Podcasts about Fort Nelson

This week we welcome Dan McKee and Andrea Wilson from Michter's to the show! Dan is of course the Master Distiller and Andrea the Master of Maturation! We got together in Kentucky a few months ago and discussed all the goodness that is Michter's Whiskey and I have to say I can't remember the last time I laughed so much during an interview. We talk through the Michter's brand, their dedication to quality the goodness that is Fort Nelson in Louisville and we drink some delicious Michter's Toasted Bourbon! So get ready this week because its all Michter's with the people that know it best, the Master Distiller and the Master of Maturation on this weeks Bourbon Showdown Podcast! 

Tonight's first guests, Michael and Kaylen Aguilar, have had all of their Sasquatch sightings in West Central Florida. Of course, down there, they're called Skunk Apes. You see, Michael and his son, Kaylen, are field researchers for the Mid Florida Bigfoot Research Team, and Kaylen is probably the youngest Sasquatch researcher you've ever heard of. Sure, he's only 11 years old, but he takes doing field research seriously. That's due in part to the fact that like his dad, he's had his own sighting. We hope you'll tune in to tonight's show, so you can listen to Michael and Kaylen share their Skunk Ape experiences with you. They've had their fair share of them.If you've had a Sasquatch-related experience in Florida that you'd like to report to the Mid-Florida Bigfoot Research Team, please go to https://www.midfloridabigfoot.com/ and let them know.To visit the Mid-Florida Bigfoot Research Team YouTube Channel, please go to...https://youtube.com/@midfloridabigfoot?si=_gBDoVptTpo0uwuSTonight's second guest has had two Sasquatch sightings. The first one happened in 2002 and the second one took place in 2020. When he had his first sighting, just south of Fort Nelson, British Columbia, he didn't realize what it was that he was looking at. He thought it must have been a bear, until it stood up and leapt toward his truck. After it did that, he knew it wasn't a bear but wasn't sure what it actually was. In 2020, when he had his second sighting, he was driving north, toward Meziadin Junction, BC, when he saw another one cross the road. That time, he knew what he had seen.If you've had a Bigfoot sighting and would like to be a guest, on the show, please go to https://MyBigfootSighting.com and let us know. We'd love to hear from you. Premium memberships are now available! If you'd like to be able to listen to the show without ads and have full access to premium content, please go to https://MyBigfootSighting.com to find out how to become a premium member.If you'd like to help support the show by buying your own My Bigfoot Sighting T-shirt, sweatshirt, or tank top, please visit the My Bigfoot Sighting Show Store Page, by going to... https://dogman-encounters.myshopify.com/collections/mens-my-bigfoot-sighting-collectionShow's theme song, "Banjo Music," courtesy Nathan BrumleyI produce 3 other shows that are available on your favorite podcast app. If you haven't checked them out, here are links to all 3 channels on the Spreaker App...Bigfoot Eyewitness Radio https://www.spreaker.com/show/bigfoot-eyewitness-radio_1 Dogman Encounters https://www.spreaker.com/show/dogman-encounters-radio_2 My Paranormal Experience https://www.spreaker.com/show/my-paranormal-experience Thanks for listening!

Ever wondered what makes bourbon meet the American labeling standards, or what it's like to tour Kentucky's most iconic distilleries amid unexpected weather twists? We kick off with a humorous chat about Michter's hats and knee surgery, transitioning into wild tequila tales and a surprising introduction to Dry Fly bourbon courtesy of Matt. Rob Nelson joins us as we share our thoughts on legacy brands like Maker's Mark and its higher-proof, weeded bourbon---discussing whether or not it lives up to its reputation in the bourbon world.Picture this: a virtual bourbon tour in Louisville, complete with a stay in a quirky house and unforgettable encounters at distilleries. Remembering a standout VIP experience at Michter's Fort Nelson, we dive into stories of insider connections that led to exclusive bottle purchases and plenty of camaraderie. We also muse about what Lexington might have in store for future bourbon escapades, capturing the excitement and anticipation of more shared adventures on the horizon.Our bourbon journey doesn't stop there. From the thrill of unexpected hurricanes to the awe of celebrity sightings, we recount our tasting adventures, including memorable stops at Angel's Envy, Four Roses, and Jim Beam. We wrap up with anecdotes about Pat's Steakhouse antics, acquiring 60 coveted bottles, and even a touching nod to community spirit as we plan a visit to Russ with some Dry Fly. Join us for laughs, stories, and a passion for bourbon that promises to entertain and maybe even inspire your next adventure.

Mike Lisac (My Whiskey Den) was in Louisville and we took that opportunity to hit up a few spots on the famous Whiskey Row.  Our adventures also took us to a couple of stops beyond there, too.We visited Bardstown Bourbon Co., the bar at Michter's Fort Nelson, Buzzard's Roost (sort of), and Whiskey Thief's new tasting room.  Afterwards, we caught up with our friend Benjamin Eaves at the soft opening of Kentucky Artisan Distiller's  new tasting room.  We finished our time on the town with dinner at one of our favorite spots, Bourbons Bistro.I hope you'll enjoy this show as we give you some tourist tips as we recount our adventures on Whiskey Row and beyond!

