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„Wir haben alle Verantwortung dafür, wie gute Debatten gelingen können“, sagt Julia Reuschenbach in dieser Podcast-Folge. Wir sprechen über die Grundlagen einer funktionierenden Debattenkultur, als Grundlage einer lebendigen Demokratie. Was haben soziale Medien bei unseren Debatten zum Schlechten, aber auch zum Guten verändert? Wie könnten notwendige Regulierungen sozialer Plattformen aussehen? Wäre eine Klarnamenpflicht eine Gefahr für die Meinungsfreiheit? Debatten brauchen einen Wertekompass, dazu gehört das Anerkennen von Fakten und die Verständigung auf eine Wahrheit. Mit Deepfakes stellt sich radikal die Frage nach Echtheit. Welche Regeln braucht es hier? Wie können wir besser streiten, damit der Streit nicht nur Energie entlädt, sondern auch Erkenntnis erzeugt? Gibt es heute verstärkt einen „Bekenntniszwang“, also den Druck, sich immer sofort eindeutig zu positionieren, entweder für oder gegen etwas zu sein? Gehört zur Meinungsfreiheit auch das Recht auf Schweigen? Es geht außerdem um Cancel Culture und die Frage, warum woke sein, also wachsam und achtsam gegenüber Verletzungen und Diskriminierung, immer häufiger als Schimpfwort benutzt wird. Was sind die wichtigsten Schritte hin zu einer besseren Debattenkultur? Antworten darauf und viele Denkanstöße gibt Julia Reuschenbach in dieser Podcast-Folge. Julia Reuschenbach ist Politikwissenschaftlerin an der Freien Universität Berlin und forscht zu Parteien und politischer Kommunikation. Gemeinsam mit Korbinian Frenzel, Journalist und Moderator beim Deutschlandfunk, hat sie das Buch „Defekte Debatten – Warum wir als Gesellschaft besser streiten müssen“ geschrieben.

Claudija bettet ihren neuen Multiadapter ins Apple-Kästchen und Ihre Mutter geht zum ausverkauften Bio-Metzger. Anke kann sich endlich ASMR merken, erklärt ihrer Shinieschwester kabellige Zusammenhänge und plädiert ebenso für Ausräumaktionen für mehr Leichtigkeit im Leben. Womöglich ist zu viel davon auch zwanghaft und kommt durch Fehler, die Eltern gemacht haben, womöglich sollte man diese Fehler aber auch verzeihen. Und das kann durch Lachen über sich selbst und das Leben geschehen, denn Großherzigkeit macht das Leben erst lebenswert. Sicher ist, Kinder können in diesem Leben nur dann empathisch werden, wenn sie die Möglichkeit bekommen, emotional zu sein. Und schon bald, wenn die Kinderzeit bei Claudija vorbei ist und wir beide nur noch über die Kindheiten sprechen, die geblieben sind, werden viele verstehen, was Fitzeks Horrorgeschichten mit dem Wahnsinn zu tun haben, den viel zu viele Kinder aushalten müssen. Krippengruseleien durch zu viel übernommene Aufgaben sind leider keine Ausnahmen und das wusste vermutlich schon Einstein. Unseren und allen Babys wünschen wir möglichst viele gute Erfahrungen und möglichst keine herzzerreißenden Erlebnisse in Wochenkrippen, über die wir sicher auf dem derzeit entstehenden YouTube-Kanal sprechen werden. Kommt doch einfach zu uns und erzählt uns eure Geschichten. Lasst uns gemeinsam mehr Licht in die Welt der Kinder bringen, damit die Guten mehr und mehr werden. Shine on! Unser Buch: Die Krippenlüge https://www.thalia.de/shop/home/artikeldetails/A1074855235 https://amzn.eu/d/0rjlqbb Claudija Stolz https://www.claudijastolz.com https://fruehe-bindung.de https://www.youtube.com/@claudijastolz7433 Dr. Anke Elisabeth Ballmann https://www.ankeelisabethballmann.de https://www.youtube.com/@dr.ankeelisabethballmann

Titel: Der Mutter Lied (1879, im Sammelband „Aus Nah und Fern“) – Johanna Spyri – 10 Kapitel Ort: ganz offensichtlich Hirzel mit dem Fluss "Sihl", der Geburtsort der Autorin, auch wenn die Orte "Oberholz", "Mittelstück" und "Unterholz" sowie der Fluss "Holzach" angegeben sind, die sich ansonsten nicht stichhaltig lokalisieren lassen. Der beschriebene Weinbau ist in der Region Zürich möglich. Beschreibung: Die Kinder von Oberholz sind neugierig auf den Jungen, der im Mittelstück zu ihnen gezogen ist. Er hat seltsame Kleidung an, aus Samt, und seine Mutter spielt Klavier. Dann müssen sie reich sein, oder nicht? Aber woher kommen sie? Haben sie vielleicht ein dunkles Geheimnis? Sally aus dem Pfarrhaus will es wissen. Aber auch der Bandenführer Churi hat seine Pläne mit Erick, und das sind keine Guten. Quelle: Verlag Diakonissenmutterhaus Aidlingen, Kreis Böblingen, o.J. Leser: Kai Buch (www.kaibuch.de) Autorin: Johanna Spyri, gebürtig Johanna Louise Heusser, geboren am 12. Juni 1827 in Hirzel, Kanton Zürich; gestorben am 7. Juli 1901 in Zürich. Spyri war eine Schweizer Jugendschriftstellerin und Schöpferin der bekannten Romanfigur Heidi. In den dreißig Jahren von 1871 bis zu ihrem Tod veröffentlichte sie 31 Bücher, 27 Erzählbände und 4 Broschüren, insgesamt 48 Erzählungen. Viele Bücher und Texte von ihr werfen einen kritischen, nichts beschönigenden Blick auf die Schweiz und auf die Lebensbedingungen der Menschen während der frühen Industrialisierung. Besonders das Schicksal der Kinder und jungen Frauen lag ihr am Herzen. Ihre Texte sind deshalb nicht nur von literarischem, sondern auch sozialgeschichtlichem Interesse. Zudem betont sie stets die Bedeutung des christlichen Glaubens für Leben und Sterben. Die Bibliothek des Schweizerischen Instituts für Kinder- und Jugendmedien SIKJM in Zürich beherbergt das Johanna-Spyri-Archiv und verwaltet den Nachlass. Konservatorisch empfindliche Dokumente werden in der Zentralbibliothek Zürich als Depositum aufbewahrt.

Pünktlich zum kommenden Start der Spooky-Season wird es in Folge 187 des PC Games Podcast gruselig. Denn wir sprechen über den neusten Ableger der Silent-Hill-Reihe, Silent Hill f. Nach über 13 Jahren präsentiert sich der neue Teil nicht nur mit einem ganz anderen Setting, sondern auch mit einem völlig überarbeiteten Kampfsystem.Um zu klären, ob die vielen Veränderungen den gewünschten, frischen Wind in die Reihe bringen oder doch etwas zu viel des Guten sind, haben wir unseren Tester Yannik Cunha eingeladen, der einen genaueren Einblick in die Tiefen des Psycho-Horrors geben kann. Außerdem zu Gast ist PCGH-Redakteur Christopher Barnes, der den Horror-Titel auf Performance, Beleuchtung und Ton untersucht hat.Gemeinsam plaudern wir darüber, was uns an dem neuen Silent Hill gefallen hat, welche Punkte verbesserungswürdig gewesen wären und ob die mutige Neuausrichtung an die Qualität der alten Teile und des Remakes von Silent Hill 2 herankommt.Zudem möchten wir euch an dieser Stelle nochmal an unsere anstehende Community-Folge erinnern: Lasst uns in den Kommentaren fleißig Fragen, Anregungen, Lob und Kritik zurück, damit wir demnächst im Podcast darauf eingehen können. Jetzt wünschen wir euch aber viel Spaß beim Anhören der aktuellen Ausgabe!Der PC Games Podcast - der offizielle Videospielpodcast der PC Games - erscheint seit über einem Jahrzehnt regelmäßig und liefert dabei wöchentlich gleich mehrere Talks zum riesigen Thema Videospiele.Unser Moderationsteam, Michi Grünwald und Vivi Ziermann, deckt dabei etliche Bereiche ab: Review-Gespräche und Previews zu brandaktuellen Games, nostalgische Rückblicke, Reports, Interviews und vieles mehr. Dabei gibt es natürlich auch immer mal wieder spannende Insights in die Spielebranche und in die Redaktion des ältesten, noch aktiven Videospielmagazins Deutschlands - seit 1992 am Start!Unser Spiele-Podcast ist vollkommen kostenlos zugänglich und neben unseren Webseiten auch auf allen großen Podcast-Plattformen - von Apple Music bis hin zu Spotify - zu finden.

Das Panikorchester der Guten befindet sich erneut auf großer Tournee. Der Titel und die Programmgestaltung haben sich im Vergleich zur dreijährigen Laufzeit des düsteren "Corona-Programms" gegen missliebige und kritische Bürger nur unwesentlich geändert. Inhalte und Mechanismen der Manipulation werden erneut mit Begeisterung aufgenommen.  Von Bernhard Loyen

Dr. Carolin Pfenning begleiten wir schon eine Weile auf Ihrem Weg hin zur Selbständigkeit. in dieser Folge berichtet sie von der Praxisübernahme, den Herausforderungen, u.a. durch den Rollenwechsel von der angestellten Ärztin zu Chefin, vom Seelenfrieden, der Notwendigkeit guter Sparringspartner und dem großen Glück endlich tun zu können, was Frau möchte. Sie ist ein echtes Rolemodel für Ärztinnen, die mit dem Gedanken spielen sich selbständig zu machen. Ihr Tipp: Mehr Selbstbewusstsein, weniger auf andere Hören und sich einfach trauen, denn Frau kann viel mehr als sie denkt!

Werden Sie JETZT Abonnent der Weltwoche. Digital nur CHF 9.- im ersten Monat. https://weltwoche.ch/abonnemente/Aktuelle Ausgabe der Weltwoche: https://weltwoche.ch/aktuelle-ausgabe/KOSTENLOS: Täglicher Newsletter https://weltwoche.ch/newsletter/App Weltwoche Schweiz https://tosto.re/weltwocheDie Weltwoche: Das ist die andere Sicht! Unabhängig, kritisch, gut gelaunt.Schweiz und China: Loblied auf unsere guten Beziehungen. Economiesuisse: Nur Martullo gegen EU-Unterwerfung. Palästina: EU belohnt die Hamas. SVP-Matter: Bundesrat «Gremium von Verfassungsbrechern». Abschied von Alfred HeerDie Weltwoche auf Social Media:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/weltwoche/Twitter: https://twitter.com/WeltwocheTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@weltwocheTelegram: https://t.me/Die_Weltwoche Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DIE.WELTWOCHE Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Nützt es uns etwas, wenn immer alle sagen, dass Streit unter Kindern normal ist? Wie vermeiden wir Schuldzuweisungen? Und wie unterscheidet sich Kinderstreit vom Streit zwischen Erwachsenen? Wir stellen uns in dieser Folge die Frage, warum der momentane Erziehungstrend Konsequenzen eher verteufelt, und stellen die These auf, dass Erwachsene ihren Streit durchaus auch mal verschieben dürfen. Ausserdem gibt's in dieser Folge Giraffen, Wölfe, Pariser Parkhäuser und ganz viel Emotion. Wir freuen uns über Feedback, Anregungen und Ideen auf familienchaos1@gmail.com oder auch auf Instagram. Jingle: Christian Riesen www.riesenmusic.com Grafik: Gil Weber

"Seid nicht gleichförmig dieser Welt, sondern werdet verwandelt durch die Erneuerung des Sinnes, dass ihr prüft, was der Wille Gottes ist: das Gute und Wohlgefällige und Vollkommene." (Römerbrief 12,2) Das ist der Schlüssel für unsere Umkehr und für unsere Veränderung auf dem Bilde seines Sohnes, von innen nach aussen. Welchen Gefahren setzen wir uns aus, wenn wir in einer „Echokammer” mehr Zeit verbringen als im Wort Gottes?

Michael ist überzeugt: Ab Montag beginnt die wirklich gute Gaming Zeit des Jahres für ihn. Seien wir gespannt!Kontakt gamingpodcast.splitscreen@gmail.com

Ein erhellender Einblick in die Welt der pädagogischen Herzensarbeit. Tess alias @mrskingbell, enthüllt ihre tiefgründige Herangehensweise als "Goldgräberin" im Klassenzimmer - jemand, der unermüdlich nach dem Guten in jedem Kind sucht.Mit bemerkenswerter Offenheit teilt sie ihre innovativen Methoden, wie etwa "Letter to my Teacher", eine simple aber wirkungsvolle Alternative zur Konfrontation mit herausfordernden Schülern. Anstatt in Machtkämpfe zu verfallen, schafft sie Räume der Sicherheit und des Vertrauens. Ihre Metapher, sich nicht "auf die Bühne ziehen zu lassen", sondern stattdessen den Schülern einen anderen Weg anzubieten, veranschaulicht ihre beziehungsorientierte Pädagogik eindrucksvoll.Besonders wertvoll sind ihre Erkenntnisse aus der Arbeit an einer Schule für Kranke, wo sie Kinder mit psychischen Belastungen unterrichtet. Hier wird deutlich, wie entscheidend Individualisierung und Verständnis für die unterschiedlichen Bedürfnisse der Lernenden sind. Ihre kritische Auseinandersetzung mit traditionellen Konzepten wie Hausaufgaben und Leistungsmessung öffnet den Blick für alternative Wege im Bildungssystem.Hey, liebe Tess - ich bin unfassbar dankbar, dass du mit mir deinen Podcast-Auftakt hattest! Es war einfach nur schön, mit dir zu sprechen.Schick mir eine kleine Textnachricht ❤️Hol dir mein Dokument für neuroinklusiven Schulunterricht! Ich komme auch an deine Schule und bilde das gesamte Kollegium zu den Themen ADHS, Autismus & herausforderndem Verhalten in der Schule weiter! ➡️ Du findest mich auf Instagram unter @kapierfehler und auf meiner Website. Abonniere meinen Newsletter!Liebe Grüße,deine Corina

Ref.: Dr. Benedikt Michal, Übersetzer des Buches „Komm nach Hause von Brandon Vogt, St. Pölten, Österreich Kleine Kinder begleiten ihre Eltern meist noch recht selbstverständlich in die Kirche - aber im Jugendalter oder als junge Erwachsene wenden sich viele von den christlichen Traditionen in ihrem Elternhaus ab. Für gläubige Eltern ist das ein großer Schmerz und oft fragen sie sich, ob vielleicht sie etwas falsch gemacht haben. Der amerikanische Bestsellerautor Brandon Vogt hat sich in seinem Buch "Komm nach Hause" intensiv mit der Frage beschäftigt, warum junge Christen sich von Kirche und Glauben entfremden - und wie Eltern bzw. Großeltern konstruktiv mit ihren Anfragen und Zweifeln umgehen können. In unserem Partnersender Radio Maria Österreich hat der Übersetzer dieses Buches, Dr. Benedikt Michal, die Strategien vorgestellt, die Brandon Vogt zur Rückholung erwachsener Kinder und Enkel in die Kirche entwickelt hat. Wir wiederholen für Sie diese Reihe in sechs Sendungen jeden Samstag in der Lebenshilfe.

