Yeah. And isn't that a much better thing. And it opens up a lot more, but this is so radical. Right. Because there's this idea that we should all know exactly how to have sex really well with any different person that comes along.Right. Which is really, when you think about is ludicrous. And what it also does on the flip side is with this masculine doing too, it also means that a woman becomes, she doesn't have any responsibility. Right. Which isn't good, right. For her own pleasure because it's [00:46:00] like, oh, he does this to me. So if I have a shit time out, fuck is his fault.Cause he shouldn't bet. So it means that all the responsibility sits with the man about, you know, being right, being good. And the woman's left generally unhappy. Right? Let's be honest about it. Right? If you canvas women around the world about their sexual enjoyment with, with the men that we've. So what my thing is rebalancing is like saying to women, and I think there's a lot of female empowerment.There's a lot of beautiful female empowerment happening. And I love to see, you know, I try to even be part of it, right. Where I can is like speak up as a woman and say, this is what I want. This is what I need is what I desire as a man. Hear that and hear that as like a person that you're with a woman you love, who's loving you.Who wants you to feel pleasure and wants you to know what she enjoys to bake. You can enjoy it together. And it becomes a co-creation instead of the project being done to.De'Vannon: A co a co-creation a project working on [00:47:00] together. Sounds a lot better. It really, really does. And, um, but, but you in pun intended, hit the nail on the head when you were talking about when you were talking about men, not men, not feeling like they could just ask the simple question, communicating and stuff like that is the, if the episode or of any sort of connectiveness that anyone that any two or more people are going to have together.And it's really just that simple or. And, you know, you could just ask, you know, there's the, there's no need to make it a pop quiz or an exam. There's just, it's just simple girl. What do you like? And look, women are freaky as hell and not like she's some shy little school girl, just because she don't come out at him.Perverted, you know, society has taught her, you know, she's got to act like a lady and that's a whole other thing, but trust me, she know what to do with a Dick. Women love sucking them. [00:48:00] She can move them and love the male anatomy and, uh, but a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot of us, the girls are waiting on you to initiate a lot of stuff.But once you do that baby, well, then it's all good. You know,David: it's a question. Is it similar in the, in the Creek community? Is it there's there's men who are like, I do the De'Vannon: Dewey. And then what community, how did you refer to it? David: In the queer community? De'Vannon: Okay. Yeah, I thought she said, it's the term that I had been recognized. I was like, okay, this is a new thing from across the pond.Okay. So something in a gay world, if you are the penetrative one, the one who's sticking the Dick into the asshole or whatever hole you are choosing that particular day. Then we call you a top. If you are the one receiving the Dick and we call you a bottom, if you Afrique and you like at all, we call you versatile.And, um, [00:49:00] but yeah, it's very much, the dynamics are not the same. I'm glad you brought that up because that was going to be my next point, how these, these struggles are the same for gay men, straight men by men, men who prefer not to be labeled any kind of way, but at the end of the day, even in the gay world, I mean, I mean, I've had straight men by men, gay men and everything.It's the same across the board in terms of if they get stage fright, if they are feeling insecure and stuff like that, if they feel, you know, the whole, you know, men can get into their fields and it doesn't matter. And so everything that David has said, this applies to gay men, straight men. Then you have a lot of gay men who were super, super, super, super, super machismo that it doesn't matter.You know, he, he w he'll tell you that he's gay, but that doesn't, he doesn't view himself as a feminine or girly or anything at all. You know, it's all about, you know, and then they'll get into fights and everything [00:50:00] like that. Like, it doesn't matter. I'm not saying men are fighting us what they do, but that brings me to toxic masculinity.I want you to talk, talk to us about. What it is, you know, why it's a problem? Where does this toxic masculinity come from? My Naval guy who, who knows he's toxic has toxic masculinity. You know, like he knows it. He'll be like, yeah, I'll have toxic masculinity. Like, and you know, and then the conversation would go from there.And it, and it was because when I was a massage therapist, I was like, yeah, you should come get a massage. And Tommy was like, yeah, no only girls only girls get attached to me. And I was like, okay. You know, and that, you know, people don't want to have sex with you just so they give you a massage. Like it just, I'm sorry, it's not that serious.And he's like, you know, he was like, yeah, I know, I know. But I just have to talk to them as salinity. And you know, this is just how it is, you know, whateverfree from these expectations in this [00:51:00] toxic, I don't know. You talk, I don't know what to say by, David: so I think your friend there is a really good example actually, of where we talk about the self-mastery it's like he's identified, there's a problem right there. And he's identified that he actually, I don't know if it is a problem for him, that's, there's another, but he's not willing to look at the underlying thing.Like why is it that he's toxic and why does he hold these beliefs? And I guess also the question is is why is he not willing to give them up or try something different? Right. But that's a, that's a whole different conversation. So for me, the, the, the thing about toxic masculinity is that, and also the first thing that was spaced the word toxic masculinity and not synonymous of each other.Right. I think we've moved into a world where some people think that all masculinity is toxic and I really deeply disagree. And I could find so much evidence to only one who doesn't agree with that. So what we've, we've really got in this day and age, you've got the, the patriarchy, and I don't need to explain that to anybody.Right. Which you know, is [00:52:00] hurting black people is hurting white men as well is hurting everybody really. Right. But what it's saying is that it gives us these very small boxes that we have to live in. Like it's saying that. To be a masculine man. You can only be a certain way, right? Which is you need to be big.You need to be buff. You need to be straight. Uh, you need to want to have sex with women all the time. You need to probably, you know, earn good money, have a nice house, drive a fast car and all these things, right. And this box over here of what being masculine is, you know, think of, think of James Bond in the seventies.You know, that was for me is like not the pinnacle of masculinity, but he's very, he's very masculine manually. It doesn't show any emotion. That's something you can't do. If you're a masculine man, you can't show emotion. You can't care very much about anything. That's sweet. If you're a masculine man, you don't really care about anything.You know, you have to be quiet. Um, there's even an aggressive nature to being a real kind of masculine man. So all these things, if you put them all together, Right. There [00:53:00] are definitely part of masculinity. The problem that's really lacking when it used someone who is toxic exhibiting these toxic masculine traits is they lack, compassion and love right.For themselves. But it also have a people because if you have these masculine traits and you start to bring in compassion, right. And love the man who is saying, I can't have a massage from, from a guy when he brings love into that, he's like, oh, well, this actually would be really beautiful for me. Right.I'm going to, it's going to be nice and maybe. There's a bit of uncomfortability, but I can have compassion for my own uncomfortability and still do this thing. Right. And I think that's