Podcasts about Femme

durée : 00:50:00 - Affaires sensibles - par : Fabrice Drouelle, Franck COGNARD - Aujourd'hui dans Affaires Sensibles, Rosetta Cutolo, femme d'honneur, une histoire de la mafia napolitaine - réalisé par : Helene Bizieau, David Leprince Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

COMBATTANTES le podcast vient d'avoir un an ! Je lui souhaite de continuer à grandir, à mettre à l'honneur ces femmes qui se battent sur le ring et en dehors pour vivre de leur art, pour être libres, puissantes, sensibles ! Merci aux COMBATTANTES pour leur partage et à VOUS pour votre écoute.Je vous propose un épisode un peu spécial avant de nous retrouver à la rentrée pour traverser le monde de nouvelles combattantes ! N'hésitez pas à (re)écouter les épisodes, à nous rejoindre sur Instagram :https://www.instagram.com/combattantes_podcast/Si vous avez des envies de sujets, de personnalités, n'hésitez pas à me les partager ! Je suis en train de préparer la saison prochaine...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................Dans cet épisode, vous pouvez entendre les voix des combattantes Fadimata Amadou, Emma Gongora, Licia Boudersa, Asmaa Niang, Rizlen Zouak, Delphine Mancini, Aya Cissoko, Djihène Abdellilah, Odelia Ben Ephraim, Philippine Pereira Lopes et Alexandra Tekenah et du sociologue du sport Matthieu Quidu, Références :- LAISSE TOMBER LES FILLES reprise par Irina Rimes..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................Je vous souhaite à tous un très bel été !Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Tu la connais, la maman warrior ?Celle qui gère, qui encaisse, qui sourit, qui tient bon… même quand elle n'en peut plus.Celle qui dit "ça va" alors qu'elle est à bout.Celle qui se dit qu'elle n'a pas le droit de craquer, pas le droit de déranger.Et si cette force qu'on admire tant… était justement ce qui t'éloigne du mieux-être ?Dans cet épisode, je t'invite à regarder autrement la croyance “je dois être forte”.Celle qui t'isole, t'épuise et te fait croire que demander de l'aide est un échec.

This week your BFF's chat RPDR & fat-phobia, bad choices and how the devil thinks she's the fifth member of Destiny's Child. Send us an email with your thoughts/comments about the show: BlackFatFemmePod@gmail.com. Also, don’t forget to watch and subscribe on YouTube! Buy DoctorJonPaul's book here! Learn more about the National Association to Advance Fat Acceptance here Follow the show on social: Instagram | BlueSky | Tik-Tok Follow DoctorJonPaul: BlueSky | Instagram | Website | Tik-Tok Follow Jordan: Instagram | Website | Tik-TokSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Une nouvelle histoire se prépare pour la chaîne. Avant de revenir très vite avec des épisodes inédits, on se replonge dans vos épisodes coups de cœur. Bonne écoute et à très bientôt !Aujourd'hui, avec Julien Bray,  kinésithérapeute formé en micro nutrition, on aborde les impacts du sport sur nos intestins. Eh oui, que se passe t-il dans notre ventre quand on fait du sport ? Et pourquoi, parfois, on ressent de l'inconfort ? La réponse dans cet épisode.❓ Qu'est-ce que le régime méditerranéen ?

Our favorite part of the Sissy Pageant is where we get to read your answers to various questions. This episode includes your answers to questions like: “What are some of the greatest challenges of your feminization?” “How does a Femdom Mistress, Goddess or caring, Dominant woman help with your feminization?”“What does sissy play bring to your life?”Many people answered that self-acceptance can be a challenge and that having a Mistress and a supportive community has made all the difference in the world.Other comments touch on:Motivation for consistent sissy training or being femmeFeminine style and who gets to decide how someone should lookBody hair while crossdressing or dressing en femmeMasculine and feminine sides co-existingHumiliation as part of sissy playSubmission to Mistress or Goddess as part of feminization training.Of course, you'll hear personal stories, our comments on your quotes and even a couple festive trips on safari including:Ms Erika's favorite body partMs Olivia's offer of 5 free minutes on your Discord session if you do a specific something.Our free adult social networking site: Enchantrix EmpireMistress Olivia's blog: Experienced MistressMistress Erika's blog: Intelligent Phone Fantasy

Tu crois que faire +10K€/mois en coaching, c'est la liberté, la facilité, le kiff total ?La réalité est souvent bien plus nuancée… et personne n'en parle franchement. Dans cet épisode, je te partage les coulisses sans filtre d'un business à +50K€/mois : les remises en question, les erreurs, l'auto-sabotage… mais aussi les clés pour tenir sur la durée et vraiment vivre de ton activité. Tu vas découvrir : ✅ Les coulisses réelles (et parfois inconfortables) d'un business qui cartonne ✅ Pourquoi ton état d'esprit est la seule vraie stratégie qui compte ✅ Comment aligner ton activité avec ta vision, sans t'épuiser ✅ Ce qui fait vraiment la différence entre stagner et scaler Ce podcast pourrait bien changer ta façon de voir ton activité. Pas de recette miracle ici, mais un vrai miroir pour t'aider à upgrader — avec simplicité, clarté et intention.