Kris commissions his signature ‘Santa's Dildo'.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. When I woke up, I had a splitting headache. Blizzard was standing on a stool in front of my chair, licking the last of Sugar Plum's cum out of my beard with her long, sensitive tongue. She was wearing a white robe, one of Mary's new uniforms. I waited until she was done.“What time is it?” I mumbled.“Three hours after closing time,” she answered. “I'm glad the quitting bell didn't awaken you. It arose such a clatter.”I felt like throwing up. Blizzard grabbed a trashcan without me even needing to ask. She always knew what I wanted before I did. She was such a good elf. She held the can under my mouth.“I don't feel so good.”“You drank too much elf milk. So did Indigo. I had to send her home early. Everyone else stayed late to get their work done, just in case you're wondering. And be of good cheer, your headache will pass.”I saw the ripped up shreds of the secretary costume in the trashcan.“How did you know?”“I saw how you looked at Holly. I knew what you were thinking. You wanted to anoint her, but you didn't because you loved Mrs. Kringle. But you don't love her any more, do you?”“No.”“I thought not. I am very perceptive. And I don't think you're going to vomit after all.” She was right. I was feeling better.She put the trashcan on the floor. “I suppose I should tell you that I encouraged Holly to present herself as a gift to you. I felt you needed it. It cannot be good to go so many years without anointing anyone. I even made the pretty underwear for her. I wore the same pair last night, though I had to take them in a bit.”“Really? Those were the same panties?”“Yes. Imagine my surprise when you passed on the opportunity. Humans. Very difficult to understand.”“It's a good thing I turned her down. I might have injured her.”“Yes, but I didn't know how large you were at the time. Your elf servants have seen you naked of course, but apparently you triple in size when you harden. I am perceptive, but I didn't think about that. Silly me. So, it's definitely a good thing you didn't attempt to mount Holly. She had a very small pussy.”“How do you know?”“Oh, I made love to her the morning after you turned her down… well, she looked so sad and so horny. She didn't like my tongue at first… it really is quite long, even for an Elf, but she quickly learned to enjoy it. And I learned to enjoy the flavor of human pussy. It's really quite nice.”Even all these years later, the thought of Blizzard going down on Holly was enough to give me a hard-on. “You… had sex with Holly?”“She'd done such a good job as my assistant, I thought it was the least I could do. I anointed her with my milk. She was very happy when she left.” Then Blizzard kissed me on the lips and said, “Thank you, Mr. Kringle, for the secretary's day gift.”I smiled. I felt warm and alive. “Thank you, Blizzard, for the fantasy come true.”She laughed a high, musical laugh. “My pleasure. But it was only fantasy for the first few minutes.” She squeezed my growing erection, “I've got to go home, Mr. Kringle. Maybe tomorrow.”She hopped off my lap and started walking toward the door. I looked around and noticed that the cum had all been cleaned up. I'd have never known an orgy had happened here, other than the stains on my own clothes.“Is that sort of thing normal for elves?”“Not really, Santa. We never have love-share during working hours.” She said as she was walking out the door.“Then why did you do it today?”“You wanted us to, of course,” With a wink of her eye, she closed the door. Blizzard was a perceptive elf, but not a wise one. She knew what I wanted without needing to ask, but she didn't seem to know that sometimes what we want isn't necessarily what's good for us.SCENE 5:SAVING CHRISTMASAs Kris told his story, he rarely looked at me but up at the ceiling instead, perhaps afraid I might be judging him. He needn't have worried. I was sitting cross-legged on the other bed, listening with rapt attention, totally turned on. During his story he'd grown hard every time he got to one of the ‘good parts'. But each time he'd brought his knees up to hide what was happening. But I could see the outlines of his massive shaft inside the loose fitting trousers. I found myself salivating, itching to slip onto his bed and unleash his manhood. But I had a modicum of willpower now, so I forced myself to sit still and listen.When he started describing the crazy elf orgy in his office his eyes glazed over, lost in his memories, unaware that he was getting hard. Much to my surprise and delight, Kris' cock grew larger and larger until his pants were tenting straight up a good ten inches. Then, when he got to the part of his story where he sodomized Blizzard, his cock grew even longer and slowly ripped through the fabric of his loose (but not loose enough) pants. My god! He wasn't lying, it could actually do that! I watched in amazement as the head of his massive pole emerged through the splitting seam, encased at first in his silky red boxers, which were decorated with Christmas trees. But soon the insistent bulge ripped through the silk too, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Santa's fifteen inch cock! It was darker than the rest of his skin, ruddy and throbbing with his hot blood. The boxers and pants settled, revealing every inch of his throbbing Santahood. I thought he'd been bragging when he how big it was. But I shouldn't have doubted him. Kris Kringle never lies!I'd seen hundreds of cocks on my cross-country quest, from the tiniest little tadgers to the world's biggest pricks. I thought I'd seen them all, but I was wrong. This was definitely the biggest one of them all, by far! I don't particularly care how big a man's penis is when he's fucking me. It always feels great. In fact, anything over two inches thick is downright uncomfortable. But I've always loved to see and hold huge shlongs in my hands, ever since I'd given a bath to fake homeless Santa. Whenever I came across a hung Santa, I'd usually give him a hand job while he fingered me. Sometimes I didn't even need that much to have an orgasm, it was so exciting for me. So looking at Kris' abominable snowman made me instantly wet. I could barely concentrate on his fascinating story.When he finished talking about the orgy, his cock started getting softer, and he only noticed it when it flopped heavily over onto his thigh.“Damn it!” shouted Kris. He sat up in bed to cover himself. His cheeks turned beet red, “I'm so sorry. I hate when it does that!”“It's okay, Kris. Believe me, I've seen it all.” He smiled at me and fumbled his cock back into the ripped hole. I even enjoyed watching that. “I hope that's never happened when kids are around.”“No. I only see kids when I'm delivering toys, and to do that I need all my concentration on the task. I need to be filled, suffused with love and the spirit of Christmas. If I'm thinking about anything else… like naked elves for instance, I just can't do it. I mean, I have to fly my sleigh around to millions of houses in a few hours' time.”“Yes, how do you do that? I've always wanted to know!”“I don't know… I just do. I go into some sort of time warp, I guess. I don't know how it works. It just does. If I'm in the 'Christmas Spirit', that is.” The expression on his face suddenly became desperate and tears filled his eyes.Now I understood. I moved closer, sitting on the edge of my bed. “You're afraid you won't be able to get into the Christmas Spirit this year, don't you?”He burst into tears, holding his hands over his face, his secret fear spoken aloud at last. I moved to his bed and put my hand on his chest. “But what about last Christmas? You delivered the toys then didn't you?”“Yes, but with the added burden of the sex toy deliveries I missed almost twelve thousand homes! I had so send those presents in the… mail.” He said the last word as if it was the most shameful word in the English language. “This year, I don't think I'll be able to deliver any toys at all.” He began weeping again.Santa was a basket case.“Don't cry Kris. I'll help you figure it out.” But of course, I had no idea how. It had taken months for me to stop chasing Santas, even after I realized it was a self-destructive habit that was ruining my life. Christmas Eve was tomorrow! There was precious little time to quiet Kris' troubled mind.I lay down in bed next to Kris, and cuddled him, my hand on his belly, and my head on his shoulder. His strong arm hugged me lightly, but he didn't try to reach farther and feel me up. If he had, I don't know what I would have done.A dim light was coming through the window. Shit! I'd been listening to his story for so many hours, I hadn't noticed the time! It had to be after noon, because the sun was only up between noon and 2 in Alaska that time of year. But Kris felt so warm in my arms. I decided to give him a few minutes to cry softly, while I cuddled him and patted his belly. I closed my eyes… for just a second.When I woke up, Kris' cock had emerged from the hole in his pants again. It seemed to be towering above me. Then I noticed that my bare hand was wrapped around the base of it. Blitzen, it was warm! I could hear from his light snoring that he was asleep. I didn't move a muscle. I just looked at his cock, feeling his flesh in my hand. How long had I been holding it? There was something familiar about his cock… almost like I'd seen it before. Déjà vu… I watched as a tiny bit of pre-cum seeped out of the tip and dripped down the shaft. I stared in fascination as it made its long trip downward, until it spread out on my knuckle. What was I doing?I let go, and sat up. I looked at the clock. We'd been asleep for hours. It was nearly five P.M. on Christmas Eve!“Santa… Kris. Wake up,” I said, my back to him, not wanting to be tempted by the sight of his cock again. “It's Christmas Eve.”He woke up and cursed again at his misbehaving member.I laughed. “Maybe you should invest in some stretch-pants,” I said.He chuckled deeply. “I'm glad I amuse you so much.”I still had no idea what to do to help him, but I knew where to start.“Kris. You need to take me to the North Pole.”I said it firmly, in a no-nonsense way. He said, “Okay.”He'd parked his Sleigh behind a stand of trees a few hundred yards from the diner. My god, the reindeer were beautiful. They were huge and furry. I couldn't believe I was actually seeing them with my own eyes! Kris introduced them to me. Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Sprinkles. Blitzen was apparently home, sick with a cold. As I met each reindeer I was amazed at how individual each one was. Some pranced and pawed, others just stared at me stoically. Apparently Kris understood their language, but I didn't. Just sounded like a bunch of honking and snorting to me.Santa had to hook them to the sleigh, because he'd unbridled them before coming to see me at the Moose Café. That actually touched me a bit. It meant he'd planned to spend some time chatting with me. Or maybe it meant he'd hoped to fuck me. Either way, it was touching.The sleigh was impressive for how unimpressive it was. In all the movies it's this super-amazing contraption. But Santa's sleigh is just an ordinary wooden sleigh with chipped paint and rusty old bells. It looked like it had been patched up a hundred times like the old junker I drove. When I climbed aboard, I didn't feel magical. I had imagined this moment my whole life, but it was actually quite ordinary. Just two people climbing aboard an old sleigh. Ho, hum.But then he shouted in his booming voice, “Dash away!” and the reindeer started galloping. The whole rickety contraption lifted off the snow, as if it were light as a feather. My heart leapt up in my throat! Now this was more like it! The reindeer hooves were now running in midair. We banked up steeply, twisting and dodging among the glistening treetops. I suddenly felt as if the sleigh were going to tip over, so I threw my arms around Kris and looked back to see the lights of Anchorage growing small behind us. The sky was clear. The storm had passed during the night. We were surrounded by stars, dancing playfully around the moon, illuminating a wonderland of snow below us. I held Kris Kringle tight. We snuggled up together, so comfy… so cozy were we.After a while I noticed something odd.“Kris. We must be a thousand feet up, in the arctic… but I'm not cold.”“Of course not. You're with me.”We were picking up speed, but I saw Kris pull back on the reins a bit. I understood. There were still things to be said, but he didn't know how to continue.I gave him a nudge, “So, what happened after the orgy in your office? It sounds like you'd sort of made your peace with the situation.”“Yes. That's right. I didn't have any more orgies for a while. But I did start sleeping with… I mean, fucking female elves, usually one to four at a time. I was shy about it at first, but Blizzard was happy to hook me up with any elf that caught my eye, as long as they weren't Mary's elves. But soon I didn't need help. I hung sprigs of mistletoe about the factory, and if any female elf happened to be standing under one, well she was fair game. It was really quite a fun, liberating time. But I missed Snowbell.”“You didn't see Snowbell?”“No. I asked around for her, but Mary made it clear that Snowbell was her elf, not mine. I didn't want to fight, so there wasn't much I could do about it. Mary and I… well we never talked about any of it. Eventually we stopped talking entirely. She never ate dinner with me anymore, but stayed over in her wing working on her project.”“So you never saw Snowbell again?” I felt sad. From his story, I could tell that Snowbell was special to him.He smiled, “I saw her one last time. She snuck into my bedroom one night. I awoke with her sucking my cock. She laughed and laughed when I woke up, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. Then she got serious and said that she'd been wanting to see me ever so much, but Mary wouldn't let her. I could tell she was conflicted. She was still wearing her hair down as said she would, but she had no choice but to obey Mary. It was in her blood. So I asked her what she was doing in my room. She said Mary had sent her with a proposition. In exchange for one night with Snowbell, I was to donate something to the sex toy project.”“What?”“My cock.”“What do you mean?”“I asked the same thing and when Snowbell told me I had no choice but to comply. I would have traded anything for one more night with that little elf. We fucked for hours. I think we both knew it would be our last time. But before I was done, and when I was at my hardest and longest, Snowbell shaved all the hair off my cock and balls, and spread a molding compound around everything.”Oh, my god… could it be?“When Snowbell was finished she had a perfect cast of my cock and balls. She cleaned off the residue and we went back to fucking… making love, actually, until I fell asleep. When I awoke, Snowbell and the cast were gone.”I started breathing hard. Oh my god, I thought, I hope he tells me what I think he's gonna tell me!“I was sad. But Christmas was coming and I had no time to be maudlin. Anyway, a few days before Christmas Eve Mary finally showed me the sex toy she wanted me to deliver. Apparently, after all the product testing with all the crazy contraptions she could find, she'd determined that the classic sex toy would be best. The big giant dick.”I was right! I was right!“She'd turned the cast of my cock into this big rubber…”I interrupted him, shouting in delight, “…dildo that plays Christmas carols!”He looked at me and a big smile warmed his face. “Did you like it, Virginia?”Oh it was too wonderful for words. “Kris! You saved my life!” I stood up, jumped between his knees and threw my arms around him, kissing him with all my love. Kris Kringle had saved my life!We kissed for a long time. His cock got hard, emerging from the hole in his pants again. It moved up my belly and rested between my breasts, but I didn't touch it. I just wanted to kiss him and he wanted to kiss me. We explored each other's mouths for a long time, sometimes looking into each other's eyes. His azure eyes were the color of a clear blue mountain lake. Eventually his cock realized that I didn't want to fuck, and it shrunk again. I just wanted to kiss Kris Kringle on his sleigh, a thousand feet above the ground, as we crossed the Arctic Circle.When I'd had my fill, I stepped back and saw the quizzical expression on his face.“Thanks,” he said. “But I didn't save your life, Virginia. I just gave you a rubber cock. You didn't send me your customary Christmas list, so I had to put your name on Mary's sex toy list. I was… actually quite worried that you'd be offended by it. That was a pretty obscene Christmas gift. I almost refused to deliver them… but Mary had put so much work into her project, and I was so distracted by all the elf sex I was having, I just didn't have the energy to say no. But right before delivering them, I ripped all the 'from: Santa' tags off.”I put my hands on his fuzzy face. I loved him with all my heart. I'd always loved Santa. But now I loved Kris Kringle, and that's a different thing altogether. “Kris, I never really finished my story earlier. I think now's a good time to tell you how I finally got my shit together. And how you saved my life. ”“Okay”, he said.I kneeled on the bench next to him and held his hand as I talked. “Well, when I found out I was a truck stop whore, I was pretty ticked off, let me tell you. I didn't regret fucking and blowing scores of anonymous Santas. But the lying… it really pissed me off. So before that jerk of a truck driver came back from the shitter, I got behind the wheel of his eighteen-wheeler and drove off without him. He'd taught me how to drive it, the idiot. I headed straight for Alaska. I knew he wouldn't call the cops on me. I mean, what could he say to them? He was my pimp. I could easily prove that and put him in jail."I stopped for gas and Santa hunting all along the Alaska Highway. Fort Nelson, Watson Lake, Winterhorse… Everywhere I stopped I found Santas to kiss and suck and fuck, but they all turned out to be phonies. But I kept heart. I was on a holy mission. Something… some natural force in the universe was driving me to seek you out!”“Well,” he said, “You've finally found me.”I kissed him again, but briefly, and continued my story, “I was getting more and more desperate. By the time I reached Anchorage, Christmas was only a few days away. I started cracking up. I needed to find you… I knew you were in crisis… that you needed me. I was so desperate that I started questioning everything I knew about Santa, and I stopped looking for bearded, jolly, fat men. Now… any man would do. Any man at all as long as he was over thirty. I'd just walk into a gas station or a bar and start kissing every man in the place. Sometimes they'd chase me out… sometimes they wouldn't. Sometimes it ended up with me following them home or taking them back to my stolen truck. Sometimes I was flat on my back in the slushy mud of a freezing cold back alley. Sometimes it was more than one man at a time. One night, four days before Christmas Eve, I went into a sleazy bar, and I was gang fucked. I won't say gang-raped, because I enjoyed every fucking instant of it. There were ten or fifteen men there, all ages, all races, all sizes, fucking me one after another, filling my pussy with cum, shoving their cocks down my throat, jacking off all over my naked body as I lay on my back on the pool table. I loved it… but one by one I realized none of them were you. I begged them to call their friends, anyone, everyone, because Santa was out there somewhere and he needed me to fuck him!”“Oh, Virginia. I'm so sorry.”“An hour and eight men later, a woman came into the bar looking for her boyfriend. When she saw me naked on the pool table, dripping with cum, a line of men waiting for their turn on me, she fought them off and rescued me. I didn't want to leave, but by this time I was too exhausted to resist. She wanted to call the police, but I convinced her that they weren't raping me. I'd asked them to do it… begged them to. She gave me a t-shirt, since my clothes were back at the bar. Then she gave me some sleeping pills, and I fell asleep. But as soon as I woke up I ran straight out the door. Soon I was dashing through the snow, barefoot, going from house to house, looking for men."The first door I banged on was answered by a little old man, probably in his nineties, carrying an oxygen tank. He looked jolly enough for me. I kissed him like crazy, but the tubes that were blowing oxygen up his nose were in the way, so I got on my knees, unzipped his fly and went to town on his cock before he even knew what was happening. He got very hard, very fast. I gobbled on his knob until he shot his wad in my mouth. I looked up at his astonished face, and realized he wasn't you, so I apologized, and ran to the next house. Nobody home. Next house: a woman. Next house…"I found a middle aged man shoveling his sidewalk. I pushed him onto his back in the snow and started kissing him and rubbing myself all over him. I crawled up his body and rubbed my pussy in his face… I was naked under the t-shirt. He was too stunned to lick me or anything so I just fucked his face for a while. He took off his gloves and started feeling me up… my ass, my tits. Finally he started licking my pussy like crazy. That was more like it! I finally had a screaming orgasm. I was going to fuck him next, but I heard his wife in the house yelling, 'what was that noise, Frank? Are you okay?' Frank? Not Santa? I jumped up and ran off. Next house, nobody home, next house a woman making breakfast for her children."Next I came across a small church. I ran inside, intending to pray for you to find me, but instead I found the pastor polishing a candelabra. Soon, I was polishing his penis; first with my mouth, then with my pussy. He was an enthusiastic convert to the church of Virginia, because he bent me over on the railing they give communion at and fucked me from behind. Instead of shooting his wad in me, however, he had me kneel in front of him while he jerked himself off on my face. I looked up at him, my hands together, praying he would turn out to be the real true Santa. He wasn't. Just a perverted priest, led astray by a Santa-seeking slut."I was absolutely totally crazed, but happy, so happy! I felt as if I were fulfilling my purpose in the universe! I didn't even knock at the next door I came to. I just barged right in and saw a teenaged boy sitting in front of a television, playing a video game. He was definitely the youngest person I'd ever considered might be Santa, but by this time my standards had really slipped. It turned out later he was eighteen, but I didn't even think about it at the time. I just pushed his game controller aside, unzipped his fly and started sucking his cock. He couldn't believe what was happening. It was like his secret Christmas wish had come true. I heard later that he was a virgin. He isn't anymore. As soon as he was good and hard, I jumped on his lap and started fucking him. He was so astonished that he didn't even notice the preacher's cum dripping off my face. As I fucked him I lifted my shirt up and rubbed my breasts all over his face. His hard young cock felt so good inside me! I started having a screaming orgasm. Soon he started quivering, then he started cumming."That's when his mother came back from the store. She'd gone to buy a new snow shovel. When she walked in, she thought her son was being attacked by some wild woman from the woods… and I guess he was. She attacked me with the snow shovel.”I lifted up my bangs, to show the long scar I now had on my forehead.Kris' eyes were smoky with compassion. I noticed he had an erection from my story, but he'd put a blanket in his lap to cover it up. He leaned toward me and kissed my scar.I smiled, “There's another one on my thigh… I'll let you kiss that one later. That woman really did a number on me. She even knocked out my two front teeth. I still owe money for the implants. But… actually, she did me a favor. She stopped my ecstatic rampage. I woke up in the Anchorage hospital.”“Yes, I remember,” said Kris. “I'd wondered why you were in a hospital, but I couldn't stick around to find out. I still had millions of presents to deliver.”I put my hand on his cheek. “That's okay. Anyway, when I woke up, it was Christmas eve. I was scarred, and black and blue all over. A male doctor came in to see me, and the first thing I did was to try to unzip his fly to suck his cock. He backed off and I tried to get out of bed to get at him! He said there was a big suture on my thigh, so I needed to keep still. But I didn't care. The nurses had to restrain me… strap me to the bed so I wouldn't hurt myself. The doctor called in a psychiatrist. I was too crazed with desperation to lie, so I told her that I needed to find Santa, I needed to fuck him! I couldn't explain it. I just had to! She was very nice, but in the end she filled out some paperwork to have me transferred to a mental hospital in a few days. I knew what that meant. I'd be locked up! But later that night I was able to talk the nurses into taking off my restraints. They figured it was cruel to keep me strapped down on Christmas Eve. But they kept a sharp eye on me. I waited and waited for everyone to leave for the day. But I fell asleep, listening to the nurses sing Silver Bells as they exchanged presents out in the nurse's station. When I woke up, it was dark. No one was stirring.”“Not even a mouse?” asked Kris, smiling.“Not even a mouse. I snuck out of bed, determined to escape. I was going to run out into the cold dark night. It was crazy. The suture on my leg would have opened up. I'd have bled to death, or froze. I didn't care. I just needed to find Santa… but then… I saw it.”“My present,” he said, smiling.I nodded. “Your present. It was sitting right there, on the rolling tray next to my bed. A big, red, wrapped oblong box. I wondered if the nurses had left it for me. I didn't see a tag. I wanted to run… but I thought… maybe, just maybe, this present was from you. So I carefully unwrapped it, quietly and slowly so nobody would hear me. I was surprised as fuck-all when I saw what was inside. It said 'Santa's Little Helper' on the box, and had a small cartoony drawing of you. Most of the box, though, was clear plastic and I could see what was inside. A giant rubber cock, colored red and white in a spiral pattern, just like the North Pole. I started laughing. I thought, what the fuck is this? Who the hell gave this crazy thing to me? I mean… it was obscene! It was like, fifteen inches long, and four inches thick!” I mimicked the shape and size of it with my hands. He laughed.“When I saw your cock earlier, I should have recognized it. But the spiral red and white stripes must have thrown me off. And I never, even once, thought that YOU had given me that crazy cock! I took it out of the package, absolutely fascinated by it! I didn't know then what I found so fascinating. But… now I know. It was you, Kris. It was your cock. It was what I'd been searching for the last three years… but I didn't even know it! I held it in my hands, feeling its meaty weight… it's insane girth. In spite of the unrealistic coloring, it felt so realistic. I had a rubber cock once… it was all floppy, but this thing… well it was stiff as well as soft, just like a real cock. I knew it would never fit inside me… but I had to try it out. I lay back on my bed, my desire to run away suddenly forgotten. I lifted up my hospital gown and pulled my panties open. I put the head of that monster up to my pussy lips and began to masturbate my clit with it. It felt amazing. I have no idea why. My skin tingled at its touch. It began to vibrate, even though I hadn't turned on any switch. It was a soft vibration… almost undetectable, not like the crude buzzing that normal dildoes make. I started getting wet… and I mean soaking wet. I pushed the head of that thing between my pussy lips and it slid inside. I couldn't believe it. I'd never been able to enjoy the feeling of a big dick inside me, and this was bigger than any I'd ever felt before. It was mind blowing. Oh sure, it felt tight, but it fit! So I decided that it must have been designed to shrink in order to fit inside anybody, no matter their size, you know, like squeezing a sponge. Anyway, it felt good inside me, so I thrust it deeper and it really seemed to go farther than I would have thought possible. It was like a magic act really… the way it seemed to disappear inside me… all the way to the base. And weirdest of all… it was like I could feel all fifteen inches of it inside me, even though I know, for a fact, I am not fifteen inches deep!”Kris was surprised to hear all this. “I didn't know it did that. Mary didn't demonstrate it for me. Just loaded them up on the sleigh. Wow. Elf magic, I guess.”I giggled, “When it was all the way inside me, it started playing a Christmas carol. 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town'. I laughed out loud! I thought it was the craziest gift ever! I was so curious who'd left it for me so I could thank them! I grabbed it by its big, heavy balls and started fucking myself with it, and soon I felt so good, I forgot all about how weird it was. I was just fucking myself, feeling the vibration of the music deep inside me. I crammed it into myself for minute after wonderful minute, screaming into a pillow to stifle the sound. I had a powerful orgasm. Powerful."I lay back, the cock… your cock, still inside me, and I went into a post orgiastic state. But your cock wasn't finished with me! It started moving inside me, very slightly, just enough to keep my orgasm zinging, like it was a stone skipping across a lake. I don't know how long this lasted but when it was over… I was absolutely spent… and I felt content. My need to chase Santa had lessened. It was still there, but the hungry, insane desperation was gone. I pulled your cock out of me and lay in bed, hugging it to my belly like a pet, and fell asleep, getting the first really good night's sleep I'd had in two years.”I kissed Kris again. “Thank you for the present Santa.”“You're welcome, Virginia.”To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