where we're really lacking is this love, this compassion, compassionate for each other. And we just talked through our world.You know, our capitalist world is just like, everything's about results. Everything's about money, you know, and we don't care about nurturing. We don't care about even creativity. You know, even something as simple as artistry is being decimated [00:54:00] really in our countries because Hey, if it doesn't make money, then it's worthless, you know, kind of thing.So, you know, all those things we would traditionally say are more feminine traits. And when I say masculine and feminine, I'm not saying these things are gendered. It's just the, you know, when we look at these things, you know, first of all, you look at some of the Eastern traditions, uh, like tantra for instance, is very much seen.You know, the feminine is the, what they often call Shakti's the energy of life. It is like full blooded flow and force. And the masculine is, is she, various consciousness is direction is, is boundaries is, is a container, right? And those two things together are, have amazing creative force, but on their own, they don't give you anything valuable.And I think this is a problem for a lot of men is they're just inhibiting all this masculine energy and they're not bringing in any of these, these more feminine traits that actually will help them grow as men, right. And grow and help us grow as a community, as a world to be more loving and kind and more [00:55:00] supportive to everybody and not just be so maybe self-centered and focused on results De'Vannon: and right in the thing is.You know, women, well, we're all lightened, our good and evil, masculine, and feminine everything everybody is. So that's a part of balance. And when we don't embrace it, then we get thrown out of balance. But see, even women like, like you were telling me before, expect certain preprogram masculine traits from men too, you know, I was one that way, you know, you know, especially coming from the south, you know, I was thinking men are supposed to act this way, you know?So if a guy did not act a certain way, I remember one time, this was really fucking, you know, tough to do, but like tattoos everywhere when I was like, you know, you know, on the streets. And they were like heavily involved in drugs and everything, you know, who was known, you know, having a big Dick and all of that, you know, you know, that type of guy [00:56:00] wanted like a grape soda or something one day.And I was thinking, you know, You know, you know, grape soda, you know, I was like, okay, that's kind of like girly compared to the sort of man that I'm looking at here standing before me, you know, but it wasn't right for me to put that, put that restriction on him. If he wants to pound some pussy and then go get a grape soda, then he could fucking pounds of pudding to get a very solid, it doesn't have to be or scotch or a bear or nothing like that.He don't have to go get high. And again, you know, he wants some, a Fresca, wherever the fuck makes Greg sodas, I don't drink soda, but you know that, you know what, that was his right. I shouldn't have done that to him. So what do I get that bullshit from in my mind? So that was me having some toxic bullshit going on about what he should be doing and rather than accepting him for what he was.And, um, so talk to us about how women can expect this too, from people and how this hurts women as well. David: Yeah, because we're all conditioned with the same [00:57:00] patriarchy, they're all conditioned with the same, uh, toss, toxic masculinity. So we've seen so much of this toxic mess and anything we've gone. Okay.This is how men should be. So then women are looking for a man, right. And they're like, they meet a man, maybe like me, for instance, who is, who would be like, you know, and I had this a lot when I was, um, in my twenties and even in my early thirties, it's like, women would be like, oh, you're quiet. You're quite girly.Really? Aren't, you're quite capped. I'd be like, yeah, I guess so. Yeah. I wear a color and I dance. I love to dance. I dance at my home on my own and I'll do all sorts of weird and wonderful things. And they'd be like, oh, that's quite girly. And I'd be like, yeah. And you see there, you're hearing in there, they have associated something like dancing in a man of something that's girly or wearing color.Like, you know, the shirt you have on right now. I'm like, that's a fucking awesome shirt. I'll be wearing that shirt if I was out, you know? So it's like, women would be like, oh, [00:58:00] that's a bit, you know? Okay. Are you, I used to get asked a lot. Are you gay? And I'm like, no, no, I'm not gay. And they'd be like, oh, I'm really sorry if I offended you.I'm like, no, no, no, no, that's fine. I understand why you said that to me. It's not offensive to me. That's what you're thinking. It's not about me. And this is the thing is that when we learn these, we conditioned into this toxic masculine way. And then we project it onto everybody and expect them to be this way.And then the worst thing is, is that. If we have this idea that men see difference, the woman has it. Oh, all men, you know, they sleep around, right. That's how they are because they are men, which is a toxic trait to say a woman sleep around. So then they meet a man and they're dating, or they get married to have babies.And they're like, oh, you know, all man, they sleep. My husband, you know, he's sleeping off a women. That's just how men are. And that's where she has taken on this toxicity that she's learned. She has kind of, um, embedded that into her belief system. And then she allows that to happen a life when really being a man and sleeping around they're, they're two different things.They don't have to go together. Or [00:59:00] even we get to worst things around things like physical abuse. You know, this idea that old men are aggressive, that good men are aggressive. So if you meet a man who's not aggressive, you're like, well, ah, he's not a real man. But you see another man over there who's like fucking frame glass or when at the, at the floor, because he's, you know, he spilled a little bit of his drink or something.You're like, oh, well that's a real man. That's where we, we kind of embed this toxic ideas into us. And then it hurts us as well, because this is the way the perverse way of the toxic masculinity is it also helps the men who are toxic because it's it strangles them into who they're allowed to be. You know, I have a friend of mine.Um, he is, I'd say it's pretty masculine guys tool. His bald is pretty bulky guy. And he did a lot of, uh, was it like street dancing? They do, it's a street dancing classes. Right. And he didn't tell anyone. He went to the street dancing classes because he was afraid that men would, would judge him would make fun of him.Right. And that fee could, there [01:00:00] is what toxic masculinity does. It stops. It stops us from expressing ourselves in the way that we'd really like to, because we fear the judgment of others. So we've in the adjustment of us. De'Vannon: Right. And when you're running around, like that expecting things from people that you shouldn't or expect things from yourself that you shouldn't, then you were out of balance and you won't be able to, to give love because you're not loving yourself.Right. And we can't give away what we don't have. David: Yeah. Yeah. De'Vannon: So then, um, I'm going to let you go ahead and have the last word and, uh, tell the listeners out there, your great wisdom and everything. I've so enjoyed our time today. So go ahead on and preach your gospel. David: What's there for me now.I think the thing that comes up for me is around how we deal with our emotions. I think. [01:01:00] This is a big part of the work I do, especially with men is that there's this idea that emotions are useless, and this is also a part of the kind of toxic masculinity, right? So we should, we should always do everything with the brain, but brain is superior to emotions and we should ignore them and we should, you know, get on with other things we're doing.And the truth is, is like our emotions are very valuable because they give us an understanding of, of our past as well, even because those emotions, some conflicts come from dysfunction. Beliefs and dysfunctional ideas we have, but