Titel: Der Mutter Lied (1879, im Sammelband „Aus Nah und Fern“) – Johanna Spyri – 10 Kapitel Ort: ganz offensichtlich Hirzel mit dem Fluss "Sihl", der Geburtsort der Autorin, auch wenn die Orte "Oberholz", "Mittelstück" und "Unterholz" sowie der Fluss "Holzach" angegeben sind, die sich ansonsten nicht stichhaltig lokalisieren lassen. Der beschriebene Weinbau ist in der Region Zürich möglich. Beschreibung: Die Kinder von Oberholz sind neugierig auf den Jungen, der im Mittelstück zu ihnen gezogen ist. Er hat seltsame Kleidung an, aus Samt, und seine Mutter spielt Klavier. Dann müssen sie reich sein, oder nicht? Aber woher kommen sie? Haben sie vielleicht ein dunkles Geheimnis? Sally aus dem Pfarrhaus will es wissen. Aber auch der Bandenführer Churi hat seine Pläne mit Erick, und das sind keine Guten. Quelle: Verlag Diakonissenmutterhaus Aidlingen, Kreis Böblingen, o.J. Leser: Kai Buch (www.kaibuch.de) Autorin: Johanna Spyri, gebürtig Johanna Louise Heusser, geboren am 12. Juni 1827 in Hirzel, Kanton Zürich; gestorben am 7. Juli 1901 in Zürich. Spyri war eine Schweizer Jugendschriftstellerin und Schöpferin der bekannten Romanfigur Heidi. In den dreißig Jahren von 1871 bis zu ihrem Tod veröffentlichte sie 31 Bücher, 27 Erzählbände und 4 Broschüren, insgesamt 48 Erzählungen. Viele Bücher und Texte von ihr werfen einen kritischen, nichts beschönigenden Blick auf die Schweiz und auf die Lebensbedingungen der Menschen während der frühen Industrialisierung. Besonders das Schicksal der Kinder und jungen Frauen lag ihr am Herzen. Ihre Texte sind deshalb nicht nur von literarischem, sondern auch sozialgeschichtlichem Interesse. Zudem betont sie stets die Bedeutung des christlichen Glaubens für Leben und Sterben. Die Bibliothek des Schweizerischen Instituts für Kinder- und Jugendmedien SIKJM in Zürich beherbergt das Johanna-Spyri-Archiv und verwaltet den Nachlass. Konservatorisch empfindliche Dokumente werden in der Zentralbibliothek Zürich als Depositum aufbewahrt.

Predigt vom Samstag den 20.09.2025, von Jonathan Mall

Wofür setzen Sie Ihre Energie ein? Bruder Paulus findet, dass es viel mehr Energie kostet, etwas Böses zu tun. Diese Energie könnten wir viel eher nutzen, um dem Guten zu folgen.

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Vom GZSZ Daily-Star zum Theatermann mit Fernstudium. Schauspieler Marc Weinmann überrascht im Coffee-Date mit Ingo: Ein offener Talk über TV-Ausstiege, Bühnenpannen und den Wunsch nach Tiefe – beruflich wie privat. Zwischen Espresso und Emotionen gibt's ehrliche Blicke hinter die Kulissen von Daily Soap, Theater und Social Media-Druck. Inklusive Flammen und Zerstörung. Plus die Frage: Erspielt sich Ingo einen weiteren Punkt Richtung Wunschgast?

Ich kann mich nicht daran erinnern, dass es in meinem Leben Zeiten gab, in denen, wie es momentan erscheint, so viele Krisen in so kurzer Zeit so viele Menschen getroffen haben. Man spürt regelrecht Unruhe und Unmut in der Bevölkerung. Fast keiner scheint wirklich zufrieden zu sein. Ich habe schon mehrfach erfahren, dass sich der Mensch immer nur an seinem eigenen Wohlbefinden misst. So wird der Glaube an einen Gott immer mehr von dem Umstand verdrängt, dass viele Dinge im Leben nicht so sind, wie wir es gern hätten. Zudem muss der eine oder andere mit großen Widerständen kämpfen, oder es trifft ihn bitteres Leid. »Es kann keinen Gott geben, sonst würde dies nicht passieren!« Das habe ich so oder so ähnlich schon oft gehört.In unserem Tagesvers jedoch verspricht Gott denen, die ihn von ganzem Herzen und in aller Ehrlichkeit lieben, dass alle Dinge zum Guten mitwirken. Das ist sehr tröstlich und ein großer Ansporn, diesem guten Gott zu folgen und an ihn zu glauben. Dabei sollte man allerdings beachten, dass es in dem Bibelvers heißt: »zum Guten mitwirken«. Es wird nicht immer alles gut, so wie ich mir das vorstelle oder gern hätte. Es wird gut, so wie es Gott sieht. Er weiß am besten, was für jeden Einzelnen gut ist.Nehmen wir einmal an, mein Auto springt nicht an. Das ist sehr ärgerlich, ich kann nicht wegfahren. Aber durch diese »Planänderung« kann es sein, dass Gott gerade damit etwas Gutes für mich vorsieht. Das mag etwas »zurechtgelegt« klingen. Aber ich habe im Laufe der vielen Jahre, die ich bisher an der Seite Jesu verbringen durfte, gelernt, dass Gott mich zwar auch durch mancherlei Schwierigkeiten geführt hat, ich aber im Nachhinein überzeugend sagen kann: Er hat alle Dinge zum Guten mitwirken lassen.Axel SchneiderDiese und viele weitere Andachten online lesenWeitere Informationen zu »Leben ist mehr« erhalten Sie unter www.lebenistmehr.deAudioaufnahmen: Radio Segenswelle

Wir sprechen über alles, was uns beim Schreiben, vor allem aber davor und danach Angst macht. Eigentlich sind die meisten unserer Ängste irrational, aber das macht es noch schwieriger. Wir sprechen über Angst vor Liebesszenen, Angst vor Lesungen, Angst vorm Zuspätkommen, Angst vor Smashdocs, Angst davor, keine Ideen mehr zu haben, Angst vor Kursivschrift und vieles mehr. Und darüber, was sich an unseren Ängsten im Laufe der letzten Jahre vielleicht verändert hat, ob und wann man durch Erfolgserlebnisse lernen kann, und darüber, ob Muskel oder Getränkeautomat die bessere Metapher für Kreativität ist. In unserer Rubrik „Bücher, die entstanden sind, während Menschen sexy & bodenständig gehört haben“ kommen heute vor: Katinka Ruffieux, „Zu wenig vom Guten“, Arche Verlag www.w1-verlage.de/arche-literatur-verlag/zu-wenig-vom-guten Vera Hohleiter, „Jenseits der Dinge“, edition bücherlese www.verahohleiter.com/de/jenseits-der-dinge und das von uns erwähnte Video zum Buch: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJKpE_wUEFE Herzliche Glückwünsche!

Wie wächst dein Glaube, auch wenn scheinbar gerade alles zerbricht? Joyce Meyer beleuchtet die Bibelstelle Jakobus 1 und zeigt, dass jede Prüfung eine Einladung ist, innerlich stark zu werden. Sie ruft dazu auf, dranzubleiben, weil Gott verspricht, alles zum Guten zu wenden. Erfahre, wie Zuversicht, Geduld und echte Freude neu in dir aufblühen können – selbst im Chaos. — Für ein erfülltes Leben nutze unsere kostenfreie Angebote als Mutmacher und Tröster: ✅ https://www.joyce-meyer.de/fuer-dich/taegliche-andacht-von-joyce-meyer/ – deine tägliche E-Mail-Andacht mit Joyce ✅ https://www.joyce-meyer.de/gebet/brauchst-du-ein-gebet/ – du bist nicht alleine, ruf uns an 040/888841111, wir beten für dich ✅ https://www.joyce-meyer.de/fuer-dich/magazin-bestellen/ – das Magazin für dein "Das Leben genießen" ✅ https://www.joyce-meyer.de/fuer-dich/infobroschuere-bestellen/ - alle Segensimpulse von Joyce auf einen Broschüren-Blick ✅ https://www.joyce-meyer.de/fuer-dich/e-mail-newsletter-abonnieren/ - dein monatlicher Möglichmach-Impulsgeber per E-Mail   Möchtest du mit uns und deiner Spende die Welt verändern? Vielen Dank für deine Spende unter:

In dieser Episode von „Stimme wirkt!“ bekommst du spannende Einblicke, wie echte und nachhaltige Weiterbildung im Bereich Soft Skills und Sozialkompetenz funktioniert – gerade für dich als Führungskraft. Du erfährst, warum der Markt für Persönlichkeitsentwicklung von unseriösen Anbietern und Schein-Coaches überflutet wird und wie du die Spreu vom Weizen trennst. Es geht darum, wie wichtig Referenzen und echte Erfolge in der Entwicklung von sozialen Kompetenzen sind und wieso schnelle Wunderlösungen nicht halten, was sie versprechen.Du erhältst praktische Impulse, wie du in deiner Führungsrolle authentisch auftreten, deine Kommunikation gezielt verbessern und echte Wirkung entfalten kannst. Außerdem lernst du, wie deine eigene Persönlichkeitsentwicklung sich hörbar in deiner Stimme spiegelt und wie das wiederum deine Überzeugungskraft und dein Standing im Team stärkt.Erik Adler stellt die SoCo Society als Alternative zu klassischen Trainings oder fragwürdigen Coachings vor – ein modernes Konzept, das auf kontinuierliche Entwicklung, persönliche Begleitung und echten Praxistransfer setzt. Es geht darum, wie du mit wenig Zeitinvestition, aber nachhaltigen Methoden deine Soft Skills entwickelst und dich als authentische, überzeugende Führungskraft positionierst.Wenn du wissen willst, welche entscheidende Rolle deine innere Haltung für deine äußere Wirkung spielt, wie du Stolperfallen im Weiterbildungsmarkt erkennst und was wirklich funktioniert, solltest du reinhören. Du nimmst aus dieser Episode Impulse mit, die dich sicherer machen im Umgang mit dir selbst und deinem Team – und damit als Führungskraft erfolgreicher. Lass dich inspirieren, neue Wege in deiner Entwicklung zu gehen! . . . . . . . . . . . . . Dein Voicecoach Arno Fischbacher begleitet Dich auf Deinem persönlichen Weg von Stimm-Besitzer zum Stimm-Benutzer!Die beiden Hosts dieses Podcasts: Arno Fischbacher und Andreas K. Giermaier✅ Hast Du Fragen? Schreib an podcast@arno-fischbacher.com✅ Du willst mit Arno persönlich sprechen? Gern: https://arno-fischbacher.com/espresso

Jetzt sind Weinfeste überall in den Weingegenden hier im Land, aber auch hier in Olpe am vergangenen Wochenende. Weinproben und Kleinigkeiten dazu, Informationen über Anbau, Weinlagen, Wettereinflüsse und vieles mehr, dazu Musik, kleine Snacks und wunderbares Wetter. Es gab manch witzige Reihenfolgen am Sonntag: wählen gehen, dann zum Hochamt in die Kirche, dann zum Weinfest und irgendwann weinselig nach Hause.Es gibt viele hundert Stellen in der Bibel, die den Wein loben und die Feste, die mit dem Wein besiegelt und gefeiert werden. Das hatte nicht nur damit zu tun, dass Wein rein war und es oft kein sauberes Wasser gab. Es hatte auch damit zu tun, dass Wein in vielen Kulturen auch als Medikament zur Linderung vieler Leiden einen wichtigen Wert hatte und hoch im Kurs stand. Im Psalm 104 heißt es so schön: "Du Gott lässt Gras wachsen für das Vieh, / auch Pflanzen für den Menschen, die er anbaut, damit er Brot gewinnt von der Erde / und Wein, der das Herz des Menschen erfreut, damit sein Gesicht von Öl erglänzt / und Brot das Menschenherz stärkt."Jesus und seine Anhänger erlebten die Feste in ihrem Umfeld und die Not, wenn es zum Feiern keinen Wein mehr gab. Und die Wandlung von Wasser in Wein bei der Hochzeit zu Kanaan war nur der erste Vorgeschmack auf das wirkliche Wandlungswunder, das sich später vollziehen sollte. Und Brot und Wein zu nehmen, um diese Gaben zu wandeln in die vollkommene Hingabe in Fleisch und Blut, das ist die unfassbare, bis heute gültige Gabe Jesu an alle, die an ihn glauben. Bei jedem guten Schluck Wein in dieser Zeit der Ernte- und Weinfeste ist das ein schöner Gedanke - zum Dank an den Geber alles Guten. 

Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2Hans finds his confidence and the fraulein, too.Based on the post by cb summers, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.PART TWO – October 6, 1992Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my grandfather's irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me which I didn't normally possess. I put my arm around this hot, blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah, and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen, Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly. Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock en suck en.”Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,” then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead's soft little hand.Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she's an actual ho!” I clicked my heels together, and kissed Heidi's hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von Kitten licker.” Muschi, who had short black hair and snow-white skin, leaned forward and presented her cheek to me, so I kissed it, laying my lips on the second female of my life. Her skin was as soft as silk.Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles painted on her cheeks, saying, “And, finally, mein beste freunden, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein, the third.” Hildegard laughed, then turned and wiggled her ass at me. I bowed deeply and said, “Very nice to meet you, Herr Fuck me up the ass en stein.” She wiggled her ass again, right in my face, so I leaned down a little farther and kissed her right on her behind, and the crowd went wild. I was surprising the shit out of myself. My grandfather's DNA was having a field day with my confidence. I raised my oversized prop stein, and shouted, “Beer! Ve must haff beer!”Helga had an identical stein, and so we filled them together from the keg and chugged them while everyone clapped, until they were empty. I saw that beer was leaking out of her defective stein and dripping all over her glorious, copper colored cleavage, making her white top wet enough for me to see the lacy blue bra she was wearing under it. Oh shit. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. She caught me looking, but instead of getting mad, she just looked down at her breasts and said, “Oops. I can be zo clumzy zometimes, liebchen! You know how I am!” She ran her fingers over her soaked cleavage.I don't know what came over me, but I took her wrist in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob en schtein.” And I wrapped my lips around her fingertips and licked them dry of beer. She just stared at me with the biggest smile on her face, and her eyes twinkling. My god! Who was I?I had no idea what to do next, but some joker saved me by playing a polka on the stereo. Without missing a beat, Helga shouted, “Shall ve dance, mein liebchen?” She didn't even wait for me to answer. She just grabbed my hand and dragged me to the middle of the floor and we started to polka.I'd been to a few polkas when I was a kid, so I knew the basic moves, and a few of the special ones, and I guess Helga had been to a few polkas too, because she kept right up with me. Soon, everyone was clapping and cheering and snapping photographs, and at least ten others, who knew how to polka, joined in, including Heidi Ho! Where a black girl learned to polka is anybody's guess. When the song finally ended, I lifted my stein and shouted the traditional Oktoberfest starting cheer, which for some reason popped to mind even though I thought I'd forgotten it years ago “O' zapft is! The Keg Is Tapped! Let Oktoberfest Begin!”After the ear-splitting cheer, the music switched back to hip hop, and the lights dimmed, and the disco lights began to flash, and soon Helga and I were dancing in the center of a crowd, this time gyrating like fools, just like everyone else on the dance floor. By the third song, I was utterly smitten with her. She had such a bold, fearless spirit, that I just let all of my nerdy inhibitions go, and danced, not caring how stupid I looked, because my eyes were glued to her. Her breasts. Her coppery face. Her stunning, sky-blue eyes. And she was looking right back at me, sometimes smiling, but sometimes with an expression on her face that reminded me of the expression I'd seen on Briona's face while Troy was fucking her. Damn. Helga was giving me sex face! It was unbelievably cool!The third song was a raunchy rap song that was bit that year, Baby Got Back, and suddenly Heidi Ho, Helga's black friend, appeared in front of me and started grinding her ass against my crotch. I'd never danced like this before, but there were other couples doing it, so I put my hands on her hips and grinded away. I started to get a boner, so I turned around, afraid she might feel it. But then Gertruda Cocken sucken, an adorable freckle-faced girl, with vivid red hair, started grinding her ass into my crotch instead, apparently unconcerned about the fact that I was rubbing my erection against her. Or maybe even enjoying it! It was an incredible feeling. Then Heidi put her arms around me from behind, and started grinding her crotch against my ass, and now I was sandwiched between two Bavarian hotties, feeling Heidi's firm tits rubbing all over my back. My mind was now officially blown. But I rolled with it. Why the fuck not? It was Oktoberfest!Midnight in the campus park.Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched with Gertruda, and now I was feeling Helga's large, coppery tits flopping back and forth across my back. Hildegard was a bit drunk by this time, so she leaned forward and started rubbing her ass up and down, grinding her pussy against my cock, making it look exactly like I was fucking her. She even started making orgasmic sounds. And I realized that in all likelihood, my cock was actually rubbing against more than just her ass. In fact, it might be rubbing right against her tight little pussy! Shit, this was getting way out of hand! Then I noticed that the older sisters in her sorority were watching us with great amusement. Maybe this was part of their initiation ceremony. But I didn't care. If she wanted to dry hump me in a room full of people, more power to her. She even grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her tits! Oh shit! They weren't all that big, but I could feel the hard lumps of her nipples bouncing under my fingers as I squeezed her little grapefruits.I began to feel the warning signs of an impending orgasm coming on strong. Oh my god, I was going to blow my load feeling the first tits of my life! But at just the last minute, the final girl in Helga's harem, Muschi von Kittenlicker, pushed Hildegard aside, but instead of grinding her ass against mine, she faced me and started gyrating against me in time with Helga behind me. Now two sexy women were rubbing her tits against me, and my cock got enough of a reprieve that my urge to cum faded mercifully away.Muschi's paper pale face was flush with devastating sexiness, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking past me at Helga. And in spite of how much I was enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime experience, I think I detected pure infatuation in Muschi's expression. She didn't make eye contact with me even once, but she kept licking her lips as if she wanted to kiss someone. I bent toward her, suddenly excited about kissing another girl, but she just shifted to the other side, her eyes staring past me, and looking down at Helga's ample cleavage. Oh shit, she wants to kiss her friend! I turned to look at Helga's beautiful copper colored face in the flashing disco light, but she appeared to be totally unaware of Muschi's lustful looks.The song changed, and now all the Bavarian girls crowded around me and began to rub their bodies and asses, all over me. It was dark, and the lights were flashing, and I had no idea who was who, but my hand definitely squeezed another girl's breast for a few seconds, maybe Heidi Ho's and I also fondled a couple of their asses, running my fingers over their delightful ass-cracks. It was almost like I was in some kind of fully clothed orgy!But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein. She grinned back at me as she pulled me out the front door, leaving her friends behind, obviously sick of sharing me with them. She wanted me all to herself. That was just fine with me. It was getting pretty weird anyway. Helga and I ran hand in hand through the campus, laughing like lunatics. I suppose the beer had gone to our heads, because we were utterly silly with hilarity. I never was much of a drinker. When we'd run ourselves tired, we sat down on a bench, still holding hands.After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice, “I lied to you earlier, my name's not really Helga Boobenschtein.”“Ach du lieber! I'm shocked! Is it Boobenschteen after all?”She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don't look German!”“No, my mother's Brazilian. I got my black hair and dark skin from her. But I learned to polka from my dad. He also gave me these eyes.” Indeed, her eyes were the most amazing baby-blue color I'd ever seen. They almost glowed against her copper colored face.“Well, I have a surprise for you too. I'm not really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That's too perfect!”“My grandpa's from Austria, and my grandma from my mother's side is Bavarian.”“Oh my god. What are the odds that two half-Germans would meet at an Oktoberfest party in Illinois, dressed in matching costumes? It's a good thing I don't believe in fate, or I'd say it was fate.”I laughed, “I don't believe in fate, either, but show me the evidence, and I'll be happy to reconsider. But in any large sampling, like life, coincidences are bound to happen. And they have to happen to somebody. In this case, to us.”“Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking about science. That's what had derailed my date with Briona. So instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”She blushed. “I'm sorry about the girls. They're a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi, her real name is Barbara. She's a lesbian.”“Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the hot for you, Annie.”Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her I'm not into it, but she just won't give up. But I love her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn't you?”I had no words for how much I'd enjoyed our dance. So I just blushed and smiled.She laughed and squeezed my hand, giving me a strange erotic thrill. Then she said, “I've seen you around the labs. What's your major?”“General science.”She grinned, “Yeah? I might do that too, but I'm just a freshman. I'm taking a bunch of different classes this year until I figure out what my passion is. But it's definitely in the sciences. I love science. I love science. I'm taking this biology class right now, and we're learning all about the…”As she bubbled with enthusiasm about biology, her face absolutely glowed, in spite of her dark skin. She just seemed to radiate a luminosity that filled my heart with a feeling so powerful that I was on the verge of laughter or tears. I had the overpowering urge to tell her how much I loved science too, but remembering how things went with Briona, I did something else instead.I kissed her.It was a sudden impulse, perhaps inspired by Grandpa's mischievous DNA, and I acted on it without getting hung up by my normal crippling uncertainty. I didn't even wait for her to finish her current sentence. I just leaned toward her and planted my lips on hers. She didn't push me away or slap my face. Instead, she threw her arms around me, pulled me closer on the bench, and kissed me back, deeply, passionately, lustfully as if she'd been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her mouth opened and our tongues began to polka. This sweet, funny, brainy girl was a seething well of passion under that fun-loving surface. She was moaning into my mouth in no time at all, clearly enjoying this amazing kiss every bit as much as me.We must have made quite a tableau in our costumes, making out like crazy on a bench in the center of the quad, illuminated by a nearby streetlight. I could hear people walking by, occasionally snickering or making crude comments. But I didn't care. This was my first French kiss, and I had no intention of letting embarrassment cut it short. And the longer we kissed, the more I dialed out the rest of the world, until there was only the two of us, and our tongues, and our lips, and our hearts.Suddenly she turned and straddled me, and I enjoyed the feel of her breasts heaving against my chest. By this time I had a massive erection, so I held her back a bit, to prevent her from feeling it.She started shivering, and said, “My legs are freezing”. I took that as an invitation to help warm them up, so I put my hands on her calves, which were splayed out on the bench on my left and right. Some girls, like Muschi, have baby-soft skin, but not Annie. Her skin felt thick and smooth and was covered with a soft, almost invisible peach fuzz. The feel of her flesh made my cock throb with desire. I'd never felt anything so amazing in my life. It felt like suede leather, only softer and suppler.She began humming happily in my mouth as I rubbed her calves. I moved my hands up higher, my fingers slipping under the edge of her skirt to rub her soft thighs. Then with each stroke of my hands, I went a little higher under her skirt. I expected her to tell me to stop at any moment, but she didn't. Finally my fingertips touched the edge of her panties, and a few strokes later my hands were all the way onto her ass, cheeks, squeezing them through the soft, stretchy cotton of her undies. She giggled, but she didn't make me stop. I loved the feel of her ass wiggling under my hands as she laughed.Then, unexpectedly, she slid forward on my lap, pressing her crotch against my hard on. She gave a lustful little gasp, as did I. I couldn't believe how well this was going! The only thing separating my cock from her pussy was a few thin layers of fabric. It was insanely erotic, and all the while we explored each other's mouths with our tongues, absolutely breathless with passion.We kissed and kissed and kissed in this position for the longest time. The campus clock struck 1, then 2. I couldn't believe we'd been at it for so long. But I knew it couldn't last forever. There were classes tomorrow and we were both dedicated students. So, reluctantly, we pulled back and just looked into each other's eyes for a while. I found that to be ten times more intimate than kissing. For the first time in my life, I could look into a woman's eyes without glancing away nervously after a few seconds. I could look into Annie's baby-blue eyes forever.Carnal Knowledge In the Woods.She said, “Would you care to escort me back to my dorm, liebchen?”“But of course, fraulein.” I was sad when she squirmed off my lap. I had the sinking feeling that this was a one shot deal. In the light of day she'd notice how crooked my teeth were. She'd notice my acne scars and wiry hair. But we walked, hand in hand, like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I started to think, maybe, just maybe, a second date?She led me on a roundabout route, rather than the direct way to her dorm. It took us into the dimly lit park next to Davenport ravine, which was totally deserted. We waded through drifts of fallen leaves. I put my arm around her waist and snuggled her close. My palm was tucked right under her right breast, which would occasionally bounce down against the top of my thumb, giving me an incredible thrill each and every time. I was trembling with lust. I wanted to move my hand higher, but I was afraid of overstepping. But then it occurred to me that Annie was my girl now. I don't know how I knew it, I just did. It gave me the confidence to cup her breast in my hand. She hummed and leaned her head against mine and squeezed my waist tighter. We walked that way for a while. I thrilled at the feel of her soft, squishy boob bouncing playfully in my fingers. I even felt her nipple getting harder against my palm. And the heft of her breast was amazing. The bulge in my lederhosen was pointing straight ahead.I could see the bright windows of her dorm getting closer over the treetops, and I knew this magical night would soon be over. This was a girl's only dorm. Boys weren't allowed in at any time. But she steered me off the path toward a huge thicket of bushes near the center of the park. Then she got down on her hands and knees and said, “Follow me, Hans.” She crawled into a dark opening in the branches, which I'd never noticed before. I followed. It was a dark and thorny little tunnel, but I could see her silhouette ahead of me, and I could hear the thorns scratching at the edges of her skirt. A chill of fear swept through me suddenly. Fear of the unknown, I guess. Fear of dark places.The thorny tunnel took a few twists and turns, but eventually I saw her crawling out into the moonlight ahead of me. She stood up and smiled at me as I climbed out of the tunnel into a small clearing in the center of the giant thicket. I wondered how many people knew about this secret place?We were totally alone. Moonlight twinkled in her eyes and we kissed again. She pulled me close, then pulled me over with her into a pile of leaves that had collected in the center of the clearing. We laughed. I kneeled over her, my legs straddling her thighs. I looked down, mystified by her beautiful moonlit face. She put her hands on her blouse and pulled the front of it down, all the while looking at me with an intensely trusting and intimate expression. She had a thin baby-blue bra under the blouse, through which I could see the dark circles of her areolas.She reached up and pulled my face down into her coppery cleavage, and I breathed in her powdery perfume and kissed her supple skin, in circling motions, hardly believing this was happening, until I was kissing her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She groaned in pleasure and suddenly pulled the front of her bra down, exposing her moonlit breasts to me. Her areolas were chocolate brown. I took one of her large nipples into my mouth and circled it with my tongue, and bit it lightly with my teeth, making her giggle. This was an absolute dream come true, but it was only getting better with each passing second.As I switched to kissing and licking her other breast, she opened her legs, and I shifted so I was kneeling between them. I lowered myself onto her, pressing my hard-on into her crotch, and began to grind myself against her, softly at first, but with growing urgency. She ran her fingers through my hair, then began to push my head downward. For a second I thought she wanted me to stop licking her boobs, but she kept pushing me down with one hand, while she pulled up her flouncy skirt with the other. Soon my face was inches away from her lacy blue panties. There was a large wet spot in the center of the blue lace. I saw it only for a second before she pulled my face down into her warm wet crotch. I was overwhelmed by the musky moistness of her. I'd caught a whiff of Briona the night she fucked Troy, but now that I was buried in an actual pussy, I took a deep breath of her animalistic aroma. Good grief, I loved it!I grabbed her suede-soft thighs with both hands and began kissing her pussy through the lacy fabric, licking the tender flesh of her labia on either side, which made her moan with delight. I worked my tongue around the edge of the panties, slowly pulling the edge of it inward, exposing more of her tender flesh. I felt her downy black pubic hairs tingling across my tongue. I pulled at them playfully with my lips. She laughed, then groaned. I teased her for a while, licking the left side, then the right, moving ever inward, but not all the way. She twisted about passionately trying to make me go further, but I playfully delayed, as much to entice her as to prolong the moment for me. This was, without doubt, the greatest night of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever. Finally she couldn't wait any longer, so she reached down and pulled her panties all the way open and pulled my face into her warm wet pussy. My nose buried itself in her downy bush, and my tongue slipped between her swollen lips. She tasted incredible.“Oh, liebchen…” she moaned, “that feels so good.”Although this was my first time, I'd listened to Briona's instructions as Troy ate her out, so I had a general idea of what to do. For the next half hour or more I ate Annie's sweet pussy with absolute abandon. I kissed and teased her, and tried to make her squirm and whimper with pleasure. I found I couldn't put my tongue very far into her vagina. There was a thin membrane just an inch inside her pussy lips. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was. Oh shit, that's her hymen! I recognized it from biology class. For some reason, because of her sexual confidence, I'd assumed Annie wasn't a virgin, exactly the opposite mistake I'd made from judging Briona. I chuckled, realizing that I was a terrible judge of things like that. But it didn't matter. I was touched that Annie trusted me to kiss her this way. I was careful not to lick her too vigorously. I knew from biology class that the hymen could be broken accidentally, and I certainly didn't want to be responsible for an unintentional defloration! So I concentrated most of my efforts on her tiny little clitoris. She loved it when I sucked it and swirled it with my tongue.After a while I discovered that her favorite thing was when I rubbed her pussy up and down with my entire face. I'd start with my nose buried between her quivering lips, then slide upward, so my nose and tongue went up her pussy until I could lift the little hood covering her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and flick that sensitive little nub before making my way back down. I went up and down this way, again and again, starting slowly but building up speed. My face was slick with her copious juices, which thrilled me to no end. She whimpered and gasped and groaned, and started saying, “Oh, god. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh yes…” And then, quite suddenly, her entire body tensed up like crazy, and she closed both of her thighs around my head and held me in a vice grip while she bucked and arched and clenched, squealing with an incredibly powerful orgasm. A splash of warm juices surged out of her pussy onto my face, startling me, and delighting me at the same time.Then I began licking and sucking her dripping wet pussy with gusto, swallowing her juices, and slurping her delicious clit. But after a few seconds of this she started banging my forehead with her palm, apparently too overwhelmed to be able to communicate vocally. I took the hint and left her over-stimulated clit alone. Annie's body remained as stiff as a board, and a deep trembling rolled through her thighs for two solid minutes. Finally she relaxed, and her thighs opened, releasing my head from the vice grip. She just lay there for the longest time, panting hard as if she'd just jogged a mile. I took the opportunity to finally take a good long look at her beautiful pussy in the moonlight. Every woman in the world has one, but Annie's was the first I'd seen this closely. I'd seen Briona's but she was so hairy, I really hadn't been able to make out any details. But Annie's pussy only had a little oval tuft of silky black hair on top, and simple curving chocolate brown lips below, topped with a tiny little nub. I knew right then and there that for the rest of my life, Annie's vagina would be the one I'd judge all others by. It was simply too beautiful for words. An absolute work of art, just like every other square inch of her.I kissed her pussy lips gently this time, savoring the similarity of these lips to her other lips. After a while she tugged at my hair. So I crawled up and snuggled her in the leaves, my leg over her legs to keep them warm in the chilly October air. Slowly she came out of the post orgasmic state she'd been in for the last ten minutes. She looked at me with wide eyes and said, “Hans, I never did that before. That was an orgasm I guess. Wow.”“Yeah, wow!” I said, smiling. We kissed. She backed off and wrinkled her nose in distaste.“Is that what I taste like?”“Delicious.”“If you say so,” she said sardonically.“I do say so. Your pussy, my dear, is ze finest pussy in all ze fatherland. Yah, sweet nectar from Odin…”She kissed me to shut me up. We hugged and kissed sweetly for a long time, shivering against each other, neither of us wanting the night to end.There was a rustling in the bushes. We both tensed and listened intently for more. Was someone else crawling up the tunnel? Fear gripped us, but after a few minutes of deadly silence, I said, “Must have been a branch falling.”“Sorry,” she said, “I get easily spooked.”“I saw a ghost once.” She let this random bit of information sit there in the darkness. A cloud moved over the moon and suddenly we were plunged into pitch darkness. I could only, just barely, make out her sky blue eyes in the inky blackness.“A ghost?”“Yeah.”“There are no such things as ghosts.”She sighed, “Yeah, I know, but I saw one, so, I guess that's stupid, right?”My science brain now switched on, instinctively. “You know, I used to love ghost stories and paranormal stuff. But nobody has ever found scientific evidence that any of that stuff exists, in spite of millions of dollars spent on research, hundreds of independent studies, probably more. In the whole of human history, there's still no conclusive evidence that human consciousness survives death.”“I know. But it hasn't been disproved either.”“You can't prove a negative.”She laughed. “I know, Hans, I know. I told you it's stupid.”“So what's this ghost you saw? Could have been a dream, or a hallucination. They're more common than people think.”“Maybe.” She said. The cloud moved off the moon, and once again I could see her lovely bronze face. I could tell from her expression that she didn't want to tell me more. She'd given me a glimpse of her dark secret, but that was all I was going to get. She could let me lick her pussy, but the ghost story thing was a little too personal. Go figure.Perhaps as a way to change the topic, she rolled over to straddle me. In response my softened cock began to grow again. She looked down at me in the moonlight and said, “You know, Hans, you're quite lovely.”“Handsome, you mean”“Lovely. Handsome men don't wear lederhosen.”I was about to say something funny, but she began to grind herself on my hardening erection. A beautiful, lustful expression came over her sweet face. She inched herself slowly down my body, and I watched her as she unbuttoned the buttons on the front of my lederhosen. There were a lot of them, and it would have been amusing except I was suddenly aware that she intended to touch my cock. I got lightheaded with amazement and lust. One of the great dreams of my life was about to come true, and I tried to commit the sight of Annie unbuttoning me to memory. My underwear-clad cock began to emerge more and more with each button, rising up to her grinning face, eager to meet her, to shake hands, to say hello. She tickled the tip of it playfully, amused at the way it jumped with each touch.“Little Hans wants out. Should I let him?”“Yes Fraulein. Zat would be lovely.” I tried to be funny and cool, but my voice cracked with tension.She pulled the band of my underwear down, and my cock sprang up in front of her face, looking quite impressive in the moonlight, if I may say so myself. Her eyes twinkled at the sight of it. “I stand corrected. Not little Hans. BIG Hans!” I'm glad she'd never seen Troy's cock! Then she touched my cock with her fingers, sending shivers up and down my spine. She began to bat it with her fist, making it bob about playfully. She'd obviously never seen a penis before, because she was utterly fascinated. She stroked it gently, and rolled my furry balls in her fingertips, giggling at the strange feel of me. I was in absolute heaven by this point. And when she leaned down and kissed the underside of my cock with her beautiful lips, my heart skipped a beat. She kissed it again and again, and the more she kissed it, the harder it got, which I didn't even think was possible. Finally she opened her mouth and the tip slipped between her warm, wet lips. I felt her teeth, her lips, her tongue, but mostly I saw. Really, it was the sight of her mouth, her beautiful, rosy mouth, wrapped around this most intimate part of me, which made my heart do loop-de-loops.She tongued me and kissed me and sucked me in a variety of ways. It was her turn now to experiment, and I loved every minute of it. After a while she unbuttoned my suspenders and pulled the shorts down, without bothering to take my boots off. She spread my thighs open and licked my furry balls, taking them into her mouth, while stroking my turgid shaft with her soft fingers. She was clumsy and inexperienced, but I didn't know better. It was perfect as far as I was concerned. I just laid back and let her service me, amazed at how much she got into it. She kept looking up at me with her baby blue eyes as she slobbered all over my cock, which was truly mind-blowing. I'd daydreamed about blowjobs for years, but the reality was so much better. I mean, this was literally one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen in my life, and she was sucking my cock. It was beyond wonderful. It was life altering.After only a few minutes of her wonderful mouth bobbing up and down on my cock, I began to feel the telltale signs of impending orgasm. “Oh shit, Annie, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up.”She looked up at me and said, “I want to feel you cum in my mouth, Hans. Is that okay?”I nodded, dazed with excitement. Then she sucked and slurped, putting her limber neck into it, and rolling my balls with her fingertips. The underside of my cock became so sensitive that I could feel every taste bud on her magical tongue. Then I felt a hot burst in my nuts, and I began to buck and writhe with the most incredible orgasm I'd ever felt. She kept sucking and jerking as I shot my seed into her mouth. Her cheeks quickly became distended, and cum began to ooze past her lips down my cock. Then I saw her gulping, and I realized she was actually swallowing my cum.I didn't get soft for a second, so she just swallowed and kept on sucking. Sure, my cock was so sensitive by this time that it almost felt painful being in her mouth, but I put up with the pain because I didn't want it to end. I had no idea when or if I'd ever get another blowjob. Happily I got over the hypersensitivity after a few minutes, and she continued to suck and slurp for another ten or fifteen minutes until I thought I was probably on the verge of cumming again.But then Annie suddenly sat up and grabbed her purse. My heart sank. I was certain she was going to check her watch and say it was time to go home. But instead she pulled out a little wrapper and clumsily tore it open. My head nearly exploded when I realized what she was doing. I'd totally forgotten to bring my condom with me. Thank God Annie was more organized than me. She tried to put it on my cock, but it was too dark to see that she was putting it on inside out. We both laughed as she yanked the stretchy rubber on my throbbing shaft. It was so hilarious that it almost took my mind off what was about to happen.Eventually she got the condom over about half my phallus, and said, “Well, that's as good as it gets, I guess!” Then she stepped out of her panties and squatted over me. I reached up and our fingers interlocked. I was filled with the most amazing love for Annie as she lowered her muff onto my pole. Then before I knew it, I felt the head of my scepter pushing against the tender flesh of her hymen. She paused, our eyes locked on each other. We both knew this was an important moment and should be savored. Then she lowered herself, with a deep groan, and popped her cherry on me. She slid all the way down with a throaty gasp, until I was totally immersed in her tight pussy. She sat there for a minute or two, and we looked at each other smiling. It was over. We were no longer virgins.“High five.” I said.We high-fived each other, smiling like crazy.I was thrilled with the thought that half of my cock, the part uncovered by the condom, was touching the inside of her sweet tunnel. She slowly lifted herself, then lowered herself. She was so tight around me, I might as well not have been wearing a condom. It was incredible.She moaned, “Oh fuck, Hans. You feel so big. Oh god. Oh god. What a great cock. Thank you. Thank you for this, Hans.”I was actually fucking a gorgeous half-Brazilian hottie in a pile of leaves, and she was actually thanking me. I looked up at her in wonder. The moonlight was glinting on her dark, shiny braids. As she slowly lifted herself up again her gorgeous lips opened to emit a moan of transcendent pleasure. I was moved more than words can convey.I blurted, “I love you.” Her blue eyes opened wide, and for a moment I was worried that I'd made a mistake. But then she began to pump her body up and down on me with crazy abandon, her eyes locked to mine, as she gave off beautiful, throaty moans.“Oh, oh, oh. You feel so good inside me. Oh yeah. So good. Goddamned fucking fantastic! Oh Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Soon she was pounding herself on me faster, making the leaves rustle and bounce into the air. I reached up and yanked the front of her bra down, releasing her large brown breasts again. They looked amazing, bobbing and bouncing in the moonlight with those dark brown areolas flying up and down in a blur. Then I began to arch my pelvis in rhythm with her movements, rising up to meet her with each downstroke. The bare skin of our pelvises began slapping wetly together again and again. She was so wet, I could feel her juices dripping down my balls.Suddenly, a sharp, spine-tingling, high-pitched groan came from the bushes to our left. We froze in primal fear. I felt every hair on my headstand erect, and Annie's pussy tightened like a clamp around my shaft. After a few moments of silence, the bushes rustled, as if something was moving slowly around the edge of the clearing. It groaned again, weirder this time, sounding almost human, but I was certain it had to be an animal. Annie's face was contorted in terror. She pulled off me, and plopped to her hands and knees.She whispered desperately, “Come on. Fuck me Hans. Hurry up.”I couldn't believe she wanted to keep going. I wanted to run. As a matter of fact, I was scared shitless. But there she was, kneeling with her skirt bundled up, exposing her beautiful brown ass to the moonlight. I kneeled behind her and slowly slid my cock into her tight, trembling canal, while she looked at the bushes, following the eerie rustling sounds with her head. Man, oh, man, her hips felt good in my hands, and her pussy felt incredible around my cock. I began to pound her hard and fast, trying to work her up to another quivering orgasm. I felt myself building up to one too, but I was able to put it off longer than I normally could have, because my abdomen was clenched into a tight little fist of fear. But after thirty, forty, fifty strokes, she let out a little choking gasp, and warm juices surged out of her all around my shaft, splashing loudly into the leaves between her knees.At the moment of her climax a huge black flying thing burst out of the edge of the clearing and flew right at us then up out of sight making us both Scream! Right then I began to ejaculate, spurred on by fear and the shivering, quivering spasms that were rolling through her pussy and thighs. My orgasm seemed to go on and on for minutes, as I continued thrusting and squirting shot after shot into that wonderful girl. Or, into the condom, I should say.When my spasms finally ended, I pulled out of her and plopped into the leaves next to her. She crawled on top of me and whispered into my ear, “I love you too. Now let's get the hell out of here.”I yanked the fully loaded condom from my penis, and tossed it into the leaves, then we dressed hastily, laughing like idiots, and crawled in terror through the tunnel. Then we sprinted breathlessly, hand in hand through the park to her dorm. We didn't look back until we got through the doors in the foyer. I swear, it felt as something was chasing us the whole way, but when we turned to look out the glass doors, nothing was there but the cold October dawn. The sky was glowing with the first rays of morning light. We laughed and breathlessly talked about what an amazing night we'd had! But what the hell was that thing? We agreed it must have been a bird. What else could it have been?Only then did we realize that she'd bled a bit from her broken hymen. The brown crotch of my lederhosen had splashes of dark crimson, and her flowery skirt and white stockings were spattered too. But we both laughed, happy that the lobby was deserted at this hour. We held onto each other in the foyer until the morning sun broke over the treetops, casting October orange light on her bronze face, and filling her blue eyes with wonder. She was even more stunning than ever. We stood up and I kissed her goodnight, or good morning I guess. But before she went inside, I haltingly said, “Uh, do you think, that you'd like to, uh, go out with me again?”She smiled as if I'd just asked her the dumbest question in the world. “I'm your girlfriend, stupid.”My heart soared. I have a girlfriend!by CBSummers, for Literotica 

Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2Hans finds his confidence and the fraulein, too.Based on the post by cb summers, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.PART TWO – October 6, 1992Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my grandfather's irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me which I didn't normally possess. I put my arm around this hot, blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah, and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen, Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly. Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock en suck en.”Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,” then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead's soft little hand.Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she's an actual ho!” I clicked my heels together, and kissed Heidi's hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von Kitten licker.” Muschi, who had short black hair and snow-white skin, leaned forward and presented her cheek to me, so I kissed it, laying my lips on the second female of my life. Her skin was as soft as silk.Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles painted on her cheeks, saying, “And, finally, mein beste freunden, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein, the third.” Hildegard laughed, then turned and wiggled her ass at me. I bowed deeply and said, “Very nice to meet you, Herr Fuck me up the ass en stein.” She wiggled her ass again, right in my face, so I leaned down a little farther and kissed her right on her behind, and the crowd went wild. I was surprising the shit out of myself. My grandfather's DNA was having a field day with my confidence. I raised my oversized prop stein, and shouted, “Beer! Ve must haff beer!”Helga had an identical stein, and so we filled them together from the keg and chugged them while everyone clapped, until they were empty. I saw that beer was leaking out of her defective stein and dripping all over her glorious, copper colored cleavage, making her white top wet enough for me to see the lacy blue bra she was wearing under it. Oh shit. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. She caught me looking, but instead of getting mad, she just looked down at her breasts and said, “Oops. I can be zo clumzy zometimes, liebchen! You know how I am!” She ran her fingers over her soaked cleavage.I don't know what came over me, but I took her wrist in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob en schtein.” And I wrapped my lips around her fingertips and licked them dry of beer. She just stared at me with the biggest smile on her face, and her eyes twinkling. My god! Who was I?I had no idea what to do next, but some joker saved me by playing a polka on the stereo. Without missing a beat, Helga shouted, “Shall ve dance, mein liebchen?” She didn't even wait for me to answer. She just grabbed my hand and dragged me to the middle of the floor and we started to polka.I'd been to a few polkas when I was a kid, so I knew the basic moves, and a few of the special ones, and I guess Helga had been to a few polkas too, because she kept right up with me. Soon, everyone was clapping and cheering and snapping photographs, and at least ten others, who knew how to polka, joined in, including Heidi Ho! Where a black girl learned to polka is anybody's guess. When the song finally ended, I lifted my stein and shouted the traditional Oktoberfest starting cheer, which for some reason popped to mind even though I thought I'd forgotten it years ago “O' zapft is! The Keg Is Tapped! Let Oktoberfest Begin!”After the ear-splitting cheer, the music switched back to hip hop, and the lights dimmed, and the disco lights began to flash, and soon Helga and I were dancing in the center of a crowd, this time gyrating like fools, just like everyone else on the dance floor. By the third song, I was utterly smitten with her. She had such a bold, fearless spirit, that I just let all of my nerdy inhibitions go, and danced, not caring how stupid I looked, because my eyes were glued to her. Her breasts. Her coppery face. Her stunning, sky-blue eyes. And she was looking right back at me, sometimes smiling, but sometimes with an expression on her face that reminded me of the expression I'd seen on Briona's face while Troy was fucking her. Damn. Helga was giving me sex face! It was unbelievably cool!The third song was a raunchy rap song that was bit that year, Baby Got Back, and suddenly Heidi Ho, Helga's black friend, appeared in front of me and started grinding her ass against my crotch. I'd never danced like this before, but there were other couples doing it, so I put my hands on her hips and grinded away. I started to get a boner, so I turned around, afraid she might feel it. But then Gertruda Cocken sucken, an adorable freckle-faced girl, with vivid red hair, started grinding her ass into my crotch instead, apparently unconcerned about the fact that I was rubbing my erection against her. Or maybe even enjoying it! It was an incredible feeling. Then Heidi put her arms around me from behind, and started grinding her crotch against my ass, and now I was sandwiched between two Bavarian hotties, feeling Heidi's firm tits rubbing all over my back. My mind was now officially blown. But I rolled with it. Why the fuck not? It was Oktoberfest!Midnight in the campus park.Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched with Gertruda, and now I was feeling Helga's large, coppery tits flopping back and forth across my back. Hildegard was a bit drunk by this time, so she leaned forward and started rubbing her ass up and down, grinding her pussy against my cock, making it look exactly like I was fucking her. She even started making orgasmic sounds. And I realized that in all likelihood, my cock was actually rubbing against more than just her ass. In fact, it might be rubbing right against her tight little pussy! Shit, this was getting way out of hand! Then I noticed that the older sisters in her sorority were watching us with great amusement. Maybe this was part of their initiation ceremony. But I didn't care. If she wanted to dry hump me in a room full of people, more power to her. She even grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her tits! Oh shit! They weren't all that big, but I could feel the hard lumps of her nipples bouncing under my fingers as I squeezed her little grapefruits.I began to feel the warning signs of an impending orgasm coming on strong. Oh my god, I was going to blow my load feeling the first tits of my life! But at just the last minute, the final girl in Helga's harem, Muschi von Kittenlicker, pushed Hildegard aside, but instead of grinding her ass against mine, she faced me and started gyrating against me in time with Helga behind me. Now two sexy women were rubbing her tits against me, and my cock got enough of a reprieve that my urge to cum faded mercifully away.Muschi's paper pale face was flush with devastating sexiness, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking past me at Helga. And in spite of how much I was enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime experience, I think I detected pure infatuation in Muschi's expression. She didn't make eye contact with me even once, but she kept licking her lips as if she wanted to kiss someone. I bent toward her, suddenly excited about kissing another girl, but she just shifted to the other side, her eyes staring past me, and looking down at Helga's ample cleavage. Oh shit, she wants to kiss her friend! I turned to look at Helga's beautiful copper colored face in the flashing disco light, but she appeared to be totally unaware of Muschi's lustful looks.The song changed, and now all the Bavarian girls crowded around me and began to rub their bodies and asses, all over me. It was dark, and the lights were flashing, and I had no idea who was who, but my hand definitely squeezed another girl's breast for a few seconds, maybe Heidi Ho's and I also fondled a couple of their asses, running my fingers over their delightful ass-cracks. It was almost like I was in some kind of fully clothed orgy!But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein. She grinned back at me as she pulled me out the front door, leaving her friends behind, obviously sick of sharing me with them. She wanted me all to herself. That was just fine with me. It was getting pretty weird anyway. Helga and I ran hand in hand through the campus, laughing like lunatics. I suppose the beer had gone to our heads, because we were utterly silly with hilarity. I never was much of a drinker. When we'd run ourselves tired, we sat down on a bench, still holding hands.After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice, “I lied to you earlier, my name's not really Helga Boobenschtein.”“Ach du lieber! I'm shocked! Is it Boobenschteen after all?”She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don't look German!”“No, my mother's Brazilian. I got my black hair and dark skin from her. But I learned to polka from my dad. He also gave me these eyes.” Indeed, her eyes were the most amazing baby-blue color I'd ever seen. They almost glowed against her copper colored face.“Well, I have a surprise for you too. I'm not really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That's too perfect!”“My grandpa's from Austria, and my grandma from my mother's side is Bavarian.”“Oh my god. What are the odds that two half-Germans would meet at an Oktoberfest party in Illinois, dressed in matching costumes? It's a good thing I don't believe in fate, or I'd say it was fate.”I laughed, “I don't believe in fate, either, but show me the evidence, and I'll be happy to reconsider. But in any large sampling, like life, coincidences are bound to happen. And they have to happen to somebody. In this case, to us.”“Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking about science. That's what had derailed my date with Briona. So instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”She blushed. “I'm sorry about the girls. They're a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi, her real name is Barbara. She's a lesbian.”“Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the hot for you, Annie.”Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her I'm not into it, but she just won't give up. But I love her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn't you?”I had no words for how much I'd enjoyed our dance. So I just blushed and smiled.She laughed and squeezed my hand, giving me a strange erotic thrill. Then she said, “I've seen you around the labs. What's your major?”“General science.”She grinned, “Yeah? I might do that too, but I'm just a freshman. I'm taking a bunch of different classes this year until I figure out what my passion is. But it's definitely in the sciences. I love science. I love science. I'm taking this biology class right now, and we're learning all about the…”As she bubbled with enthusiasm about biology, her face absolutely glowed, in spite of her dark skin. She just seemed to radiate a luminosity that filled my heart with a feeling so powerful that I was on the verge of laughter or tears. I had the overpowering urge to tell her how much I loved science too, but remembering how things went with Briona, I did something else instead.I kissed her.It was a sudden impulse, perhaps inspired by Grandpa's mischievous DNA, and I acted on it without getting hung up by my normal crippling uncertainty. I didn't even wait for her to finish her current sentence. I just leaned toward her and planted my lips on hers. She didn't push me away or slap my face. Instead, she threw her arms around me, pulled me closer on the bench, and kissed me back, deeply, passionately, lustfully as if she'd been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her mouth opened and our tongues began to polka. This sweet, funny, brainy girl was a seething well of passion under that fun-loving surface. She was moaning into my mouth in no time at all, clearly enjoying this amazing kiss every bit as much as me.We must have made quite a tableau in our costumes, making out like crazy on a bench in the center of the quad, illuminated by a nearby streetlight. I could hear people walking by, occasionally snickering or making crude comments. But I didn't care. This was my first French kiss, and I had no intention of letting embarrassment cut it short. And the longer we kissed, the more I dialed out the rest of the world, until there was only the two of us, and our tongues, and our lips, and our hearts.Suddenly she turned and straddled me, and I enjoyed the feel of her breasts heaving against my chest. By this time I had a massive erection, so I held her back a bit, to prevent her from feeling it.She started shivering, and said, “My legs are freezing”. I took that as an invitation to help warm them up, so I put my hands on her calves, which were splayed out on the bench on my left and right. Some girls, like Muschi, have baby-soft skin, but not Annie. Her skin felt thick and smooth and was covered with a soft, almost invisible peach fuzz. The feel of her flesh made my cock throb with desire. I'd never felt anything so amazing in my life. It felt like suede leather, only softer and suppler.She began humming happily in my mouth as I rubbed her calves. I moved my hands up higher, my fingers slipping under the edge of her skirt to rub her soft thighs. Then with each stroke of my hands, I went a little higher under her skirt. I expected her to tell me to stop at any moment, but she didn't. Finally my fingertips touched the edge of her panties, and a few strokes later my hands were all the way onto her ass, cheeks, squeezing them through the soft, stretchy cotton of her undies. She giggled, but she didn't make me stop. I loved the feel of her ass wiggling under my hands as she laughed.Then, unexpectedly, she slid forward on my lap, pressing her crotch against my hard on. She gave a lustful little gasp, as did I. I couldn't believe how well this was going! The only thing separating my cock from her pussy was a few thin layers of fabric. It was insanely erotic, and all the while we explored each other's mouths with our tongues, absolutely breathless with passion.We kissed and kissed and kissed in this position for the longest time. The campus clock struck 1, then 2. I couldn't believe we'd been at it for so long. But I knew it couldn't last forever. There were classes tomorrow and we were both dedicated students. So, reluctantly, we pulled back and just looked into each other's eyes for a while. I found that to be ten times more intimate than kissing. For the first time in my life, I could look into a woman's eyes without glancing away nervously after a few seconds. I could look into Annie's baby-blue eyes forever.Carnal Knowledge In the Woods.She said, “Would you care to escort me back to my dorm, liebchen?”“But of course, fraulein.” I was sad when she squirmed off my lap. I had the sinking feeling that this was a one shot deal. In the light of day she'd notice how crooked my teeth were. She'd notice my acne scars and wiry hair. But we walked, hand in hand, like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I started to think, maybe, just maybe, a second date?She led me on a roundabout route, rather than the direct way to her dorm. It took us into the dimly lit park next to Davenport ravine, which was totally deserted. We waded through drifts of fallen leaves. I put my arm around her waist and snuggled her close. My palm was tucked right under her right breast, which would occasionally bounce down against the top of my thumb, giving me an incredible thrill each and every time. I was trembling with lust. I wanted to move my hand higher, but I was afraid of overstepping. But then it occurred to me that Annie was my girl now. I don't know how I knew it, I just did. It gave me the confidence to cup her breast in my hand. She hummed and leaned her head against mine and squeezed my waist tighter. We walked that way for a while. I thrilled at the feel of her soft, squishy boob bouncing playfully in my fingers. I even felt her nipple getting harder against my palm. And the heft of her breast was amazing. The bulge in my lederhosen was pointing straight ahead.I could see the bright windows of her dorm getting closer over the treetops, and I knew this magical night would soon be over. This was a girl's only dorm. Boys weren't allowed in at any time. But she steered me off the path toward a huge thicket of bushes near the center of the park. Then she got down on her hands and knees and said, “Follow me, Hans.” She crawled into a dark opening in the branches, which I'd never noticed before. I followed. It was a dark and thorny little tunnel, but I could see her silhouette ahead of me, and I could hear the thorns scratching at the edges of her skirt. A chill of fear swept through me suddenly. Fear of the unknown, I guess. Fear of dark places.The thorny tunnel took a few twists and turns, but eventually I saw her crawling out into the moonlight ahead of me. She stood up and smiled at me as I climbed out of the tunnel into a small clearing in the center of the giant thicket. I wondered how many people knew about this secret place?We were totally alone. Moonlight twinkled in her eyes and we kissed again. She pulled me close, then pulled me over with her into a pile of leaves that had collected in the center of the clearing. We laughed. I kneeled over her, my legs straddling her thighs. I looked down, mystified by her beautiful moonlit face. She put her hands on her blouse and pulled the front of it down, all the while looking at me with an intensely trusting and intimate expression. She had a thin baby-blue bra under the blouse, through which I could see the dark circles of her areolas.She reached up and pulled my face down into her coppery cleavage, and I breathed in her powdery perfume and kissed her supple skin, in circling motions, hardly believing this was happening, until I was kissing her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She groaned in pleasure and suddenly pulled the front of her bra down, exposing her moonlit breasts to me. Her areolas were chocolate brown. I took one of her large nipples into my mouth and circled it with my tongue, and bit it lightly with my teeth, making her giggle. This was an absolute dream come true, but it was only getting better with each passing second.As I switched to kissing and licking her other breast, she opened her legs, and I shifted so I was kneeling between them. I lowered myself onto her, pressing my hard-on into her crotch, and began to grind myself against her, softly at first, but with growing urgency. She ran her fingers through my hair, then began to push my head downward. For a second I thought she wanted me to stop licking her boobs, but she kept pushing me down with one hand, while she pulled up her flouncy skirt with the other. Soon my face was inches away from her lacy blue panties. There was a large wet spot in the center of the blue lace. I saw it only for a second before she pulled my face down into her warm wet crotch. I was overwhelmed by the musky moistness of her. I'd caught a whiff of Briona the night she fucked Troy, but now that I was buried in an actual pussy, I took a deep breath of her animalistic aroma. Good grief, I loved it!I grabbed her suede-soft thighs with both hands and began kissing her pussy through the lacy fabric, licking the tender flesh of her labia on either side, which made her moan with delight. I worked my tongue around the edge of the panties, slowly pulling the edge of it inward, exposing more of her tender flesh. I felt her downy black pubic hairs tingling across my tongue. I pulled at them playfully with my lips. She laughed, then groaned. I teased her for a while, licking the left side, then the right, moving ever inward, but not all the way. She twisted about passionately trying to make me go further, but I playfully delayed, as much to entice her as to prolong the moment for me. This was, without doubt, the greatest night of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever. Finally she couldn't wait any longer, so she reached down and pulled her panties all the way open and pulled my face into her warm wet pussy. My nose buried itself in her downy bush, and my tongue slipped between her swollen lips. She tasted incredible.