Fort Nelson's mayor wonders about the prospect of losing workers and families.

Rob Fraser says federal government changes could cost the community.

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In 2023, wildfires burned out of control in many parts of Canada. One such fire near the town of Fort Nelson in northern British Columbia destroyed thousands of forested acres. As winter arrived, the fires disappeared from view; they went … Read more

Happy 4th everybody! On this edition of Proof Positive, the guys are reviewing Michter's 10 Rye. Cheers! (Per breakingbourbon.com)-The Michter's brand has a storied history. Though not always called Michter's (it also has gone by the names Bomberger's, and Pennco at different times), the brand was created in 1753 in Pennsylvania, was the top-selling whiskey in the 1970s and 1980s, went bankrupt in 1989, and then was revived in the 1990s. In 2019, the company opened their own distilling facilities in the historic 1890 Fort Nelson building in downtown Louisville after an 8 year, $8 million renovation of the decrepit building.‍‍Michter's 10 Year Straight Rye was briefly taken off the market from 2010-2013, but returned in April 2014.

Public meeting explores what worked and what didn't during wildfire evacuation.

On this episode of This Week in the Peace, Dub Craig catches up with Northern Rockies Regional Municipality Mayor Rob Fraser to talk about how he and residents are faring after they began returning to Fort Nelson earlier this week. The town and nearby areas, including Fort Nelson First Nation, were evacuated earlier this month due to wildfires burning nearby.Then, Steve Berard catches up with Chetwynd Mayor Allen Courtoreille to discuss the ways that Chetwynd Hospital Emergency Department diversions are affecting the local community and some recent news about the Northern Initial Fire Attack Crew base moving away from the district.Tune in to This Week in the Peace every Friday at 10am MST on 100.1 Moose FM, or watch the video version of the show live on the Moose FM and Fort St. John Today social media. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

School back after nearly 3 weeks of uncertainty.

Gardening and happy hour on the agenda for one couple.

Good afternoon, I'm _____ with today's episode of EZ News. Tai-Ex opening The Tai-Ex opened marginally higher this morning from yesterday's close, at 21,812 on turnover of 4.5-billion N-T. The market closed at a new high on Monday. It edged above the 21,800-point mark on the back of strong performances by the electronics and shipping sectors. The bellwether electronics sector attracted (引起) strong buying, rising by 1.32-per cent. The transportation index jumped 2.8-per cent, driven primarily by shipping stocks benefiting from rising freight rates. Health Minister Calls for Taiwan's WHA Inclusion Health Minister Chiu Tai-yuan is calling for Taiwan's participation in the World Health Assembly, under the name of Taiwan or the Republic of China. The call comes as Chiu is heading delegation to Geneva this week to promote Taiwan's inclusion ( 加入) in the global health body. According to Chiu, the W-H-O continues to exclude Taiwan due to political considerations, He says this undermines the efforts to create a more comprehensive global health architecture and greatly hinders pandemic prevention efforts. The health minister was accompanied by members of a cross-party delegation of Taiwan lawmakers at the press conference. Chiang Wan-an Touts Need for Twin-City Forum Taipei Mayor Chiang Wan-an is hosting a delegation of city officials from Shanghai this week. According to the mayor's office, the delegation is visiting for four-days to help finalize this year's Shanghai-Taipei Twin-City Forum, which will be hosted by Taipei. Speaking to reporters, Chiang said the Shanghai delegation's itinerary follows all legal requirements and has been approved by the Mainland Affairs Council. The mayor also stressed (強調) that he firmly believes the forum should take place, despite the current cross-strait situation. Chiang points out it is the only official communication mechanism between the two sides. He says there should be "no adjustments in the level of visitation." Ukraine Gets Defense Missiles, Appeals for More Ukraine is receiving (得到;收到) more air defense missiles from Spain to fight deadly Russian glide bombs AP correspondent Norman Hall reports Canada Town Residents Return as Wildfire Continues Residents in the western Canadian city of Fort Nelson, British Columbia, are being allowed to return home. Thousands were evacuated from the community for more than two weeks due to wildfires. Local authorities rescinded their evacuation orders Monday, lifting roadblocks and clearing the way for people to go home. The residents were forced to leave on May 10th, when strong winds pushed a wildfire close to town. The 123-square-kilometer wildfire is now classified as “being held", meaning its not expected to grow. But the blaze hasn't been extinguished (撲滅). Officials say parts of it are expected to continue burning into the fall. That was the I.C.R.T. news, Check in again tomorrow for our simplified version of the news, uploaded every day in the afternoon. Enjoy the rest of your day, I'm _____. －－－－以下訊息由 SoundOn 動態廣告贊助商提供－－－－ 城揚建設新推出的「陽明第一廳」 緊鄰三民區的明星學府-陽明國中 46~52坪，每層四戶兩部電梯 最適合有換屋與置產需求的你 讓生活中充滿書香、運動風，滿足食衣住行的消費需求 城揚建設 陽明第一廳 07-384-2888 https://bit.ly/3y7SoFB -- 鍾欣凌代言推薦！一餐一粒，醣醣正正好容易 #達摩本草山苦瓜胜肽！

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Fort Nelson, B.C., residents return home as evacuation order is lifted. We hear from returning evacuees, and the region's mayor, Rob Fraser. And, the completion dates for the Broadway Subway and Pattullo Bridge projects have both been delayed for another year. Our guest Neil Wyles, Mount Pleasant BIA executive director, discusses the latest information and relays how the Broadway Subway project delay impacts residents and businesses.

