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Send me a text message. Suggestions? Subjects for future podcasts? Let me know--thanks!In writing, regular English verbs add “ed” to the infinitive to show past tense. So hope becomes hoped, grab becomes grabbed, and wait becomes waited. Now close your eyes and listen to the ending sound of these three verbs.Hoped, hoped, hoped.Grabbed, grabbed, grabbed.Waited, waited, waited.The past tense of hope ends with a T sound.The past tense of grab ends with a D sound.The past tense of waited ends with an ‘ed' sound.There are rules which determine which verbs end with each sound. Basically it has to do with the final sounds of the infinitives. Let's look at the first case.  If a regular verb ends in a voiceless sound, then pronounce -ed as /t/.Listen to the following sentences and concentrate on the final sound of the verbs. I'll read each one five times.1) I hoped she would come.2) He locked the door.3) I missed you!4) He touched the baby's nose.5) She brushed her hair and left the house.6) Our boss briefed us on the day's schedule.7) My sister mashed the potatoes.8) We watched a movie.9) I introduced my father to my new boss.10) The balloon popped.Many many common verbs end in voiceless sounds and so add /t/ for the past tense: look, cook, walk, talk, peek, fetch, hop, etc.Now the second rule:If a regular verb ends in a voiced sound, then pronounce -ed as /d/.(All vowel sounds—including diphthongs--are voiced, plus b, g, l, m, n, r, w, and v).11) We agreed that the movie was too long.12) They carried the boxes to the truck.13) He grabbed the rope and started pulling.14) The bridge sagged under the weight of the train.15) She hummed the melody of the song.16) We listened to the orchestra.17) He called me on the phone.18) They remembered my name.19) We sawed down the tree with a big chainsaw.20) They lived in London for many years.21) Mary played piano very well.22) She showed us her apartment.23) He raged at his captors.24) The train slowed as it entered the station.Finally, the third possible pronunciation.If the verb ends with “D” or “T” sounds, -ed is pronounced /uhd/.25) I accepted his job offer.26) We needed some help.27) He waited for a long time.28) The doctor wanted to test her blood.29) We decided not to go on vacation.30) I reported the fire to the fire department. To conclude this podcast, I'm going to read a random list of regular verbs in the past tense. You can use it for ear training—see if you can hear the ending of each verb. Is it a T sound, a D sound, or UHD? You can try to repeat the words. You can try writing them down. The most important thing is to know that “ed” can be pronounced three different ways and to practice them so that they become automatic.Intro & Outro Music: La Pompe Du Trompe by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Support the showEmail me: swift.water3883@fastmail.comYou can now support my podcasts and classes:Keep the podcasts coming! Thank you!

Grabbed my old Zoom H1 recorder (the one that lets me hear myself talk – crucial!) and went for a walk to escape the apartment and the endless to-do list. Turns out, I had a lot on my mind. This is a pretty unfiltered ramble about feeling overwhelmed by choices, the good and bad of the internet (especially the news… ugh), the weirdness of modern parenting, and why I'm nostalgic for the early days of online life. Also, a brief rant about gimbals I haven't used and why I keep listening to old podcasts. It's chaotic, but it's real.Okay, here are timestamps for key topics and transitions in the transcript, along with a list of references (both explicit and implicit).Timestamps:* 0:00:00 - 0:00:28: Introduction and explanation of using the Zoom H1 recorder.* 0:00:28 - 0:00:55: Reason for the walk: escaping the overwhelming feeling of unfinished tasks and distractions at home.* 0:00:55 - 0:01:17: Description about new recording approach.* 0:01:17 - 0:01:50: Benefits of recording while listetning.* 0:01:50 - 0:02:28: Description of a walk.* 0:02:28 - 0:03:55: Feeling overwhelmed by choices and the "temptations" of home.* 0:03:55 - 0:04:55: Mentioning the podcast and its new location (sapsdag.com).* 0:04:55 - 0:05:13: Overthinking the podcast name.* 0:05:13 - 0:06:07: The comfort of having a creative outlet, questioning the purpose of his other projects.* 0:06:07 - 0:07:07: The Unreal Engine project dilemma (game or productivity software?).* 0:07:07 - 0:07:52: The satisfaction of publishing vs. the feeling of "semi-productivity tasks."* 0:07:52 - 0:08:53: Talking about "doing" versus talking about "doing" (referencing the prevalence of online tutorials and courses).* 0:08:53 - 0:09:09: The overwhelming nature of tools, options.* 0:09:09 - 0:10:19: The unused gimbal and the feeling of guilt.* 0:10:19 - 0:12:45: Explaining the recent absence due to co-parenting and his daughter's illness.* 0:12:45 - 0:13:52: Thoughts on parents sharing children's lives online (strong disapproval).* 0:13:52 - 0:14:17: Tangent about a vandalized Tesla and Elon Musk.* 0:14:17 - 0:14:50: The polarizing nature of news around the Tesla.* 0:14:50 - 0:17:55: The addictive and negative nature of online news (Elon Musk, Donald Trump, Ukraine conflict).* 0:17:55 - 0:18:40: The desire to disconnect from the news and toxicity.* 0:18:40 - 0:19:29: Questioning how to disconnect while using the internet and smartphones.* 0:19:29 - 0:19:58: Youtube example.* 0:19:58 - 0:20:40: Experimenting with a "dumb phone" (unsuccessful).* 0:20:40 - 0:21:46: The story about the girl on the train sketching in a notebook (analog vs. digital).* 0:21:46 - 0:23:43: Discussion of "artisanal" activities, making yourself purposely bored, being a content creator.* 0:23:43 - 0:24:24: Returning to the issue of consuming vs. creating, constant podcast listening.* 0:24:24 - 0:25:37: Describing his podcast listening habits (multiple headphones, listening while falling asleep).* 0:25:37 - 0:26:23: Recognizing the negative impact of constant listening (anxiety, suppressing own thoughts).* 0:26:23 - 0:27:34: Recording as antidote.* 0:27:34 - 0:28:40: Critiquing the formulaic nature of modern podcasts and the search for "honest media."* 0:28:40 - 0:29:36: Reflection on the change of the podcasting.* 0:29:36 - 0:30:25: Listening to old podcasts and the appeal of the "old internet."* 0:30:25 - 0:30:55: Longing for sharing without commercial interest.* 0:30:55 - 0:32:48: Mentioning Emma Chamberlain's podcast ("Anything Goes") as an example of introspective content, but not fully resonating.* 0:32:48 - 0:34:40: Reflecting on the shift in online purchasing from the early days to now.* 0:34:40 - 0:36:23: Discussion of the decline of physical stores and the dominance of online shopping.* 0:36:23 - 0:38:32: Reflecting on the changing nature of "side hustles" and online income.* 0:38:32 - 0:39:17: Deciding to cut the walk short and take a tram home (due to being overdressed and the weather).References (Explicit and Implicit):* Zoom H1 Recorder: (Explicit) A specific model of portable audio recorder.* sapsdag.com (C-Monk X): (Explicit) The speaker's website/podcast platform.* Unreal Engine: (Explicit) A game development engine, implying the speaker's interest in game development or 3D graphics.* "Semi-productivity tasks": (Implicit) A term used in productivity circles to describe activities that feel productive but don't contribute to meaningful goals.* Elon Musk, Donald Trump, Ukraine conflict, Russian invasion: (Explicit) Current events and figures that represent the speaker's anxiety about the news and the state of the world.* "Big Brother": (Explicit) A reality TV show, used as a comparison to the "reality fictional show" of current events.* US Tarrifs: (Explicit) A reference to trade policies, shows attention to current events.* Pixel 8 Pro: (Explicit) A specific model of Google smartphone.* YouTube: (Explicit) The video-sharing platform, used as an example of a source of distraction and algorithm-driven content.* "Dumb phone": (Implicit) A basic phone with limited features, contrasted with a smartphone.* "Girl on the train" sketching: (Implicit) Refers to a previous blog post by the speaker, creating a connection between his written and spoken content.* "Artisanal" things: (Implicit) A reference to a trend of valuing handcrafted, traditional, or non-digital activities.* Podcasts (in general): (Explicit & Implicit) A major theme, with the speaker discussing his listening habits, the evolution of podcasting, and his search for authentic content.* Apple AirPods: (Explicit) Mentioned as a type of headphones used.* Emma Chamberlain's "Anything Goes" podcast: (Explicit) A specific podcast mentioned as an example of introspective content, but not a perfect fit for the speaker.* Instagram: (Implicit) Mentioned in the context of parents sharing photos of their children.* eBay: (Explicit) Refered as first online shop.* "Old Internet" vs. "New Internet": (Implicit) A recurring theme, contrasting the perceived innocence and community of the early internet with the commercialized, algorithm-driven present.Greetings. Or maybe not "greetings." More like… a continuation. A brain-spill, captured on my trusty old Zoom H1 recorder. I love this thing because, unlike my "fancy" microphone, it lets me hear myself as I talk. Sounds weird, I know, but for this kind of rambling self-reflection, it's essential. It's like having a real-time sanity check.And sanity was definitely in short supply this morning. I was trapped in my apartment, surrounded by the ghosts of unfinished projects. My website, that game I'm (supposedly) making, the ever-growing list of "shoulds"... it was all closing in. The internet, which is supposed to be this amazing tool, felt more like a digital prison, full of distractions and temptations masquerading as opportunities.So, I did the only logical thing: I ran away. Okay, I went for a walk. A rainy, cold Saturday morning walk, to be precise. And I brought the recorder, because sometimes the best way to untangle your thoughts is to just… let them out.The Siren Song of the Scroll (and Why It's Drowning Me)One of the biggest things I've been wrestling with is the sheer volume of information we're bombarded with daily. I'm an information junkie, I admit it. Podcasts are practically my lifeblood (I have, like, four different pairs of headphones for different listening situations – don't judge). But lately, it feels like I'm drowning in other people's thoughts, leaving no room for my own.And the news… oh, the news. It's this addictive, horrifying spectacle. The Elon Musk saga, the political dumpster fires, the global conflicts… I feel compelled to stay informed, but it's also incredibly draining. It's like watching a slow-motion train wreck, and you can't look away, even though you know it's making you miserable.I keep finding myself longing for the "old internet" – the days before algorithms and monetization ruled everything. Remember when people blogged just to share their thoughts, not to build a personal brand? When online shopping felt like a risky adventure? There was a certain innocence to it, a sense of genuine connection that feels increasingly rare.Parenting in the Age of the Perfectly Curated FeedThis all ties into my feelings about parenting, too. I'm a co-parent, which means I get these intense weeks with my daughter, followed by weeks of (relative) freedom. It's a rollercoaster, to say the least. And when I'm in "dad mode," there's just no room for anything else. My fancy new gimbal? Still in its box.And I'm fiercely protective of my daughter's privacy. I see so many parents using their kids for online clout, and it just feels… wrong. Kids are adorable, fascinating creatures, but that fascination is primarily for their parents. Sharing every moment of their lives online, before they're even old enough to understand the implications, feels exploitative.Finding the Signal in the NoiseSo, where does this leave me? Still searching, I guess. Trying to find a balance between staying informed and staying sane. Trying to create more and consume less. Trying to be present, both for my daughter and for myself.This recording, this messy, rambling brain dump, is part of that process. It's a way of reclaiming my own thoughts, of finding the signal in the noise. It's not polished, it's not perfect, but it's real. And in a world of curated realities, maybe that's the most valuable thing of all. I still don't really know how do you filter all that negative information. But here it is. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cmonkx.substack.com