“Oh, liebchen…” she moaned, “that feels so good.”Although this was my first time, I'd listened to Briona's instructions as Troy ate her out, so I had a general idea of what to do. For the next half hour or more I ate Annie's sweet pussy with absolute abandon. I kissed and teased her, and tried to make her squirm and whimper with pleasure. I found I couldn't put my tongue very far into her vagina. There was a thin membrane just an inch inside her pussy lips. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was. Oh shit, that's her hymen! I recognized it from biology class. For some reason, because of her sexual confidence, I'd assumed Annie wasn't a virgin, exactly the opposite mistake I'd made from judging Briona. I chuckled, realizing that I was a terrible judge of things like that. But it didn't matter. I was touched that Annie trusted me to kiss her this way. I was careful not to lick her too vigorously. I knew from biology class that the hymen could be broken accidentally, and I certainly didn't want to be responsible for an unintentional defloration! So I concentrated most of my efforts on her tiny little clitoris. She loved it when I sucked it and swirled it with my tongue.After a while I discovered that her favorite thing was when I rubbed her pussy up and down with my entire face. I'd start with my nose buried between her quivering lips, then slide upward, so my nose and tongue went up her pussy until I could lift the little hood covering her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and flick that sensitive little nub before making my way back down. I went up and down this way, again and again, starting slowly but building up speed. My face was slick with her copious juices, which thrilled me to no end. She whimpered and gasped and groaned, and started saying, “Oh, god. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh yes…” And then, quite suddenly, her entire body tensed up like crazy, and she closed both of her thighs around my head and held me in a vice grip while she bucked and arched and clenched, squealing with an incredibly powerful orgasm. A splash of warm juices surged out of her pussy onto my face, startling me, and delighting me at the same time.Then I began licking and sucking her dripping wet pussy with gusto, swallowing her juices, and slurping her delicious clit. But after a few seconds of this she started banging my forehead with her palm, apparently too overwhelmed to be able to communicate vocally. I took the hint and left her over-stimulated clit alone. Annie's body remained as stiff as a board, and a deep trembling rolled through her thighs for two solid minutes. Finally she relaxed, and her thighs opened, releasing my head from the vice grip. She just lay there for the longest time, panting hard as if she'd just jogged a mile. I took the opportunity to finally take a good long look at her beautiful pussy in the moonlight. Every woman in the world has one, but Annie's was the first I'd seen this closely. I'd seen Briona's but she was so hairy, I really hadn't been able to make out any details. But Annie's pussy only had a little oval tuft of silky black hair on top, and simple curving chocolate brown lips below, topped with a tiny little nub. I knew right then and there that for the rest of my life, Annie's vagina would be the one I'd judge all others by. It was simply too beautiful for words. An absolute work of art, just like every other square inch of her.I kissed her pussy lips gently this time, savoring the similarity of these lips to her other lips. After a while she tugged at my hair. So I crawled up and snuggled her in the leaves, my leg over her legs to keep them warm in the chilly October air. Slowly she came out of the post orgasmic state she'd been in for the last ten minutes. She looked at me with wide eyes and said, “Hans, I never did that before. That was an orgasm I guess. Wow.”“Yeah, wow!” I said, smiling. We kissed. She backed off and wrinkled her nose in distaste.“Is that what I taste like?”“Delicious.”“If you say so,” she said sardonically.“I do say so. Your pussy, my dear, is ze finest pussy in all ze fatherland. Yah, sweet nectar from Odin…”She kissed me to shut me up. We hugged and kissed sweetly for a long time, shivering against each other, neither of us wanting the night to end.There was a rustling in the bushes. We both tensed and listened intently for more. Was someone else crawling up the tunnel? Fear gripped us, but after a few minutes of deadly silence, I said, “Must have been a branch falling.”“Sorry,” she said, “I get easily spooked.”“I saw a ghost once.” She let this random bit of information sit there in the darkness. A cloud moved over the moon and suddenly we were plunged into pitch darkness. I could only, just barely, make out her sky blue eyes in the inky blackness.“A ghost?”“Yeah.”“There are no such things as ghosts.”She sighed, “Yeah, I know, but I saw one, so, I guess that's stupid, right?”My science brain now switched on, instinctively. “You know, I used to love ghost stories and paranormal stuff. But nobody has ever found scientific evidence that any of that stuff exists, in spite of millions of dollars spent on research, hundreds of independent studies, probably more. In the whole of human history, there's still no conclusive evidence that human consciousness survives death.”“I know. But it hasn't been disproved either.”“You can't prove a negative.”She laughed. “I know, Hans, I know. I told you it's stupid.”“So what's this ghost you saw? Could have been a dream, or a hallucination. They're more common than people think.”“Maybe.” She said. The cloud moved off the moon, and once again I could see her lovely bronze face. I could tell from her expression that she didn't want to tell me more. She'd given me a glimpse of her dark secret, but that was all I was going to get. She could let me lick her pussy, but the ghost story thing was a little too personal. Go figure.Perhaps as a way to change the topic, she rolled over to straddle me. In response my softened cock began to grow again. She looked down at me in the moonlight and said, “You know, Hans, you're quite lovely.”“Handsome, you mean”“Lovely. Handsome men don't wear lederhosen.”I was about to say something funny, but she began to grind herself on my hardening erection. A beautiful, lustful expression came over her sweet face. She inched herself slowly down my body, and I watched her as she unbuttoned the buttons on the front of my lederhosen. There were a lot of them, and it would have been amusing except I was suddenly aware that she intended to touch my cock. I got lightheaded with amazement and lust. One of the great dreams of my life was about to come true, and I tried to commit the sight of Annie unbuttoning me to memory. My underwear-clad cock began to emerge more and more with each button, rising up to her grinning face, eager to meet her, to shake hands, to say hello. She tickled the tip of it playfully, amused at the way it jumped with each touch.“Little Hans wants out. Should I let him?”“Yes Fraulein. Zat would be lovely.” I tried to be funny and cool, but my voice cracked with tension.She pulled the band of my underwear down, and my cock sprang up in front of her face, looking quite impressive in the moonlight, if I may say so myself. Her eyes twinkled at the sight of it. “I stand corrected. Not little Hans. BIG Hans!” I'm glad she'd never seen Troy's cock! Then she touched my cock with her fingers, sending shivers up and down my spine. She began to bat it with her fist, making it bob about playfully. She'd obviously never seen a penis before, because she was utterly fascinated. She stroked it gently, and rolled my furry balls in her fingertips, giggling at the strange feel of me. I was in absolute heaven by this point. And when she leaned down and kissed the underside of my cock with her beautiful lips, my heart skipped a beat. She kissed it again and again, and the more she kissed it, the harder it got, which I didn't even think was possible. Finally she opened her mouth and the tip slipped between her warm, wet lips. I felt her teeth, her lips, her tongue, but mostly I saw. Really, it was the sight of her mouth, her beautiful, rosy mouth, wrapped around this most intimate part of me, which made my heart do loop-de-loops.She tongued me and kissed me and sucked me in a variety of ways. It was her turn now to experiment, and I loved every minute of it. After a while she unbuttoned my suspenders and pulled the shorts down, without bothering to take my boots off. She spread my thighs open and licked my furry balls, taking them into her mouth, while stroking my turgid shaft with her soft fingers. She was clumsy and inexperienced, but I didn't know better. It was perfect as far as I was concerned. I just laid back and let her service me, amazed at how much she got into it. She kept looking up at me with her baby blue eyes as she slobbered all over my cock, which was truly mind-blowing. I'd daydreamed about blowjobs for years, but the reality was so much better. I mean, this was literally one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen in my life, and she was sucking my cock. It was beyond wonderful. It was life altering.After only a few minutes of her wonderful mouth bobbing up and down on my cock, I began to feel the telltale signs of impending orgasm. “Oh shit, Annie, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up.”She looked up at me and said, “I want to feel you cum in my mouth, Hans. Is that okay?”I nodded, dazed with excitement. Then she sucked and slurped, putting her limber neck into it, and rolling my balls with her fingertips. The underside of my cock became so sensitive that I could feel every taste bud on her magical tongue. Then I felt a hot burst in my nuts, and I began to buck and writhe with the most incredible orgasm I'd ever felt. She kept sucking and jerking as I shot my seed into her mouth. Her cheeks quickly became distended, and cum began to ooze past her lips down my cock. Then I saw her gulping, and I realized she was actually swallowing my cum.I didn't get soft for a second, so she just swallowed and kept on sucking. Sure, my cock was so sensitive by this time that it almost felt painful being in her mouth, but I put up with the pain because I didn't want it to end. I had no idea when or if I'd ever get another blowjob. Happily I got over the hypersensitivity after a few minutes, and she continued to suck and slurp for another ten or fifteen minutes until I thought I was probably on the verge of cumming again.But then Annie suddenly sat up and grabbed her purse. My heart sank. I was certain she was going to check her watch and say it was time to go home. But instead she pulled out a little wrapper and clumsily tore it open. My head nearly exploded when I realized what she was doing. I'd totally forgotten to bring my condom with me. Thank God Annie was more organized than me. She tried to put it on my cock, but it was too dark to see that she was putting it on inside out. We both laughed as she yanked the stretchy rubber on my throbbing shaft. It was so hilarious that it almost took my mind off what was about to happen.Eventually she got the condom over about half my phallus, and said, “Well, that's as good as it gets, I guess!” Then she stepped out of her panties and squatted over me. I reached up and our fingers interlocked. I was filled with the most amazing love for Annie as she lowered her muff onto my pole. Then before I knew it, I felt the head of my scepter pushing against the tender flesh of her hymen. She paused, our eyes locked on each other. We both knew this was an important moment and should be savored. Then she lowered herself, with a deep groan, and popped her cherry on me. She slid all the way down with a throaty gasp, until I was totally immersed in her tight pussy. She sat there for a minute or two, and we looked at each other smiling. It was over. We were no longer virgins.“High five.” I said.We high-fived each other, smiling like crazy.I was thrilled with the thought that half of my cock, the part uncovered by the condom, was touching the inside of her sweet tunnel. She slowly lifted herself, then lowered herself. She was so tight around me, I might as well not have been wearing a condom. It was incredible.She moaned, “Oh fuck, Hans. You feel so big. Oh god. Oh god. What a great cock. Thank you. Thank you for this, Hans.”I was actually fucking a gorgeous half-Brazilian hottie in a pile of leaves, and she was actually thanking me. I looked up at her in wonder. The moonlight was glinting on her dark, shiny braids. As she slowly lifted herself up again her gorgeous lips opened to emit a moan of transcendent pleasure. I was moved more than words can convey.I blurted, “I love you.” Her blue eyes opened wide, and for a moment I was worried that I'd made a mistake. But then she began to pump her body up and down on me with crazy abandon, her eyes locked to mine, as she gave off beautiful, throaty moans.“Oh, oh, oh. You feel so good inside me. Oh yeah. So good. Goddamned fucking fantastic! Oh Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Soon she was pounding herself on me faster, making the leaves rustle and bounce into the air. I reached up and yanked the front of her bra down, releasing her large brown breasts again. They looked amazing, bobbing and bouncing in the moonlight with those dark brown areolas flying up and down in a blur. Then I began to arch my pelvis in rhythm with her movements, rising up to meet her with each downstroke. The bare skin of our pelvises began slapping wetly together again and again. She was so wet, I could feel her juices dripping down my balls.Suddenly, a sharp, spine-tingling, high-pitched groan came from the bushes to our left. We froze in primal fear. I felt every hair on my headstand erect, and Annie's pussy tightened like a clamp around my shaft. After a few moments of silence, the bushes rustled, as if something was moving slowly around the edge of the clearing. It groaned again, weirder this time, sounding almost human, but I was certain it had to be an animal. Annie's face was contorted in terror. She pulled off me, and plopped to her hands and knees.She whispered desperately, “Come on. Fuck me Hans. Hurry up.”I couldn't believe she wanted to keep going. I wanted to run. As a matter of fact, I was scared shitless. But there she was, kneeling with her skirt bundled up, exposing her beautiful brown ass to the moonlight. I kneeled behind her and slowly slid my cock into her tight, trembling canal, while she looked at the bushes, following the eerie rustling sounds with her head. Man, oh, man, her hips felt good in my hands, and her pussy felt incredible around my cock. I began to pound her hard and fast, trying to work her up to another quivering orgasm. I felt myself building up to one too, but I was able to put it off longer than I normally could have, because my abdomen was clenched into a tight little fist of fear. But after thirty, forty, fifty strokes, she let out a little choking gasp, and warm juices surged out of her all around my shaft, splashing loudly into the leaves between her knees.At the moment of her climax a huge black flying thing burst out of the edge of the clearing and flew right at us then up out of sight making us both Scream! Right then I began to ejaculate, spurred on by fear and the shivering, quivering spasms that were rolling through her pussy and thighs. My orgasm seemed to go on and on for minutes, as I continued thrusting and squirting shot after shot into that wonderful girl. Or, into the condom, I should say.When my spasms finally ended, I pulled out of her and plopped into the leaves next to her. She crawled on top of me and whispered into my ear, “I love you too. Now let's get the hell out of here.”I yanked the fully loaded condom from my penis, and tossed it into the leaves, then we dressed hastily, laughing like idiots, and crawled in terror through the tunnel. Then we sprinted breathlessly, hand in hand through the park to her dorm. We didn't look back until we got through the doors in the foyer. I swear, it felt as something was chasing us the whole way, but when we turned to look out the glass doors, nothing was there but the cold October dawn. The sky was glowing with the first rays of morning light. We laughed and breathlessly talked about what an amazing night we'd had! But what the hell was that thing? We agreed it must have been a bird. What else could it have been?Only then did we realize that she'd bled a bit from her broken hymen. The brown crotch of my lederhosen had splashes of dark crimson, and her flowery skirt and white stockings were spattered too. But we both laughed, happy that the lobby was deserted at this hour. We held onto each other in the foyer until the morning sun broke over the treetops, casting October orange light on her bronze face, and filling her blue eyes with wonder. She was even more stunning than ever. We stood up and I kissed her goodnight, or good morning I guess. But before she went inside, I haltingly said, “Uh, do you think, that you'd like to, uh, go out with me again?”She smiled as if I'd just asked her the dumbest question in the world. “I'm your girlfriend, stupid.”My heart soared. I have a girlfriend!by CBSummers, for Literotica 