MLA Dan Davies calls for patience

Community meeting in advance of possible return home.

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Favourable weather aids fire crews, but the Fort McMurray wildfire in Alberta and fires near Fort Nelson, B.C., remain concerning.  CBC News reveals Amandeep Singh's criminal past and possible ties to Hardeep Singh Nijjar's murder. Aiden Pleterski, the self-proclaimed Crypto King of Ontario, is arrested for defrauding investors.

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Slovak Prime Minister Robert Fico shot in Handlova; emergency services dispatched, suspect detained.  6,600 people evacuate Fort McMurray, under threat of wildfire.  Fire officials in B.C. and Manitoba are battling wildfires near Fort Nelson and Cranberry Portage, with crews working to contain them. 

Bill Brioux and Rob Salem join us on The Draft, we talk to someone who moved out of the city and loves it and we talk to MLA Dan Davies from Fort Nelson about the forest fires. 

Alice Munroe obituary, Fort Nelson resident, Mona Lisa background, Prison violence, Weston romance, Brain mapping, Iceberg shortage and more

*) Israel kills more than a dozen in strike on Gaza home The Israeli occupation army has struck a home in Gaza's Nuseirat camp, killing more than a dozen people, according to the official Palestinian news agency. Citing medical sources, it said that at least 14 people were killed and dozens of Palestinians, including children were wounded in the strike. Palestinian Civil Defense estimated around 100 people were inside the home that was targeted by Israeli warplanes. *) Palestinians to mark 76th year of Nakba on Wednesday On May 15 Palestinians will mark the 76th year of their mass expulsion from land that is now administered by Israel. Palestinians refer to it as the “Nakba,” Arabic for “catastrophe.” Some 700,000 Palestinians — a majority of the prewar population — fled or were forcibly driven from their homes before and during the 1948 war following Israel's establishment. *) Blinken in Ukraine to tout US support amid Russian advances US Secretary of State Antony Blinken has arrived in Kiev. This is a senior US official's first visit to Ukraine since Congress passed a long-delayed $61 billion military aid package last month. The unannounced trip aims to show US solidarity with Ukraine as it struggles to fend off heavy Russian bombardment on its northeastern border. *) Wildfires sweep western Canada One of the year's first major wildfires in Canada has closed in on the British Columbia town of Fort Nelson. About 4,700 people were ordered to evacuate from the remote town, as a fire advanced to within 2.5 kilometres of Fort Nelson. *) Columbia University student tears up her diploma A student at Columbia University has ripped up her diploma during a graduation ceremony to protest the institute's complicity in Israel's genocidal attacks on Palestinians in Gaza. During the commencement ceremony in New York, Tarsis Salome, a Columbia social work graduate tore her diploma to shreds while on stage. The move came after the university cancelled its main graduation ceremony after pro-Palestinian students erected a tent encampment there

Louis-Philippe Dalembert a reçu mardi 14 mai 2024 le prix Goncourt de la poésie pour l'ensemble de son œuvre. L'écrivain haïtien est l'auteur d'une dizaine de recueils de poèmes, en plus du roman « Milwaukee Blues », qui faisait partie des quatre finalistes du prix Goncourt 2021. Edmond Sadaka a joint le nouveau Goncourt de la poésie, peu après l'annonce de son prix. Louis-Philippe Dalembert dit recevoir ce prix avec beaucoup de joie, se disant « très heureux pour Haïti, qui est une terre de poètes – quelqu'un comme Anthony Phelps, par exemple, aurait mérité (ce prix), ou encore René Depestre, ou tant d'autres - Haïti qui en plus aujourd'hui traverse des moments très, très difficiles ».Louis-Philippe Dalembert, dans certains de ses romans, se replonge dans son enfance à Port-au-Prince. Malgré la dictature – « mon grand-père paternel a fait un tour dans les prisons de Duvalier », il s'en rappelle « avec beaucoup d'émotion et de bonheur ». L'errance, le nomadisme, l'exil sont les grands thèmes de son œuvre : « c'est lié à mon identité de Caribéen, une terre de gens venus d'ailleurs – les autochtones ont été décimés par les Européens, et par les maladies que les Européens sont apportées, par les travaux forcés… C'est donc une terre de gens d'Afrique, d'Europe, du Moyen-Orient entre autres. » À cela, s'ajoutent les difficultés politiques et économiques connues ensuite par le pays, qui ont poussé les gens à émigrer aux États-Unis et au Canada. Louis-Philippe Dalembert parle aussi de la vue qu'il voyait, enfant, de sa maison, sur une colline dans un quartier populaire de Port-au-Prince : « je voyais la mer au loin, et je voyais les bateaux qui rentraient et sortaient du port » : une idée d'errance, de vagabondage qui a marqué le poète, et qui est restée ancrée dans sa mémoire.Le Conseil présidentiel de transition, « présidence tournante ou présidence-tourmente ? »Toujours en Haïti, Gotson Pierre, le directeur de l'agence Alter Presse, revient sur les polémiques entourant le Conseil présidentiel de transition et son fonctionnement, entre réactions outrées sur « ce qui tiendrait selon certains plus de l'intérêt individuel que de l'intérêt collectif », et sentiment de soulagement devant « la manifestation supposée d'un dépassement de soi, et ne plus perdre de temps pour s'attaquer aux vrais problèmes ». Avec une question : « la présidence tournante contribuera-t-elle à empêcher la captation de l'État par des intérêts privés, ce qui est, entre autres, en toile de fond de la crise actuelle ».À lire aussi dans Alter Presse, la réaction du Conseil présidentiel de transition aux récentes violences des gangs notamment à Gressier. Il ne laisse qu'une option aux bandits : déposer les armes et se rendre à la justice. « Le Conseil tente d'assurer que dans un temps proche les bandits cesseront de faire la loi », rapporte Gotson Pierre, « et annonce la mise en place bientôt d'un Conseil national de sécurité ». Michael Cohen vs Donald TrumpAux États-Unis, la presse s'intéresse au témoignage de Michael Cohen, l'ancien avocat de Donald Trump. L'ancien président est accusé d'avoir acheté 130 000 dollars le silence de l'ancienne star du X Stormy Daniels avec qui il aurait eu une relation sexuelle. Le Washington Post souligne l'importance de ce procès à New York : ce pourrait être le seul des quatre dossiers criminels le visant à déboucher sur un procès avant la présidentielle de novembre.Politico note que le Michael Cohen apparu ce lundi (13 mai 2024) à la barre n'est pas celui auquel les gens s'attendaient : il était « inhabituellement calme », note le site d'information en ligne. Très différent de « l'homme de main volcanique, connu pour avoir malmené les ennemis de Donald Trump » ou du « héros de la résistance qu'il est devenu après avoir rompu avec son ancien patron, proférant contre lui les insultes qu'il réservait à ses ennemis ». Or, pour que Donald Trump soit condamné, il faut que « les douze jurés croient Cohen, et Cohen seul, sur ce qu'il s'est passé ». Car, note le Washington Post, il pourrait être « le seul témoin à pouvoir prétendre avoir une connaissance directe du fait que Donald Trump a tenté de dissimuler la nature de ce paiement de 13 000 dollars ». D'où cette réinvention de Michael Cohen par lui-même ce lundi : « modeste, exempt de passions, à l'humeur mesurée », écrit Politico. Au Pérou, les transgenres classés dans la catégorie des malades mentauxAu Pérou, vendredi dernier (10 mai 2024), le gouvernement de Dina Boluarte a classé les personnes transgenres dans la catégorie des malades mentaux : une décision qui a « suscité la controverse », écrit Peru 21. Le ministère de la Santé se défend en expliquant que l'objectif est de leur donner un traitement psychologique gratuit en les intégrant au Plan d'assurance maladie essentiel. De fait, explique Tristan, transsexuel interrogé par le quotidien, « la population transgenre n'a pas accès au service de santé car elle a un problème avec l'enregistrement de son identité ; en théorie c'est une forme de ‘bonne intention' de lui donner cet accès ». Le problème, c'est que pour cela le ministère de la Santé s'est basé sur la Classification statistique internationale des maladies, en vigueur au pays, alors que l'OMS l'a remplacée il y a deux ans par une nouvelle classification qui supprime la transsexualité de la catégorie des troubles mentaux. La communauté LGBTIQ+ s'oppose donc à la décision prise par le gouvernement, et dit, explique Tristan: « comment voulez-vous que je m'adresse au service de santé s'ils me disent que je suis malade parce que je suis trans ? ». La communauté craint aussi, écrit le quotidien, « que les redoutables thérapies de reconversion, pratiques condamnables, soient appliquées dans les établissements de santé. » Retour des incendies au CanadaL'Ouest canadien est déjà en proie aux flammes. Plus d'une dizaine de brasiers inquiètent les autorités au nord-est de la Colombie-Britannique, la ville de Fort Nelson est directement menacée par un incendie de forêt, qui se trouve à moins de deux kilomètres de la ville. 3 500 personnes ont dû être évacuées, explique la correspondante de RFI à Montréal, Justine Cohendet. Et près de 700 personnes ont aussi reçu l'ordre de quitter leur domicile dans le nord-est du Manitoba, à la frontière avec la Saskatchewan, où au moins 35 000 hectares de forêt ont été détruits par un brasier. L'an dernier, (2023) le Canada avait perdu près de 9 millions d'hectares de forêt, un record. Passion cuivreLe Wall Street Journal explique « pourquoi le monde s'est pris de passion pour le cuivre ». « Après que l'un des principaux producteurs de cuivre au monde a récemment connu des difficultés financières », écrit le quotidien économique, « l'administration Biden a commencé à discuter avec des investisseurs potentiels en vue d'une prise de participation dans les mines zambiennes de l'entreprise, d'une valeur pouvant atteindre 3 milliards de dollars ». Des entreprises des Émirats arabes unis, du Japon et de l'Arabie saoudite – des pays vus comme favorables aux intérêts américains – se sont dites intéressées. Objectif : empêcher la Chine d'en prendre le contrôle. Le cuivre, rappelle le Wall Street Journal, est un composant-clé des voitures électriques, et des data centers, les centres de données qui alimentent « la révolution de l'intelligence artificielle ».   Le journal de la 1èreEn Martinique, le président de la Collectivité Territoriale plaide lui aussi pour la mise en place d'une « Autorité unique de l'eau ».