Tu connais le Festival Agir à Lyon ? Inscris-toi pour une journée de folie sur l'écologie et la solidarité le 28 septembre !__ Voici un extrait de l'épisode de demain, sur mon bilan de cette année et les nouveautés à venir.__Soutenir Soif de Sens via Tipeee.__Merci au sponsor du mois : le Festival Agir à Lyon ! Ami Lyonnais, inscris-toi pour une journée de folie sur l'écologie et la solidarité à Lyon le 28 septembre !Au programme : Ateliers, balade sur la nature en ville et témoignages de reconversion pro ! L'Institut Transitions qui forme en 1 an aux métiers de la transition sera sur place.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 3 Change of Pace, Change of Place. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.   I'm pretty sure it was only for a moment, but it could have been a couple minutes. When I came to, I was still inside Erica, and still mostly hard. I pulled out and was quickly followed by our leaking mess spilling onto the sheets. Erica didn't move, except for heavy breathing. Then she rolled onto her side, legs coming up into a fetal position, ass pointed back at me. Her messy, cummy twat peeked at me between her legs and butt cheeks. Sitting back on my ass, I blinked a few times and tried to re-center myself until I gave up and fell backwards, breathing hard and looking up at the ceiling. "God damn, E," I said. "That was something fucking else." No response. I rolled over, dragging myself up to lay next to her. "Erica?" Her eyes were closed and she was looking comfortable, if a little cold laying over the sheets. Her lips were moving, and when I got close enough it sounded like she was whispering, "Imprinting," over and over. "That's kinda fucked up," I said quietly, looking at her otherwise still face. She sounded like a computer program reporting on a status. The only thing that kept me from freaking out was the big, contented smile on her lips. I kissed her forehead, trying not to think about quite how fucked up things were, and then I rolled off the bed and stood up. Underwear and pants went back on, and I crossed the hall to the bathroom where I got a wet, warm washcloth and a towel. I returned to the room and carefully wiped down Erica's twat and ass of our mixed fluids, then wrapped her in a towel and picked her up. I carried her down the hall to my room and managed to get her under the covers. I'll admit, I also gave her tits another soft grope, just to convince myself this was all real. God, they're awesome. Leo was out of the house, which on second thought made me realize what I'd just done. I'd fucked his sister, and we hadn't really held back at all. If he and I had been hearing the 'biz' and soft moans of Erica masturbating I can only imagine the sounds that had been coming down through the old wooden timbers of the house. "Fuck," I sighed. Hopefully he had gone out to the workshop before we'd gotten started. It was still the middle of the afternoon so I went back to packing. It was weird, sorting through everything in the house. Also fucking annoying because I didn't even have many boxes to pack with, and I couldn't exactly just run out to the liquor or hardware store to get some. It was strange; I'd lived in the house for much of my life, and I'd lived in it with Leo for the past five years, but I still found traces of my parents and grandparents I hadn't thought about in ages. It had to have been an hour or two later when Leo came back into the house. He had rings of sweat on his t-shirt and looked like he was ready to punch something. "Hey," I said. I was kneeling down in the living room, busy scooping old VHS tapes out from the back of one of the big cupboards. They hadn't seen the light of day in probably twenty years, but I also felt like it was a waste to throw them out. Leo just looked at me from the doorway, kicking off his boots. "That was fucked up," I said. "Yeah, it was," he said. "You know I wouldn't just pump and dump her," I said. Leo twisted up his face in revulsion. "Fucking of course not. Jesus, Harrison. You're not an animal." "So why the fuck would you make her hold on to a high school agreement when she and I might have been good for each other, Leo?" "She told you that?" Leo's face dropped. "Yeah. She did," I said. "She shouldn't have. Not talking about it was part of the deal, too," Leo grunted. He peeled off his sweaty shirt and threw it towards the stairs, then headed towards the back of the house. "Where is she now?" "Upstairs. That's another thing we need to talk about, but I'm not done with this." Leo was pouring himself a drink from the tap. My father had gotten a new well drilled a couple of years before I was born, and then when I hit high school we'd gotten a pump system; I still couldn't believe we'd lived on hand-pumped well water until I was fourteen. Now, with a whole filtration system set up in the back shed we - It doesn't matter. It's all going away. That realization almost shook me out of the conversation. "What's left to talk about?" Leo asked me, leaning on the doorsill from the kitchen. "Leo, I've always liked your sister. This whole thing just... forced the issue. You get that, right? She's not betraying you. I'm not betraying you." Leo didn't answer at first, buying time by taking a drink from his glass before sighing. "Yeah. I know." "So what are you pissed about?" "Dude, she's still my sister. And you're my best friend. That's not how this is supposed to go! She's supposed to meet some guy that I don't really like, but I learn to tolerate him, and we make fun of him together behind their backs and talk about how she could do so much better." "Why is that how it's supposed to go?" I asked. "I don't know, man. That's just; That's how it was with my parents and aunts and uncles. My dad was an only child, but all my mom's sisters settled for mediocre guys. My parents tolerated them, and I got to hear all the family gossip and that's just how it was." "Leo," I said. "That's kind of fucked up that you would want that for Erica." "I don't want it for her, it was just... Look, I hear how stupid and dickish it is, as it's coming out of my mouth, Okay? But now it's going to be you two. He-man and... I don't know. Who's the lady in He-man?" "Dude, I have never watched He-man," I laughed. "Well, whatever. You're you. She's her," Leo said. "By the end of this quarantine bullshit you'll be together and I'll be out." "Leo. You're thinking glass-half-empty here," I said. "Erica and I get together, what else does that mean?" "I dunno," Leo said. "What?" "What does that make us?" Leo blinked. "Brothers-in-law?" He rolled his eyes, but I could see the smirk growing. "Brothers, Leo. Even better than best friends. Better than best friend roommates!" "Fine, fine," Leo sighed. "Okay, there's an upside. Just don't expect me to just... be Okay with you two getting frisky everywhere or something. You can be happy or whatever, just not right in my face, alright?" The sound of a car pulling up outside on the newly-widened gravel driveway crackled through the house. I stood up and headed for the door. "What was the other thing?" Leo asked me. "Something about Erica being upstairs?" "Yeah, yeah," I said, slipping on my sneakers. "She's in my room right now, kinda sleeping but not? This whole Vaccine thing has more to it, dude. Let me figure out what this is first." He grunted, giving me a questioning eyebrow raise and turned back to the kitchen to refill his water. Outside I found the same blacked-out, now dust-covered, town car that had dropped off Erica. The door opened and I blinked hard as a woman I could only describe as a cross between an elf and an angel stepped out of the back seat. She had long, wavy brunette hair and a face that I could only guess had matched up with Helen of Troy, with soft, full lips and wide eyes with a playful spark. She was wearing a simple, baggy white t-shirt that looked like it belonged to a guy my size, and with her slight frame she was practically swimming in it but somehow she made it look like a diaphanous dress. I couldn't even tell if she had anything else underneath it since the t-shirt came down low on her bare thighs. "Hey there," she said, grabbing what looked like a solid camper's backpack from inside the car and walking over to me. When she got closer she only somehow got more beautiful, but I also saw... something. That look in her eye. The way her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing a little more shallow. "You're Leo?" she asked. She had an accent, but I couldn't place it. "No. Harrison. Leo's inside," I said. She eye fucked me for a moment, took in a breath and breathed it out through pursed lips, then headed past me into the house without another word. "God damn," I said. "Yeah, she's running a little hot," Agent Sourpuss said. She'd gotten out of the driver's seat of the car and came around. "Got the shot at the same time as Miss Lacoste, but it turned out the guy she was originally going to be paired with got infected sometime in the past few days. We found him dead in his penthouse when we tried to drop her off." "Fuck," I said. And not because of the story. The woman had walked up the front steps of the porch, slung her bag onto it and had been stripping off her shirt as she walked into the house. I didn't see anything but bare back and a pair of tight booty shorts painted onto a slim, perky ass, but I was fucking jealous. "How is Miss Lacoste?" The agent asked. "Did the bonding process work?" "Um," I said, shaking my head and turning to the woman. "Uh, yeah. If you mean she didn't really tell us much but made it clear she needed sex, and now she's upstairs asleep in my bed muttering 'Imprinting' over and over." "Good, good," the Agent said. "Working as intended, then." "No," I said, shaking my head. "Not good. I said she's muttering 'imprinting' over and over. What the fuck is up with that?" "Look, Mr. Black, it's a long fucking story. And one you're not cleared for," the Agent said. "I'm sure one day you'll read a book about it or something. For now, just get out of my face. Alright?" "You can't seriously expect people to just go along with this. It sounds like... like,” "Brainwashing?" The Agent asked. Then snorted and started heading back to her car. "I don't have time to hold your hand through this. Like I said, just do what they say and enjoy your new fucking world. We'll be in touch." She slammed the door, the engine turned over, and she peeled out and drove back down the driveway. "What the fuck," I said. "What the fuck? What. The fuck?" I headed back into the house and stopped before kicking off my shoes. "Oh, fuck yes!" the woman shouted. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Leo yelled. They were upstairs. It hadn't been more than two minutes. I could hear them clearly. Fuck. Doesn't have a problem when it's not his sister, I thought, shaking my head. I went for a walk. I made dinner an hour later, and Leo managed to come downstairs to eat. He mumbled something about getting struck by lightning, but once he'd gotten some food in him he'd shrugged. "I dunno, man. She just walked up to me, holding her shirt, and said, 'Take me up to your room and fuck me.' I didn't even get her name. Now she's doing that 'imprinting' thing and it's freaking me out a bit." "Yeah," I nodded. "Yeah. Erica was doing that too. That lady agent dropped off your girl, didn't want to talk about it, and just said we should do what the ladies tell us." "Hey, that's all fine with me," Leo said. "She can tell me anything she wants. I mean... Harrison. God damn!" We called it an early night and I found myself climbing into bed next to Erica. She was still out of it, but at least she wasn't murmuring anymore. It felt weird, and kind of creepy, to try snuggling up next to her. She was still naked under my sheets, and totally out of it. I ended up putting on an undershirt and gym shorts and managed not to feel like a perv for long enough to fall asleep. The rumble of trucks woke me up, and I met Leo at the stairs as we headed down. He went to start making coffee while I checked outside. Two big trucks were hauling in a pair of trailers onto what had once been my front lawn and workers in bright fluorescent vests were directing them as others set up some concrete blocks. The trailers looked like they were the start of whatever construction HQ was going to get set up. "So it begins," I sighed. We brought out the coffee; it was an entirely different crew of guys, but they didn't have any new information for us. They appreciated the coffee, but when I went in to make more I realized we were running out quickly. Hopefully one of those trailers was going to be a break room for those guys because they were going to drink my wallet dry if it was on me to feed their caffeine addictions. The trailers were quickly set up, and the workers were gone, but a 14-seater van arrived so quickly that I figured they must have passed each other on the driveway. Inside were a solid dozen Surveyors, along with boxes of topographical maps and all sorts of equipment. I couldn't offer them coffee, but they'd come with their own travel mugs. They weren't much for conversation, though they weren't bad men and women; they just had a very large job to do. "We've done what we can ahead of time with the satellite imaging," the Head Surveyor said to me. "But we've got to plan out the development of this entire area in the most efficient building plan possible. They want houses built and livable ASAP." And that was where I came in. That promise I'd made to Agents Grierson and Walters had included my help with the surveying. Now it was time to give the grand tour. "I'll head out with them this morning," I told Leo. "I'll start with the front loop trails down to the highway and back. You want to show them the Arrowhead trail after lunch, and I'll take them up the ridge after that?" "Yeah, works for me," Leo said. "I'll go check on Erica." "Um... maybe I should do that," I said. "Why? Is something wrong?" Leo asked. "No, dude... she's just, uh..." I stammered. Leo's eyes went wide and he clapped his hand over his ears. "Nana nana" he sang, heading back out of the house towards the barn. I checked in on Erica; still asleep. I hesitated a moment, leaning over her in the bed, but went for it and pressed my lips to her forehead in a soft kiss. She mumbled something, pulling the sheets closer to her, and she smiled. It almost kicked my adrenaline, and I could hear my heart in my ears as I walked back down the hallway. When I passed Leo's room I realized that his door was cracked open, and I could see a shapely and naked leg and foot sticking out from his own sheets. I was tempted to peek further, but that feeling of creepiness from last night struck me again and I closed the door instead. I was kicking myself an hour later, deep into the trails with a half dozen surveyors following along and taking notes as I pointed things out and they asked me questions. It was the slowest I think I'd ever walked the trails, and the question kept flaring up in the back of my mind of what I'd missed out on seeing. Leo's girl was living in my head rent-free right alongside Erica, but now I knew what Erica was like; the mystery of what I hadn't seen was tantalizing fodder for a brain that didn't want to think about the overwhelming weirdness of the whole situation. We were back to the house around 1pm, and by the time we'd been gone a third trailer had been set up and there were two more of those big passenger vans, along with a couple of pickups, lined up in a makeshift parking lot. I didn't notice any of it, or the people working, and I didn't even answer the last question one of the surveyors was asking me because I was jogging for the house. Erica was standing there on the porch in low hip-hugging jeans and a tight band t-shirt under one of my unbuttoned flannel shirts. She had a beer in each hand, one opened and half empty, the other cold and sealed. I could see the emotions play across her face for a moment as I walked up quickly, and she opened her mouth to say something but I didn't want to hear a smart remark or a question. I wrapped my arms around her and I kissed her. She kissed me back, her arms crossing behind my neck as she pulled me deeper to her. Her tongue and mine met and teased for a long moment, and I reveled in the feeling of her in my arms. Her chest crushed against me, soft and firm, and her belt buckle pressed into my crotch as she melded herself to me. A whistle, sharp and catcalling, sounded from somewhere behind me and I could feel Erica shift both beer bottles to one hand. I had no doubt she was flashing them the finger with her free hand, and the laughter from the construction workers confirmed it. Eventually we had to stop, and I held her by the waist as our faces pulled away. "Well, I guess that answers most of my questions," Erica smirked at me. "I've got a few of my own, but you're not slapping me so that answers most of mine," I said. She pursed her lips and brought her beer hand down between us. "Leo said you've had a long morning. Up for a nooner?" "God yes," I said. "But I've always had a different definition of 'nooner.'" "What, you think I mean the beer?" Erica asked. "No, baby. I want you to,” "Ahem," a voice interrupted, and I turned to see who had approached us. "Sorry to interrupt." The girl, and I couldn't call her more than that because she looked like she couldn't have been more than twenty-three despite the tattoo across her neck, was wearing a rough sweater and one of those orange construction vests, along with a dinged-up blue hardhat with about dozen peeling stickers on it and her jeans tucked into her steel-toed work boots. She had some vaguely Latina features, mostly in the lips, but was pale where she wasn't tattooed. Erica's arm immediately went around my waist, and I lowered mine to hers as we held each other. "No problem," Erica said. "What can we do for you?" "I'm Vanessa," the girl said. "Are you Harrison Black?" "Yeah, you found me," I nodded. "Alright, cool," she said, looking me up and down. Erica's hand at my waist scratched my side playfully, and I lowered my own from her hip down to her ass, slipping my fingers into the back pocket of her jeans and cupping it firmly. "Well," Vanessa continued, "I'm the Foreman for the general laborers on site right now, and we've already gotten a laundry list of our daily jobs done so I need to start getting my guys into the house." "I'm sorry?" I asked. Vanessa sighed and then smiled in a knowing sort of way. "No one's talked to you about the day or week plans, have they?" "Not really," I said. "I've been out with the surveyors all morning." "Yeah, that sounds about right for this clusterfuck," Vanessa shook her head. "Well, orders are that everything that's currently in this house, and that barn, and anything else on the property that needs to, is hitting those sea cans in the backyard by sundown tomorrow. Demo on this place hits bright and early the next morning and everything not packed up is getting carted the fuck off." Vanessa, it turned out, was a straight shooter. It just took me a second to wrap my head around everything. Erica took charge while I followed along. I'd figured I had weeks, maybe months, before demolition. This wasn't the hurry-up and wait I'd been expecting. This was all hurry, all the time. Leo went out with the surveyors, and I started answering a million questions for Vanessa while she directed five big, burly guys as they began unloading my house into boxes, and hauling those boxes out to a pair of storage containers that had been brought in on trucks and plopped down near the back of the wide clearing that had been the 'backyard' for generations. Erica, I realized, was helping manage me more than anything else. Keeping me on task, keeping me focused. She helped me reminisce quickly a couple of times, helped me make decisions about what actually needed storing and what could get thrown out. I was getting a brand new house, fully furnished, courtesy of my contract. Did I really need the shitty TV stand or the ratty couch sitting on the back porch? No. Did I want to keep my grandmother's freestanding jam cupboard? I couldn't picture it anywhere else other than where it was in the house, I'd never even seen a piece of furniture like it in another house before. But it was an heirloom piece. Was I supposed to keep that? Yes, Erica helped me. Yes, keep the heirlooms, even if they seem odd or silly. Just know what's an actual heirloom and what's not. "You're doing well," she told me, stopping me at the foot of the stairs. "You're a good boss," I smiled, reaching my free hand around to hug her to me. I was carrying a pair of bedside lamps in the other. She frowned and shook her head. "I'm not your boss. And I don't want you to think I'm being bossy, and I definitely don't want you to start thinking of me as some nagging mother figure." I laughed and shook my head. "Never. E, you're just a natural manager. Of people, or situations. I needed a minute, not an hour, and you helped me get on track way faster than I would have without you. Plus," I grinned, and let my hand slide up from around her waist to softly take her tit in my hand and squeeze playfully, "Ain't nothing of a 'nagging mother' about you." She smirked and bit her lip as I squeezed her braless tit a little more firmly. "Well, good," she said, and rubbed the front of my pants. "And thanks for the very weird compliment from my b,” She stopped short, eyes going a little wide. I chuckled and leaned down to kiss her cheek, then her lips. "You can say it. I'd be happy to." "I've never said that so fast before. It hasn't even been a day," she said. "Not officially," I countered. "But we've also been living together for a couple of months. And before that we went on casual group dates. We just didn't know it at the time." She rolled her eyes but her grin was everything to me. "Well, if you put it that way..." I kissed her again. "God, I want to fuck you," I