Hi friends!Today's episode is a cool one because myself and guest Amy Buck went live on Instagram while recording this. We knew we wanted you to experience Amy, who goes by the psychic name of Featherlight, while she channeled, and also wanted others to be able to interact, so this is what we got!It's so amazing to hear the answers that come through. As I mention in the intro, the cards pulled and messages in this episode may be for you as well! Just because you aren't listening live doesn't mean anything, because as Featherlight gets into in this show a bit, time isssss... kinda madeup ;)Enjoy!Keith's Cacao Site:https://www.keithscacao.com/?ref=261CODE: "CASEY20US20" at checkoutAmy's Instagram (Check out her new courses & eBook!)https://www.instagram.com/featherlightvizions/Casey's Instagram https://www.instagram.com/casey_edward/I Can't Wait To Tell You Podcast Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/icantwaittotellyou.podcast/

Lummi Island is written and produced by Alex C. Telander.It is read and performed by Justy Gee. You can follow find her on Twitter @gee_justy.Music featured in this episode is "The Secret Of Growing Up" and "Featherlight" by Lee Rosevere, under a Creative Commons license. To hear more of Lee's great music, check out: https://leerosevere.bandcamp.com/.If you would like to purchase the ebook, please follow this link: https://www.amazon.com/Lummi-Island-Part-One-Windows-ebook/dp/B07YNY12V5.For more information, please visit www.ostiumpodcast.com.If you would like to support the Ostium Network and get access to lots of bonus material, please visit: https://www.patreon.com/ostiumpodcast.