All consensual, don't worry and she gave us quite the vivid description. Chrissie explains her litmus test for a person is their opinion on Khloe Kardashian...and then we somehow got to what Americans say for urination, I can't track where the chat went off the rails but it did...See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Few things in life are certain, but it's a sure bet you've never heard a Capitol Ideas like this one. A dozen Democratic lawmakers, from veterans to brand-new members, making observations about life, one of the busiest weeks of the session, and the enduring Democratic values that most Washingtonians share.

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COURTNEY GRABBED HER BALLS by 101.9POR

Interview by Patrick Cooke

Click to Subscribe: https://bit.ly/Youtube-Subscribe-SoapDirt The Young and the Restless sees Phyllis Summers (Michelle Stafford) has mysteriously disappeared, sparking speculation that the notorious Ian Ward (Ray Wise) may be involved. Daniel Romalotti (Michael Graziadei) and Summer Newman (Allison Lanier) express concern over their mother's sudden disappearance. The siblings, along with Summer's ex, Kyle Abbott (Michael Mealor), decide to reach out to Chance Chancellor (Conner Floyd) for help on the CBS soap opera.  Young and Restless sees Phyllis's unusual silence raises more questions and suspicion. Meanwhile, unresolved issues from Heather Steven's (Vail Bloom) case involving Chance and Sharon Newman (Sharon Case) resurface. Y&R Showrunner Josh Griffith teases an upcoming life-or-death situation involving Phyllis and Sharon. With the unexpected return of Ian Ward, who was presumed dead, the possibility of a kidnapping plot is looming. Will Phyllis's disappearance lead to a climactic showdown involving the Newmans, specifically Nick Newman (Joshua Morrow), and Ian Ward? Visit our Young and the Restless section of Soap Dirt: https://soapdirt.com/category/young-and-the-restless/ Listen to our Podcasts: https://soapdirt.podbean.com/ Check out our always up-to-date Young and the Restless Spoilers page at:  https://soapdirt.com/young-and-the-restless-spoilers/ Check Out our Social Media... Twitter: https://twitter.com/SoapDirtTV Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SoapDirt Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/soapdirt/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@soapdirt Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/soapdirt/

Send us a textThis episode was a whirlwind of chaotic energy fueled by cold brew, deep thoughts on dicks, and unsolicited introspection. Bobby and Jim discuss everything from waking up at ungodly hours, Botox touch-ups, and the undeniable power of bulge bands. There's talk of mysterious Irishmen, deep-seated bisexuality panic, and how Gen Z is dismantling the big dick industrial complex. The boys take a detour into a philosophical breakdown of averages (which nearly breaks Bobby's brain), get deep into Trump voters realizing they've been conned, and unpack why someone always has a bottle of lube at the ready.Somewhere along the way, Jim relives his DC trauma of watching Beaches next to a grieving classmate, Bobby gets manhandled in a Chicago bar bathroom, and they both theorize that being blind might make sex infinitely better. Also, a local takedown segment hilariously roasts a couple with too much sniffies exposure, and they contemplate why straight frat guys invented butt chugging. It all ends with Bobby questioning if he should go into politics and a serious, yet unserious, conversation about how tech bros like Elon Musk are destroying the world.Most Inappropriate MomentsThe boy pussy moan during straight sex.A man being “helped” to pee by an overly supportive stranger.A deep discussion about how straight frat boys invented butt chugging.The full forensic analysis of dried cum stains on various clothing items.Monkeypox paranoia spiraling into full-body checks.A local couple exposed for their public sniffies profiles.The realization that half of men have a dick under 5.5 inches.A therapy session gaslighting a man into believing he isn't sick.Someone carrying pre-lubed pockets “just in case.”The math breakdown of how dick size averages really work.Frat boys nervously explaining why butt chugging isn't gay.A man getting Botox while wearing a suspiciously stained hoodie.Straight men admitting they've thought about the other side.Airport passengers losing their minds over flight delays.A guy jerking off in a car with emergency lube on standby.Support the showAs always you can write us at nowellpodcast@gmail.com or call us at ‪(614) 721-5336‬ and tell us your Not Wells of the week InstagramTwitterBobby's Only FansHelp us continue to grow and create amazing content, like a live tour or just help fund some new headphones when needed. Any help is appreacited. https://www.buzzsprout.com/510487/subscribe#gaypodcast #podcast #gay #lgbtq #queerpodcast #lgbt #lgbtpodcast #lgbtqpodcast #gaypodcaster #queer#instagay #podcasts #podcasting #gaylife #pride #lesbian #bhfyp #gaycomedy #comedypodcast #comedy #nyc #614 #shesnotdoingsowell #wiltonmanor #notwell

Phil and Davy take the new stuff and crash it together. Davy runs an Edge of the Knife build with Grymwatch, while Phil tries his hand at grabbing some beasts. Skyler emcees. Phil's Beastgrabbaz Deck Davy's Grym Knives Battle Mallet Deck Library Watch the video version of this episode on Patreon! Come chat on our discord Put my thing down flip it and reverse it  

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Hour 3 of A&G features... Joe watched the trans movie & his review The violence of Russian soldiers Foreign aid & how the money is spent Grammy's recap & Kanye's wife... See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hour 3 of A&G features... Joe watched the trans movie & his review The violence of Russian soldiers Foreign aid & how the money is spent Grammy's recap & Kanye's wife... See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On the show today, Clairsy shares the anguish involved in joining a new gym.Toni Childs calls in to talk about living in Australia and upcoming shows in Perth, Bunbury and Karratha.Clairsy & Lisa set our listeners a challenge… to call up and tell us something that will make us say ‘Wow!’In the Shaw Report, Sigourney Weaver is rudely interrupted mid-performance, and the lengths Timothee Chalamet went to for his role of Bob Dylan.Scottish Fringe perfomer Kevin Kopfstein joins us in-studio to talk about his spooky Fringe show, ‘Haunted’.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What would you grab if you had to evacuate your home??? Ricky isn't sure about what his wife thought was a necessity...