said. "Yes, please," she hummed back. We separated. I watched her walking away, the way her ass moved. The way my shirt hung on her. An hour or so later we'd gotten a lot of the preliminary stuff cleared up, and after a quick conference with Vanessa, we decided that the big guys on her team were probably going to be most useful getting all of Leo's woodworking equipment safely moved out to the storage containers from the barn. I'd helped Leo move all of those heavier tools into the barn over the past five years and each one was a son of a bitch, and we didn't have any forklifts to make it easier. The guys hadn't been out of the house for more than fifteen minutes when I was busy taking old pictures off the walls of the living room while Erica was getting to the ones in the front hall. "Hmm, morning," a warm, honeyed voice said from Erica's direction. "Uh.... hi," Erica said, her tone of voice a little shocked but with a weird cadence. I turned to see who was in the house and nearly dropped a glass picture frame holding a collage of photos my mother had put together of my sister and me. The elf/angel girl, Leo's imprint-person, was wandering into the living room and looking around curiously. She was as beautiful as the first time I'd seen her, and I figured she must have taken a minute to touch up her makeup. She had beautiful, pale porcelain skin, and her wavy chestnut brown hair still had a bit of a messy 'just got fucked' look. She also happened to be completely naked except for a pair of sheer panties that left it very obvious she was shaved to the wood down below. Her tits were so perfect and perky, big enough on her thin frame to look almost fake but somehow still natural; either the best boob job ever or the perfect genetic lottery. Her areolas and stubby nipples, puffed and firm in the cool spring air even in the house, were the same soft shade of pink as her lips. "Hey there," she said, giving me a little smile and a wave. "I think I almost fucked you yesterday, yeah?" I coughed. "Um, no. Definitely not that close." "Hmm," she smiled, looking around the chaos of the house. "Well, maybe not, but I definitely remember wanting to jump your bones. Where can I get some water?" "Through there," I pointed her towards the kitchen. "Hey, we didn't actually meet. I'm Harrison, Leo's roommate." "Oh, right," the woman said, then stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. A naked-lady hug. While I was looking over her shoulder at Erica, who was staring from the hallway door with an expression between utter confusion and the kind of stare I could only imagine a 13-year-old boy would have when looking at this same sight. I made a 'what am I supposed to do?' face at Erica, and slowly hugged the naked woman back with one arm, trying not to think about those perfect tits pressing into my side and chest. "I'm Danielle," the woman said. I was struck again by that strange accent that I couldn't place, elongating some of the vowels and with just a touch of different intonation. "I got told all about you and Leo by that government lady on the way here. I guess I didn't realize you wouldn't have gotten the full story." "Yeah, no. She isn't really one of our biggest fans," I said. Danielle stepped back from the hug, with a warm smile. "This is Erica, Leo's twin sister and my, ah" "Girlfriend," Erica said, stepping forward. She opened her arms and Danielle happily stepped in for a hug with Erica as well. Erica looked at me over Danielle's shoulder and mouthed, 'Oh my God!' "And vaccine partner." "Oh, god," Danielle said, leaning away. "Fuck, I wasn't even thinking about that. Are we supposed to still be careful? We're all vaccinated, right?" "Very vaccinated," Erica said, then looked at me again and smirked. "Very, very vaccinated." "You too, huh?" Danielle asked. "Those orgasms,” "Out of this fucking world," Erica nodded. "Let me get you that water," I said. I left the two in the living room and went to the kitchen, taking a moment to adjust my cock in my pants before fetching a cup. Erica was attractive as all hell, and while I might not have been in love with her yet, I knew I was going to get there and fast. The physical and the personality just synced with us like that. But this girl. Woof. She was that unattainable attractive tier that you saw in movies, or on Instagram. When I was coming back, Danielle was slipping on my flannel shirt. "I'm really fine with it," she was saying. "I like being naked, and I'm a stripper so I'm used to it. Honestly, it kind of turns me on." "Yeah, well there's about twenty construction workers outside right now and I don't think anything is going to get done if they catch a look at you, Dani," Erica said. Danielle laughed and shrugged while she brought the sides of the flannel shirt up and tied them between her tits. I don't think my shirt had ever looked better, and somehow she just effortlessly made it a perfect, teasing shape that hugged her cleavage and slim torso. "You're a stripper?" I asked, offering her the water. "I thought most women in that business preferred 'dancer' or something like that "Hmm, only the ones who are embarrassed about it deep down," Danielle said. She took a sip from her glass. "But I made $300k American last year as a stripper, so why should I care what other people think of me? I'm a businesswoman and entrepreneur, and I work hard to make sure my product is amazing. And my product happens to be stripping off my clothes and making guys cream their pants." I almost choked on my own spit as Danielle casually dropped her tax bracket. "You made that much?" "Oh, you must not be a strip club boy, are you?" Danielle smiled at me. "He will be," Erica said, chuckling. "I will?" "Oh yeah, baby," Erica said. "Half of my best clients are strippers. I'm a tattoo artist, by the way," she said to Danielle, then smirked at me again. "Once the world opens back up, I know some babes who are going to rock your world. I can't wait to see the look on your face!" "Well, it's always nice to find a discerning lady-fan of the art," Danielle said. "Honestly, women always make the best fans. Guys shell out more cash, but women just appreciate us more." The front door of the house opened and Vanessa walked in, stopping as she saw Danielle standing between Erica and me in nothing but my shirt and her panties. "Fuck, sorry," she said, and she looked like she was going to head right back out the door, then re-thought that and stayed where she was. "Um, Harrison, we could use your help out in the barn. Any shot we can get that old tractor running to move the planer?" "We can try," I said. "I didn't need it to plough the past couple of winters since the ATVs did the trick. I'll see if it'll turn over." I left Danielle in Erica's hands; something which both brought chub-inducing pictures to mind, but also just a touch of jealousy considering the open lust my now-girlfriend was showing for her twin's vaccine-fuck-friend. We really need to figure out some terms and definitions, I sighed. The tractor, in fact, did not turn over. It was deader than a doornail. With enough leverage and muscle power, we managed to get Leo's big planer; which he had thankfully already prepped for moving; onto a trailer we used with the ATVs and carefully towed the sucker with two guys on either side to keep it balanced and upright. Vanessa shooed me away after that, telling me to go keep packing up the valuables and let her paid gorillas do the heavy lifting. The big laborers all grumbled good-naturedly at her name-calling, and as I was leaving them I heard one trying, "Me Tarzan, you Jane." "Yeah, and I'll Jane you right in the mouth if you start trying to hit on me, Tarzan," she replied. "I don't shit where I eat, unlike you goddamned animals." Back in the house, Erica was helping Danielle start packing Leo's things up in his bedroom, so I went back to work cleaning out all the corners of the house. The one thing I realized was that I didn't actually need to be neat about anything. The last time I'd moved, when Leo and I had left our place back in Portland and come up to the homestead, half of the bother was cleaning everything up to make sure we got our security deposits back. This place was gonna get knocked over in two days, so what was the point of cleaning? I'd been trying to find time to sneak Erica to somewhere private, and maybe to fool around a bit now that that was part of our relationship, but Danielle was too full of questions. If she wasn't chatting with Erica, she was asking me all sorts of questions about the house, my family, and the deal with the land and the vaccine. I was happy to chat with her as we packed up the kitchen, or while she helped me as I handed her things out from the little root cellar under the house, but that smile and those eyes were hard not to get distracted by. Not to mention the braless cleavage in my shirt and her toned, bare midriff and legs since she only bothered to slip on a pair of booty shorts to complete her outfit. It turned out that Danielle had known about the vaccine longer than any of us by about a day and a half. The Government, whichever agency was running the whole thing, had gotten her contact information from a couple of the strip clubs in Portland where she'd been scheduled to work before the lockdown. Danielle was the kind of girl who took risks, so she immediately signed up to be a Phase 2 tester for the vaccine; Portland was one of three secondary trial locations across the country in 'Phase 2.' She'd asked around once she got tested and entered the Quarantine Hotel, and it turned out most of the women who'd been contacted had been sex workers of one sort or another; strippers, dancers, Only Fans models, high-end call girls, even a few honest to god porn stars. Danielle figured whoever was in charge had decided the sexual nature of the vaccine lent itself more easily to openly sexual people. It seemed... Well, it seemed weirdly logical to me, but also shady as hell. She'd received the same briefing Erica had, which she said had felt more like a meeting selling timeshares in Boca than anything else, had done the questionnaire and then picked a guy out of a list of twenty photos of her top 'matches'. She remembered seeing Leo on that first list but didn't remember why she picked the guy she did. They drove her to a big building in downtown Portland, but she never got out of the car. Her escorts came back about twenty minutes later and told her the guy wasn't a valid partner anymore, and she had to pick again. She got a new list, and Leo was on it. "I can't help but notice you aren't asking about him," I said to her as we were carrying the dining room table across the backyard towards the storage containers, each of us on an end. "You've gotten half my life story at this point. You're not curious about the guy you're, well, imprinted on?" Danielle smiled and shook her head. "Naw, I had my guy pegged the minute I saw him. I have all the time in the world to learn the details, I know what I need to know. He's sweet and boyish, and honest. You should have seen him blush when I walked up and kissed him. Hah! He didn't know what hit him." "Neither would I," I said. "You're quite the woman, Danielle. Leo's a lucky guy." "Well thanks, hun. But I have a feeling you'd know just what to do with me. I could see it in the way you were standing when I got out of that car yesterday." "The way I stand?" I asked. "Oh, for sure. You're a big guy. Muscly, but not a bodybuilder. You have that mountain-man vibe with the longer hair and the beard, but even after a couple of months of quarantine you still keep it trimmed and neat. And your eyes were looking at everything all at once. My Dad had eyes like yours, and he was Australian military back home. A man like you, if he isn't a prick, well... let's just say I've known a couple of gals with guys like you, and they are quite happy." We'd set the table down outside the storage containers and were headed back for the chairs now. "Well, thanks I guess. Hopefully Erica feels the same." "Oh, she does," Danielle smirked. "She may not realize it completely yet, but the way she's grinning to herself when she didn't think I was looking? She does." That little nugget of information made my heart sing. "Sorry if it's a button, but I noticed you said your Dad had eyes like mine. He's gone now?" I asked. "Hmm," Danielle nodded. "Years ago, so don't worry about it. Cancer. I was fifteen and it hit me hard. Mum got a boyfriend the next summer and within six months of that she moved us to California and I finished high school in the Valley. I hated the new guy, and then the guy after that, so I moved back to Sydney as soon as I could and was planning to go to school there. But then I took a job at a strip club to pay the bills, and the rest is history. I've been doing it for five years and did a tour up the east coast of the US last year, so I figured I'd do the west coast this year." "Oh, well, I'm still sorry to hear that. It all sounds tough," I said. "But I guess it's good you found your... calling?" "Hah," she laughed. "Something like that. I'm not like other girls who have specific ambitions. I've just been banking as much money as I can, while I can, and having fun doing it. I'm not looking to go to med school, or become a lawyer or something." We were carrying the last of the chairs, and Danielle was telling me a story about her senior year in high school when Leo came back. It turned out Danielle's accent, a bastard amalgamation of Aussie twang and Valley girl, was the one thing she disliked about herself but she was just plain terrible at trying to fix it and it was because of some traumatic bullying while she'd lived in the Valley. As soon as Leo came out of the mouth of one of the trails, the chair Danielle was carrying was forgotten as she dropped it in the middle of the yard and began sauntering over towards Leo and the surveyors. She looked like a lioness on the prowl, and Leo stopped when he saw her coming. The surveyors, about two-thirds of whom were men, all moved aside to let her past them, watching with big eyes as she stalked up, knocked Leo's baseball cap off his head and molded herself to him as she planted a kiss on him that I could feel searing from across the yard. And she didn't stop. They were kissing a solid thirty seconds, hands wrapped around each other, before the surveyors backed away and came towards me, shaking their heads and grinning. "We need fifteen minutes, then are you ready to head out again?" one of them asked as they got near me. "Sure, sure," I said. "How many are coming out?" "All of us," one of the ladies said. "About... fifteen?" "Jesus Christ," I said, shaking my head. "Hey, big project at speed. Most of the time you pick quality, quantity, or speed. The government wants all three, and they are throwing around the kind of money needed to make it happen right now," the first guy said. "We'll be working like crazy for the next two weeks getting all the info, then another two handing it all off to the developer team, then back on site again to make sure everything is being built in the right place." I headed back to the house to get my hiking gear back on. Danielle and Leo had stopped making out and were talking now, but I could see Leo was holding Danielle's hand while she had her other on his chest, and he was grinning and nodding along with whatever she was saying. I smiled, happy for my friend, and went inside. "Hey," I said when I found Erica upstairs, cleaning out my closets. "I need to head out in about ten minutes on another tour." "Oh yeah?" Erica asked, turning to face me. She was still wearing that tight t-shirt, her sweat from hard work making it stick to her a little more. It cupped under her tits, making them stand out just that touch more, and I could see the bumps of her nipples in the black fabric. "Yeah," I said lowly, and stepped beside her, offering her a hand to help her up. "And Danielle and Leo are out in the backyard talking right now." Erica's eyes lit up as she let me help her up. "Well why didn't you say so?" she asked, and I pulled her in to kiss her, feeling her tits press against my chest. She hummed happily into my lips and slid her tongue across mine. I picked her up without breaking the kiss and brought her over to the bed, and she lifted her legs up to circle my waist and cling to me as I laid her on her back. I was leaning over her and she wrapped her arms around my neck, keeping me close as we made out. "Hmm, I want you," she whispered between kisses. "Yeah?" I asked. "Good. I want you, too." "How bad do you want me?" Erica asked me. "Utterly. Totally. Bad to the bone." She snickered and pulled up her top over her tits, freeing them, and I shifted to quickly mouth over them, kissing as much of them as I could all at once and as quickly as I could. "Ooh, baby, baby," Erica crooned. "God, you make me feel so sexy." "You are sexy," I said, pulling away from her tits and mauling them with my hands as I lifted my lips back to her. "Deadly sexy. Femme fatale. Boss bitch." "You say the nicest things," she laughed. "I'm glad you aren't freaked out by all of this." "Oh, I'm freaked out more than enough," I said to her, pausing our kisses to press my forehead to hers and looking down, meeting her eyes. "The entire world stopped, and now it's going faster than it ever has before, but you Erica Lacoste are enough to make me not care about any of it." She cupped my cheeks with her hands, then ran her fingers through my beard and pulled me down to her, kissing me hard as she kept her eyes open, looking at me through the soulful, hungry kiss. There was a bang downstairs, the back door opening and closing, and we could just hear the muffled sounds of Leo talking with Danielle. "Fuck," I said, as Erica let go of my beard and our kiss ended. "Fuck," Erica groaned. "Fucking Leo." Erica straightened herself out, getting her shirt back on properly and standing back up, while I straightened my hair a moment and pulled it back and then changed into a new shirt. I caught Erica eyeing me up from across the room while I was shirtless, and she didn't even blush or look away. "Yummy," she said and winked. "You're trouble like this," I said with a smirk. "You don't know the half of it," Erica said. "I feel like I've been set free. The only thing keeping me from tearing your pants off is the thought of my brother being in the next room." That made me laugh, and as I got myself together and was ready to head out I kissed her one more time, one hand squeezing her ass and pulling her into me as I held the back of her head with the other. "Ugh, you bastard," she said when we separated. "You keep getting better at kissing me." "Just taking your cues," I said. "Fuck you like I hate you, right?" "Did I say that?" Erica thought. "God, everything yesterday went so fast." "Actually, I think you said you wanted someone to love you, but who fucks you like they don't. I figured that went for steamy kisses, too." "Oh, it certainly does," Erica said, one finger tracing down her boob and nipple over her shirt. "But now I'm going to need to change panties, you bastard. God, you're leaving me here soaking wet." "I prefer to think of you as simmering for later," I smirked, and she scoffed and threw a sock at me as I left the room. The tour with the Surveyors was slow going, but it was late in spring and we had plenty of light left to us. Leo had taken them along a bunch of the lowlands areas, so I took them up the other side of the property, pointing out some of the ponds and a couple of old growth copses of trees. There was a solitary Redwood on the property which they all agreed would be a shame to lose, and I pointed out some other big, ancient trees that served as landmarks. Deep into the hike we reached the Spring Pond, high on one of the rolling hills near the back of the property, and I showed them where I wanted mine, my sisters and Leo's houses to be built. I didn't much care how they organized the lots, but the Spring Pond fed down as a stream into the Nehalem River that bordered the property, and it had sweet, pure water that had been a swimming hole for my family for generations. Other than the old House itself, this was where the Black family had made their mark. It helped convince the Surveyors when I pointed out that my family graveyard, dating back more than a hundred and fifty years, was an acre up the slope overlooking the pond. At the mention of a Native burial ground I could almost see all of them shudder, not in fear of spiritual consequences but of Red Tape. I had a feeling this particular project wouldn't actually care one shit if they came across potential burial grounds, but all of these folks had horror stories of major projects getting stalled for months, or even years, by old bones in the ground. The sun was setting over the hills when I led them back down, having reached the very far edge of the property and pointing out the markers my great-great-grandfather had erected prior to the first World War. It was twilight during the last few minutes of the hike, and despite being veterans of their work I could tell the long day of heavy walking, questions, and note-taking on the move had drained them all. As they left, trudging around the house back to their work trailers to file away their notes, I saw Vanessa just shutting off the light in the barn. "Hey, how'd it go today?" I asked. "Good. Better than I hoped, actually," she said, grinning widely. "How's it going in the house with your wife and... who was that?" "Erica's my girlfriend, and that's kinda new, and Danielle is; well, it's a long story. How's a beer sound?" I asked. "That sounds fucking great, actually," Vanessa said. She checked her watch and then nodded. "I've got some time. I'm technically off shift already, we just don't have any time clocks or anything set up yet. I sent the boys back in the van about fifteen minutes ago, I'll take my truck back to the motel when we're done." I fetche