We bring you the latest on the B.C. wildfires, as conditions improve for crews battling the growing Parker Lake fire near Fort Nelson. Our guests Robin Cox, Professor, disaster management and response, Royal Roads University, and James Whitehead, engagement analyst on mitigating wildfire, Morris J. Wosk Centre for Dialogue discuss emergency preparedness, while our audience share the resources their community needs this season. And, we remember Nobel Prize-winning author Alice Munro, who has died at age 92. We discuss her B.C. past and legacy with Justina Elias, head of fiction at Munro's Books in Victoria.

The wildfire near Fort Nelson has rapidly grown and now poses a significant threat to the community, burning just 2.5 kilometers away.  Guest: Sarah Hall, Information Officer for the British Columbia Wildfire Service Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

How is Fort Nelson contending with the Parker Lake Wildfire? Guest: Rob Fraser, Mayor of the Northern Rockies Regional Municipality Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Seg 1: Why do people enjoy nostalgia? The idea of nostalgia has gone through a significant transformation over the years, from being considered a fatal illness to now being recognized as a psychological phenomenon that has a significant impact on societal and political trends. Guest: Dr. Agnes Arnold-Forster, Chancellor's Fellow in the History of Medicine, History of Emotions, Modern British History at the University of Edinburgh Seg 2: Can a newly discovered gene predict Alzheimer's Disease? A new study has shown that a certain gene can show markers for Alzheimer's Disease which in turn could be used to predict a person's likelihood of developing the disease. Guest: Bryce Taylor, Intern for Mornings with Simi Seg 3: View From Victoria:  Ottawa has finally noticed BC with summer approaching to announce an assistance package. Guest: Vaughn Palmer, Vancouver Sun Columnist Seg 4: Why are cancer rates expected to spike in 2024? According to a recent study, Canada is experiencing an increase in cancer cases, yet the general trend in both cancer incidence and mortality rates is declining. Guest: Ioana Nicolau, Senior Epidemiologist at the Canadian Cancer Society Seg 5: Is intermittent fasting actually good for you? It's one of the biggest trends in health and dieting, but is it actually good for you? Guest: Dr. Evan Foreman, Professor of Psychological and Brain Sciences and Director of the Well Centre at Drexel University Seg 6: How has the Parker Lake Wildfire escalated? The wildfire near Fort Nelson has rapidly grown and now poses a significant threat to the community, burning just 2.5 kilometers away.  Guest: Sarah Hall, Information Officer for the British Columbia Wildfire Service Seg 7: CKNW Playoff Report: It's Playoff Hockey! We get the latest on the Vancouver Canucks as they make their way towards hopefully hoisting the Stanley Cup! Guest: Jay Janower, Sports Anchor for Global News Seg 8: Is BC one step closer to replacing SROs? The Province will not be involved in the regulation of rents in the DTES. The amendments introduced today will merely enable the City of Vancouver to enforce its own bylaws Guest: Ravi Kahlon, BC's Minister of Housing Seg 9: How is Fort Nelson contending with the Parker Lake Wildfire? Guest: Rob Fraser, Mayor of the Northern Rockies Regional Municipality Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Emergency crews are battling a fire in Fort Nelson, B.C. and the smoke is affecting air quality across the country.

Fort Nelson is evacuated as wildfire threatens the northeast B.C. community (1:27) Guest: Rob Fraser, mayor, Northern Rockies Regional Municipality Wildfire prompts evacuation order in Fort McMurray (10:54)  Guest: Josée St-Onge, Provincial Information Officer, Alberta Wildfire How severe is the wildfire threat this spring and summer? (17:13) Guest: Steve Taylor, research scientist, Canadian Forest Centre Bad blood between the Oilers and Canucks as the teams get set for game 4 (32:28) Guest: Cam Moon, regular season play-by-play voice, Edmonton Oilers on 630 CHED and Oilers Plus Analyst Fan-created songs add a new dimension to hockey playoff rivalries (43:47) Guest: Jacob Stoller, managing editor, The Hockey News The #1 hit that almost wasn't: Andy Kim on Rock Me Gently at 50 and how he fought to get the single released (53:19) Guest: Andy Kim, Canadian singer/songwriter U.K. toddler has hearing restored in world's first gene therapy trial (1:08:57) Guest: Manohar Bance, an ear surgeon, Cambridge University Hospitals NHS foundation trust, and chief investigator for the trial An online presence lives on long after we die, how can you help (1:26:28) Guest: Karolis Arbaciauskas, head of business products, NordPass

Long-time resident watching the situation from afar.

BC Wildfire Service says fire still outside Fort Nelson

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Wildfires across Western Canada are forcing thousands of people to evacuate their homes. An out-of-control wildfire is coming dangerously close to engulfing the B.C. community of Fort Nelson. And: The star witness for the prosecution in the Trump hush money trial took the stand today. Michael Cohen told jurors that Trump had him stifle stories about sex that could've threatened his 2016 presidential campaign. Plus: Canadian cancer projections show the death rate is dropping slightly. That's the good news. But cases and deaths are expected to rise due to an aging and growing population.

We get the latest details from CBC News reporter Yvette Brend, Peace River North MLA Dan Davies and Dawson Creek mayor Darcy Dober as the Parker Lake wildfire continues to approach Fort Nelson, B.C. Officials warn of an "extremely challenging" 48 hours ahead — and the possibility of "volatile" fire behaviour.

D'importants feux de forêt font rage dans l'ouest du pays. Plus de 200 sont en activité, dont la moitié en Colombie-Britannique. Les flammes s'approchent dangereusement du village de Fort Nelson, dont les 3500 résidents ont reçu l'ordre d'évacuer. Et la mobilisation d'étudiants contre la guerre à Gaza prend de l'ampleur: un nouveau campement voit le jour à Montréal.

Tonight's guest had his Bigfoot sighting in Fort Nelson, British Columbia. At the time, when his sighting happened, he was driving down Clark Lake Road, on the outskirts of town. He had his girlfriend in his truck with him, when it happened. What happened? What did he see? We hope you'll tune in and find out. If you've had a Bigfoot sighting and would like to be a guest, on the show, please go to https://MyBigfootSighting.com and let us know. We'd love to hear from you. Premium memberships are now available!If you'd like to be able to listen to the show without ads and have full access to premium content, please go to https://MyBigfootSighting.com to find out how to become a premium member.If you'd like to help support the show, by buying your own My Bigfoot Sighting t-shirt, sweatshirt, or tank top, please visit the My Bigfoot Sighting Show Store Page, by going to...https://dogman-encounters.myshopify.com/collections/mens-my-bigfoot-sighting-collectionShow's theme song, "Banjo Music," courtesy Nathan BrumleyI produce 3 other podcasts that are available for listening on your favorite podcast app. If you haven't checked them out, already, here are links to them… Bigfoot Eyewitness Radio https://www.spreaker.com/show/bigfoot-eyewitness-radio_1 Dogman Encounters https://www.spreaker.com/show/dogman-encounters-radio_2 My Paranormal Experience https://www.spreaker.com/show/my-paranormal-experience Thanks for listening!This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5101987/advertisement

We're exploring the bourbon lineup from our friends at Michter's Distillery.  Andrea Wilson and Dan McKee re-join Bourbon Lens to help us celebrate our 5th Anniversary and Bourbon Heritage Month. Andrea is Michter's Master of Maturation as well as its Chief Operating Officer. As Michter's Master of Maturation, Andrea manages barrel specifications, barrel procurement, heat cycling and temperature monitoring during aging, tracking maturation of barrels, whiskey filtration in preparation for bottling, and innovation to continue to improve the aging process.  She is also a Kentucky Bourbon Hall of Fame member.  Michter's Master Distiller Dan McKee moved to Kentucky to pursue his dream of making whiskey. He began his career in the bourbon industry as a Distillery Operator at Jim Beam Distillery in Clermont, Kentucky.  As Master Distiller, Dan McKee has been instrumental in the multi-phase expansion of distilling at Michter's Distillery, both at its Fort Nelson location and their Shively location as well. Stream this episode on your favorite podcast app and be sure to drop us a review while you're there.  We are thankful for everyone who has supported us over the last 5 years. The biggest shoutout to our growing Patreon Community of supporters! As always, we'd appreciate it if you would take a few minutes time to give us feedback on Bourbon Lens podcast. If you enjoy our content, consider giving us a 5 Star rating on your favorite podcast app, leave us a written review, and tell a fellow bourbon lover about our show. Follow us @BourbonLens on Instagram, Facebook, & Twitter.  And please check out our Patreon to learn how you can support our endeavors, earn Bourbon Lens swag, be part of Bourbon Lens Tasting Club, and more. If you have any comments, questions, or suggestions, please email us at Info@BourbonLens.com. Check out our BourbonLens.com to read our blog posts, whiskey news, podcast archive, and details on our upcoming single barrel picks. Cheers,Scott and JakeBourbon Lens

Chris LeBeau is a St. Louis-based mixologist whose workshops are primarily aimed at cocktail-curious home bartenders and corporate events. He also runs the immaculately slick "Decoding Cocktails" podcast, and just launched a second one,  "So this one shift" which he describes as "Storycorps meets the beverage industry". He's had me on his podcast before, and we didn't really get to hang at Tales of the Cocktail, so it was time to switch on the mikes and kick back with an adult beverage.We cover the amazingness that is the Michter's Fort Nelson distillery, visitor center and bar in Louisville; the media's relationship to cocktails; what spirits can learn from craft beer; living in an old money town like St. Louis; why vermouth deserves more love; the current state of celebrity bartenders and a whole bunch more. Give it a listen, Like, Subscribe, Rate and share this podcast with any of your friends who might be into it -  and don't forget to subscribe to Chris' podcasts, too. Decoding Cocktails on IG: https://www.instagram.com/decodingcocktails/ Decoding Cocktails on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFGgHkGrzkz5X6Hzas-rNWAEmail Chris: Chris@DecodingCocktails.com Website: www.DecodingCocktails.com Decoding Cocktails Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/decoding-cocktails/id1595377352 So this one shift... Podcast: StoryCorps meets the beverage and hospitality industry  Get in touch with Duff!Podcast business enquiries: consulting@liquidsolutions.org (PR friends: we're only interested in having your client on if they can talk about OTHER things than their prepared speaking points or their new thing, whatever that is, for a few hours. They need to be able to hang. Oh, and we won't supply prepared or sample questions, or listener or “reach” stats, either.) Retain Philip's consulting firm, Liquid Solutions, specialised in on-trade engagement & education, brand creation and repositioning: philip@liquidsolutions.org Philip on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/philipsduff/ Philip on Facebook: Philip Duff Philip on X/Twitter: Philip Duff (@philipduff) / Twitter Philip on LinkedIn: linkedin.com Old Duff Genever on Instagram: Old Duff Genever (@oldduffgenever) • Instagram photos and videos Old Duff Genever on Facebook: facebook.com Old Duff Genever on X/Twitter: https://twitter.com/oldduffgenever?lang=en www.oldduffgenever.com...

Kentucky-based Michter's Distillery was named World's Most Admired American Whiskey and second Most Admired Whisky overall by Drinks International in 2022.We'll find out the story behind its incredible trajectory from master distiller, Dan McKee, in this interview produced in partnership with Michter's.Born and raised in Indiana, Dan McKee moved to Kentucky to pursue his dream of making whiskey, beginning his career as a distillery operator at Jim Beam.Two years later, he was promoted to distillery supervisor at the affiliated Booker Noe Distillery, where he worked for seven years, before following his boss Pam Heilmann to Michter's.Dan succeeded Pam as master distiller of Michter's in 2019. He's played an integral role in assisting with the construction of the company's Shively Distillery, and also its Fort Nelson distillery with the legendary pot stills and cypress wood fermenters from the original Michter's Pennsylvania operation.I'll leave it to him to explain the brand's somewhat unconventional history, and its dedication to five key production values that he believes sets Michter's apart from other American whiskies.We caught up while Dan was in Sydney recently, preparing to launch the 2022 edition of Michter's groundbreaking Celebration Sour Mash Whiskey, which we also discuss in this interview.Australian listeners can find Michter's in selected Dan Murphy's, First Choice and independent retail outlets nationally.Look out for Celebration Sour Mash Whiskey in leading whisky bars in your capital city.Click here to open episode in your podcast player.