Hoffnung ist heute eine heissbegehrte Mangelware. So stellen Thorsten und Andi auf dem RefLab-Podcast-Festival am 6. und 7. September 2025 in Zürich fest. Die beiden Podcaster erzählen zunächst die kleine Geschichte der Hoffnung. Denn Hoffnung hatte in der Vergangenheit öfters mal ein schlechtes Image und galt als kindlich, naiv und realitätsfremd. Ab Minute 36:00 dreht sich alles um christliche Hoffnung, die ihre Quelle in der Auferweckung Jesu Christi von den Toten hat. Aber wie entsteht Hoffnung für unsere Welt heute? Es genügt nicht zu sagen: «Ja, aber mit der Auferstehung Jesu hat eine neue Welt begonnen, alles wird gut.» Kirche sollte nicht lauthals behaupten, sie habe die Hoffnung, während es im Rest der Welt düster aussehe. Andi und Thorsten schlagen vor, die grossen und hochtönenden Hoffnungen erst mal auf Standby zu setzen. Stattdessen sprechen sie von den kleinen Schwestern der Hoffnung wie Trost- und Trotzkräfte, Stand- und Raumhalten. Es ist an der Zeit, die Fixierung auf ganz bestimmte Hoffnungsgüter zu lockern, um zu entdecken, dass Hoffnung mehr ist und tiefer geht. Sie ist eine Ahnung, ein Sinn für die Möglichkeit des Guten. Wenn der wach bleibt, fassen wir auch wieder konkrete Hoffnungen. Vielleicht nicht jetzt, aber eines Tages. 30 Minuten Bonusmaterial Diese Geist.Zeit-Folge ist länger als gewöhnlich. Denn das Publikum hat bei der live Aufnahme starke Fragen gestellt. Ab 01:00:30 beginnt daher eine halbstündige Q&A Session.