Psychic Amy Buck, who goes by Featherlight, joins us to share her journey of leaving the physical world to tap into her internal non-physical energies. We learn about how both Mary Magdalene and Archangel Raphael have internally guided her in life. We discuss the importance of believing in inner power and how intention leads to manifestation. Listen in to find out how you can channel your own energies.Topics discussed:How Featherlight became a physicHow a psychic’s role is to tell a message for someone who’s ready to hearChanneling energies and following internal guidanceMary Magdalene and Archangel RaphaelBelieving in inner power, intention, affirmations, and manifestations...and so much more!Below are Featherlight's Instagram (which has her link tree with alllll the things you will need) as well as her Calendly link. Mention the show for 20% off most services (excludes already discounted New Years services)https://www.instagram.com/featherlightvizions/https://calendly.com/featherlightvizionsTo follow along with the show and myself, you can head to:https://www.instagram.com/icantwaittotellyou.podcast/https://www.instagram.com/casey_edward/Thanks for tuning in! Make sure to subscribe, and please leave a comment and review on iTunes if the show is your jam :)

Happy Samhain to my witches in the Northern Hemisphere and Happy Mabon to those in the Southern Hemisphere. Would you believe that I didn't plan for this meditation to come out so close to samhain? It was a total accident! I hope you enjoy regardless. As always you can use this meditation as an offering to Persephone, to honor Her, or just use it at a secular affirmation meditation if deity isn't your thing. Let me know what you think!The music in this episode is Featherlight (remix - vocals by Heather Feather ASMR)by Lee RosevereMore from Simply WitcheryEtsyYoutubeInstagramTwitter

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Internet forums wouldn’t be the same without their villains and heroes, would they? Franco Cookson appeared on the UKC forums back in February 2008. He began posting prolifically from the off and rarely stopped to consider the responses from others. In those early days, he was the classic antagonist, cocksure and loudmouthed, but also somewhat detached from the climbing scene at large. He was also only 16 at the time, but in many ways his obsession with the North Yorks Moors and new routing means that he is operating in his own scene. Franco’s early climbing career played out in an unusually public manner through the forums. A couple of months after his first post he went on a winter trip to Ben Nevis with friends Ian Jackson and Dave Warburton. It proved to be an eventful trip, with Franco being avalanched, an ascent of Point 5 gully and Dave being dropped a full rope length when Ian’s belay ripped on an attempt at a variation to Smith’s Route. Mike “Twid” Turner rescued Ian that day and wrote a short piece for UKClimbing detailing the incident and some lessons which could be learned from it. Ian was a couple of years older than Franco and had become something of a mentor to him, introducing him to the wider climbing world. Twid’s advice was considered and didn’t name names. Franco responded angrily to the perceived criticism. He hadn’t been on the mountain that day, but felt that facts were wrong and showed no inhibition in attacking people who thought otherwise. Ian responded calmly, correcting a couple of misconceptions and thanking Twid for helping him out. Just four months later Ian was killed in an accident while threading a lower off on a sport route in Chamonix. He was just 19 and made one of those mistakes that we’re all aware of, but that can be made so quickly and catastrophically. Franco was in the Alps with a young team at the time. Losing his friend and mentor has had an understandably profound effect on him, but not necessarily in the ways you might expect. Rather than turning away from climbing he plunged headlong, often literally, into seeking out dangerous and difficult first ascents. His internet persona may have calmed down, but his appetite for unusual routes and not playing the game the way that’s expected hasn’t changed at all. Factor Two is brought to you by Wil Treasure and UKClimbing.com Music credits: Featherlight (remix - Vocals by Heather Feather) Lee Rosevere A Bicycle Ride Through The Nation's Capitol (Lokin' Out) Honey Trappists Sad Marimba Planet Lee Rosevere Waiting for the Moment Lee Rosevere Muted Space Tajirius Blur the World Tajirius Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