Dan McLaren was raised on Vancouver Island. He moved to Prince George in 1987. In 1995, after a successful career in commercial banking, Dan founded Commonwealth Financial. Dan has served on many corporate and philanthropic boards, including: BC Rail, Junior Achievement of BC, the BC Chamber of Commerce and is a Past President the BC & Yukon Junior Chamber of Commerce. He is the Founding President of the Rocky Mountain Rangers Regimental Association (PG Branch). He is also the Founding Chairman of the Commonwealth Cup, Northern BC's largest charity golf tournament. Dan has been awarded a Senatorship and Life Membership in Junior Chamber International. He is twice runner-up as Prince George's Business Person of the Year. He has been recognized by the insurance industry as a member of the Million Dollar Round Table and the Conference for Advanced Life Underwriters. In 2008, in recognition of his community service, he was knighted by the Sovereign Order of St. John of Jerusalem, Knights Hospitaller. In 2022, Dan was awarded the Queen's Jubilee Medallion. In 1986, Dan became a commissioned officer in the Canadian Armed Forces. Dan and his wife Roberta enjoy travelling and spending time at the lake. Roberta McLaren is a native to Prince George who has reaped the benefits of living in the North and has developed a strong passion for Northern Communities However, she feels it's the people that are so exceptional! From Haida Gwaii to Valemount, Fort Nelson to Williams Lake, Roberta has special memories from the tens of thousands of people and First Nations who she has had the pleasure to meet, support and work with. As a high-profile business leader, influencer, advocate, and ambassador, Roberta guides organizations to achieve growth, visibility, performance, and social impact. Roberta has a genuine passion for delivering a lasting impact on the region. She excels at forging strategic partnerships and building consensus amongst stakeholders. A strong business development professional with a Master of Business Administration (MBA) focused in Executive Management, Sustainability and Coaching. Roberta loves animals, outdoors, music and new adventures with her husband Dan. Learn more about Commonwealth Financial at https://www.mycommonwealth.ca/