Ref.: Dr. Benedikt Michal, Übersetzer des Buches „Komm nach Hause von Brandon Vogt, St. Pölten, Österreich Kleine Kinder begleiten ihre Eltern meist noch recht selbstverständlich in die Kirche - aber im Jugendalter oder als junge Erwachsene wenden sich viele von den christlichen Traditionen in ihrem Elternhaus ab. Für gläubige Eltern ist das ein großer Schmerz und oft fragen sie sich, ob vielleicht sie etwas falsch gemacht haben. Der amerikanische Bestsellerautor Brandon Vogt hat sich in seinem Buch "Komm nach Hause" intensiv mit der Frage beschäftigt, warum junge Christen sich von Kirche und Glauben entfremden - und wie Eltern bzw. Großeltern konstruktiv mit ihren Anfragen und Zweifeln umgehen können. In unserem Partnersender Radio Maria Österreich hat der Übersetzer dieses Buches, Dr. Benedikt Michal, die Strategien vorgestellt, die Brandon Vogt zur Rückholung erwachsener Kinder und Enkel in die Kirche entwickelt hat. Wir wiederholen für Sie diese Reihe in sechs Sendungen jeden Samstag in der Lebenshilfe.

Nach einer weiteren Funkstille ist das hier wieder ein Lebenszeichen von mir.Kein Instagram mehr seit sechs Wochen. Keine Podcast-Folge seit Monaten.Und jetzt trennen Miri und ich uns nach sieben Jahren Beziehung.In dieser Folge nehme ich dich mit in meinen aktuellen Prozess. Miri und ich haben uns entschieden, getrennte Wege zu gehen – in Liebe, in Dankbarkeit, im Guten.Wir haben uns nicht getrennt, weil wir uns nicht mehr lieben.Sondern weil wir beide spüren: Wachstum braucht Raum.Ich spreche über unsere gemeinsame Reise, über Vertrauen, Veränderung und das Loslassen auf Augenhöhe – und warum genau darin so viel Kraft liegt.Außerdem erzähle ich dir, was mit meinem Instagram-Account passiert ist und wie es mit meinem Business weitergeht.Diese Folge ist ehrlich, roh und ein echtes Update aus meinem Herzen.Danke, dass du hier bist.Much love______________________________Deep Diving Podcasthttps://instagram.com/deep.diving.podcastDeep Diving Retreatshttps://instagram.com/deep.diving.retreatsFrederik Madlehttps://instagram.com/frederik.madlehttps://www.youtube.com/@frederik_madle

Tiere zu jagen ist spannend. Jemanden zu verfolgen, kann Spaß machen - vor allem, wenn man auf Seite der "Guten" steht, die gegen das "Böse" vorgehen. Justina Schreiber ist der menschlichen Lust am Beute machen auf der Spur.

Titel: Der Mutter Lied (1879, im Sammelband „Aus Nah und Fern“) – Johanna Spyri – 10 Kapitel Ort: ganz offensichtlich Hirzel mit dem Fluss "Sihl", der Geburtsort der Autorin, auch wenn die Orte "Oberholz", "Mittelstück" und "Unterholz" sowie der Fluss "Holzach" angegeben sind, die sich ansonsten nicht stichhaltig lokalisieren lassen. Der beschriebene Weinbau ist in der Region Zürich möglich. Beschreibung: Die Kinder von Oberholz sind neugierig auf den Jungen, der im Mittelstück zu ihnen gezogen ist. Er hat seltsame Kleidung an, aus Samt, und seine Mutter spielt Klavier. Dann müssen sie reich sein, oder nicht? Aber woher kommen sie? Haben sie vielleicht ein dunkles Geheimnis? Sally aus dem Pfarrhaus will es wissen. Aber auch der Bandenführer Churi hat seine Pläne mit Erick, und das sind keine Guten. Quelle: Verlag Diakonissenmutterhaus Aidlingen, Kreis Böblingen, o.J. Leser: Kai Buch (www.kaibuch.de) Autorin: Johanna Spyri, gebürtig Johanna Louise Heusser, geboren am 12. Juni 1827 in Hirzel, Kanton Zürich; gestorben am 7. Juli 1901 in Zürich. Spyri war eine Schweizer Jugendschriftstellerin und Schöpferin der bekannten Romanfigur Heidi. In den dreißig Jahren von 1871 bis zu ihrem Tod veröffentlichte sie 31 Bücher, 27 Erzählbände und 4 Broschüren, insgesamt 48 Erzählungen. Viele Bücher und Texte von ihr werfen einen kritischen, nichts beschönigenden Blick auf die Schweiz und auf die Lebensbedingungen der Menschen während der frühen Industrialisierung. Besonders das Schicksal der Kinder und jungen Frauen lag ihr am Herzen. Ihre Texte sind deshalb nicht nur von literarischem, sondern auch sozialgeschichtlichem Interesse. Zudem betont sie stets die Bedeutung des christlichen Glaubens für Leben und Sterben. Die Bibliothek des Schweizerischen Instituts für Kinder- und Jugendmedien SIKJM in Zürich beherbergt das Johanna-Spyri-Archiv und verwaltet den Nachlass. Konservatorisch empfindliche Dokumente werden in der Zentralbibliothek Zürich als Depositum aufbewahrt.

Der Historiker stellt in seinem aktuellen Buch die zentrale Frage: Wie konnte das geschehen?  Er schaut dabei in die Vergangenheit und schärft gleichzeitig den Blick auf die Gegenwart. Götz Aly ist zu Gast bei Simone Hulliger. In Deutschland spreche man oft von «den Nazis» und halte sich so den Schrecken auf Distanz. Aly beschreibt die Jahre 1933-1945 als ein Teufelspakt zwischen Volk und Führung. Ein Volk, das vorher und nachher nicht überdurchschnittlich kriminell war, dazwischen aber die grössten Mordtaten der Weltgeschichte begangen hatte. Aly erklärt, dass die Hitlerregierung auch bloss mit Wasser kochte und Mittel anwandte, die wir heute noch kennen. Hitler kam dank der Demokratie an die Macht. Man dürfe nie vergessen, dass auch das abgrundtief Böse aus dem immer Guten entstehen kann. Link zum Buch: https://www.fischerverlage.de/buch/goetz-aly-wie-konnte-das-geschehen-deutschland-1933-bis-1945-9783103973648

In dieser Folge sprechen Joscha und Sako über eine F-Jugend, die im Chaos versinkt: ständige Trainerwechsel, Leistungsgefälle in der Mannschaft, demotivierte Eltern und ein Trainer, der sogar einen Vereinswechsel für die „Guten“ empfiehlt. Wir zeigen, warum klare Strukturen im Verein entscheidend sind, wie man Eltern in die Pflicht nimmt und welche Lösungen es für Leistungsunterschiede gibt. Außerdem erfahrt ihr, was hinter dem neuen Videoplattform Plus steckt und warum es für viele Trainer ein echter Gamechanger werden kann.