The Rams-Vikings playoff game has officially been moved to Phoenix as we continue to deal with the devastation from the wildfires. The Dodgers are in an arbitration battle with Alex Vesia...for now at least. The fans who grabbed Mookie Betts at Yankee Stadium have been banned from all MLB facilities for life

Spent the holidays in Portland with the family, had some good adventures at the record shops and thrift stores - one of these records I pulled out from underneath an old rug at a Goodwill for a dollar. Was fun getting back into the sale bins and antique stores rather than just shopping at the fancy places. Grabbed all of these while on the trip, with one being gifted to me by the homie while there. Now it's a New Year and the other side of Los Angeles is burning up and Trump begins his reign in under two weeks. Hope these tunes bring some type of calm for a few moments in between all the horrible things in the world. Tracklist: Baba Yaga, Bronx River Parkway, Johnny Frigo Sextet, Marva Josie, Ed Bennett, Stanley Cowell, The Piano Choir, the Cosmic Tones Research Trio, Eje Thelin Group

What do you do when a married blonde stops you beside a resort swimming, right where others are watching, grabs your crotch, and tells you that she's horny and wants to fuck. She lets you know her husband is around, and even he agrees that she do whatever she wants.Do you tell her no, then push her aside, and continue about your business, or since you're an employee of the resort, and known to cater to horny women's needs, take her hand and tell her to lead the way to her hotel suite?Welcome to the first episode of Season 7 of my podcast. Leave a comment and don't forget to follow me in various media outlets below:Website: https://www.damiendsoul.comMedium: https://medium.com/ir-cuckold-avenueSubstack: https://damiendsoul.substack.com/Blog: https://shangos-news.ghost.io/Twitter: https://x.com/DsoulDamienBlue Sky: https://bsky.app/profile/damiendsoul.bsky.socialBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/shango-s-zone--3005964/support.