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« Femme, pourquoi pleures-tu ? Qui cherches-tu ? » (Jn 20, 1.11-18)Médiation par Soeur Catherine de CosterChant Final : "Je suis vivant" de l'EmmanuelRetrouvez tous nos contenus, articles et épisodes sur rcf.frSi vous avez apprécié cet épisode, participer à sa production en soutenant RCF.Vous pouvez également laisser un commentaire ou une note afin de nous aider à le faire rayonner sur la plateforme.Retrouvez d'autres contenus de vie spirituelle ci-dessous :Prière du matin : https://audmns.com/DwJysxvHalte spirituelle : https://audmns.com/pMJdJHhB. A. -BA du christianisme : https://audmns.com/oiwPyKoLe Saint du Jour : https://audmns.com/yFRfglMEnfin une Bonne Nouvelle : https://audmns.com/afqCkPVConnaître le judaïsme : https://audmns.com/VTjtdyaEnfin, n'hésitez pas à vous abonner pour ne manquer aucun nouvel épisode.À bientôt à l'écoute de RCF sur les ondes ou sur rcf.fr !Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

« Femme, pourquoi pleures-tu ? Qui cherches-tu ? » (Jn 20, 1.11-18)Médiation par Soeur Catherine de CosterRetrouvez tous nos contenus, articles et épisodes sur rcf.frSi vous avez apprécié cet épisode, participer à sa production en soutenant RCF.Vous pouvez également laisser un commentaire ou une note afin de nous aider à le faire rayonner sur la plateforme.Retrouvez d'autres contenus de vie spirituelle ci-dessous :Prière du matin : https://audmns.com/DwJysxvHalte spirituelle : https://audmns.com/pMJdJHhB. A. -BA du christianisme : https://audmns.com/oiwPyKoLe Saint du Jour : https://audmns.com/yFRfglMEnfin une Bonne Nouvelle : https://audmns.com/afqCkPVConnaître le judaïsme : https://audmns.com/VTjtdyaEnfin, n'hésitez pas à vous abonner pour ne manquer aucun nouvel épisode.À bientôt à l'écoute de RCF sur les ondes ou sur rcf.fr !Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