Die Schuhe sind geputzt, der Anzug hängt bereit: Die herbstliche Event-Saison steht vor der Tür. Doch was macht gute Business-Veranstaltungen aus? Warum lohnt es sich, berühmte und fachkundige Speaker auf die Bühne zu locken? Das besprechen wir mit Oliver Stoldt. Chef von Premium Speakers.

Ref.: Dr. Benedikt Michal, Übersetzer des Buches „Komm nach Hause von Brandon Vogt, St. Pölten, Österreich Kleine Kinder begleiten ihre Eltern meist noch recht selbstverständlich in die Kirche - aber im Jugendalter oder als junge Erwachsene wenden sich viele von den christlichen Traditionen in ihrem Elternhaus ab. Für gläubige Eltern ist das ein großer Schmerz und oft fragen sie sich, ob vielleicht sie etwas falsch gemacht haben. Der amerikanische Bestsellerautor Brandon Vogt hat sich in seinem Buch "Komm nach Hause" intensiv mit der Frage beschäftigt, warum junge Christen sich von Kirche und Glauben entfremden - und wie Eltern bzw. Großeltern konstruktiv mit ihren Anfragen und Zweifeln umgehen können. In unserem Partnersender Radio Maria Österreich hat der Übersetzer dieses Buches, Dr. Benedikt Michal, die Strategien vorgestellt, die Brandon Vogt zur Rückholung erwachsener Kinder und Enkel in die Kirche entwickelt hat. Wir wiederholen für Sie diese Reihe in sechs Sendungen jeden Samstag in der Lebenshilfe.

Eine ungarische Familie versucht in "Zu wenig vom Guten" in den 1980er-Jahren in der Schweiz heimisch zu werden, bricht aber nach dem Tod des Großvaters auseinander. Die turbulente politische Gegenwart jener Zeit kommt in dem Roman aber zu kurz. Sielmann, Lara www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Lesart

Eine ungarische Familie versucht in "Zu wenig vom Guten" in den 1980er-Jahren in der Schweiz heimisch zu werden, bricht aber nach dem Tod des Großvaters auseinander. Die turbulente politische Gegenwart jener Zeit kommt in dem Roman aber zu kurz. Sielmann, Lara www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Lesart

In dieser Interviewfolge haben wir Christian "Chrigel" zu Gast. Er berichtet über sein Vorhaben am SwissPeaks 170 und Stefan erzählt über seinen Lauf auf dem 4 Quellen Weg.

Guten tag! Welcome to The Movie Passport, a podcast series about world cinema. In this episode, Duncan (Valkyrist), Tanja (Scilens), Pukar (raptureatlas), and Stephanie (gsdg) travel to the country of Germany to discuss the following films: 19:51 – Run Lola Run … Continue reading →

In der heutigen Folge von Original vs. Remake reden wir über Speak No Evil. Der Schocker machte im Jahr 2022 von sich reden, kurz danach schossen die Amerikaner das Remake nach – das sich SEHR von der Vorlage unterscheidet. Ob im Guten oder im Schlechten, das erfahrt ihr in der neuen Folge!Hier kannst du uns unterstützen:https://steadyhq.com/de/horrohrpodcastHier gibt's schickes Merch:https://horrohrshop.de/[Unser Community Discord!](https://discord.gg/ME9ar8XK4f)Infos zu neuen Folgen und genereller Schwachsinn auf X: [HorrOhrPodcast](https://twitter.com/HorrOhrPodcast)Wie oben, nur mit mehr Bildern bei Instagram: [HorrOhrPodcast](https://www.instagram.com/horrohrpodcast/)[Wolf auf X](https://twitter.com/GameWolf)[Wolf auf Insta](https://www.instagram.com/gamewerwolf/)[Kolja auf X](https://twitter.com/KeylesArt)[Kolja auf Insta](https://www.instagram.com/itskeyles)Fanpost, Liebesbriefe, schlechte Horrorfilme an:Postnummer 1061644681Packstation 14920148 HamburgImpressum: https://www.deinimpressum.com/horrohrpodcastTheme by [Dave_Lo_](https://twitter.com/Dave_Lo_)[Steady](https://steadyhq.com/de/horrohrpodcast/) Allerschrecklichsten Dank an unsere allerbesten Supporter:Anja WinklerBennyGrobiMarkus G.Kerstin G.McLovin008Slightly UncomfortableIndy JonezMartin B.KiritainmentGordon H.Gees TorbenLucas R.Patryk K.PaettschyPatrickSytroS12MattBroetchenLuuChristian FreyFredward the BrainMaxemizerInaKetchup im BartPhil Riverdragon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ref.: Dr. Benedikt Michal, Übersetzer des Buches „Komm nach Hause von Brandon Vogt, St. Pölten, Österreich Kleine Kinder begleiten ihre Eltern meist noch recht selbstverständlich in die Kirche - aber im Jugendalter oder als junge Erwachsene wenden sich viele von den christlichen Traditionen in ihrem Elternhaus ab. Für gläubige Eltern ist das ein großer Schmerz und oft fragen sie sich, ob vielleicht sie etwas falsch gemacht haben. Der amerikanische Bestsellerautor Brandon Vogt hat sich in seinem Buch "Komm nach Hause" intensiv mit der Frage beschäftigt, warum junge Christen sich von Kirche und Glauben entfremden - und wie Eltern bzw. Großeltern konstruktiv mit ihren Anfragen und Zweifeln umgehen können. In unserem Partnersender Radio Maria Österreich hat der Übersetzer dieses Buches, Dr. Benedikt Michal, die Strategien vorgestellt, die Brandon Vogt zur Rückholung erwachsener Kinder und Enkel in die Kirche entwickelt hat. Wir wiederholen für Sie diese Reihe in sechs Sendungen immer samstags in der Lebenshilfe.

Vor kurzem haben wir mit Tim Oechsner an der New York Stock Exchange spannende Interviews geführt. Zurück an der Frankfurter Börse schauen wir mit dem Kapitalmarktexperten und Börsenhändler bei der Steubing AG auf Gemeinsamkeiten und Unterschiede der beiden Börsenplätze, auf die Stimmung in Amerika und dann ist da noch die Frage: Wie denken die Amerikaner über die Deutschen? Alle Details im Interview von Inside Wirtschaft-Chefredakteur Manuel Koch an der Frankfurter Börse und auf https://inside-wirtschaft.de Interviews von der Wall Street Tim Oechsner erklärt einen Tag an den globalen Finanzmärkten: „Ein faszinierendes Zusammenspiel" https://youtu.be/fGP8zCSUlNg Tim Oechsner an der Wall Street: „Die Marktgröße hier in New York ist fast 20x so groß wie beim Dax" https://youtu.be/gGWz4sHt-Zw

Ref.: Dr. Benedikt Michal, Übersetzer des Buches „Komm nach Hause" von Brandon Vogt, St. Pölten, Österreich Kleine Kinder begleiten ihre Eltern meist noch recht selbstverständlich in die Kirche - aber im Jugendalter oder als junge Erwachsene wenden sich viele von den christlichen Traditionen in ihrem Elternhaus ab. Für gläubige Eltern ist das ein großer Schmerz und oft fragen sie sich, ob vielleicht sie etwas falsch gemacht haben. Der amerikanische Bestsellerautor Brandon Vogt hat sich in seinem Buch "Komm nach Hause" intensiv mit der Frage beschäftigt, warum junge Christen sich von Kirche und Glauben entfremden - und wie Eltern bzw. Großeltern konstruktiv mit ihren Anfragen und Zweifeln umgehen können. In unserem Partnersender Radio Maria Österreich hat der Übersetzer dieses Buches, Dr. Benedikt Michal, die Strategien vorgestellt, die Brandon Vogt zur Rückholung erwachsener Kinder und Enkel in die Kirche entwickelt hat. Wir wiederholen für Sie diese Reihe in sechs Sendungen immer samstags in der Lebenshilfe.

Heiko Böhmer, Kapitalmarktstratege bei Shareholder Value Management, spricht über die Strategien von Warren Buffett, der trotz seiner 95 Jahre aktiv investiert. "Die Zeit ist der Freund des guten Unternehmens und der Feind des schlechten Unternehmens", erklärt Böhmer und verweist auf Buffetts Disziplin im Langfristdenken. Unterstützt von Ted Weschler und Todd Combs bleibt Buffett nah an neuen Investments. Böhmer beleuchtet zudem die Stärken sogenannter Serial Acquirer, die durch viele kleine Zukäufe wachsen. Im Unterschied zu riskanten Großübernahmen nutzen sie weniger Fremdkapital und sichern sich stetig Marktanteile. Ein Beispiel ist Constellation Software, das durch kluge Akquisitionen erfolgreich expandiert. Mit Blick auf den Frankfurter UCITS-ETF - Modern Value zeigt Böhmer auf, wie ein konzentriertes Portfolio von 25 gleichgewichteten Aktien und vierteljährlichem Rebalancing zu 16 % Jahresrendite führte. Für Investoren bleibt Europa spannend - entscheidend sind kluge Auswahl und Geduld. Mehr dazu in diesem Podcast! ✅✅✅ Abonnieren Sie hier den Shareholder Value Newsletter: https://www.shareholdervalue.de/newsletter ▶️ Hier geht es zum aktuellen Frankfurter Investmentblog: https://www.shareholdervalue.de/frankfurter-investmentblog +++RECHTLICHE HINWEISE+++ https://www.shareholdervalue.de/rechtliche-hinweise

Oder auch zwei... oder drei. Und vielleicht springt ja sogar noch ein kleiner Handels-Deal für Donald und Wladimir nach dem Alaska-Gipfel heraus. Simon Strehlau drückt dem Liebespaar des Sommers die Daumen. Von Satire Deluxe.

Ref.: Dr. Benedikt Michal, Übersetzer des Buches „Komm nach Hause von Brandon Vogt, St. Pölten, Österreich Kleine Kinder begleiten ihre Eltern meist noch recht selbstverständlich in die Kirche - aber im Jugendalter oder als junge Erwachsene wenden sich viele von den christlichen Traditionen in ihrem Elternhaus ab. Für gläubige Eltern ist das ein großer Schmerz und oft fragen sie sich, ob vielleicht sie etwas falsch gemacht haben. Der amerikanische Bestsellerautor Brandon Vogt hat sich in seinem Buch "Komm nach Hause" intensiv mit der Frage beschäftigt, warum junge Christen sich von Kirche und Glauben entfremden - und wie Eltern bzw. Großeltern konstruktiv mit ihren Anfragen und Zweifeln umgehen können. In unserem Partnersender Radio Maria Österreich hat der Übersetzer dieses Buches, Dr. Benedikt Michal, die Strategien vorgestellt, die Brandon Vogt zur Rückholung erwachsener Kinder und Enkel in die Kirche entwickelt hat. Wir wiederholen für Sie diese Reihe in sechs Sendungen jeden Samstag in der Lebenshilfe.

In der Beziehung ist alles gut – und trotzdem liegt die Lust flach? Willkommen im Club. Das kennen viele Paare. Besonders in Langzeitbeziehungen passiert es oft leise: Das Verlangen geht, der Sex, das Begehren - ohne sich abzumelden. In dieser Folge geht's um das stille Sterben der Leidenschaft – und um die Frage: Wie holen wir die Lust zurück in unser Leben – und in unser Bett? Mit einem Augenzwinkern, viel Gefühl und psychologischem Tiefgang. Und: Wir sprechen über eine oft übersehene Begleiterscheinung der Wechseljahre, die sich nicht in Hitzewallungen, sondern in erotischer Eiszeit zeigt. Natürlich, Sex ist nicht alles – aber wenn er fehlt, ist da eine Leerstelle im Beziehungsraum, die nich ohne Wirkung bleiben wird. Die tieferen Gründe für die große Lustlosigeit, die in vielen Beziehungen wohnt, die schauen wir uns in dieser Folge an – und Spoileralarm – es ist oft nichts was wir falsch machen, sondern dass wir vom Guten zuviel machen.#leidenschaft #lust #sexualitätWERBUNGAlle Infos, Partner und Rabatte findest Du hier: https://linktr.ee/leben.lieben.lassen.podcastLINKS AUS DIESER FOLGE:Podcast-Folge "Wo gehts denn hier zur Leidenschaft?"Podcast-Folge "Lass uns reden über Sex"Podcast-Folge "Erotic Blueprints"Podcast-Folge "Bioidentische Hormone" mit Nina Rugegeführte Meditationen von Leben-Lieben-Lassen Playlist (Spotify)CLAUDIA, LINKS UND RESSOURCENWeitere Inspiration auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/leben_lieben_lassen_podcast/Webseite & Beratung: https://leben-lieben-lassen.de/Alle Infos zu mir und meinen Angeboten: https://linktr.ee/Leben_Lieben_LassenHÖRERFRAGEN IM PODCASTStelle mir ganz anonym Deine Frage in der "Leben-Lieben-Lassen"-Sprechstunde und werde Teil der Show. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jens und Marco besprechen die Erhebungen von Statistiken, ihren Korekturen und den Umgang damit. Außerdem bewerten wir den EU-US-Deal (anders) und sehen Demographie als Chance.