Tonight we're presenting some of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Black Knight Before Christmas by  The Mad Splatter, recited by Sonia. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse; My panties were hung on the bedpost with care, As my fingers parted my soft pussy hair.My pussy I fingered while all snug in my bed, As visions of huge cock danced in my head; My tit in one hand, and squeezing my nip, I moaned and I groaned, while my muff I did grip. When out on the lawn I heard a faint sound, I popped out my fingers from my wet and hot mound; And naked away, to the window I dashed, Tore open the drapes as the yard I did flash. The moon on my breasts was a sight to behold, Showed my smooth white skin and red nipples so bold. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But William, our black neighbor, who I've wanted all year, With an ass like a rock and muscles so thick, I knew in a moment I'd found my hard dick. While rubbing my pussy I suddenly came, As he whistled and shouted, and called me by name; “Now, Susan, you minx, you hot little vixen! It's time that you knew what you've always been missin'! From the tip of my rod to the sack of my balls I'll make you forget your drunk husband, Paul!” His words, they made my fantasies fly; And I slid both my hands between my wet thighs; And started to spread and rub my bare lips Now slick from the promise of a huge, black dick. And then, in a twinkling, I heard a loud knock, And knew at the front door awaited my cock. I threw on my robe and sped down the stairs, Hot for the stud who awaited me there. When I opened the door, he wasted not a moment; Entered the room and tore off my garment; And dropped to his knees, put his face in my snatch; My pussy lips burned, as hot as a match. The nub of my clit he held tight in his teeth, His fingers he rubbed on my slit just beneath; I squeezed my huge tits, nipples dark as a cherry, And his tongue was now stabbing my pussy so furry. Hearing my breathing had become quite quick He knew it was time to show me his prick. He pulled down his pants and exposed his firm belly, And his long, thick tool to which I said, “Oh, Billy!” It was chubby and plump, and hard in my hand; When it slid in my mouth, he barely could stand; So a chair I soon found and gave him a seat; I straddled his cock and ground on his meat. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled up my pussy, then came with a jerk, And sliding his finger inside of my ass, I came on his lap and slumped with a gasp. I slid off his cock, and fell to the floor, And licked the last drops of cum like a whore. And he finally exclaimed, with my mouth on his rod, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good…oh, oh my God!!!” And To All A Good Lay  by  foehn. Recited by Connor. 'Twas the night before Christmas, and down in my drawers, my creature was telling you, “Get on all fours!” You'd already laid down your stockings with care, and come to molest me in my easy chair. The kids were all upstairs and sleeping at last, and now it was “us” time; not slow, but not fast, You unbuttoned my britches and pulled my pants down, and up sprang my elf with his little pink crown. He trembled and twitched with desire that was spastic, desiring our session of love to be drastic. Tenderly, gently caressing my shaft, you leaned close to kiss it, just driving me daft! By flickering firelight, its head disappeared, when all of a sudden, the thing that I feared, The most about Christmas Eve night came to pass, as Santa Claus plopped on our fire, on his ass. Our fire was extinguished and smoke filled the air, as Santa jumped up with, a burning derriere. I took in the view with a wilting erection, and wondered “What's wrong with our burglar detection?” Santa was hopping and howling in hurt; I pulled up your favorite plant from its dirt, And taking the pot, knocking over my rum, I ran up to rub, the wet soil on his bum. The fire was put out, and the poor old elf sighed, to think that this Christmas, he well could have died; And when he spied you, collapsed naked and weeping, I couldn't help think, that he shouldn't be peeping. When I recognized the odd look on his face, I reminded him, he had invaded our space. “And now come to think of it, where are the toys? “Surely you've brought some, for our little boys.” I walked to the closet and chose a warm blanket, to cover your butt with. (she wanted to spank it.) He walked to the chimney, and reaching within, unsnagged his bag, which fell down with a din. “Quiet” I said: “Must you make such a clatter?” He smiled just to say, “ that Nothing's the matter,” and then just to prove to me nothing was wrong, he tossed you a shiny new silicone dong. He stashed the boys' presents, all under the tree, and turning he gave me, a new DVD; there were pictures of hot sexy, things on the case, and one of them seemed to be wearing your face! He gave a big wink, walked right out the door. I locked it behind him and glanced at the floor. where you looked so peaceful, all comfy and bare. beneath the big blanket, now covering you there. I stripped off my clothes, laid down at your side; you were already giving, your new dong a ride! And what had gone limp from our rude interruption, now perked up quite nicely, and stood at attention. I reached for your free hand and guided it where; it could find my “north pole,” sticking out in the air. and I heard Santa shout, as he left on his sleigh, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good lay!” Her Night Before Christmas by Ug. Recited by Natasha Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. No creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were worn by the woman with care, She'd too much to drink, passed out on the chair. The woman who should have been snug in her bed, the whiskey and vodka, gone straight to her head. And she lay there snoring, empty glass on the floor, so drunk came she in, she'd forgotten the door. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Another drunk wandering, home in a stagger. To her door he did wander, and gave it a push, Then fell he inside when his foot caught a bush. He spied a light on, in a room and did wander. looked inside the door, and hence he did ponder. Now who was this woman, sitting there in his chair. This woman with such sexy flowing blonde hair. He reached down to give, her shoulder a shake, but the young buxom woman, just wouldn't awake. He tried a bit harder, and gave her a jostle. which didn't awake her, but made her breasts tossle. The drunk seeing breasts, seductively quiver. decided to cup one, still she did not shiver. Now with his right hand, he slipped down her dress. and finding her nipple, an interesting quest. He moved his left hand, and placed on her thigh. and feeling the silks, he pushed his hand high. Over the stocking tops, onto warm skin, to her panties and under, his fingers sank in. He gripped at her panties, and pulled them aside. and with his free hand, then parted her thighs. And moving between, her legs he did shove. Unzipping his pants, to fuck his new love. He then pulled her ass, to the edge of the chair, His dick found it's way, through her pubic hair. and into her pussy, his dick did so slam. then pulled back slightly, to repeatedly ram. He pounded her pussy, and groaned as he shoved. Her pussy felt great, like a hot little glove. She still was asleep, unaware of the world, so he carried on fucking, his sweet Christmas girl. He pushed her legs back, up over her head, And deep in her womb, his pulsing dick fed. He started to grunt, whilst having his fun. Then into her belly, shot all of his cum. He held himself still, til catching his breath, and pulled out his dick, his balls had none left. He wiped off his cock, on the hem of her dress, and zipped himself up, though she was a mess. He spoke not a word, but went straight to the door, before looking round, til he finally swore. “Oh fuck” he soon hissed, “this isn't my home!”, then crept from the house, and left her alone. He swayed down a path, his legs wobbling so, soon slipped on some ice, and landed in snow. But I heard him exclaim, passing out like a light, “Happy Christmas to all, and a fucking good-night!” T'was The Night Before Christmas by LostNlove. Recited by Emily. It was the night before Christmas; And all through my house. The Candles were glowing; And I was quite soused. The fire was warm; And so was the brandy. As I wrapped up the gifts; I was feeling quite randy. I sat in my nightie; Short silky and white. Hoping when Santa showed; He'd enjoy such a sight. Then top of the stairs; I heard a deep groan. It sounded familiar; I let out a moan. I turned round to see; And what do you know. There stood my Santa; His shaft in a bow. I saw that red ribbon; Round that cock so hard. And jumped off the couch; Without self regard. When he saw I was tipsy; He laughed and came down. I untied that bow; And wrapped my lips ‘round. Oh, what a present! I'm one happy wench. I sucked it then faster; my nipples he pinched. I rose to my feet; L and licking my lips. Then, held mistletoe; while he gave me a kiss. We moved to the couch Where he laid me back. And thrust in his cock; All the way to his sack. When my hips rocked he said; Oh You like that I see.” I said, “Yes all though better; On the floor on my knees.” “No problem my dear; Anything that you wish. But first come here; Give me one more kiss.” I kissed his lips softly; Then I got on the floor. He teased so I begged; “Santa please give me more.” He lifted my nightie; Up over my ass. As he gave it a slap; I let out a loud gasp. “I've watched you this year; You're so naughty but nice.” He shoved it in deep saying, “Now, let's do this twice!” I slammed back against him, As he slammed into me. I didn't yet notice; Rug burns on my knees. I moaned and I came; my juices did flow. he pounded yet faster; deep as he could go. I came then again; and convulsed quite a bit. My fingers pressed hard; On my swollen clit. As I came I could feel; His dick start to swell. He smacked on my ass; And I let out a yell. “For when you were naughty, that will suffice. and now here is something; For when you've been nice.” He grabbed my hips tight, And his cock shot a pop. I soon came again; begging please do not stop. His dick throbbed and squirted; I thought I might scream. Oh the wonderful pleasure; Of Santa's hot cream! We collapsed on the floor, His hands in my hair, Then asleep by the fire, Without any care. As he was leaving; Before the sunlight. “Oh my darling; You're such a delight!” Twats The Night Before Christmas by  VeryHappyHubby. Recited by Thomas. Twas the night before Christmas and on our street block; Nothing was stirring, except for my cock. Her panties were hung by the chimney with care, I had a good feeling she soon would be bare. I was horny and naked all snug in my bed, While visions of big boobs danced in my head. With the wife in her nightie, and I full of luck, I had my heart set on a Christmas eve fuck. When out by the hearth there arose such a noise, It sounded like girls and could not be boys. Away to the Christmas tree I flew in the nude, We might have guests, I couldn't be rude. Moonlight from the window cast a warm glow And gave my firm cock a good reason to grow; When, what should appear through my old reading glasses, But eight college girls, and their really firm asses, With little shy giggles, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment they wanted my dick. I was shocked then thought, they had to be bluffing, But I whistled and shouted, as they stripped down to nothing; “I'm Dana I'm Heidi I'm Amber I'm Shelly! I'm Ali I'm Erin I'm Stephie I'm Nellie! From their g-strings and bras that they bought at the mall,  They stripped And Stripped And stripped it off all!” There were eight pairs of tits and pussies to match, My big throbbing cock, wanted a piece of this snatch; So before me now stood, eight naked co-eds, I was anxious to learn who would first give me head; And then with a smile, Amber sought for my dick, The rest formed a line, as she gave me a lick. Each girl sucked my cock, as I fondled her tits, While each girl behind her all played with her clit. My wife dressed in fur, from her tits to her crotch, Said this was from her, and she wanted to watch; A sack full of toys she brought for the girls, It was full of vibrators with one made of pearls Their eyes how they twinkled, Their pussies how merry! Their tits were like melons, their clits like a cherry! The girls grabbed their vibes, as I sat on the floor, They pleasured each other, but all wanted more. Each girl took a turn and came over to me, They mounted my cock by the light of the tree. Some fucked me quite slow, and some fucked me fast, My biggest concern was how long I would last. Their boobies were big and their pussies were wet, I had fucked them all but I wasn't done yet. With a wink of her eye and a squeeze of her breast, My wife let me know that she would be next. They spoke not a word, gathered ‘round real quick, and watched how it's done, as my wife worked my dick. She lowered her pussy right onto my rod, We fucked and we fucked, as I shot out my wad. Of all the pussies my wife's was the best, My cock was now tired and needed a rest. With my wife still horny, and claiming it's early, She climbed off of me, and reached for a girly. She licked every breast and sucked evry nipple, My smile was so big and showed off my dimple. She moved to their clits, and then one by one, Each girl did orgasm, until they were done. With evry girl limp and could take nothing more, They eventually dressed and went for the door. But I heard my wife shout, ere they drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, see you tomorrow night.” Tinder Christmas Eve By HarryDNewhouse Recited by Aria Twas the night before Christmas, nothing good on TV. So I went onto tinder, feeling kind of hornie. My kinky companion, was up for some fun. I sent him a message, to tell him he'd won. “Christmas gift wanted, I live all alone. No soul to consort, but my cat and my phone. I want you to dress, in the robes of St Nick. I've been very naughty, so don't make it quick. There's a window unlocked, in the room at the back. It opens with ease, for you and your sack. I'm off to sleep now, in my sexy silk nighty. Oh and by the way, I can get a bit fighty!” A mince pie and brandy were left on the table. Along with a note, ‘Fuck hard if you're able!' Well imagine my shock, when later that night. I'm rudely awakened, by hands grasping tight. My mouth was all covered, a beard scratched my ear. ‘Santa's here slut, and you're going to pay dear' I struggled beneath him, but couldn't get free. His breath was mince pies, with a hint of sherry. Was gagged by the stocking, I'd hung with such pride. Wrists tied with red ribbon, as I lay on my side. My night dress was lifted, my body left bare. Face pushed in the pillows, firm hand held my hair. The slap to my bottom, made me stifle a moan. Spanked by a man, who'd invaded my home. By the tenth I was writhing, all tingling and sore. If not for the stocking I'd be begging for more. Many strikes later, he decided to rise. I then felt hot wax, drip onto my thighs. It seemed like forever, He toyed with me there. Pain mixed with pleasure, in well-practiced flair. ‘You're such a bad girl, you deserve only coal. Now open your legs, and I'll choose me a hole'. Candy-cane in my ass, was a tingling surprise. A wide one at that, brought tears to my eyes. Removing his belt, pants fell to the floor. ‘Here's Santa's north pole, now take it you whore!' His cock drove me wild, and I churned and I shuddered. ‘I'll ruin you slut', was all that he muttered. Pulled up on my knees, he pounded and pounded. Fapping & clapping, his testicles sounded. A Christmas orgasm, is always quite nice. We had many that night, and disturbed all the mice. Exhausted and broken, my hands were untied. He reclaimed his trousers, and away he did ride. But before you should ask, ‘was this only a dream?' I awoke the next morning, to signs that I've seen. A candy cane sat, in a drained brandy glass. And I knew it was real, from the pain in my ass. Beside hung a stocking, so full and so swollen. Coal was its contents, my innocence stolen. I yet was astonished, on tinder to find. ‘Sorry I can't make it, I hope you don't mind'. Thus read the message, from my kinky friend. That beard did seem real, Happy Christmas, The End. NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS: PARODY By Eurika. Recited by Ryan Twas the Night Before Christmas, and all through the house' Downstairs I was yearning, and clicking my mouse. Her stockings were flung on the end of the table, But I was alone watching porn over cable. I pulled out the lotion and rubbing my cock. To shoot my load in an old ragged sock. From the upstairs, came a noise so gay, I jumped from my chair, seeking some randy play. I dashed to the bedroom, flung open the door' to see my wife kneeling, down on the floor. For a moment, arose such a hot burning, Seeing my lusty wife, my anger was churning. A little old man, she was sucking his dick. He was dressed in all red, Oh God it's Saint Nick. His eyes were a twinkle, his cheeks were all red. My wife was below him, and giving him head. She stopped rather quickly, looked worried & caught. I wasn't upset though. I thought it was hot! He said, “I have checked, I checked my list twice. She has been a bad girl, but you've been quite nice.” I gave them a smile, and nodded my head, Then old Saint Nick took her, and threw her in bed. He pulled off her nightgown, her boobs bouncing free, He turned her round so she, was looking at me. Her eyes grew much bigger, as he gave a lick, She moaned rather loudly, when he pushed in dick. At first he was slow, til she started to cum. He then fucked her hard, until she was done. He rubbed her bare ass, and gave it a smack, And then pulled out shooting, his load on her back. He gave a thick laugh, and a jolly, “Ho ho.” He pulled up his pants, and started to go. “Thanks for the quicky, alas I must leave. It'll be a long night, many more wives to see.” Out of his sack, he pulled a sex toy, we giggled in glee, and both filled with joy. We looked out the window, her pussy still wet. he got in his sleigh, then took off like a jet I squeezed her ass hard, in the pale moonlight. She owed me a threesome, Damn what a night!“ Kay's Christmas Worship By drive me wilder. Recited by Clara Twas the night before Christmas, and the family was fed. Now Kay on her knees, gave Troy some great head. Kay fondled his balls, as he slurped and she licked, Giving him love, as they waited for Nick. Teasing his tip, then taking him deep. Both knew that this night, they'd not get much sleep. Laid out on his back, and watching her bob. His bride and her mouth, now licking his knob. It shined and it glistened, all covered in spit. She loves this good man, and she'll never quit. Now standing and kneeling, a new point of view. Her loving like this, is giving and true. Her hair in his hands, he guides her full stroke. Sometimes very deep, without any choke. Her fingers they tickle, then fondle a ball. He's one lucky man, tonight he stands tall. Picking the pace up, and starting to moan. There's no stopping now, he's in the hot zone. It's starting to build, there is no turning back. His spunk is preparing, to leave his nutsack. Rope after rope, His love juice explodes. And lands on her tongue, in hot heavy loads. And looking at him, with those loving eyes. His love for this woman, for her he would die. His babyfood hangs, off her chin and her nose, A squeeze of her tits, since they're wearing no clothes. She closes her mouth, He knows what's to follow, One look at her throat, as she tilts back and swallows. She worships his cock, her love pole her toy. She stands and he holds her, his heart full of joy. For now it's all over, his heart is in bliss. More sweet dreams await, while they both reminisce. Donna's Night Before Christmas By Gaurd. Recited by Molly. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. My stockings seductively, laid on the chair, In vain hope he'd take me, right then and there. But he was all snuggled, and tucked up in bed. While visions of fucking, danced in my head. Despite my silk teddy, the impotent chap! Had whiskeyed his brains, for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter. I sprang from the bed, to see what's the matter. Despite my attire, to the window I flew. Whoever was out there, sure got a nice view. In the glowing full-moon, my breasts were on show. I sure looked seductive, when viewed from below. And what to my wondering, eyes could I see. But a jolly odd man, gripped staring at me. I thought for a moment, my mind played a trick. But I knew at that moment, it must be St Nick. More rapid than eagles, and then to my shame. He whistled and shouted, and called out my name! "Now dash to it Donna, my darling my cupid. Come on my vixen, don't try to look stupid. Come down to the porch! And open the door! Now dash and come down! I want to see more! With a shake of the head, I pulled closed the curtain, I must have been dreaming, of that I was certain. Despite my frustration, I got back to bed. 'Twas then that I heard, some noise overhead! I flew out of bed, downstairs made my way. Dressed in no more than, my pink negligée. Then To my amazement, In trembling I found. The chimney shoot creature, came down with a bound. He dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe. Whilst me in my silkies, gave him quite a show! Up I was bundled, and flung on my back. He open his suit, and showed me his sack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! It looked he'd already, been hard at the sherry! My eyes were drawn downward, to the big bulge below. My best Christmas gift, he presented to show. The shaft of his cock, was long & was chubby. Much longer and thicker, than that of my hubby. But a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head. Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work. Grabbed hold of my panties, & gave them a jerk. He pulled the damp crotch. moved to the one side. He filled up my cunny, I stretched open wide! His gift was so large, I nearly had cried. I came more than once, from his big woody ride. And then out he pulled, and over my belly. He shook and he blasted, as out came his jelly! He sprang to his feet, got back in his gear. And then up he flew, to his waiting reindeer. And I heard him exclaim, as his team flew away. "Merry Christmas Donna, you're such a good lay!”