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Charlie's Angels, poop cruises, and spy makeovers—oh my! This bonus episode of No More Late Fees brings the chaos (and charm) as Jackie and Danielle welcome back Jackie's sister Heather for a special “Insert Tape 2” countdown of their favorite lady spies in cinema. From Melissa McCarthy's iconic chaos in Spy to Drew Barrymore's unforgettable flips in Charlie's Angels, the trio trade laughs, hot takes, and sibling stories—including a toddler haircut scandal and a biting incident that may or may not be tradition. Add in some Miss Congeniality glam and Debs deep cuts, and you've got yourself a full-on femme fatale fiesta.But don't think it's all covert missions and espionage—things go delightfully off the rails as Heather shares what it's like raising two tiny humans, debates when to introduce Jurassic Park to her dino-loving daughter, and waxes poetic about her undying love for Biodome. This episode is peak chaotic sibling energy. Tune in for the laughs, stay for the spy picks, and beware of tiny scissors and dinosaur facts.—No More Late Fees ⁠https://nomorelatefeespodcast.com⁠909-601-NMLF (6653)—Follow Us on Social:Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/nomorelatefees TikTokhttps://www.tiktok.com/@nomorelatefees Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/nomorelatefeesYoutubehttps://www.youtube.com/@nomorelatefees Twitterhttps://x.com/NoMoreLateFees —CONQUERing⁠⁠myconquering.com⁠⁠10% Off Code: JACKIE10—Heather's Previous EpisodesBilly Madisonhttps://nomorelatefeespodcast.com/episode/billy-madison The Sweetest Thing https://nomorelatefeespodcast.com/episode/the-sweetest-thing Back School with Heatherhttps://nomorelatefeespodcast.com/episode/back-school-with-heather Getting Buddy Buddy with Heather https://nomorelatefeespodcast.com/episode/getting-buddy-buddy-with-heather Evolutionhttps://nomorelatefeespodcast.com/episode/evolutionFrom Ghostbusters to Evolution: Ivan Reitman Movie Madnesshttps://nomorelatefeespodcast.com/episode/from-ghostbusters-to-evolution-ivan-reitman-movie-madness