The Denisovans have long been one of the most elusive ancient human cousins, until now. In May 2019, scientists revealed the first fossil evidence of Denisovans outside of the Denisova Cave in Siberia. As the historical human family tree grows, what are we learning about why we're the only ones left? In this episode, we pose this question to science journalist Carl Zimmer, a columnist for The New York Times and the author of 13 books. Follow him on Twitter @carlzimmer.  We also speak with archaeologist Anna Goldfield about Neanderthals, another close ancient cousin. Goldfield is a columnist at SAPIENS.org, co-host of The Dirt podcast, and the illustrator of The Neanderthal Child of Roc de Marsal: A Prehistoric Mystery. Follow her on Twitter @AnnaGoldfield. Learn more about Denisovans and Neanderthals. SAPIENS: A Podcast for Everything Human is part of the American Anthropological Association Podcast Library. Music in this episode is by: "Willow and the Light" by Kevin MacLeod https://filmmusic.io "Honey Bee" by Kevin MacLeod (https://incompetech.com) License: CC by (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/)Music from leerosevere.bandcamp.com "Featherlight" by Lee Rosevere (leerosevere.bandcamp.com) "Curiosity" by Lee Rosevere “Let That Sink In” by Lee Rosevere License: CC BY (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/) “In Transit” by Matthew Simonson. "Summit" by K2 produced by Blue Dot Sessions, purchased with a professional license.

In November 1954, Ann Hodges was resting in her Oak Grove, Alabama home when a meteorite crashed through her roof and hit her. She became the only known human being to survive a meteorite strike. Ann was thrown into a media spotlight she never wanted and learned that fame can cause more damage than a meteorite landing on your hip.  Read full show notes and learn more about this episode at southernmysteries.com Connect with Southern MysteriesFacebook Discussion GroupTwitter @mysteriespodEmail southernmysteriespodcast@gmail.com MusicTheme Song “Dark & Troubled” by Panthernburn. Special thanks to Phillip St Ours for permission for use.  Additional Music"Stars Fell On Alabama" by Guy Lombardo, Composed by Frank Perkins with lyrics by Mitchell Parish, 1934. "Atlantean Twilight", "Dark Fog", "Ambient" by Kevin MacLeod (https://incompetech.com); "Featherlight" by Lee Rosevere; The Big Sky by Purple Planet Music Licensed under Creative Commons 

Take the Survey: https://wetflyswing.com/fantasy Show Notes: https://wetflyswing.com/glass Cameron Mortenson is on the podcast to talk about the Fiberglass Manifesto, the largest website dedicated to all things glass fly rods.  We talk about an easy way to get into the glass game with a $30 rod, talk about the history and where glass rods are going. Find out how Cameron built the Manifesto while maintaining his life as a police officer and father.  We hear a couple of tips to avoid your next ticket, what Cameron has on tap after retirement, and what the next big thing is for Fiberglass Rods. Fly Fisherman's Fantasy: https://wetflyswing.com/fantasy Show Notes with Cameron Mortenson Eagle Claw Featherlight rods are still available for a crazy low price.  You can pick up a featherlight rod here. The Fiberglass FlyRoders Forum touched on vintage rods back in the day but has grown since. The Cabelas glass rods, Blue Halo, Redington, Echo are all low cost rods that help you get in the game. Ebay is another great place to find fiberglass rods at a good deal. We talk about the Eagle Claw 7' Featherlight which is perfect for kids. Chris Barclay in NC who is into small stream rods, Shane Gray, Mike McFarland and Livingston Rod Company are all doing cool new designs with glass rods. Rent this Rod is one of our partner companies and was on the podcast here. The gear review section of The Fiberglass Manifesto blog. Big Johnson's book -  Fiberglass Fly Rods along with the pricing guide are good resources. Colin Mckeown was on in episode 84 who talked about how he built the New Fly Fisher tv show. E Glass, S Glass, T Glass.  Here's a blog post that talks about the differences. Check out this 45 minute John Prine video. Captain Kevin Morlock is a great carp resource. You can find Cameron at FiberglassManifesto.com. Resources Noted in the Show The Eagle Claw Featherlight Glass Rod ($29.99) Fiberglass Fly Rods by Victor Johnson Videos Noted in the Show John Prine | House Of Strombo   Conclusion with Cameron Morenson Cameron shares some tips on finding a good fiberglass rod, be that a nice $30 special or a higher end rod.   Take the Survey: https://wetflyswing.com/fantasy