Tonight we're presenting some of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Black Knight Before Christmas by  The Mad Splatter, recited by Sonia. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse; My panties were hung on the bedpost with care, As my fingers parted my soft pussy hair.My pussy I fingered while all snug in my bed, As visions of huge cock danced in my head; My tit in one hand, and squeezing my nip, I moaned and I groaned, while my muff I did grip. When out on the lawn I heard a faint sound, I popped out my fingers from my wet and hot mound; And naked away, to the window I dashed, Tore open the drapes as the yard I did flash. The moon on my breasts was a sight to behold, Showed my smooth white skin and red nipples so bold. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But William, our black neighbor, who I've wanted all year, With an ass like a rock and muscles so thick, I knew in a moment I'd found my hard dick. While rubbing my pussy I suddenly came, As he whistled and shouted, and called me by name; “Now, Susan, you minx, you hot little vixen! It's time that you knew what you've always been missin'! From the tip of my rod to the sack of my balls I'll make you forget your drunk husband, Paul!” His words, they made my fantasies fly; And I slid both my hands between my wet thighs; And started to spread and rub my bare lips Now slick from the promise of a huge, black dick. And then, in a twinkling, I heard a loud knock, And knew at the front door awaited my cock. I threw on my robe and sped down the stairs, Hot for the stud who awaited me there. When I opened the door, he wasted not a moment; Entered the room and tore off my garment; And dropped to his knees, put his face in my snatch; My pussy lips burned, as hot as a match. The nub of my clit he held tight in his teeth, His fingers he rubbed on my slit just beneath; I squeezed my huge tits, nipples dark as a cherry, And his tongue was now stabbing my pussy so furry. Hearing my breathing had become quite quick He knew it was time to show me his prick. He pulled down his pants and exposed his firm belly, And his long, thick tool to which I said, “Oh, Billy!” It was chubby and plump, and hard in my hand; When it slid in my mouth, he barely could stand; So a chair I soon found and gave him a seat; I straddled his cock and ground on his meat. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled up my pussy, then came with a jerk, And sliding his finger inside of my ass, I came on his lap and slumped with a gasp. I slid off his cock, and fell to the floor, And licked the last drops of cum like a whore. And he finally exclaimed, with my mouth on his rod, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good…oh, oh my God!!!” And To All A Good Lay  by  foehn. Recited by Connor. 'Twas the night before Christmas, and down in my drawers, my creature was telling you, “Get on all fours!” You'd already laid down your stockings with care, and come to molest me in my easy chair. The kids were all upstairs and sleeping at last, and now it was “us” time; not slow, but not fast, You unbuttoned my britches and pulled my pants down, and up sprang my elf with his little pink crown. He trembled and twitched with desire that was spastic, desiring our session of love to be drastic. Tenderly, gently caressing my shaft, you leaned close to kiss it, just driving me daft! By flickering firelight, its head disappeared, when all of a sudden, the thing that I feared, The most about Christmas Eve night came to pass, as Santa Claus plopped on our fire, on his ass. Our fire was extinguished and smoke filled the air, as Santa jumped up with, a burning derriere. I took in the view with a wilting erection, and wondered “What's wrong with our burglar detection?” Santa was hopping and howling in hurt; I pulled up your favorite plant from its dirt, And taking the pot, knocking over my rum, I ran up to rub, the wet soil on his bum. The fire was put out, and the poor old elf sighed, to think that this Christmas, he well could have died; And when he spied you, collapsed naked and weeping, I couldn't help think, that he shouldn't be peeping. When I recognized the odd look on his face, I reminded him, he had invaded our space. “And now come to think of it, where are the toys? “Surely you've brought some, for our little boys.” I walked to the closet and chose a warm blanket, to cover your butt with. (she wanted to spank it.) He walked to the chimney, and reaching within, unsnagged his bag, which fell down with a din. “Quiet” I said: “Must you make such a clatter?” He smiled just to say, “ that Nothing's the matter,” and then just to prove to me nothing was wrong, he tossed you a shiny new silicone dong. He stashed the boys' presents, all under the tree, and turning he gave me, a new DVD; there were pictures of hot sexy, things on the case, and one of them seemed to be wearing your face! He gave a big wink, walked right out the door. I locked it behind him and glanced at the floor. where you looked so peaceful, all comfy and bare. beneath the big blanket, now covering you there. I stripped off my clothes, laid down at your side; you were already giving, your new dong a ride! And what had gone limp from our rude interruption, now perked up quite nicely, and stood at attention. I reached for your free hand and guided it where; it could find my “north pole,” sticking out in the air. and I heard Santa shout, as he left on his sleigh, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good lay!” Her Night Before Christmas by Ug. Recited by Natasha Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. No creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were worn by the woman with care, She'd too much to drink, passed out on the chair. The woman who should have been snug in her bed, the whiskey and vodka, gone straight to her head. And she lay there snoring, empty glass on the floor, so drunk came she in, she'd forgotten the door. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Another drunk wandering, home in a stagger. To her door he did wander, and gave it a push, Then fell he inside when his foot caught a bush. He spied a light on, in a room and did wander. looked inside the door, and hence he did ponder. Now who was this woman, sitting there in his chair. This woman with such sexy flowing blonde hair. He reached down to give, her shoulder a shake, but the young buxom woman, just wouldn't awake. He tried a bit harder, and gave her a jostle. which didn't awake her, but made her breasts tossle. The drunk seeing breasts, seductively quiver. decided to cup one, still she did not shiver. Now with his right hand, he slipped down her dress. and finding her nipple, an interesting quest. He moved his left hand, and placed on her thigh. and feeling the silks, he pushed his hand high. Over the stocking tops, onto warm skin, to her panties and under, his fingers sank in. He gripped at her panties, and pulled them aside. and with his free hand, then parted her thighs. And moving between, her legs he did shove. Unzipping his pants, to fuck his new love. He then pulled her ass, to the edge of the chair, His dick found it's way, through her pubic hair. and into her pussy, his dick did so slam. then pulled back slightly, to repeatedly ram. He pounded her pussy, and groaned as he shoved. Her pussy felt great, like a hot little glove. She still was asleep, unaware of the world, so he carried on fucking, his sweet Christmas girl. He pushed her legs back, up over her head, And deep in her womb, his pulsing dick fed. He started to grunt, whilst having his fun. Then into her belly, shot all of his cum. He held himself still, til catching his breath, and pulled out his dick, his balls had none left. He wiped off his cock, on the hem of her dress, and zipped himself up, though she was a mess. He spoke not a word, but went straight to the door, before looking round, til he finally swore. “Oh fuck” he soon hissed, “this isn't my home!”, then crept from the house, and left her alone. He swayed down a path, his legs wobbling so, soon slipped on some ice, and landed in snow. But I heard him exclaim, passing out like a light, “Happy Christmas to all, and a fucking good-night!” T'was The Night Before Christmas by LostNlove. Recited by Emily. It was the night before Christmas; And all through my house. The Candles were glowing; And I was quite soused. The fire was warm; And so was the brandy. As I wrapped up the gifts; I was feeling quite randy. I sat in my nightie; Short silky and white. Hoping when Santa showed; He'd enjoy such a sight. Then top of the stairs; I heard a deep groan. It sounded familiar; I let out a moan. I turned round to see; And what do you know. There stood my Santa; His shaft in a bow. I saw that red ribbon; Round that cock so hard. And jumped off the couch; Without self regard. When he saw I was tipsy; He laughed and came down. I untied that bow; And wrapped my lips ‘round. Oh, what a present! I'm one happy wench. I sucked it then faster; my nipples he pinched. I rose to my feet; L and licking my lips. Then, held mistletoe; while he gave me a kiss. We moved to the couch Where he laid me back. And thrust in his cock; All the way to his sack. When my hips rocked he said; Oh You like that I see.” I said, “Yes all though better; On the floor on my knees.” “No problem my dear; Anything that you wish. But first come here; Give me one more kiss.” I kissed his lips softly; Then I got on the floor. He teased so I begged; “Santa please give me more.” He lifted my nightie; Up over my ass. As he gave it a slap; I let out a loud gasp. “I've watched you this year; You're so naughty but nice.” He shoved it in deep saying, “Now, let's do this twice!” I slammed back against him, As he slammed into me. I didn't yet notice; Rug burns on my knees. I moaned and I came; my juices did flow. he pounded yet faster; deep as he could go. I came then again; and convulsed quite a bit. My fingers pressed hard; On my swollen clit. As I came I could feel; His dick start to swell. He smacked on my ass; And I let out a yell. “For when you were naughty, that will suffice. and now here is something; For when you've been nice.” He grabbed my hips tight, And his cock shot a pop. I soon came again; begging please do not stop. His dick throbbed and squirted; I thought I might scream. Oh the wonderful pleasure; Of Santa's hot cream! We collapsed on the floor, His hands in my hair, Then asleep by the fire, Without any care. As he was leaving; Before the sunlight. “Oh my darling; You're such a delight!” Twats The Night Before Christmas by  VeryHappyHubby. Recited by Thomas. Twas the night before Christmas and on our street block; Nothing was stirring, except for my cock. Her panties were hung by the chimney with care, I had a good feeling she soon would be bare. I was horny and naked all snug in my bed, While visions of big boobs danced in my head. With the wife in her nightie, and I full of luck, I had my heart set on a Christmas eve fuck. When out by the hearth there arose such a noise, It sounded like girls and could not be boys. Away to the Christmas tree I flew in the nude, We might have guests, I couldn't be rude. Moonlight from the window cast a warm glow And gave my firm cock a good reason to grow; When, what should