Raja joins Big Dipper and Meatball this week to chat about being in her silver fox era, her time in Ptown at Frolic Weekend, and why Tyra Banks is selling ice cream. Plus they discuss the origins of “Fashion Photo Ruview” and why Raja has such a deep love for the immigrant community in LA. What do we think of Raja's hair? Listen to Sloppy Seconds Ad-Free AND One Day Early on MOM Plus⁠ Call us with your sex stories at 213-536-9180! Or e-mail us at ⁠sloppysecondspod@gmail.com⁠ ⁠FOLLOW SLOPPY SECONDS⁠ ⁠FOLLOW BIG DIPPER⁠ ⁠FOLLOW MEATBALL⁠ ⁠SLOPPY SECONDS IS A FOREVER DOG AND MOGULS OF MEDIA (M.O.M.) PODCAST Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

REDIFF - Anne-France est née au sortir de la guerre et elle a été conditionnée à mener une vie corsetée, dans la norme de cette société patriarcale... Mais Anne-France, c'est aussi une affranchie, qui a tout fait pour se libérer de ce carcan et vivre à 200 à l'heure! Auteure du livre- "Roule ma poule" aux éditions Payot RivagesDistribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Arrêté en 2005 à Djakarta et condamné à la peine capitale en 2007 pour trafic de drogue, Serge Atlaoui avait été transféré et incarcéré en France en février. Après 20 ans de détention, le Français voit l'aboutissement de son combat judiciaire. Le tribunal d'application des peines de Melun, en Seine-et-Marne, a autorisé la libération conditionnelle de l'artisan soudeur de 61 ans à partir de ce vendredi 18 juillet. En exclusivité, sa femme Sabine Atlaoui a décidé de prendre la parole sur RTL. Elle est l'invitée de RTL Matin. Ecoutez L'invité de RTL Matin avec Stéphane Carpentier du 18 juillet 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Arrêté en 2005 à Djakarta et condamné à la peine capitale en 2007 pour trafic de drogue, Serge Atlaoui avait été transféré et incarcéré en France en février. Après 20 ans de détention, le Français voit l'aboutissement de son combat judiciaire. Le tribunal d'application des peines de Melun, en Seine-et-Marne, a autorisé la libération conditionnelle de l'artisan soudeur de 61 ans à partir de ce vendredi 18 juillet. En exclusivité, sa femme Sabine Atlaoui a décidé de prendre la parole sur RTL. Elle est l'invitée de RTL Matin. Ecoutez L'invité de RTL Matin avec Stéphane Carpentier du 18 juillet 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

This week we welcome Virr to the show to discuss artist we wish got more shine, how their identity inspires their music and what lyrics we have always gotten wrong in songs. Did we also mention we play a round of song association and give Joho their flowers for being named San Diego's Business Journals Leaders of influences. Applause, a round of APPLAUSE! Send us an email with your thoughts/comments about the show: BlackFatFemmePod@gmail.com. Also, don’t forget to watch and subscribe on YouTube! Buy DoctorJonPaul's book here! Meet DoctorJonPaul on their book tour in a city near you Learn more about the National Association to Advance Fat Acceptance here Follow the show on social: Instagram | BlueSky | Tik-Tok Follow DoctorJonPaul: BlueSky | Instagram | Website | Tik-Tok Follow Jordan: Instagram | Website | Tik-Tok Follow Virr: Instagram | Website See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