Tobin realizes he’s been carrying around an insecurity since he was a teenager. — Dr. Christie Block is a Speech-Language Pathologist based in New York City. — Jacob Tobia is a writer, activist, producer, and author of the book, Sissy: A Coming-of-Gender Story. You can find them on Twitter and Instagram. — Henry Bae is the Creative Director and co-founder of Syro. Shaobo Han is the Director of Operations and co-founder of Syro. — Syro is a queer POC business that makes heels in all sizes for all genders. Music in this episode by Jeremy Bloom, Anamorphic Orchestra ("Taking Dark Matter Lightly"), Lee Rosevere ("Featherlight"), Axletree ("Goodnight Esme (Instrumental)"), Ultracat ("Disco High"), Juanitos ("En Croisiere"), Daedelus ("Make it Drums"), and Creo ("Place on Fire"). Theme by Alexander Overington. Support our work. Become a Nancy member today at Nancypodcast.org/donate.    

For 200 years, treasure hunters have traveled to Virginia to hunt for a buried treasure of gold, silver and jewels. Thomas Beale left behind 3 ciphers as a map to the treasure but only 1 has been solved. Did Beale exist? Is there even a treasure? Read full show notes and learn more about the Beale Treasure at southernmysteries.com Connect with Southern MysteriesWebsite https://southernmysteries.com/Facebook https://www.facebook.com/groups/southernmysteriespodcast/Twitter https://twitter.com/mysteriespodEmail southernmysteriespodcast@gmail.com More about the The Mystery of the Beale CiphersNSA's compiled list of declassified documents related to the Beale Ciphers and The Beale Papers Complete text from reprint of The Beale Papers pamphlet Watch the Expedition Unknown Beale Treasure episode Unsolved Mysteries featured the Beale Treasure in Season 1 of the classic show. Watch the episodeTheme Song “Dark & Troubled” by Panthernburn. Special thanks to Phillip St Ours for permission for use. Additional Music: “Dude Where's My Horse?" and "Angeline the Baker" by Nat Keefe and the Bow Ties; "Dreams Become Real", "Silver Flame", "Castleshire" and "Dark Fog" by Kevin MacLeod; "Under Suspicion" and "Featherlight" by Lee Rosevere. All music Licensed Under Creative Commons.

Go with me for a moment. Most of your friends come from your job. You are all close in age, you spend 40 hours together and often go to lunch together. In some cases, you even hang out after hours. Then you hire a new person. They are also similar to your age. Then you notice some characteristics: They seem to do things with little thoughts about long-term effects as you "only live once." They seem to talk negatively about many of the things you do They seem unfocused on your companies goals and are a bit self-centered. You try to ignore them, but every time you turn around they seem to be there. They seem to lie to you all the time Would you want to hang out with this person? How frustrating would this person be? How To Turn the Tides on Your Negative Inner Talk Notice it Notice what you're doing when you hear it Talkback and tell them to go away No matter what the inner critic has told you, you do have positive traits, although it may take you some time and discipline to retrain yourself to see them. We all have an automatic selective filtering system that (our brain) will look for evidence in our environment that matches up with whatever we believe to be true about ourselves. We will then disregard other evidence to the contrary. How We Feel About Ourselves Matters Events + Thoughts = Emotions If our thoughts determine how we feel, that means how we habitually think will determine how we habitually feel. (source) Give Your Negative Talker a Name I have a friend of mine who refers to his negative talker as "Grizz" as it's like a bear that roars at him to go eat bad things. I think I'm going to name mine "Charlie." I'm not sure why, but I can hear me telling Charlie to piss off, so I'm going with Charlie. Think about what kind of clothes this person would wear. Visualize this person. Now That It's Easier to See The Negative You Pay Attention to Your Environment The other night I found myself at an ice cream parlor. I thought to myself, why am I here? My inner voice told me one cone wouldn't hurt (lies). What had happened? I had been asked by my ex-wife to attend a Christmas party with her. Not as a date (They actual date had something come up and she didn't want to go stag). I wanted to help, and I'm not worried about us on a romantic level, but there was something in my gut that said this was not the best idea on the planet. The next thing I know, I'm at the ice cream parlor. Seeing Is Believing I have a wi-fi- Digital Scale which automatically enters my weight into My FitnessPal. Consequently, I don't really look at it much. My scale shows if I went up or down from the last time I weighed myself (which is typically daily). As the year is coming to an end, I downloaded all of my stats from Myfitnesspal and looked at the lowest and highest weight of the past years My goal for years has been 185 lbs.  May sites say 190 is the top of the range, and so I wanted to go to 185 Then I say that in 2016 I was five pounds from hitting my goal. After each year getting closer (with 2013, 2014, and 2105 each getting closer). I also see them when I get close to 220, or 225, I ge mad and get dedicated and focused. You Don't Need to Wait Two Weeks To "Start Over" Here is what I've done I'm using habitshare (I talked about this on a previous episode) to focus on the things I need to do (getting sleep, hitting calories goals, activity goals, etc) I joined a Stepbet this helps me focus on being active I bought a new treadmill (more on that later) I'm going to enter my weight into a spreadsheet that shows what my goal weight should be. (All Logical Losers can get a copy of this spreadsheet) My New Treadmill I've said the best exercise is the one you do. I tried a manual treadmill, but in a nutshell, I just liked a motorized treadmill better. I didn't really bother me until it started snowing. My activity went down to nothing, and the weight started to come back up. It wasn't cheap, but I know it would get used. I pulled out a credit card (not my favorite way to pay for things) and but the bullet. I bought a Horizon Fitness T101-05 Folding Treadmill that was on sale. Here is what I like: Built in blue tooth speakers built-in racks for tablets Featherlight folding Super quiet Goes up to 10 MPH and it also inclines Here is what I think needs improved: There are 40 different variations of programs that you can run, but the documentation on how to use them is poor. The built-in fan is an absolute waste of time Things to Know: It's heavy. While you can fold it up and drag it around, it's very heavy so pick where you want it, and put it down. From what I read, the Johnson company builds this brand all the parts for the unit, and they are well made and have won awards. Conclusion I've had it a week, and love it. https://youtu.be/CqDf2M6gq7c As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases Become a Logical Loser www.logicallosers.com