appear through my old reading glasses, But eight college girls, and their really firm asses, With little shy giggles, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment they wanted my dick. I was shocked then thought, they had to be bluffing, But I whistled and shouted, as they stripped down to nothing; “I'm Dana I'm Heidi I'm Amber I'm Shelly! I'm Ali I'm Erin I'm Stephie I'm Nellie! From their g-strings and bras that they bought at the mall,  They stripped And Stripped And stripped it off all!” There were eight pairs of tits and pussies to match, My big throbbing cock, wanted a piece of this snatch; So before me now stood, eight naked co-eds, I was anxious to learn who would first give me head; And then with a smile, Amber sought for my dick, The rest formed a line, as she gave me a lick. Each girl sucked my cock, as I fondled her tits, While each girl behind her all played with her clit. My wife dressed in fur, from her tits to her crotch, Said this was from her, and she wanted to watch; A sack full of toys she brought for the girls, It was full of vibrators with one made of pearls Their eyes how they twinkled, Their pussies how merry! Their tits were like melons, their clits like a cherry! The girls grabbed their vibes, as I sat on the floor, They pleasured each other, but all wanted more. Each girl took a turn and came over to me, They mounted my cock by the light of the tree. Some fucked me quite slow, and some fucked me fast, My biggest concern was how long I would last. Their boobies were big and their pussies were wet, I had fucked them all but I wasn't done yet. With a wink of her eye and a squeeze of her breast, My wife let me know that she would be next. They spoke not a word, gathered ‘round real quick, and watched how it's done, as my wife worked my dick. She lowered her pussy right onto my rod, We fucked and we fucked, as I shot out my wad. Of all the pussies my wife's was the best, My cock was now tired and needed a rest. With my wife still horny, and claiming it's early, She climbed off of me, and reached for a girly. She licked every breast and sucked evry nipple, My smile was so big and showed off my dimple. She moved to their clits, and then one by one, Each girl did orgasm, until they were done. With evry girl limp and could take nothing more, They eventually dressed and went for the door. But I heard my wife shout, ere they drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, see you tomorrow night.” Tinder Christmas Eve By HarryDNewhouse Recited by Aria Twas the night before Christmas, nothing good on TV. So I went onto tinder, feeling kind of hornie. My kinky companion, was up for some fun. I sent him a message, to tell him he'd won. “Christmas gift wanted, I live all alone. No soul to consort, but my cat and my phone. I want you to dress, in the robes of St Nick. I've been very naughty, so don't make it quick. There's a window unlocked, in the room at the back. It opens with ease, for you and your sack. I'm off to sleep now, in my sexy silk nighty. Oh and by the way, I can get a bit fighty!” A mince pie and brandy were left on the table. Along with a note, ‘Fuck hard if you're able!' Well imagine my shock, when later that night. I'm rudely awakened, by hands grasping tight. My mouth was all covered, a beard scratched my ear. ‘Santa's here slut, and you're going to pay dear' I struggled beneath him, but couldn't get free. His breath was mince pies, with a hint of sherry. Was gagged by the stocking, I'd hung with such pride. Wrists tied with red ribbon, as I lay on my side. My night dress was lifted, my body left bare. Face pushed in the pillows, firm hand held my hair. The slap to my bottom, made me stifle a moan. Spanked by a man, who'd invaded my home. By the tenth I was writhing, all tingling and sore. If not for the stocking I'd be begging for more. Many strikes later, he decided to rise. I then felt hot wax, drip onto my thighs. It seemed like forever, He toyed with me there. Pain mixed with pleasure, in well-practiced flair. ‘You're such a bad girl, you deserve only coal. Now open your legs, and I'll choose me a hole'. Candy-cane in my ass, was a tingling surprise. A wide one at that, brought tears to my eyes. Removing his belt, pants fell to the floor. ‘Here's Santa's north pole, now take it you whore!' His cock drove me wild, and I churned and I shuddered. ‘I'll ruin you slut', was all that he muttered. Pulled up on my knees, he pounded and pounded. Fapping & clapping, his testicles sounded. A Christmas orgasm, is always quite nice. We had many that night, and disturbed all the mice. Exhausted and broken, my hands were untied. He reclaimed his trousers, and away he did ride. But before you should ask, ‘was this only a dream?' I awoke the next morning, to signs that I've seen. A candy cane sat, in a drained brandy glass. And I knew it was real, from the pain in my ass. Beside hung a stocking, so full and so swollen. Coal was its contents, my innocence stolen. I yet was astonished, on tinder to find. ‘Sorry I can't make it, I hope you don't mind'. Thus read the message, from my kinky friend. That beard did seem real, Happy Christmas, The End. NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS: PARODY By Eurika. Recited by Ryan Twas the Night Before Christmas, and all through the house' Downstairs I was yearning, and clicking my mouse. Her stockings were flung on the end of the table, But I was alone watching porn over cable. I pulled out the lotion and rubbing my cock. To shoot my load in an old ragged sock. From the upstairs, came a noise so gay, I jumped from my chair, seeking some randy play. I dashed to the bedroom, flung open the door' to see my wife kneeling, down on the floor. For a moment, arose such a hot burning, Seeing my lusty wife, my anger was churning. A little old man, she was sucking his dick. He was dressed in all red, Oh God it's Saint Nick. His eyes were a twinkle, his cheeks were all red. My wife was below him, and giving him head. She stopped rather quickly, looked worried & caught. I wasn't upset though. I thought it was hot! He said, “I have checked, I checked my list twice. She has been a bad girl, but you've been quite nice.” I gave them a smile, and nodded my head, Then old Saint Nick took her, and threw her in bed. He pulled off her nightgown, her boobs bouncing free, He turned her round so she, was looking at me. Her eyes grew much bigger, as he gave a lick, She moaned rather loudly, when he pushed in dick. At first he was slow, til she started to cum. He then fucked her hard, until she was done. He rubbed her bare ass, and gave it a smack, And then pulled out shooting, his load on her back. He gave a thick laugh, and a jolly, “Ho ho.” He pulled up his pants, and started to go. “Thanks for the quicky, alas I must leave. It'll be a long night, many more wives to see.” Out of his sack, he pulled a sex toy, we giggled in glee, and both filled with joy. We looked out the window, her pussy still wet. he got in his sleigh, then took off like a jet I squeezed her ass hard, in the pale moonlight. She owed me a threesome, Damn what a night!“ Kay's Christmas Worship By drive me wilder. Recited by Clara Twas the night before Christmas, and the family was fed. Now Kay on her knees, gave Troy some great head. Kay fondled his balls, as he slurped and she licked, Giving him love, as they waited for Nick. Teasing his tip, then taking him deep. Both knew that this night, they'd not get much sleep. Laid out on his back, and watching her bob. His bride and her mouth, now licking his knob. It shined and it glistened, all covered in spit. She loves this good man, and she'll never quit. Now standing and kneeling, a new point of view. Her loving like this, is giving and true. Her hair in his hands, he guides her full stroke. Sometimes very deep, without any choke. Her fingers they tickle, then fondle a ball. He's one lucky man, tonight he stands tall. Picking the pace up, and starting to moan. There's no stopping now, he's in the hot zone. It's starting to build, there is no turning back. His spunk is preparing, to leave his nutsack. Rope after rope, His love juice explodes. And lands on her tongue, in hot heavy loads. And looking at him, with those loving eyes. His love for this woman, for her he would die. His babyfood hangs, off her chin and her nose, A squeeze of her tits, since they're wearing no clothes. She closes her mouth, He knows what's to follow, One look at her throat, as she tilts back and swallows. She worships his cock, her love pole her toy. She stands and he holds her, his heart full of joy. For now it's all over, his heart is in bliss. More sweet dreams await, while they both reminisce. Donna's Night Before Christmas By Gaurd. Recited by Molly. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. My stockings seductively, laid on the chair, In vain hope he'd take me, right then and there. But he was all snuggled, and tucked up in bed. While visions of fucking, danced in my head. Despite my silk teddy, the impotent chap! Had whiskeyed his brains, for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter. I sprang from the bed, to see what's the matter. Despite my attire, to the window I flew. Whoever was out there, sure got a nice view. In the glowing full-moon, my breasts were on show. I sure looked seductive, when viewed from below. And what to my wondering, eyes could I see. But a jolly odd man, gripped staring at me. I thought for a moment, my mind played a trick. But I knew at that moment, it must be St Nick. More rapid than eagles, and then to my shame. He whistled and shouted, and called out my name! "Now dash to it Donna, my darling my cupid. Come on my vixen, don't try to look stupid. Come down to the porch! And open the door! Now dash and come down! I want to see more! With a shake of the head, I pulled closed the curtain, I must have been dreaming, of that I was certain. Despite my frustration, I got back to bed. 'Twas then that I heard, some noise overhead! I flew out of bed, downstairs made my way. Dressed in no more than, my pink negligée. Then To my amazement, In trembling I found. The chimney shoot creature, came down with a bound. He dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe. Whilst me in my silkies, gave him quite a show! Up I was bundled, and flung on my back. He open his suit, and showed me his sack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! It looked he'd already, been hard at the sherry! My eyes were drawn downward, to the big bulge below. My best Christmas gift, he presented to show. The shaft of his cock, was long & was chubby. Much longer and thicker, than that of my hubby. But a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head. Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work. Grabbed hold of my panties, & gave them a jerk. He pulled the damp crotch. moved to the one side. He filled up my cunny, I stretched open wide! His gift was so large, I nearly had cried. I came more than once, from his big woody ride. And then out he pulled, and over my belly. He shook and he blasted, as out came his jelly! He sprang to his feet, got back in his gear. And then up he flew, to his waiting reindeer. And I heard him exclaim, as his team flew away. "Merry Christmas Donna, you're such a good lay!”