5 minutes chaque matin peuvent réellement changer votre vie, et je vais vous montrer comment dans cet épisode.Je vous propose ici un exercice d'écriture simple, rapide et puissant pour déposer vos pensées, accueillir vos émotions et vous reconnecter à ce qui compte vraiment.Un rituel d'été pour vous sentir plus légère, plus alignée, plus présente.Prenez un carnet, un stylo… et laissez-vous guider.****Rejoignez la newsletter Sensées : elle vous donne accès à un concentré de coaching, d'inspiration et à un workshop offert chaque mois. Inscrivez-vous gratuitement en cliquant ici.***Sensées, c'est aussi un programme de coaching pour les femmes dirigeantes, top managers et entrepreneures. Au sein du programme Sensées, vous êtes accompagnée en petit groupe ET en individuel dans votre croissance professionnelle. Vous êtes aussi formée et mentorée pour incarner pleinement votre leadership, avec les maîtres mots sérénité, plaisir, hauteur et impact. Intéressée ? Cliquez ici pour en savoir plus.**Notre guide "10 leviers essentiels pour les décideuses" est un véritable concentré d'outils de coaching et de mentoring, les mêmes que nous utilisons dans le programme Sensées. Il est conçu pour toutes les directrices, dirigeantes et entrepreneures qui sont fatiguées de porter seules les responsabilités. Si vous avez l'impression que votre quotidien vous échappe petit à petit, ce guide est fait pour vous. Cliquez ici pour obtenir votre exemplaire offert !*Vous représentez une entreprise et souhaitez développer le leadership de vos talents féminins ? : cliquez ici.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

L'aventurière du jour c'est Aurore Meynot.Aurore a eu une vie professionnelle très riche, elle a longtemps fait du conseil en stratégie et organisation pour de grandes structures, elle a aussi eu des fonctions RH en entreprises. Mais surtout, cette aventurière a vécu de nombreuses explorations confrontée à la nature et à l'humain. Au total 46 pays explorés et des centaines d'expériences fortes qui l'ont changée, et lui ont permis de vivre la vie autrement.Dans cet épisode, Aurore revient sur les grands souvenirs de ses explorations en pleine nature. Aurore Meynot aide désormais celles et ceux qui le souhaitent à se préparer à affronter les imprévus de la vie, à transformer des peurs en force dans des environnements sauvages et extrêmes en pleine nature. Pour partir en exploration avec Aurore dans le cadre d'Or-Kah : https://www.or-kah.com/*Orka (origine suédoise) : la force intérieure ou l'énergie pour aller de l'avant, notamment à travers des challenges, symbolisant la résilience et la détermination.

Réécoutez Confidentiel avec Ophélie Meunier du 7 juillet 2024.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:02:14 - Le vrai ou faux - La cour d'appel de Paris a relaxé deux femmes à l'origine d'une fausse information extrêmement virale sur Brigitte Macron. Depuis, les partisans de cette infox exultent car ils pensent que la justice a validé leurs théories. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Sébastien s'est promené dans les rues de Netanya pour connaître les astuces des passants sur le problème épineux : "comment un homme peut plaire à son épouse" ?

Depuis tout ce temps où tu rêves de lancer ta formation, ton programme, ou un autre projet professionnel, rien ne se concrétise vraiment... À chaque fois que tu t'apprêtes à passer à l'action, quelque chose te freine. Tu ne manques ni d'idées, ni de motivation…

This week, your BFFs sink their teeth into the blockbuster film, Sinners, by Ryan Coogler, and share how the movie has impacted how they see themselves (and how Annie is the true hero of the story). Then, we get into what the moviegoing experience means to us. Send us an email with your thoughts/comments about the show: BlackFatFemmePod@gmail.com. Also, don’t forget to watch and subscribe on YouTube! Buy DoctorJonPaul's book here! Meet DoctorJonPaul on their book tour in a city near you. Follow the show on social: Instagram | BlueSky | Tik-Tok Follow DoctorJonPaul: BlueSky | Instagram | Website | Tik-Tok Follow Jordan: Instagram | Website | Tik-TokSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Fanny, ce pourrait être vous : directrice commerciale, elle coche toutes les cases, est super performante, reconnue dans son travail et pourtant… Fanny sent un désalignement tel qu'elle est sur le point de craquer. Dans cet épisode du Déclic "Quand la performance ne suffit plus", on plonge dans une séance de coaching en conditions réelles : on explore ce moment charnière - fréquent autour de la quarantaine - où l'envie de réussir ne suffit plus à donner du souffle. Où le besoin de plus d'alignement devient vital. On y identifie les croyances qui peuvent enfermer, les signaux de saturation à ne pas ignorer, et trois leviers concrets pour remettre du sens et du plaisir dans votre quotidien de leader. Un épisode pour toutes celles qui traversent une crise de sens ou de confiance.****Rejoignez la newsletter Sensées : elle vous donne accès à un concentré de coaching, d'inspiration et à un workshop offert chaque mois. Inscrivez-vous gratuitement en cliquant ici.***Sensées, c'est aussi un programme de coaching pour les femmes dirigeantes, top managers et entrepreneures. Au sein du programme Sensées, vous êtes accompagnée en petit groupe ET en individuel dans votre croissance professionnelle. Vous êtes aussi formée et mentorée pour incarner pleinement votre leadership, avec les maîtres mots sérénité, plaisir, hauteur et impact. Intéressée ? Cliquez ici pour en savoir plus.**Notre guide "10 leviers essentiels pour les décideuses" est un véritable concentré d'outils de coaching et de mentoring, les mêmes que nous utilisons dans le programme Sensées. Il est conçu pour toutes les directrices, dirigeantes et entrepreneures qui sont fatiguées de porter seules les responsabilités. Si vous avez l'impression que votre quotidien vous échappe petit à petit, ce guide est fait pour vous. Cliquez ici pour obtenir votre exemplaire offert !*Vous représentez une entreprise et souhaitez développer le leadership de vos talents féminins ? : cliquez ici.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:36:30 - Le 18/20 · Le téléphone sonne - Troubles de santé, carrières empêchées, inégalités salariales ou harcèlement… pensé par et pour les hommes, le monde du travail réserve toujours une place marginale aux femmes, contraintes de s'adapter à un système qui ignore tout de leurs réalités physiques et sociales. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

What if your biggest heartbreaks, failures, and messy breakdowns weren't the end of your story—but the beginning of your magic? In this bold, beautiful, and brutally honest episode of the Sex and Bacon podcast, Sarah sits down with Michelle Burke—author of Hot Mess Magic—for a heart-opening conversation about owning your chaos, finding power in your pain, and learning how to rise without needing to be "put together" first. From losing her dad and grandma within weeks to screaming grief into the sand on a frozen Jersey beach, Michelle shares the raw truth behind what it means to discover the magic in your mess. They explore what “dark feminine energy” really looks like (spoiler: it's not about manipulation—it's about unapologetic power), why emotional availability in dating starts with self-honesty, and how sitting in discomfort is the only way to truly heal. If you've ever felt like a disaster in lipstick—or worried you're too broken to find love, success, or peace—this one's your reminder that messy doesn't mean unworthy. It means you're mid-alchemy.