Jason Kim didn’t talk to his dad very much. But all that changed three years ago, when he got a call that upended their entire relationship. — Jason Kim is a screenwriter, playwright, and librettist. He's written for shows like "Barry" and "Girls" on HBO, and recent performances of his plays include "The Model American" at The Williamstown Theatre Festival and "KPOP" at Ars Nova Theater. (Photo courtesy of Jason Kim) Episode scoring by Jeremy Bloom, Yuichiro Fujimoto ("The Boys"), and Lee Rosevere ("Featherlight"). Theme by Alexander Overington. If you want to join our "I've Been Meaning To Tell You..." Project, head to nancypodcast.org/tell. Support our work! Become a Nancy member today at Nancypodcast.org/donate.

Hoi! Dit is de allereerste aflevering van TanCast, voor jou! In deze aflevering leer je in drie stappen hoe je een probleem efficiënt kunt oplossen. Dit kan gelden voor ieder probleem waar je aan denkt! Audio: Creativecommons.org/liceses/by-sa/4.0/ (Featherlight by Lee Rosevere (ReadyMusic) Youtube.com/watch?v=JRsDX-RfSLM

Young adult -kirjallisuudella tarkoitetaan 12–18-vuotiaille tarkoitettua kirjallisuutta. Silti yli puolet YA:n lukijoista on aikuisia. Miksi? Tätä pohditaan Oma huone -podcastin viidennessä jaksossa kirjailija Elina Pitkäkankaan kanssa. Millaiset teemat hallitsevat YA-kirjallisuutta juuri nyt? Entä mitkä YA-kliseet alkavat jo maistua puulta? Jaksossa mainitut teokset ja kirjailijat: Cara Delevingne (suom. Ulla Selkälä): Mirror, Mirror Denise Rudberg & Hugo Rehnberg (suom. Kaisa Haatanen): Niin se sitten meni Ali Benjamin (suom. Marianna Kurtto): Mitä sain tietää meduusoista Jack Cheng (suom. Terhi Kuusisto): Kosmoksessa tavataan Stephenie Meyer: Twilight (suom. Tiina Ohinmaa: Houkutus) S. E. Hinton (suom. Marja Leskinen): Me kolme ja jengi Kiera Cass (suom. Laura Haavisto): Valinta John Green (suom. Helene Bützow): Tähtiin kirjoitettu virhe Kōshun Takami (engl. Yuji Oniki): Battle Royale Suzanne Collins (suom. Helene Bützow): Nälkäpeli-trilogia Holly Bourne (suom. Kristiina Vaara): Normaali-trilogia Siiri Enoranta: Nokkosvallankumous Cassandra Clare (suom. Terhi Leskinen): Varjojen kaupungit -sarja Nonna Wasiljeff: Loukkupoika Sally Green (suom. Sari Kumpulainen): Puoliksi paha Juuli Niemi: Et kävele yksin Rainbow Rowell (suom. Terhi Kuusisto): Eleanor & Park Angie Thomas: The Hate U Give (suom. Kaijamari Sivill: Viha jonka kylvät) Becky Albertalli (suom. Lotta Sonninen): Minä Simon, Homo Sapiens Veronica Roth: Carve the Mark (suom. Outi Järvinen: Viillot) Scott Bergstrom: The Cruelty Sarah J. Maas: Lasipalatsi (suom. Sarianna Silvonen) & A Court of Throns and Roses Elina Rouhiainen: Muistojenlukija Salla Simukka: Lumikki-trilogia Lisäksi puhuimme: - Skamin kolmoskaudesta - Salla Simukan artikkelista Parnassossa 3/18 Jakson musiikit: “Featherlight” by Lee Rosevere. Licences under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 International https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ "Darkest Child" by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com). Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ “Saturn” by onlymeith. Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/