Kris commissions his signature ‘Santa's Dildo'.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.When I woke up, I had a splitting headache. Blizzard was standing on a stool in front of my chair, licking the last of Sugar Plum's cum out of my beard with her long, sensitive tongue. She was wearing a white robe, one of Mary's new uniforms. I waited until she was done.“What time is it?” I mumbled.“Three hours after closing time,” she answered. “I'm glad the quitting bell didn't awaken you. It arose such a clatter.”I felt like throwing up. Blizzard grabbed a trashcan without me even needing to ask. She always knew what I wanted before I did. She was such a good elf. She held the can under my mouth.“I don't feel so good.”“You drank too much elf milk. So did Indigo. I had to send her home early. Everyone else stayed late to get their work done, just in case you're wondering. And be of good cheer, your headache will pass.”I saw the ripped up shreds of the secretary costume in the trashcan.“How did you know?”“I saw how you looked at Holly. I knew what you were thinking. You wanted to anoint her, but you didn't because you loved Mrs. Kringle. But you don't love her any more, do you?”“No.”“I thought not. I am very perceptive. And I don't think you're going to vomit after all.” She was right. I was feeling better.She put the trashcan on the floor. “I suppose I should tell you that I encouraged Holly to present herself as a gift to you. I felt you needed it. It cannot be good to go so many years without anointing anyone. I even made the pretty underwear for her. I wore the same pair last night, though I had to take them in a bit.”“Really? Those were the same panties?”“Yes. Imagine my surprise when you passed on the opportunity. Humans. Very difficult to understand.”“It's a good thing I turned her down. I might have injured her.”“Yes, but I didn't know how large you were at the time. Your elf servants have seen you naked of course, but apparently you triple in size when you harden. I am perceptive, but I didn't think about that. Silly me. So, it's definitely a good thing you didn't attempt to mount Holly. She had a very small pussy.”“How do you know?”“Oh, I made love to her the morning after you turned her down… well, she looked so sad and so horny. She didn't like my tongue at first… it really is quite long, even for an Elf, but she quickly learned to enjoy it. And I learned to enjoy the flavor of human pussy. It's really quite nice.”Even all these years later, the thought of Blizzard going down on Holly was enough to give me a hard-on. “You… had sex with Holly?”“She'd done such a good job as my assistant, I thought it was the least I could do. I anointed her with my milk. She was very happy when she left.” Then Blizzard kissed me on the lips and said, “Thank you, Mr. Kringle, for the secretary's day gift.”I smiled. I felt warm and alive. “Thank you, Blizzard, for the fantasy come true.”She laughed a high, musical laugh. “My pleasure. But it was only fantasy for the first few minutes.” She squeezed my growing erection, “I've got to go home, Mr. Kringle. Maybe tomorrow.”She hopped off my lap and started walking toward the door. I looked around and noticed that the cum had all been cleaned up. I'd have never known an orgy had happened here, other than the stains on my own clothes.“Is that sort of thing normal for elves?”“Not really, Santa. We never have love-share during working hours.” She said as she was walking out the door.“Then why did you do it today?”“You wanted us to, of course,” With a wink of her eye, she closed the door. Blizzard was a perceptive elf, but not a wise one. She knew what I wanted without needing to ask, but she didn't seem to know that sometimes what we want isn't necessarily what's good for us.SCENE 5:SAVING CHRISTMASAs Kris told his story, he rarely looked at me but up at the ceiling instead, perhaps afraid I might be judging him. He needn't have worried. I was sitting cross-legged on the other bed, listening with rapt attention, totally turned on. During his story he'd grown hard every time he got to one of the ‘good parts'. But each time he'd brought his knees up to hide what was happening. But I could see the outlines of his massive shaft inside the loose fitting trousers. I found myself salivating, itching to slip onto his bed and unleash his manhood. But I had a modicum of willpower now, so I forced myself to sit still and listen.When he started describing the crazy elf orgy in his office his eyes glazed over, lost in his memories, unaware that he was getting hard. Much to my surprise and delight, Kris' cock grew larger and larger until his pants were tenting straight up a good ten inches. Then, when he got to the part of his story where he sodomized Blizzard, his cock grew even longer and slowly ripped through the fabric of his loose (but not loose enough) pants. My god! He wasn't lying, it could actually do that! I watched in amazement as the head of his massive pole emerged through the splitting seam, encased at first in his silky red boxers, which were decorated with Christmas trees. But soon the insistent bulge ripped through the silk too, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Santa's fifteen inch cock! It was darker than the rest of his skin, ruddy and throbbing with his hot blood. The boxers and pants settled, revealing every inch of his throbbing Santahood. I thought he'd been bragging when he how big it was. But I shouldn't have doubted him. Kris Kringle never lies!I'd seen hundreds of cocks on my cross-country quest, from the tiniest little tadgers to the world's biggest pricks. I thought I'd seen them all, but I was wrong. This was definitely the biggest one of them all, by far! I don't particularly care how big a man's penis is when he's fucking me. It always feels great. In fact, anything over two inches thick is downright uncomfortable. But I've always loved to see and hold huge shlongs in my hands, ever since I'd given a bath to fake homeless Santa. Whenever I came across a hung Santa, I'd usually give him a hand job while he fingered me. Sometimes I didn't even need that much to have an orgasm, it was so exciting for me. So looking at Kris' abominable snowman made me instantly wet. I could barely concentrate on his fascinating story.When he finished talking about the orgy, his cock started getting softer, and he only noticed it when it flopped heavily over onto his thigh.“Damn it!” shouted Kris. He sat up in bed to cover himself. His cheeks turned beet red, “I'm so sorry. I hate when it does that!”“It's okay, Kris. Believe me, I've seen it all.” He smiled at me and fumbled his cock back into the ripped hole. I even enjoyed watching that. “I hope that's never happened when kids are around.”“No. I only see kids when I'm delivering toys, and to do that I need all my concentration on the task. I need to be filled, suffused with love and the spirit of Christmas. If I'm thinking about anything else… like naked elves for instance, I just can't do it. I mean, I have to fly my sleigh around to millions of houses in a few hours' time.”“Yes, how do you do that? I've always wanted to know!”“I don't know… I just do. I go into some sort of time warp, I guess. I don't know how it works. It just does. If I'm in the ‘Christmas Spirit', that is.” The expression on his face suddenly became desperate and tears filled his eyes.Now I understood. I moved closer, sitting on the edge of my bed. “You're afraid you won't be able to get into the Christmas Spirit this year, don't you?”He burst into tears, holding his hands over his face, his secret fear spoken aloud at last. I moved to his bed and put my hand on his chest. “But what about last Christmas? You delivered the toys then didn't you?”“Yes, but with the added burden of the sex toy deliveries I missed almost twelve thousand homes! I had so send those presents in the… mail.” He said the last word as if it was the most shameful word in the English language. “This year, I don't think I'll be able to deliver any toys at all.” He began weeping again.Santa was a basket case.“Don't cry Kris. I'll help you figure it out.” But of course, I had no idea how. It had taken months for me to stop chasing Santas, even after I realized it was a self-destructive habit that was ruining my life. Christmas Eve was tomorrow! There was precious little time to quiet Kris' troubled mind.I lay down in bed next to Kris, and cuddled him, my hand on his belly, and my head on his shoulder. His strong arm hugged me lightly, but he didn't try to reach farther and feel me up. If he had, I don't know what I would have done.A dim light was coming through the window. Shit! I'd been listening to his story for so many hours, I hadn't noticed the time! It had to be after noon, because the sun was only up between noon and 2 in Alaska that time of year. But Kris felt so warm in my arms. I decided to give him a few minutes to cry softly, while I cuddled him and patted his belly. I closed my eyes… for just a second.When I woke up, Kris' cock had emerged from the hole in his pants again. It seemed to be towering above me. Then I noticed that my bare hand was wrapped around the base of it. Blitzen, it was warm! I could hear from his light snoring that he was asleep. I didn't move a muscle. I just looked at his cock, feeling his flesh in my hand. How long had I been holding it? There was something familiar about his cock… almost like I'd seen it before. Déjà vu… I watched as a tiny bit of pre-cum seeped out of the tip and dripped down the shaft. I stared in fascination as it made its long trip downward, until it spread out on my knuckle. What was I doing?I let go, and sat up. I looked at the clock. We'd been asleep for hours. It was nearly five P.M. on Christmas Eve!“Santa… Kris. Wake up,” I said, my back to him, not wanting to be tempted by the sight of his cock again. “It's Christmas Eve.”He woke up and cursed again at his misbehaving member.I laughed. “Maybe you should invest in some stretch-pants,” I said.He chuckled deeply. “I'm glad I amuse you so much.”I still had no idea what to do to help him, but I knew where to start.“Kris. You need to take me to the North Pole.”I said it firmly, in a no-nonsense way. He said, “Okay.”He'd parked his Sleigh behind a stand of trees a few hundred yards from the diner. My god, the reindeer were beautiful. They were huge and furry. I couldn't believe I was actually seeing them with my own eyes! Kris introduced them to me. Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Sprinkles. Blitzen was apparently home, sick with a cold. As I met each reindeer I was amazed at how individual each one was. Some pranced and pawed, others just stared at me stoically. Apparently Kris understood their language, but I didn't. Just sounded like a bunch of honking and snorting to me.Santa had to hook them to the sleigh, because he'd unbridled them before coming to see me at the Moose Café. That actually touched me a bit. It meant he'd planned to spend some time chatting with me. Or maybe it meant he'd hoped to fuck me. Either way, it was touching.The sleigh was impressive for how unimpressive it was. In all the movies it's this super-amazing contraption. But Santa's sleigh is just an ordinary wooden sleigh with chipped paint and rusty old bells. It looked like it had been patched up a hundred times like the old junker I drove. When I climbed aboard, I didn't feel magical. I had imagined this moment my whole life, but it was actually quite ordinary. Just two people climbing aboard an old sleigh. Ho, hum.But then he shouted in his booming voice, “Dash away!” and the reindeer started galloping. The whole rickety contraption lifted off the snow, as if it were light as a feather. My heart leapt up in my throat! Now this was more like it! The reindeer hooves were now running in midair. We banked up steeply, twisting and dodging among the glistening treetops. I suddenly felt as if the sleigh were going to tip over, so I threw my arms around Kris and looked back to see the lights of Anchorage growing small behind us. The sky was clear. The storm had passed during the night. We were surrounded by stars, dancing playfully around the moon, illuminating a wonderland of snow below us. I held Kris Kringle tight. We snuggled up together, so comfy… so cozy were we.After a while I noticed something odd.“Kris. We must be a thousand feet up, in the arctic… but I'm not cold.”“Of course not. You're with me.”We were picking up speed, but I saw Kris pull back on the reins a bit. I understood. There were still things to be said, but he didn't know how to continue.I gave him a nudge, “So, what happened after the orgy in your office? It sounds like you'd sort of made your peace with the situation.”“Yes. That's right. I didn't have any more orgies for a while. But I did start sleeping with… I mean, fucking female elves, usually one to four at a time. I was shy about it at first, but Blizzard was happy to hook me up with any elf that caught my eye, as long as they weren't Mary's elves. But soon I didn't need help. I hung sprigs of mistletoe about the factory, and if any female elf happened to be standing under one, well she was fair game. It was really quite a fun, liberating time. But I missed Snowbell.”“You didn't see Snowbell?”“No. I asked around for her, but Mary made it clear that Snowbell was her elf, not mine. I didn't want to fight, so there wasn't much I could do about it. Mary and I… well we never talked about any of it. Eventually we stopped talking entirely. She never ate dinner with me anymore, but stayed over in her wing working on her project.”“So you never saw Snowbell again?” I felt sad. From his story, I could tell that Snowbell was special to him.He smiled, “I saw her one last time. She snuck into my bedroom one night. I awoke with her sucking my cock. She laughed and laughed when I woke up, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. Then she got serious and said that she'd been wanting to see me ever so much, but Mary wouldn't let her. I could tell she was conflicted. She was still wearing her hair down as said she would, but she had no choice but to obey Mary. It was in her blood. So I asked her what she was doing in my room. She said Mary had sent her with a proposition. In exchange for one night with Snowbell, I was to donate something to the sex toy project.”“What?”“My cock.”“What do you mean?”“I asked the same thing and when Snowbell told me I had no choice but to comply. I would have traded anything for one more night with that little elf. We fucked for hours. I think we both knew it would be our last time. But before I was done, and when I was at my hardest and longest, Snowbell shaved all the hair off my cock and balls, and spread a molding compound around everything.”Oh, my god… could it be?“When Snowbell was finished she had a perfect cast of my cock and balls. She cleaned off the residue and we went back to fucking… making love, actually, until I fell asleep. When I awoke, Snowbell and the cast were gone.”I started breathing hard. Oh my god, I thought, I hope he tells me what I think he's gonna tell me!“I was sad. But Christmas was coming and I had no time to be maudlin. Anyway, a few days before Christmas Eve Mary finally showed me the sex toy she wanted me to deliver. Apparently, after all the product testing with all the crazy contraptions she could find, she'd determined that the classic sex toy would be best. The big giant dick.”I was right! I was right!“She'd turned the cast of my cock into this big rubber…”I interrupted him, shouting in delight, “…dildo that plays Christmas carols!”He looked at me and a big smile warmed his face. “Did you like it, Virginia?”Oh it was too wonderful for words. “Kris! You saved my life!” I stood up, jumped between his knees and threw my arms around him, kissing him with all my love. Kris Kringle had saved my life!We kissed for a long time. His cock got hard, emerging from the hole in his pants again. It moved up my belly and rested between my breasts, but I didn't touch it. I just wanted to kiss him and he wanted to kiss me. We explored each other's mouths for a long time, sometimes looking into each other's eyes. His azure eyes were the color of a clear blue mountain lake. Eventually his cock realized that I didn't want to fuck, and it shrunk again. I just wanted to kiss Kris Kringle on his sleigh, a thousand feet above the ground, as we crossed the Arctic Circle.When I'd had my fill, I stepped back and saw the quizzical expression on his face.“Thanks,” he said. “But I didn't save your life, Virginia. I just gave you a rubber cock. You didn't send me your customary Christmas list, so I had to put your name on Mary's sex toy list. I was… actually quite worried that you'd be offended by it. That was a pretty obscene Christmas gift. I almost refused to deliver them… but Mary had put so much work into her project, and I was so distracted by all the elf sex I was having, I just didn't have the energy to say no. But right before delivering them, I ripped all the 'from: Santa' tags off.”I put my hands on his fuzzy face. I loved him with all my heart. I'd always loved Santa. But now I loved Kris Kringle, and that's a different thing altogether. “Kris, I never really finished my story earlier. I think now's a good time to tell you how I finally got my shit together. And how you saved my life. ”“Okay”, he said.I kneeled on the bench next to him and held his hand as I talked. “Well, when I found out I was a truck stop whore, I was pretty ticked off, let me tell you. I didn't regret fucking and blowing scores of anonymous Santas. But the lying… it really pissed me off. So before that jerk of a truck driver came back from the shitter, I got behind the wheel of his eighteen-wheeler and drove off without him. He'd taught me how to drive it, the idiot. I headed straight for Alaska. I knew he wouldn't call the cops on me. I mean, what could he say to them? He was my pimp. I could easily prove that and put him in jail.“I stopped for gas and Santa hunting all along the Alaska Highway. Fort Nelson, Watson Lake, Winterhorse… Everywhere I stopped I found Santas to kiss and suck and fuck, but they all turned out to be phonies. But I kept heart. I was on a holy mission. Something… some natural force in the universe was driving me to seek you out!”“Well,” he said, “You've finally found me.”I kissed him again, but briefly, and continued my story, “I was getting more and more desperate. By the time I reached Anchorage, Christmas was only a few days away. I started cracking up. I needed to find you… I knew you were in crisis… that you needed me. I was so desperate that I started questioning everything I knew about Santa, and I stopped looking for bearded, jolly, fat men. Now… any man would do. Any man at all as long as he was over thirty. I'd just walk into a gas station or a bar and start kissing every man in the place. Sometimes they'd chase me out… sometimes they wouldn't. Sometimes it ended up with me following them home or taking them back to my stolen truck. Sometimes I was flat on my back in the slushy mud of a freezing cold back alley. Sometimes it was more than one man at a time. One night, four days before Christmas Eve, I went into a sleazy bar, and I was gang fucked. I won't say gang-raped, because I enjoyed every fucking instant of it. There were ten or fifteen men there, all ages, all races, all sizes, fucking me one after another, filling my pussy with cum, shoving their cocks down my throat, jacking off all over my naked body as I lay on my back on the pool table. I loved it… but one by one I realized none of them were you. I begged them to call their friends, anyone, everyone, because Santa was out there somewhere and he needed me to fuck him!”“Oh, Virginia. I'm so sorry.”“An hour and eight men later, a woman came into the bar looking for her boyfriend. When she saw me naked on the pool table, dripping with cum, a line of men waiting for their turn on me, she fought them off and rescued me. I didn't want to leave, but by this time I was too exhausted to resist. She wanted to call the police, but I convinced her that they weren't raping me. I'd asked them to do it… begged them to. She gave me a t-shirt, since my clothes were back at the bar. Then she gave me some sleeping pills, and I fell asleep. But as soon as I woke up I ran straight out the door. Soon I was dashing through the snow, barefoot, going from house to house, looking for men."The first door I banged on was answered by a little old man, probably in his nineties, carrying an oxygen tank. He looked jolly enough for me. I kissed him like crazy, but the tubes that were blowing oxygen up his nose were in the way, so I got on my knees, unzipped his fly and went to town on his cock before he even knew what was happening. He got very hard, very fast. I gobbled on his knob until he shot his wad in my mouth. I looked up at his astonished face, and realized he wasn't you, so I apologized, and ran to the next house. Nobody home. Next house: a woman. Next house…"I found a middle aged man shoveling his sidewalk. I pushed him onto his back in the snow and started kissing him and rubbing myself all over him. I crawled up his body and rubbed my pussy in his face… I was naked under the t-shirt. He was too stunned to lick me or anything so I just fucked his face for a while. He took off his gloves and started feeling me up… my ass, my tits. Finally he started licking my pussy like crazy. That was more like it! I finally had a screaming orgasm. I was going to fuck him next, but I heard his wife in the house yelling, 'what was that noise, Frank? Are you okay?' Frank? Not Santa? I jumped up and ran off. Next house, nobody home, next house a woman making breakfast for her children."Next I came across a small church. I ran inside, intending to pray for you to find me, but instead I found the pastor polishing a candelabra. Soon, I was polishing his penis; first with my mouth, then with my pussy. He was an enthusiastic convert to the church of Virginia, because he bent me over on the railing they give communion at and fucked me from behind. Instead of shooting his wad in me, however, he had me kneel in front of him while he jerked himself off on my face. I looked up at him, my hands together, praying he would turn out to be the real true Santa. He wasn't. Just a perverted priest, led astray by a Santa-seeking slut."I was absolutely totally crazed, but happy, so happy! I felt as if I were fulfilling my purpose in the universe! I didn't even knock at the next door I came to. I just barged right in and saw a teenaged boy sitting in front of a television, playing a video game. He was definitely the youngest person I'd ever considered might be Santa, but by this time my standards had really slipped. It turned out later he was eighteen, but I didn't even think about it at the time. I just pushed his game controller aside, unzipped his fly and started sucking his cock. He couldn't believe what was happening. It was like his secret Christmas wish had come true. I heard later that he was a virgin. He isn't anymore. As soon as he was good and hard, I jumped on his lap and started fucking him. He was so astonished that he didn't even notice the preacher's cum dripping off my face. As I fucked him I lifted my shirt up and rubbed my breasts all over his face. His hard young cock felt so good inside me! I started having a screaming orgasm. Soon he started quivering, then he started cumming."That's when his mother came back from the store. She'd gone to buy a new snow shovel. When she walked in, she thought her son was being attacked by some wild woman from the woods… and I guess he was. She attacked me with the snow shovel.”I lifted up my bangs, to show the long scar I now had on my forehead.Kris' eyes were smoky with compassion. I noticed he had an erection from my story, but he'd put a blanket in his lap to cover it up. He leaned toward me and kissed my scar.I smiled, “There's another one on my thigh… I'll let you kiss that one later. That woman really did a number on me. She even knocked out my two front teeth. I still owe money for the implants. But… actually, she did me a favor. She stopped my ecstatic rampage. I woke up in the Anchorage hospital.”“Yes, I remember,” said Kris. “I'd wondered why you were in a hospital, but I couldn't stick around to find out. I still had millions of presents to deliver.”I put my hand on his cheek. “That's okay. Anyway, when I woke up, it was Christmas eve. I was scarred, and black and blue all over. A male doctor came in to see me, and the first thing I did was to try to unzip his fly to suck his cock. He backed off and I tried to get out of bed to get at him! He said there was a big suture on my thigh, so I needed to keep still. But I didn't care. The nurses had to restrain me… strap me to the bed so I wouldn't hurt myself. The doctor called in a psychiatrist. I was too crazed with desperation to lie, so I told her that I needed to find Santa, I needed to fuck him! I couldn't explain it. I just had to! She was very nice, but in the end she filled out some paperwork to have me transferred to a mental hospital in a few days. I knew what that meant. I'd be locked up! But later that night I was able to talk the nurses into taking off my restraints. They figured it was cruel to keep me strapped down on Christmas Eve. But they kept a sharp eye on me. I waited and waited for everyone to leave for the day. But I fell asleep, listening to the nurses sing Silver Bells as they exchanged presents out in the nurse's station. When I woke up, it was dark. No one was stirring.”“Not even a mouse?” asked Kris, smiling.“Not even a mouse. I snuck out of bed, determined to escape. I was going to run out into the cold dark night. It was crazy. The suture on my leg would have opened up. I'd have bled to death, or froze. I didn't care. I just needed to find Santa… but then… I saw it.”“My present,” he said, smiling.I nodded. “Your present. It was sitting right there, on the rolling tray next to my bed. A big, red, wrapped oblong box. I wondered if the nurses had left it for me. I didn't see a tag. I wanted to run… but I thought… maybe, just maybe, this present was from you. So I carefully unwrapped it, quietly and slowly so nobody would hear me. I was surprised as fuck-all when I saw what was inside. It said 'Santa's Little Helper' on the box, and had a small cartoony drawing of you. Most of the box, though, was clear plastic and I could see what was inside. A giant rubber cock, colored red and white in a spiral pattern, just like the North Pole. I started laughing. I thought, what the fuck is this? Who the hell gave this crazy thing to me? I mean… it was obscene! It was like, fifteen inches long, and four inches thick!” I mimicked the shape and size of it with my hands. He laughed.“When I saw your cock earlier, I should have recognized it. But the spiral red and white stripes must have thrown me off. And I never, even once, thought that YOU had given me that crazy cock! I took it out of the package, absolutely fascinated by it! I didn't know then what I found so fascinating. But… now I know. It was you, Kris. It was your cock. It was what I'd been searching for the last three years… but I didn't even know it! I held it in my hands, feeling its meaty weight… it's insane girth. In spite of the unrealistic coloring, it felt so realistic. I had a rubber cock once… it was all floppy, but this thing… well it was stiff as well as soft, just like a real cock. I knew it would never fit inside me… but I had to try it out. I lay back on my bed, my desire to run away suddenly forgotten. I lifted up my hospital gown and pulled my panties open. I put the head of that monster up to my pussy lips and began to masturbate my clit with it. It felt amazing. I have no idea why. My skin tingled at its touch. It began to vibrate, even though I hadn't turned on any switch. It was a soft vibration… almost undetectable, not like the crude buzzing that normal dildoes make. I started getting wet… and I mean soaking wet. I pushed the head of that thing between my pussy lips and it slid inside. I couldn't believe it. I'd never been able to enjoy the feeling of a big dick inside me, and this was bigger than any I'd ever felt before. It was mind blowing. Oh sure, it felt tight, but it fit! So I decided that it must have been designed to shrink in order to fit inside anybody, no matter their size, you know, like squeezing a sponge. Anyway, it felt good inside me, so I thrust it deeper and it really seemed to go farther than I would have thought possible. It was like a magic act really… the way it seemed to disappear inside me… all the way to the base. And weirdest of all… it was like I could feel all fifteen inches of it inside me, even though I know, for a fact, I am not fifteen inches deep!”Kris was surprised to hear all this. “I didn't know it did that. Mary didn't demonstrate it for me. Just loaded them up on the sleigh. Wow. Elf magic, I guess.”I giggled, “When it was all the way inside me, it started playing a Christmas carol. 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town'. I laughed out loud! I thought it was the craziest gift ever! I was so curious who'd left it for me so I could thank them! I grabbed it by its big, heavy balls and started fucking myself with it, and soon I felt so good, I forgot all about how weird it was. I was just fucking myself, feeling the vibration of the music deep inside me. I crammed it into myself for minute after wonderful minute, screaming into a pillow to stifle the sound. I had a powerful orgasm. Powerful."I lay back, the cock… your cock, still inside me, and I went into a post orgiastic state. But your cock wasn't finished with me! It started moving inside me, very slightly, just enough to keep my orgasm zinging, like it was a stone skipping across a lake. I don't know how long this lasted but when it was over… I was absolutely spent… and I felt content. My need to chase Santa had lessened. It was still there, but the hungry, insane desperation was gone. I pulled your cock out of me and lay in bed, hugging it to my belly like a pet, and fell asleep, getting the first really good night's sleep I'd had in two years.”I kissed Kris again. “Thank you for the present Santa.”“You're welcome, Virginia.”To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