I always stayed away from the basement, until... CREEPYPASTA ► "Something grabbed my leg when I ran up the stairs." written by Jdub81191, narrated by ClancyPasta ► https://www.reddit.com/r/creepypasta/comments/1hb67gu/something_grabbed_my_leg_when_i_ran_up_the_stairs/ Here on ClancyPasta we provide audio narrations of scary stories of all kinds - from classic creepypastas, to new creepypastas, to other scary stories from the internet and beyond. Been recording since 2017! Here are ways to support the channel if you wish ~ MERCH ► http://teespring.com/stores/clancypastastore PATREON ► https://patreon.com/clancypasta MEMBERSHIP ► https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnfg9w5hrnPT7oA1H3uRZEQ/join Here's where you can find me, and also links to the audio version of the show ~ TWITTER ► http://twitter.com/clancypasta INSTA ► https://instagram.com/clancypasta SPOTIFY ► https://open.spotify.com/show/51DHHPsFnEvDAGfRiZPMF7 ANCHOR.FM ► https://anchor.fm/clancypasta ► Background footage licensed from StoryBlocks. MUSIC ► Background music licensed from StoryBlocks. #Creepypasta #scarystories #horrorstories #ClancyPasta

GOOFY GRABBED MY BOOBS full 68 Tue, 10 Dec 2024 14:01:43 +0000 vt6VEyC79hmCmWAqN4MXzYa92mIviH1N music The Rise Guys Podcast music GOOFY GRABBED MY BOOBS Welcome to the Rise Guys Morning Show! "The Saviors Of Upstate Morning Radio" broke the mold when they hit the airwaves in 2003.  Originating from Greenville, South Carolina, Mattman, Nine, Paige & Fat Boy combine to deliver the South's #1 Morning Radio Show everyday 5-10AM.  And serve as the leaders of the esteemed "P1 Family."  Relevant and Irreverant!  Gahlay, it's the Rise Guys!  And It Is Good! 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. Music False https://player.amperwavepodcasting.com?feed-link=https%3A%2F%2Frss.amp

He's been Grabbed by the Ghoulies, he has a taste for FIFA, and he doesn't track his runs, it's only Dylan Jack!In this episode, we go old-school Lord of the Rings. get brutal on Halo 5 and get cuddly with Gears of War Cole, as we talk about games old, new, and everything in between.Recorded back in 2020Let us know where we're going wrong....or, like, right...maybe.Support the showFollow the adventure, support the show, listen with both ears - https://linktr.ee/DesertIslandGamer

On episode 636, Dan gives his 5 Headlines for the 5-1 win over Mallorca. He talks about how Barcelona broke open the second half, the champagne assist from Lamine Yamal, a puzzling Ferran Torres performance, and much more! Watchalongs - HERE Join the Discord server! Check out our merch store: tbpod.link/store Listen on Apple Podcasts iOS App, Spotify and, if you want to support the show, head over to Patreon for more content! Become a Patreon to support the show and check out our Match Reviews – Thank you! Access our exclusive, listeners-only Facebook Group here. Follow us on Instagram! Find us and watch exclusive content on YouTube! Click here to subscribe via Apple Podcasts Click here to subscribe via Spotify Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

If you had to grab something from a burning building that had all of your valuable possession - what are you going to take and why?

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A 13-year-old girl in Florida fights off a would-be kidnapper after he grabs her during her walk home from school. Alabama plans to execute a man convicted of the brutal 1994 murder of a hitchhiker, using nitrogen gas in the third execution by that method. Drew Nelson reports.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Plus: What's behind the string of cheese heists bubbling up pretty much everywhere. Also: The Verge's David Pierce on Bluesky's big week.

When Jordan McCourt-Night and Harley Hall of Hope, England hopped off the train, they realized they'd left a bag of illegal drugs behind. Jordan decided to report the bag as missing. Too bad someone had already looked inside. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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 What's worse than night terrors? Maybe waking up mid-terror to find a ghost grabbing your waist. In this episode of Real Ghost Stories Online, one brave storyteller recounts his horrifying encounters—screaming himself awake, finding out the chilling history of his room, and a restless spirit that just wouldn't let go. Was it all just in his head, or did the woman who took her life in his home come back to make herself known? Some questions are best left unanswered... or are they? If you have a real ghost story or supernatural event to report, please write into our show or call 1-855-853-4802! If you like the show, please help keep us on the air and support the show by becoming a Premium Subscriber. Subscribe here: http://www.ghostpodcast.com/?page_id=118 or at or at http://www.patreon.com/realghoststories

TRENDING - AOC says Second Gentleman Doug Emhoff is a shining example of masculinity, Obama talks about 'old ladies' grabbing his butt while he was president, Kim Kardashian shut down her 8-year-old son's YouTube channel after he shared videos attacking Kamala Harris, and young people are lying about who they're voting for.

Paulie and Tony react to the BORING World Series and make a special tribute to the HEROIC New York Yankees fans who grabbed the baseball away from Los Angeles Dodgers outfielder Mookie Betts in the World Series. Then they bring on Gary Sheffield Jr., host of the "Yankees Unloaded" podcast, to see how impressed he was with those fans. It's an interview full of surprises, confusion, and then a very confrontational ending. Plus, they explain why the New York Jets are not the worst team ever, and have some smart advice for the New York Giants.  Rate and review this show on Apple Podcasts 5-stars bro. Shop tremendous merch store here bro: https://fuscoshow.myspreadshop.com/ #fsrSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

(0:00) Felger, Mazz & Murray open the final hour with calls on Jim Montgomery, the Red Sox and Celtics. (15:12) More thoughts on the Yankees fans who grabbed Mookie Betts. (24:01) The guys discuss Jim Montgomery's flaky job security & field calls about the Red Sox. (38:04) The Final Word!