Everybody loves a hero. But villains can be much more interesting.  Meredith Talusan is the Executive Editor at them. She wrote an essay about trans villains in film for BuzzFeed.    Dan Kois and Isaac Butler are co-authors of The World Only Spins Forward, an oral history of Angels in America. Andrea Bernstein is the co-host of Trump, Inc., a podcast about the Trump family business from WNYC Studios and Pro Publica. Stephen Spinella plays Roy Cohn in the Berkeley Rep production of Angels in America. Stephen Spinella (Roy Cohn) in Berkeley Repertory Theatre’s production of Angels in America, Part One: Millennium Approaches. (Photo courtesy of Kevin Berne/Berkeley Repertory Theatre) Episode scoring by Jeremy Bloom with additional music by Lee Rosevere ("I Was Waiting for Him" and "Featherlight"). Theme by Alexander Overington. Support our work! Become a Nancy member today at Nancypodcast.org/donate.

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A new epoch has begun! Le Corbusier’s ‘discovery’ is that the style of future architecture is to be found new inventions of the machine age — planes, cars, ocean liners. But ‘Towards a New Architecture’ is, at its heart, an argument for a fusion of timeless values and contemporary technology — provocatively encapsulated in its juxtaposition of a sports car and the Parthenon. We went through the book in order, focussing on the chapters: The Engineer’s Aesthetic Three Reminders to Architects - Regulating Lines Eyes Which Do Not See The Pure Creation of the Mind Architecture or Revolution Mentioning along the way: LC’s early books ‘Etude sur le mouvement d’art décoratif en Allemagne’, ‘Apres Le Cubisme’, ‘L’Art decoratif d’aujourdhui’, ‘La peinture moderne’ Adolf Loos Piranesi’s ‘Campo Marzo’ The Ecole des Beaux Arts Poché as a heuristic Christopher Alexander’s ‘A Pattern Language’ Rob Krier ‘Architectural Design’ Greek temples in Athens and Paestum Michelangelo Patrick Schumacher’s ’Autopoiesis of Architecture’ at the end I sort of talked rather half-heartedly about Full Luxury Communism Music is by Lee Rosevere From the albums ‘Music for Podcasts’ and ‘Music for Podcasts 2’ ‘Musical Mathematics’, ‘Biking in the park’, ‘Featherlight’, ‘Places Unseen’ The outdo is by Mde. Ed. Bolduc ‘J’ai un bouton sur la langue’ archive.org Follow us on twitter // instagram // facebookWe’re on the web at aboutbuildingsandcities.orgThis podcast is powered by Pinecast.

Nila will be narrating her original short fiction in the genres of science fiction, fantasy, horror, fairy tale, mystery, and mythology in the upcoming Storyfeather podcast. She has been writing and posting an original short story every week since November 2013.  The podcast episodes won't follow the exact order that the stories were posted, but will start with stories from Year One.  You can read the stories at storyfeather.com.   And you can subscribe to the Storyfeather podcast now. Music Credit: "Featherlight" by Lee Rosevere is licensed under CC BY 4.0  

Have a Happy Thanksgiving Holiday from Ian & John!  Episodes will resume next week with Episode 39!   Intro and Outro music "Featherlight" by Lee Rosevere licensed by CC BY 4.0 /Cut  from beginning of track

Come listen as Reuben Bresler (@moxreuby) gives his thoughts on Kerrek's letter to Keyleth in Episode 69 of Critical Role in this Arcana Philosophical One-Shot! You can reach us on Twitter @ArcanaPodcast Undertone music "Featherlight" by Lee Roservere licensed by CC BY 4.0