This week on the Bourbon Showdown Podcast we welcome Michter's back to the show! One of our favorites, Andrea Wilson, the Master of Maturation comes returns to the show and brings Dan McKee, the Master Distiller with her! It is a triathlon episode this week as we discuss distilling whiskey, maturing whiskey and of course.... drinking whiskey! It is a great episode and we sincerely thank Andrea and Dan for their time! We sip through some Michter's Barrel proof rye and barrel proof bourbon as well as discuss their Fort Nelson distillery in Louisville. Its a high-proof episode this week on the Bourbon Showdown Podcast!

We are on location at the Michter's Distillery in Shively (Louisville) Kentucky for this episode.  We sit down with Dan McKee and Andrea Wilson and share an incredible rye whiskey flight as we discuss the brand, its origin, and its growth into the future.  We discuss Dan's role as Master Distiller and Andrea's as Master of Maturation as we enjoy this flight of a single barrel Rye, a 10 Year Rye, Barrel Strength Rye, and Toasted Barrel Strength Rye Whiskey. Download this episode on your favorite podcast app and be sure to drop us a review while you're there.   We are thankful for everyone who has supported us. A huge shoutout to our growing Patreon Community as well! We'd appreciate it if you can take the time to give us feedback on our podcast. If you enjoy our content, consider giving us a 5 star rating on your favorite podcast app, leave us a review, and tell a fellow bourbon lover about our show. Follow  us @BourbonLens on Instagram, Facebook, & Twitter.  And please check out our Patreon to learn how you can support our endeavors, earn Bourbon Lens swag, be part of future barrel picks, and more. If you have any comments, questions, or suggestions, please email us at TheBourbonLens@Gmail.com. Visit our website BourbonLens.com to check out our blog posts, or even purchase your own Bourbon Lens tasting glass or t-shirt. Cheers,Scott, Jake, & MichaelBourbon Lens About Dan McKee: Born and bred in Indiana, Michter's Master Distiller Dan McKee moved to Kentucky to pursue his dream of making whiskey. He began his career in the bourbon industry as a Distillery Operator at Jim Beam Distillery in Clermont, Kentucky. After two years of hands-on experience making some of the industry's leading bourbons and ryes, he was promoted to Distillery Supervisor at Booker Noe Distillery, where he worked for seven years. At that distillery, Dan reported to Pam Heilmann and gained valuable experience in all aspects of whiskey distilling. After being brought to Michter's Distillery by Ms. Heilmann, he played an integral role in assisting with the construction of the company's new Shively Distillery, and along with Ms. Heilmann and Andrea Wilson he built the company's current production team. Dan has continued to expand the company's operations with his work to bring Michter's Fort Nelson distillery online with its legendary pot stills and cypress wood fermenters from the original Michter's Pennsylvania operation. With his expertise in grain, Dan has played a key role in working with our local farmers to coordinate the planting schedules on Michter's 205-acre parcel in Springfield, Kentucky. Having graduated from Indiana Wesleyan University, Dan serves as Michter's technical representative on the Kentucky Distillers' Association. About Andrea Wilson: Andrea is Michter's Master of Maturation as well as its Executive Vice President - General Manager. As Michter's Master of Maturation, Andrea manages barrel specifications, barrel procurement, heat cycling and temperature monitoring during aging, tracking maturation of barrels, whiskey filtration in preparation for bottling, and innovation to continue to improve the aging process. Becoming the first woman to ever serve as Chair of the Kentucky Distillers' Association is among the many honors achieved by Andrea during her illustrious career. Andrea is admired for her accomplishments in the whiskey industry and has been involved in all aspects of making Michter's whiskeys. Before joining Michter's, Andrea spent over ten years with Diageo in various whiskey related positions including Director of Distillation and Maturation, North America - overseeing both the U.S. and Canadian distillation and maturation programs. Prior to her departure from Diageo she was the company's Director of Whiskey Strategy for North American operations. She holds a Master of Chemical Engineering degree from the University of Louisville, and she has been highlighted in the KET television documentary, Kentucky Bourbon Tales: Distilling the Family Business. About Michter's Process: CooperageWe Pay Careful Attention to the Wood Used in the Construction of Our Barrels.  We are specifying wood that has been thoroughly and properly dried, sometimes for as long as 18-48 months, in order to enhance the natural properties of the wood which allow for better flavor and to reduce the levels of tannin imparted to the whiskey. Toasting & CharringThe Barrels Made to Our Specifications Are Toasted Before Charring.  Toasting a barrel before charring helps to make the wood's sugars more accessible. These sugars caramelize and concentrate to form the "red line" in the barrel stave cross-sections due to the heat, ultimately adding more flavor and color to the whiskey as it seeps through the char to the caramel red line. Low Entry ProofWe Enter Our Rye and Bourbon Into Barrels at 103 Proof (51.5% ABV). Although the typical industry entry proof is 125 proof, we believe that the lower 103 proof (51.5% ABV) level – which was historically regarded as the gold standard in Kentucky – allows for the concentrated sugars in the toasted and charred wood to dissolve more readily into the distillate as it cycles in and out of the barrel. Even though the lower entry proof yields fewer bottles per barrel, we believe that the smooth flavor and richer mouthfeel makes it worth it. Heat CyclingWe Heat Cycle Our Barrels During Their Aging.  The more often whiskey expands and contracts ("cycles") soaking in and then out of the wood of the barrel, the more flavor it absorbs from the sugars in the caramelized red line of the wood. Heat cycling is an uncommon practice used to raise and lower the temperatures in the barrel warehouses to induce extra cycles within a given year. This practice is extremely costly because heat cycling significantly increases the "Angel Share" evaporation during aging, but in most cases enhances the flavor of the whiskey. Chill FilterAt our distillery, we chill filter all of our whiskeys instead of using carbon filtration that can strip out flavor and aroma. Moreover, rather than use the one size fits all approach of many distillers, we use the different filtration mediums and techniques best suited to each of our individual whiskey offerings – despite it being time consuming and costly – to highlight each expression's best qualities.   Show Links: Michter's Distillery  Michter's American Whiskeys  Andrea Wilson Featured in Gear Patrol's 20 Women Who Are Making Waves in Whiskey  All 17 Bottles Of Michter's Whiskey -- Tested, Reviewed, And Ranked  13 Things You Should Know About Michter's | VinePair  Michter's – Kentucky Bourbon Trail  After 10,000 Years, Rye Is Having Its Moment - The Whiskey Wash Michter's 10 Year Bourbon Release Held Back Until 2023 American whiskey distiller breaks down major supply disruptions amid Russia-Ukraine war  Small Business Big Mission: Michter's Fort Nelson Distillery - Louisville Business First