[MÉTAMORPHOSE PODCAST] Anne Ghesquière reçoit Christine Lewicki, Coach, conférencière et auteur du best seller J'arrête de râler. Pourquoi tant de femmes vivent-elles dans le sacrifice, la surcharge mentale, l'oubli d'elles-mêmes ? Comment sortir des injonctions sociales et se remettre au centre de sa vie ? Et si la véritable puissance féminine résidait dans la joie, la liberté et le plaisir d'être pleinement soi ? Christine Lewicki partage les quatres révélations majeures qui lui ont permis de quitter le costume de Wonder Woman pour incarner une femme fière, libre et puissante : prêtes à arrêter de vous sacrifier, à faire la paix avec votre corps, à renouer avec votre sexualité et à suivre vos élans profonds ? Son dernier livre, Femme, fière, libre et puissante est paru aux éditions Eyrolles. Épisode #607Quelques citations du podcast avec Christine Lewicki :"Quand on se met en priorité, on montre à nos enfants comment être souveraine dans notre vie.""Si on veut se remettre au coeur de notre vie, la première étape c'est de revenir à soi et de revenir à son corps.""Le cadeau de cette vie, c'est le corps."Thèmes abordés lors du podcast avec Christine Lewicki :00:00Introduction02:00Présentation invitée04:42Stop au sacrifice !06:43D'où viennent les diktats de la société08:08L'auto domestication11:12Les 4 révélations14:33L'importance des rôles modèles15:53Arrêter de se sacrifier : égoïste ?22:09Comment prendre soin de son corps ?29:43Le plaisir créateur36:29La sexologie somatique39:59L'importance du plaisir44:23LA clé d'une sexualité épanouie47:14Explorer sa sexualité quand on est seul.e52:54Comprendre son fonctionnement intérieur53:59Devenir femme fière, libre et puissante !58:29Les deux voies du monde d'aujourd'huiAvant-propos et précautions à l'écoute du podcast Découvrez Objectif Métamorphose, notre programme en 12 étapes pour partir à la rencontre de soi-même.Recevez chaque semaine l'inspirante newsletter Métamorphose par Anne GhesquièreSuivez nos RS : Insta, Facebook & TikTokAbonnez-vous sur Apple Podcast / Spotify / Deezer / CastBox / YoutubeSoutenez Métamorphose en rejoignant la Tribu MétamorphosePhoto DR Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Lever des fonds pour financer son projet quand on est enceintes : Tatiana Jama nous raconte ce qu'elle regarde aujourd'hui comme une erreur. «Je pense qu'on a très mal géré nos maternités. J'ai caché mes grossesses avec un poncho à chaque pitch devant des investisseurs, jamais je ne referais la même chose. » Dans cet extrait, Tatiana Jama, mulitientrepreneure, fondatrice de Sista et Sista Fund, qui soutient l'entrepreneuriat des femmes dans la tech, revient sur ses maternités et les erreurs qu'elle estime avoir commises pour pitcher ses investisseurs. En 2024 , Tatiana Jama a publié un essai engagé aux éditions de l'Observatoire : « L'entrepreneuriat, un nouveau féminisme ».Découvrez un extrait de l'épisode #139, dispo sur votre appli podcast. Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Notre histoire commence le 13 août 1762.Nous sommes à Marcourt, le long de l'Ourthe, dans ce qui correspond, aujourd'hui, à la province du Luxembourg belge. A l'époque sous domination autrichienne. Nous venons d'assister à la naissance d'une petite fille que ses parents vont prénommer Anne-Josèphe. , petite paysanne ardennaise, illettrée, va connaitre un destin extraordinaire puisqu'elle deviendra l'une des pionnières du féminisme lors de la Révolution française. De Marcourt à Paris, en passant par Londres, l'Italie, Vienne, elle va goûter aux joies de la vie mondaine, aux affres de la passion et aux tentations de la vie d'artiste. Femme entretenue, femme libérée, elle trouvera sur sa route l'exaltation de la liberté, mais aussi la terreur, l'humiliation et la folie. Pour les siècles qui ont suivi elle reste Théroigne de Méricourt. "On l'appelait Théroigne de Méricourt" Une BD de Jacques Herbet et Palix - Weyrich Sujets traités : Anne-Josèphe Théroigne, Théroigne de Méricourt., Luxembourg ; Ardennes, femme, folie Merci pour votre écoute Un Jour dans l'Histoire, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 13h15 à 14h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes d'Un Jour dans l'Histoire sur notre plateforme Auvio.be :https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/5936 Intéressés par l'histoire ? Vous pourriez également aimer nos autres podcasts : L'Histoire Continue: https://audmns.com/kSbpELwL'heure H : https://audmns.com/YagLLiKEt sa version à écouter en famille : La Mini Heure H https://audmns.com/YagLLiKAinsi que nos séries historiques :Chili, le Pays de mes Histoires : https://audmns.com/XHbnevhD-Day : https://audmns.com/JWRdPYIJoséphine Baker : https://audmns.com/wCfhoEwLa folle histoire de l'aviation : https://audmns.com/xAWjyWCLes Jeux Olympiques, l'étonnant miroir de notre Histoire : https://audmns.com/ZEIihzZMarguerite, la Voix d'une Résistante : https://audmns.com/zFDehnENapoléon, le crépuscule de l'Aigle : https://audmns.com/DcdnIUnUn Jour dans le Sport : https://audmns.com/xXlkHMHSous le sable des Pyramides : https://audmns.com/rXfVppvN'oubliez pas de vous y abonner pour ne rien manquer.Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement. Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Femme de tête dans un monde d'hommes, Marie-Thérèse d'Autriche impose sa poigne sur l'un des plus vastes empires d'Europe. Archiduchesse de Habsbourg, impératrice du Saint-Empire, elle règne avec fermeté, défiant la guerre et les intrigues pour asseoir son autorité. Réformatrice avisée, elle modernise l'État et renforce son pouvoir, tout en orchestrant de brillantes alliances, dont le mariage de sa fille Marie-Antoinette avec le futur Louis XVI. Entre diplomatie et détermination, elle laisse l'image d'une souveraine redoutable, créatrice d'un empire à la hauteur de son ambition."Secrets d'Histoire" est un podcast d'Initial Studio, adapté de l'émission de télévision éponyme produite par la Société Européenne de Production ©2024 SEP / France Télévisions. Cet épisode a été écrit et réalisé par Claire Benhaim.Un podcast présenté par Stéphane Bern. Avec la voix d'Isabelle Benhadj.Vous pouvez retrouver Secrets d'Histoire sur France 3 ou en replay sur France.tv, et suivre l'émission sur Instagram et Facebook.Crédits du podcastProduction exécutive du podcast : Initial StudioProduction éditoriale : Sarah Koskievic et Mandy Lebourg assistées de Marine BoudalierMontage : Camille Legras Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

This week your bff's talk about the power of prayer, hop into their Iyanla bag (I wonder how she's doing) while confronting generational curses and discuss the best and WORST places to eat (since we both live out of a suitcase). Send us an email with your thoughts/comments about the show: BlackFatFemmePod@gmail.com. Also, don’t forget to watch and subscribe on YouTube! Buy DoctorJonPaul's book here! Meet DoctorJonPaul on their book tour in a city near you. Follow the show on social: Instagram | BlueSky | Tik-Tok Follow DoctorJonPaul: BlueSky | Instagram | Website | Tik-Tok Follow Jordan: Instagram | Website | Tik-TokSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hi babes! This week we have the lovely Madi Webb on the podcast to talk all about her story, how she discovered and embraced her queer identity and more!Follow Madi: https://www.instagram.com/madibwebb/?hl=enFollow us!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Faithlynn Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Shay Instagram ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠For The Femmes Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The following episode is based on personal experiences, opinions, and perspectives. While certain situations may reflect real events, no names have been mentioned, and any identifying details have been altered or omitted to protect privacy. This content is not intended to harm, defame, or target any individual. All statements made reflect the speaker's personal views and are not presented as absolute fact. Listener discretion is advised.

Il y a urgence, c'est évident quand on lit l'essai de Tatiana Jama, que je reçois à notre micro aujourd'hui. Il y a urgence à conquérir le monde économique, un monde d'hommes, encore et toujours, les chiffres sont implacables : 95% des dirigeants des grandes entreprises dans le monde sont des hommes, en France, 60% des entreprises du CAC 40 comptent moins de 30% de femmes dans leur comité de direction, et dans l'investissement, terrain de bataille de Tatiana et de Sista Fund, devinez quelle est la part totale des fonds levés en France par des start-ups fondées ou dirigées par des femmes ? 2%, même pas un dixième, même pas un pourboire comme l'écrit notre invitée.Comment être égales aux hommes si nous restons mineures économiquement ? est-ce que l'entrepreneuriat peut-être la clef d'une véritable égalité ? Voici l'objet de ma discussion avec Tatiana Jama, mère de 3 enfants et multi-entrepreneure, qui publie un essai engagé aux éditions de l'Observatoire : « L'entrepreneuriat, un nouveau féminisme ».Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Yoann Riou sait déjà comment il réagira quand il sera père... Mais ce n'est pas près d'arriver ! Retrouvez tous les jours le meilleur des Grosses Têtes en podcast sur RTL.fr et l'application RTL.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.