Should the two New York Yankees fans that grabbed Mookie Betts be banned for life? full In the second hour of Inside Access, the guys discuss the incident in the World Series yesterday where two Yankees fans put their hands on Mookie Betts trying to rip the ball out of his glove and why they should be banned for life. They also talk about the NBA season so far and are joined by Grace Grill and Tim Murray. 2200 Wed, 30 Oct 2024 21:08:37 +0000 u0dXT2z0FyGA0DuGrDxnAeSAEIyu5zUY sports Inside Access with Jason LaCanfora and Ken Weinman sports Should the two New York Yankees fans that grabbed Mookie Betts be banned for life? Jason La Canfora and Ken Weinman have the INSIDE ACCESS to all Baltimore sports. Both native to Baltimore, their passion for sports is unmatched. Jason, the NFL TODAY’s NFL insider, is as well connected as any sports journalist. Ken’s fiery takes are must listen to radio. Listen to Inside Access with Jason La Canfora and Ken Weinman weekdays from 2-6pm on 105.7 The Fan, on the Audacy App or on 1057thefan.com. Sports False https://pl

NGO Arappor Iyakkam's complaint to Directorate of Vigilance alleges that 5 acres of govt land at St Thomas Mount were illegally registered under firm where minister's sons own 33% shares.----more----https://theprint.in/politics/dmk-minister-his-sons-illegally-grabbed-govt-land-worth-rs-400-cr-says-chennai-ngo-in-its-complaint/2324135/

Buster Posey wanted to run the Giants, but questions still remain on the Giants future.

Lisa was in a hole she never thought she'd get out of. Lisa struggled with insecurity since her childhood. As an adopted child, Lisa felt like she was given up. Even though her adoptive parents lavished her in love, Lisa worried that if she wasn't good enough that they might give her up, too.  Lisa turned to drinking. When Lisa hit the depths of the hole she was in, God reached in and helped Lisa climb out. Lisa learned a life-changing lesson through this. “You have to bring God into your life to heal that hole in your soul.” Listen to this vulnerable story of how a beautiful woman grew to greater confidence and love as she was touched by the mercy of God. 

Our animal Instincts take over when we least expect it. We chat to you guys about the time you instinctively grabbed something.. And totally unrelated, we find out what body part your partner is attracted to.. TRIGGER WARNING: FEET!!!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Well folks you heard the first version of this bracket, it's now time for you to hear the Global Strangeness version of it. That's right, different participants, and of course that means different outcome. So come see which 1980's alien movies make it to the end of round 1 in this edition. Special Guests Andrew Johann Datoush, Horror Movie Expert Brandi & John Buckles, Honorary Strangers Chancy Grife, My Co-Host from Maniacal Music Musings Harley Quinn, My Co-Host from The Asylum with Harley & Joker John Kelley, 1/2 of 3Haunted Podcast Uncensored, Untamed & Unapologetic U^3 Podcast Collective: https://www.facebook.com/groups/545827736965770/?ref=share Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@juggalobastardpodcasts?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8xJ2KnRBKlYvyo8CMR7jMg

I have two wonderfully entertaining guests in this TBH episode. I revisit episode 172, as Kim and Shannon give us a boatload of divine interventions. Kim was grabbed by both of her shoulders from someone in the back seat of her car, causing her to step on the brake. The angelic encounters saved her life. Shannon was dazzled as she watched her dad, in his hospital bed, point at those who were waiting for him on the other side of this life.  Kim reminds us, 'pay attention.' keep your eyes open to God's reminder that he is walking with us. Enjoy the podcast! ---------- Share Your Story If you have a Touched by Heaven moment that you would like to share with Trapper, please leave us a note at https://touchedbyheaven.net/contact Our listeners look forward to hearing about life-changing encounters and miraculous stories every week. Stay Informed Trapper sends out a weekly email. If you're not receiving it, and would like to stay in touch to get the bonus stories and other interesting content that will further fortify your faith. Join our email family by subscribing on https://trapperjackspeaks.com  Become a Patron We pray that our listeners and followers benefit from our podcasts and programs and develop a deeper personal relationship with God. We thank you for your prayers and for supporting our efforts by helping to cover the costs. Become a Patron and getting lots of fun extras. Please go to https://patreon.com/bfl to check out the details. More About Trapper Jack Trapper has CD's of his talks available for you to listen to and share. Order your CD now at our online store https://trapperjackspeaksstore.com NEW - Downloads of Trapper's Talks are now available on Patreon at https://patreon.com/bfl/shop Check out and subscribe to his Men's Morning Light broadcast, or view the recording at your convenience on either YouTube or Facebook.

In cryptids in the news and other oddities, KJ covers a recent news story about two army veterans that had a Bigfoot encounter in Washington State. Bill covers an account from a Musky fisherman in the midwest that has a Bigfoot grab his fish off of his line in a local river while he was fishing from a canoe. And some great listener mail from many of you so please join us!  Thank you for listening!www.bigfootterrorinthewoods.comProduced by: "Bigfoot Terror in the Woods L.L.C."

In cryptids in the news and other oddities, KJ covers a recent news story about two army veterans that had a Bigfoot encounter in Washington State. Bill covers an account from a Musky fisherman in the midwest that has a Bigfoot grab his fish off of his line in a local river while he was fishing from a canoe. And some great listener mail from many of you so please join us! Thank you for listening! www.bigfootterrorinthewoods.com Produced by: "Bigfoot Terror in the Woods L.L.C."

Hey Lifers!First up today, we hear what 'Life Uncut' could have been. We also went on holidays to the same place but actively chose not to see each other! Britt got into competitive arguments & Matt surprised Laura with a guest on their family holiday. More highbrow chat; Laura shares a tiktoker who got a bullet vibrator stuck up their butt. Unfortunately it was on.  Then we are joined by political expert and journalist Charles Croucher to get our heads around Donald Trump's criminal conviction, making him the first president in U.S. history to be convicted of a crime. Charles breaks down Trump's cover up of a 'hush money' payment to porn star Stormy Daniels in the lead up to his presidential election in 2016. We break down whether it's likely Trump will go to jail, whether he could run for president from prison and what other cases might be coming up in the future.  We speak about what the actual crime was, and how Trump's team tried to use everything in their power to shame and silence a porn star, claiming that she wasn't a credible witness simply because of her job. You can find more from Charles here. You can watch us on Youtube Find us on Instagram Join us on tiktok Or join the Facebook Discussion Group Tell your mum, tell your dad, tell your dog, tell your friend and share the love because WE LOVE LOVE! xx  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

HT1891 - Grabbed by Artwork I suppose all of us have, from time to time, been mesmerized by a piece of artwork. It grabs us, it seduces our attention, it fills our consciousness. Why? What is it about a piece of artwork that gives it this power to influence us so deeply? Maybe not 100% of the time, but most frequently I find this happens when the artwork engages my imagination, when it allows me to drop my normal awareness of the world and to be transported to a world of its making.

Luka Doncic & Kyrie Irving sat out of the Dallas Mavericks vs Detroit Pistons game but the Mavs clinched the #5 Seed. How do the Mavs matchup against the Los Angeles Clippers? Nick Angstadt (@NickVanExit) & Slightly Biased (Slightly Biased)  react to the Dallas Mavericks finishing in 5th in the NBA's Western Conference. Then they discuss how the Mavs will fare against the Los Angeles Clippers in the Playoffs. Finally, they discuss some of the Mavs young players (Olivier-Maxence Prosper, Josh Green, Jaden Hardy) and where we stand with them.  Subscribe to Our Subtext to Get Texts from Nick on Mavs Rumors, Game Updates, Mavs Film Watchback Videos, Q&As, & More…

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John runs down the news of the day including another big win for writer E. Jean Carroll. A Manhattan jury has found that Trump must pay her an additional $83 million in damages for repeatedly defaming her. Then, he interviews Hunter Walker who is an investigative reporter at Talking Points Memo, a former White House correspondent, and the coauthor of the New York Times bestseller "The Breach"; where he works with former congressman Denver Riggleman to examine the January 6th Capitol attack and the ensuing investigation. They talk about his new book "The Truce", which is a definitive history of upheaval in the Democratic Party with new revelations about pivotal moments drawn from exclusive interviews with activists, operatives, and members of Congress. Next, John welcomes back TV's Frank Conniff. They chat about democratic presidential candidate Dean Phillips; - also Nikki Haley, and Trump. They take calls from Sean in California and Richie in Los Angeles on Trump's stupidity. They also mention the Oscar nominations. Winding it up - Dave in Washington calls to discuss Trump and the Middle East plus they honor Paul Newman movies.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Austin and Pausha are back for the start of the preseason; they react to the news that Jrue Holiday was traded to the Celtics and discuss how this compares to the Damian Lillard trade and what this ultimately means for the Heat (6:04). Then, they address quotes from media day, starting with Jimmy Butler's hair and Brandon Ingram's take on a big payday (15:34). They finish off the show with another round of Lost in the Sauce, where they once again put their basketball knowledge to the test (51:22). Hosts: Austin Rivers and Pausha Haghighi Producers: Erika Cervantes and Ben Cruz The Ringer is committed to responsible gaming, please checkout theringer.com/RG to find out more or listen to the end of the episode for additional details.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices