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The Time Riders: Part 8 A Date With Death. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Into the pit. Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers, who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins, both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He walked ahead of her, his face grave. Domitia wore a simple white tunic now, but all other signs of her former life were gone. Her magnificent braids were undone, and her brown hair hung down her back shamefully. The colors she'd been allowed to wear were missing. In times past, disgraced Virgins had been excoriated, possibly just beaten with a rod, but now, in the height of mighty Rome's power, the punishment was death, for endangering the city. But no one was insane enough to spill the blood of a Vestal Virgin, disgraced or not, so her execution was not so direct. She would be sent underground into a small chamber, with a stock of food and supplies, and locked in there until she starved to death, or succumbed to sickness. They weren't killing her, per se; she was merely shunned until she died. Such was the way of Imperial Rome. Her condemnation and pronouncement of her fate had already been declared, at the beginning of this long walk, meant to be a show of penitence before the face of all Rome. And as humiliated and crushed as she was, her foremost thought was about Bonosus, and his magnificent cock. Even now, being led through the streets, her cunt was wet and ached to feel him buried inside her. Before she knew it, they had arrived at their destination, a small area in the north of the city, with a plot dug into the ground. Stopping at its edge, she looked down inside; the walls were lined with wood, probably to prevent a collapse, and there seemed to be a small stool and a cot within. She heard hysterical sobbing from nearby, and turned her head to see her mother, her birth mother, Pompeneia, weeping from behind the barricade of guards and calling out to her. Domitia's heart ached for a moment, but then she turned her gaze back to the den prepared for her. Her fate was sealed. She glanced over to look at her sister Vestals, but they refused to look at her, staring ahead resolutely. She could see tears in dear Silla's eyes, though; she had hurt the Sisterhood badly, and this was how she was to pay for it. So be it. With all the dignity she could muster, Domitia swallowed her fear and stepped forward, turning and climbing down the ladder, descending roughly ten feet until she reached the earthen floor. There were small candles burning on some stone surfaces, allowing for dim light. She looked upward, and the last thing she saw was the face of the Pontifex Maximus looking down at her, his expression unreadable, before a heavy door was slammed down and locked, cutting off all light and all sound from above. She shuddered at the sound, her stomach twisting in knots. She knew that there was no way out. The door would be weighted, and guards set outside for weeks, to prevent anyone from trying to rescue her. Despite her fear, she looked around, noting the small amount of food supplies left for her, and a small, narrow hole dug in one corner where she was to relieve herself. It wouldn't do to have a Vestal Virgin stinking of shit, even a disgraced one, and even in death. The silence was almost terrifying. She slumped into the small chair left for her, shivering and biting her lip as she felt that her cunt was still wet, the sticky lips parting slightly as she spread her legs. Thoughts of Bonosus returned to her, and she couldn't help but reach down beneath her tunic and begin rubbing her fingers over herself. The fear she felt melted away as she tickled her throbbing clit and teased her warm nether lips. Domitia closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. If she was to die in this hateful place, it would be while cumming, thinking of that magnificent cock, spurting inside her one last time; The wall opposite her creaked and opened, the stout wooden boards pulling away. Domitia almost yelped in shock, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She stared in astonishment as a tall blonde woman came inside, carrying a torch. Following her was Nanu, a slave-girl that Domitia would have sworn belonged to her parents. "Well, hello, Domitia," the blonde woman said, smiling at her. "I'm Lady Aurora Horatia, Bonosus' mistress. Are you ready to get out of here?" Domitia nodded, but then paused, reconsidering as her fingers plunged in and out of her molten cunt. "Can you; give me just a moment here?" the former Virgin asked sheepishly. Into the Arena. Mark winced and squinted as the great gate opened, allowing light to flood into the dark tunnel. The grinding and heaving of the gears that moved the iron-reinforced barriers echoed loudly, and his heart pounded in anxiety. He was almost hyperventilating, and he could feel the blood racing through his veins. Maybe taking the adrenalin tab he'd finally found stashed behind a loose brick wasn't such a good idea. And no instructions, either. He reminded himself to punch himself in the face when he saw himself again. Hey, at least he knew he survived. He felt himself shoved roughly out into the arena, looking around in bewilderment as tens of thousands of people all shouted and jeered at him. Part of the huge stadium was cast into shadow because of the giant canvas awning that covered a full third of its seating and the arena in the center. He thought it was called the Velarium, but he wasn't sure. The roaring noise of the crowds hurt his ears, and he felt dizzy. The tab's effects apparently hadn't evened out in him yet. Maybe he should have taken it earlier? Wearing his itchy burlap loincloth, a rope belt, sandals and nothing else, Mark wandered slowly toward the center of the sandy field, his cudgel in hand. The echoing sounds of the crowd were maddening, and he felt almost dizzy. What was the purpose of this damn tab, anyway? Guards approached him. His urge was to run, but where would he go? Trembling, he stood his ground and waited for them. One of them grabbed him roughly and spun him about to face something, shoving him to one knee. Mark gasped, but then looked up and paused. On the other side of the giant stadium, sitting in a shaded box, was a man wearing purple, surrounded by guards and other dignitaries. It had to be the Emperor. The most powerful man in the world. If only he knew which one it was. Maybe he could've gotten an autograph. He chuckled bitterly at his joke, but the guard holding him told him to shut up and slapped him across the back of the head. Mark's eyes snapped open and fury flared through him. He surged to his feet and his shoulder-block knocked the guard backwards, to the astonishment of the audience. The guard and another one nearby drew their weapons and were about to kill him, when trumpets blared from all around the perimeter of the Colosseum. Mark looked around warily, seeing the reaction of the crowds as the two guards withdrew. Drums sounded out now, and more trumpets. He looked over at the emperor, his eyes going wide as he noticed a familiar, stunning blonde woman in a seat next to him and watching Mark with a smirk. Kneeling beside her was Nanu. "Jesus, Becky, there's a million people in Rome; how many did you fuck?" he muttered, scowling. He heard the gates clanking open again and spun to face them, his heart racing again. From the dark tunnel strode a stout, bald man wearing leather armour on his shoulder and a metal-studded skirt, carrying a shield and wielding a small axe. "What is this, fetish night at the Colosseum?" Mark complained loudly as the man began to run toward him. Mark braced himself, watching warily. His earlier anxiety was being replaced by anger, and a desire to either flee or fight. He'd just trust to his adrenalin and hope that his future self knew what the Hell he was doing. The gladiator ran up and swung at Mark, who ducked and came up behind his foe. Before the man could turn, Mark struck him across the back of the head with his cudgel. The man crashed to the ground face-first. The crowd was yelling in outrage and astonishment. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to happen. The man showed no signs of rising, merely stirring feebly and groaning, a huge goose egg rising on the back of his head. Hastily, Mark leaned down and pulled the round wooden shield off the man's arm and pried the axe from his grip. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked around, making sure no one was approaching him from any other direction, but nobody seemed to be forthcoming. Where was his next foe? It dawned on him that he hadn't been expected to last beyond this first fight. They were probably scrambling to figure out what to do next. Doubtless they'd be finding another gladiator to throw at him. He chanced a glance up at Becky, but she sat still, simply watching him. He didn't blame her; she was supposed to have turned on him, after all. He did notice that she was keeping one leg crossed over the other and bouncing her thighs subtly. Maybe the hormones weren't completely out of her system yet. Or it could have just been normal horny Becky. Who knew at this point? A few seconds later, the gates on another section of the concave wall that surrounded him opened slowly, and out strode a tall man, wearing only a loincloth like himself and greaves, but carrying a weighted net in one hand, and a trident in the other. "Trident!" Mark exclaimed to himself, remembering. "That's what those fucking things are called! Now I can; Hey!" Mark had gotten distracted and only barely jumped out of the way of the retiarius, who thrust his trident, trying to skewer his foe. Mark angrily struck at the man's head with his axe, but he raised the haft of the weapon to block and Mark's axe broke on it. The crowd cheered wildly as it saw what happened. Mark stared dumbly at the splintered handle of his weapon, the iron head missing entirely, having spun off to land in the dust several inconvenient feet away. "What the shit?" Mark shouted angrily as he dodged another attack, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. The trident's tines glanced off the face of his shield, coming perilously close to ripping open his side. "You mean I can't kill anyone? I'm timelocked from killing someone, even if they're trying to kill me?" He dodged again and scrambled for his cudgel, lying next to the first man he'd knocked unconscious. The man he was fighting was quick, though, and lunged in, jamming his weapon forward and trying to impale Mark through his stomach with it. Mark blocked with the shield, shuddering in panic as he felt the tines burst through the wood and punch out the back side, dangerously close to his belly. But the trident was caught now, and now the two men wrestled back and forth desperately, with the retiarius trying to free his weapon and Mark doing everything he could to prevent that exact thing. Suddenly he realized that he was doing exactly the wrong thing, and simply let go of his shield. The gladiator now held his trident awkwardly, weighed down as it was by the shield embedded on it, and with no safe recourse to get it back. He flailed at Mark with the weighted edges of his net, threatening to break smaller bones if he got in too close. Mark dashed for the cudgel again, and this time his opponent couldn't quickly follow him. Mark picked it up and tried putting the man on the defensive, skirting around him, looking for an opening to strike. The man glared at him balefully, swinging the net if Mark got too close. He's not armored and he can't use his weapon; Mark reminded himself. He flung his cudgel at the gladiator's face and surged in while the man was trying to block the unexpected projectile. His trident was weighted down with Mark's shield, so he was using the net frantically to avoid being struck. Mark plowed into the man and took him down to the ground, using his advantage in height and weight. His foe wheezed as he landed hard on his back, beginning to thrash as Mark straddled his chest and pummeled at him. A lucky punch got through and Mark snapped his foe's head to the side with a right across the jaw. He went to sleep. The crowds were shouting again angrily as Mark stood, recovering his stupid club and taking the man's net, since the shield was wrecked, and the trident was no use since he apparently wasn't allowed to kill anyone. How did time lock know, anyway? He bent over, trying to control his breathing and his pulse. His head was spinning again from the anxiety. What the Hell was his future self thinking, leaving that damn tab to use? What sort of advantage and futuristic superpower was panic? You're pumping adrenalin; it makes runners faster, it makes them run longer; it makes people stronger in a crisis; He opened his eyes and stood, turning around and looking at the thousands upon thousands of people who hated him. Fuck those people. He turned and looked at the emperor and held the weighted net in the air, scowling at the sovereign. "That all you got, asshole?" he shouted, feeling himself get angrier and more aggressive with every moment. Becky could barely hear what Mark was yelling over the noise of the crowds, but she shifted somewhat uncomfortably when she felt the mood of the man next to her darken. "So that's how he wants to play it, hmm?" muttered the emperor, resting his cheek against his hand. "Uppity thing, this boy of yours, Lady Horatia." "Oh, he is no longer mine, great emperor; this behavior, reprehensible as it might be, is unknown to me. Please dispose of the upstart as you see fit," Becky replied, knowing better than to be perceived as defending Mark. "You can count on that, my lady;” he replied, nodding absently as he made some vague motion to a signaler. "If you will excuse me, sire, I must depart for a moment," Becky said, trying to not sound urgent. The emperor looked at her quizzically for a moment: "You would miss his doom?" She made a show of blushing: "His life and death mean nothing to me now, but all this excitement has undone me, sire. I must go and relieve myself, because it wouldn't do to piss myself in your presence." "Very well, then," he said, nodding. "But try to be back soon." Becky stood and bowed before exiting the emperor's spectator box, taking Nanu with her, pulling her along by the wrist. "My lady, is now a good time to see to such functions?" asked the Egyptian girl as she followed the blonde woman. "Is Bonosus not in great danger? I thought you meant to rescue him." "I can't rescue him sitting next to that pompous ass, now can I?" Becky hissed as she strode down one of the hallways. "And keep your voice down; I don't want people to know what we're doing." "Sorry, mistress," Nanu replied, blushing. She allowed herself to be dragged along for several seconds before asking her next question. "What are we doing, exactly?" "You'll see soon enough," Becky said grimly, her blue eyes flashing as she pushed through the throngs of people in the hallways that ran around the length of the Colosseum. "I hope you wore your cock-sucking lips today;” The huge man lumbered towards Mark; he was well over half a foot taller than Mark, and a whole lot heavier. Beneath his layer of fat, he was obviously muscular and very strong. He carried a shield in one hand, a wicked sword in the other. His loincloth was made of tough leather, covered in metal studs. His wide belt was also braced with metal. His right arm was protected from shoulder to wrist by a cauldron and gleaming steel plates. On his head was an intimidating helmet, the face mask looking like something out of "Mad Max: Fury Road," with a peaked top that sported what looked like a curved metal blade or sail. It looked like he was wearing a can opener on his head. "Fuck;” Mark whined to himself as he stood his ground, trying to figure out how he was going to keep from getting killed. He held his cudgel and his net, trying to look threatening, but the gorilla coming at him didn't seem to care. He jumped out of the way as the Samnite slashed with his sword. He tried to move in, but was sent flying backwards when the gladiator suddenly slammed the front of his shield into him. Landing on his back, Mark only had a split second to roll out of the way as the point of his foe's sword drove down into the dirt where'd he'd only just been. He kicked at the man's leg, but it held, and he scrambled away, looking to put some distance between them. "Hey, Jason Voorhies!" he called out, waving his club in the air. "Over here, candy-ass!" The gladiator turned his head to look at him while trying to wrench his blade from the hard-packed earth. He finally did so and stood upright, rolling his shoulders and striding forward again. He slashed with his blade, but Mark dodged once again and then threw his net over his foe. The Samnite got caught in it, but didn't go down, trying angrily to remove it. Mark jumped on his back and began hammering away with his stupid little club. The giant staggered about, flailing wildly to dislodge his smaller foe. The jeering from the crowd was punctuated with increasing amounts of laughter at this ridiculous spectacle. Mark hung on for dear life with one arm wrapped around the man, his other hand whacking away at the foe's helmet. But his own net was preventing the blows from being fully effective, despite the metallic ringing of his strikes. Unable to reach the pest on his back or use his weapons, the huge man simply fell backwards, hoping to crush Mark. It wasn't graceful, and it wasn't pretty, but it did stun Mark long enough to stop him from hitting his foe with his cudgel. "Oh fuck;” Mark wheezed as the Samnite rolled off him and struggled to get up while removing the netting. Mark slowly crawled away, shaking his head to stop the world from spinning. The jellied tissue that was once his lungs was on fire, and strained to get oxygen circulating through him. He heard his foe growl in frustration, and then he felt himself getting grabbed by the scruff of the neck and the back of his loincloth before being hauled completely off the ground; The crowd went wild as the gladiator threw Bonosus bodily to the ground, as if trying to crush his bones with the impact. He picked him up again and dashed him to the hard-packed earth, having given up on removing the net. Mark protected himself from the slams as best he could, but it wasn't helping much, given the strength of the man who was mauling him. The fourth time getting slammed to the ground was about Mark's limit, and the world had become nonsense around him; everything sounded like it was being played in drunken slow motion. His vision swam, and he really just wanted to take a damn nap. He shook his head trying to clear it, remembering that Becky had bought him time, so he'd best not waste it getting rag-dolled by this shit stain. While the Samnite was reaching down for him, Mark managed to roll onto his back and kicked up, hard, between the gladiator's legs. His foot found the man's crotch, and while the force of the blow was lessened by the net's interference, his foe still groaned, and his knees bent. Mark kicked again, and then once more, having finally staggered his foe. The man sank to his knees, holding his crotch. Mark couldn't see his face, but he was obviously in a great deal of pain. Mark staggered to his feet, ignoring the crowd's jeers and screams, focusing only on his foe. The gladiator was now protecting his crotch with his hands, so Mark couldn't kick him there, so he slammed the bottom of his foot into the larger man's chest, knocking him on his back, where he lay moaning. Mark stamped on his crotch for good measure. "Stop, dammit!" wailed the man. "Quit kicking me in the cock!" "Fuck you!" Mark spat, scowling. His chest was on fire and his entire body throbbed in pain. "You were trying to kill me, fuckface! Why should I give a shit what you think?" "I'll stop, I'll stop!" the man pleaded, writhing under the net and totally at Mark's mercy. "Just don't wreck my cock, I was gonna fuck tonight!" "Yeah, right," Mark sneered. "Who were you gonna fuck?" Mark spun as he heard an ululating war cry, and his eyes widened as he saw a woman running toward him, carrying a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. Her spiked hair was wet with blue woad paste, and her eyes were mad with battle lust. "Her;” the Samnite indicated. Becky and Nanu were both on their knees, mouths bobbing back and forth on the cocks of the men they had leaning back against the wall, groaning and pumping their hips. Neither of the men could believe their luck; they thought this would be another boring day for measly pay. From up here, they couldn't even see the action down in the arena well. Sulus and Catullus, two former merchant marines, were charged with keeping the Velarium in place during the spectacles. Their extensive experience with canvas sails made them ideal for this tedious but essential work. At least, that's what they were told, despite the thirty asses a day they received proclaiming otherwise. So imagine their good fortune and delight when this patrician woman and her slave-girl happened to wander on up, espy the two men, and offer to suck their cocks, without even charging them anything! Talk about Saturnalia in Quintilis! Nanu moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock she was sucking on, holding it by the base of the shaft, her eyes closed. This seemed like an odd time to be doing something like this, but Lady Aurora had been quite firm that it was part of the plan. So be it. Besides, that strange little patch her new mistress had affixed to the skin under her arm was making her so horny right now. Kneeling beside the slave, Becky's free hand reached out and took hold of Nanu's, giving it a squeeze. They continued pushing their wet mouths along the lengths of the throbbing shafts, both girls getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment. Nanu pulled her mouth off the cock for a moment, sucking in air and breathing heavily as she massaged it with her tiny hand. Her face was flushed as she looked over at her new mistress, her eyes glazed with desire. Becky nodded her assent. Nanu stood quickly and lifted the long trails of her garment, exposing her ass and cunt to the man she'd been servicing. She turned around and leaned back against him, squirming her ass against his cock, making him moan loudly. With great need, she grabbed hold of his tool and speared herself down on it, sighing loudly before beginning to wiggle back and forth on him, shivering as he slid in and out of her. Becky rose to her feet soon after, moving around to face Nanu and leaning forward, with her hands on the slave-girl's shoulders and looking into her eyes. The marine got behind Becky and gripped her hips, pushing inside her. Becky moaned into Nanu's mouth as she kissed her, their tongues tangling hungrily while their tits squirmed and rubbed together. The men held tight and fucked the two women as hard as they could, looking to cum as quickly as possible. Hips smacked against asses and moans grew louder. Becky and Nanu now panted through an open-mouthed kiss, their hands groping one another in need. The Egyptian girl pressed back as hard as she could on the cock she was impaled on, while Becky ground in eager circles, yearning for release. Seconds later they were wailing into one another's mouths, shuddering in ecstasy as the men groaned and began pumping cum inside their wanton pussies. Becky and Nanu were relentless, milking the men for all they were worth, until they slumped to the stone floor, almost insensate from the orgasms these strange women had given them. Straddling the marines now, and facing into one another, Becky and Nanu continued kissing and fondling, even as they moved slowly up and down on the rigid poles they'd been fucking. "Umm, mistress;” Nanu said dreamily, lost in Becky's blue eyes. "I know, my love," Becky murmured, giving Nanu many light kisses on the lips, as if she was unable to help herself. "But we must; smooch; get ready to; do our part; smooch; and rescue Mark;” Nanu pulled back from the kiss and looked up in confusion. "Mark?" "Bonosus," Becky corrected herself, waving it off. "I'll explain later. Now help me get ready;” The crowd was howling with laughter as Mark ran around the arena in a panic, chased by the gladiatrix, who cracked her whip at him, screeching for him to get his ass back there so she could kick it. Mark didn't need oppositional defiance disorder to ignore her demands. The tip of that whip was cracking awfully close behind him. The Samnite he'd downed earlier grunted and flopped down again as Mark stamped on his back while running over him. "Don't try to get up, asshole, you promised!" Mark shouted angrily. "If you do, I don't care if she's trying to kill me, I'll come over there and kick you in the balls so hard you'll be spitting them out!" "Okay! Okay!" the man shouted back, lying on his stomach and waiting. "But I hope she catches you and rips your skin off to wear as a cloak!" "Oh, go sit on a Doric column!" Mark grumbled, deking to the left to try to throw her off. At this point, the crowd was chanting something, what he could only Assume Was Her Name "Achilleia! Achilleia!" "What is that, Latin for Psycho Hose-Beast?" Mark complained loudly, noticing that he had not gained any ground on his foe. He only had the stupid cudgel, whereas she had a wicked sword and a goddam whip. He had the distinct impression he couldn't tire her; she had the look of a woman on a murder mission; her eyes were wild with bloodlust, the scream escaping her lips singing of his gory doom. "She's the greatest female gladiator in Rome!" called out the Samnite, still watching from his confines beneath the net. "She's been more than a match for many men who have fought her!" "Singing my praises doesn't get you more cunt than normal, Rullus!" Achilleia snapped, still chasing her quarry. Gods, this slave could run! Pity she had to kill him, he was well-built and had a great ass! She pressed harder, now swiping with her sword, since using her whip slowed her down some. Like most gladiators, she was wearing little armour, only leather greaves, a leather loincloth, an abbreviated leather cuirass that exposed her midriff but held her tits in place, and a leather cauldron and brace on one arm. A steel fillet around her forehead glittered with glass beads, off-setting her wild blue death-hawk hair. She whooped in triumph as the tip of her sword tore open the back of his loincloth and it fell away, leaving Mark completely exposed as he fled for his life. The crowd was laughing hysterically again. "Dammit, I hate freeballing when I'm running!" he shouted angrily, grimacing as his balls slapped around his thighs. "You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!" "Stop running then, coward!" Achilleia taunted, enjoying the view even as she tried to kill him. "I only offer the bliss of death! One red kiss of my blade across your throat, slave, and you; Off!" Done with running, Mark stopped very suddenly and braced himself, hunkering down so that Achilleia plowed into him, completely unprepared. She staggered backward and Mark whirled and grappled onto her, preventing her from using her weapons. The gladiatrix snarled and tried to knee him in the crotch, but he kept his legs judiciously in the way. They tottered and staggered about, vying for control, until they tripped over the Samnite, who was helpless to avoid them. "Oh Fuck!" he wheezed as they landed on him and then rolled off, still tussling. "Welcome to my world, dickface!" Mark shouted back at him, still wrestling with Achilleia, who meant to murder him repeatedly. Out of desperation, and with the effects of the tab still coursing through his blood, he picked her up bodily and threw her to the ground, her sword clattering away. He dropped to his knees instantly, smacking her in the face with his scrotum. "Teabag!" he shouted before whirling around and grappling onto her, trying to subdue her. He hated the thought of punching a woman, but she was trying to eviscerate him, so an exception might be in order. Achilleia was a veteran of the gladiator pits, however, and not so easily dealt with. She recovered and thrashed around, screeching and trying to claw her foe's eyes out. He swatted the whip from her hands before she could strike him with it. Mark found her increasingly difficult to manage, using his weight on top of her body to keep her in place. That plan went south, however, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking back and forth, until she was on top. They rolled around in the dust while the crowd went insane. Mark had her arms gripped tightly, out to the sides, which forced her body down closer to his. The wild look in her eyes chilled his blood, and she tried to bite his neck repeatedly, to tear his throat out. He countered frantically by using his head to shove hers away from his tender skin, and the result must have looked ridiculous, the two of them pushing and sparring with their heads. "Gurr, let; me; kill; you!" Achilleia hissed, struggling to maintain her balance over her stronger foe. "I'll make it quick, I promise!" "It'll feel good, I promise!" Mark sneered, butting the side of her head to knock it away. "Why would I make this easy for you?" "Gonna; rip you; a new;” Achilleia strained, pushing down harder. She then paused, her eyes going wide with shock. "What; gods, do you have a hard-on?" Mark used the momentary pause to roll her over, her arms pinned beside her head. Achilleia's eyes were still wide as she goggled up at him. Unfortunately, yes, he was hard again. Either he was developing some sort of danger fetish, or the hormones weren't quite as out of his system as he thought. They struggled and thrashed, with the look of shock on Achilleia's face becoming one of irritation, then a weird determination. She wasn't fighting about so much, and she seemed to be pushing with her hips, almost pumping with them. She glared and bit her lip. The roaring of the crowds was slowly abating as they watched the proceedings on the arena floor. What was happening? Seconds ago, the gladiatrix had been trying to kill the slave, now they were; what were they doing? Mark kept her pinned beneath him, and couldn't help but join her in squirming as they glared into one another's eyes. Achilleia was undulating her hips now, her upper body virtually motionless. Mark grimaced at the feel of the toughened leather around her middle grinding on his hard-on. "Dammit;” Achilleia growled. "Let go of my god-rotting hand so I can move my loincloth!" Mark took a chance and let go of one of her hands. It flashed down and pulled aside the leather garment before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding it to her entrance. Without another thought, Mark pushed down, deep inside her. Achilleia wailed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him in deeper still. The entire Colosseum throng had gone silent as the spectators stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. All that could be heard, echoing through the giant stadium, was Achilleia's cries of pleasure. Was this really happening? "Achilleia? What the Hell?" the Samnite yelled in outrage, his girlfriend getting fucked by Rome's most hated slave mere feet away from him. "Shut up, Rullus, he's fucking huge!" Achilleia shouted back, pumping her hips wildly against Mark. The gladiator did as he was told and simply sulked, turning his head to look elsewhere. The emperor watched out stonily, not at all impressed with the turn of events his grand spectacle for the people had taken. He'd heard of the blasphemy this upstart slave had committed, and this was supposed to be a damnation of a great sin. Now it was another blasphemy. And where the Hell was Lady Aurora? He napped his fingers and one of his servants leaned in close, to see what his master wanted. "Have them all killed;” growled the emperor, determined to save face somehow. Mark thrust harder and harder, while Achilleia yelped and bucked beneath him, holding onto his back and with her legs still wrapped around his back. Nearby, Rullus was resting his helmeted head on his hand and rapping his fingers against the packed earth, trying to look bored. Not difficult for a man tangled inside a net. "Any time, you two;” he grumbled. "Oh, cram it, Linzer-head," Mark spat. "Say one more thing and I'll fuck her ass next!" "Oh!" Achilleia wailed, grinding and thrusting against Mark desperately. "I'm gonna; I ‘ Then she seized up and pushed up with all her strength, clenching her teeth so hard they might have cracked. As Rome watched on in stunned silence, the gladiatrix shrieked to the gods and came, hard. Mark shuddered and groaned, pumping profuse amounts of cum deep inside her clenching cunt. He thrust madly, emptying himself into her. Finally, they were both spent. Achilleia lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. Mark, exhausted, rested his forehead against her shoulder, too tired to defend himself if she tried to kill him now. Fortunately, his death was the farthest thing from her mind. Seconds of silence passed, before the thousands of spectators in the stands erupted into a wave of cheers and catcalls. Mark smiled and chuckled tiredly. "That can't be good;” he mused. "Nope," she agreed, sighing and biting on a knuckle as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. "After that, they're certainly going to kill us. All of us. It doesn't matter; I would have died in the arena eventually. At least this way, I died with a cock in me and cumming hard." "Don't be so certain about that;” Mark replied, finally looking up and seeing all the gates opening and dozens of legionaries rushing toward them, spears at the ready. "Ah, I don't like this!" Nanu whined as she shimmied out along one of the corbels that held the vast awning in place. She held on like grim death as she edged forward, a small but sharp knife in one hand. "You can do it, my love," Becky said encouragingly, watching from their original position where they'd fucked the two marines. Both men were still snoozing, but she had tied their hands and feet for extra security. She would have done Nanu's job herself, but she was taller and heavier than the Egyptian girl, who stood a much better chance of succeeding than she did without snapping the braces or corbels. "Look straight ahead and ignore the sounds below." So of course, Nanu looked down. "He's fucking!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "He's fucking the gladiatrix that's supposed to be killing him! I may kill him! He doesn't need saving, I do!" "Nanu, focus!" Becky insisted. "Get to your position and await my signal." "Yes, mistress;” sighed the slave-girl sullenly. Once in position, Nanu held on tight, trying not to think about the dizzying heights she was suspended from. Everyone seemed like ants far below her. Except for Bonosus and his whore of a gladiator; she could see them very clearly, to the place where she could make out his throbbing cock as it thrust in and out of her unworthy cunt. He had a lot of explaining to do when this was over. The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing. But then Becky and Nanu heard the gladiatrix wailing as she came. Bonosus' groans of pleasure burned in Nanu's ears, while Becky just rolled her eyes, sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd; they'd come for blood and been rewarded with live pornography! Nanu was scowling still, when she noticed the gates opening and legionaries pouring out of them, converging on the five figures in the center of the arena. "Mistress;” Nanu said nervously, her anxiety for Bonosus' well-being overcoming her jealousy. "Now, Nanu!" Becky yelled, making sure her slave could hear her. She was already working frantically to cut through the thick ropes in one of the giant pulleys that moved the Velarium into position. Nanu, meanwhile, was sawing at the edge of the rope that held the corbel she was on in place. She gritted her teeth as she watched the steel knife bite through the thick fiber cable until finally it snapped free. The rope whipped about as it unraveled, causing a cascade of loosening canvas across the broad length of the famed awning. Becky, meanwhile, finished cutting through the rope in the giant pulley she'd selected, dodging hastily as it snapped and flailed about before spinning away. The giant canvas sheets comprising the Velarium buckled and gave way, while the corbels and rope masts retracted rapidly. "Mistress!" Nanu keened, holding on like grim death as the corbel she was on, no longer held in place by the giant ropes, snapped back toward the solid stone walls of the Colosseum. "Jump, Nanu!" Becky called out, standing on the edge of the wall and holding her arms out. "I'll catch you! Trust mistress!" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut and jumped; Becky wheezed as she caught the flying girl, tumbling to the floor with her and holding her tight. Nanu was shivering in her grasp, so Becky just held her for a few seconds and caressed her raven hair. The slave-girl looked up at her savior and nodded, so Becky stood them up, listening to the shrieks of panic as the Velarium floated down relentlessly. "Teamwork, Nanu!" she said excitedly as they stood. "Let's see what happens next!" In the Arena. Mark faced one direction warily, while Rullus and Achilleia stood behind him, squaring off against other legionaries who were closing in. The original gladiator and the retiarius were also conscious and now stood with them, brandishing what weapons they could. Mark felt silly sporting only his cudgel, but it seemed dumb to not let the gladiators have the weapons they were trained with. His cock was still hard, and leaking cum from the tip. He saw Achilleia slowly turning her head to look down at it longingly. "Eyes front, Achilleia!" he snapped, not in the mood to die. She returned to glaring balefully at the encroaching soldiers. There must have been a hundred of the legionaries. That was twenty-to-one odds. He decided to not mention that to his enemies-turned-allies, since he wasn't sure if they understood ratios in any event. If their math was as poor as their hygiene, why bother? "When I thought I'd die in the emperor's sight, this isn't how I pictured it," Rullus growled, brandishing his sword. "I hadn't envisioned dying for that cocksucker at all," Achilleia replied, spitting in contempt at the foes in front of her. "Damned if I'm gonna give him the satisfaction of a clean kill. People will remember this day, to his embarrassment!" The legionaries advanced, the circle tightening. They were protected by their large scutum body shields, and their spears pointed threateningly at the little rebel group. Mark wasn't sure what good he would do here, since he was armed with a club smaller than his dick, and he was the only untrained gladiator. But then he noticed rippling movement above, looked up and grinned. The velarium became dislodged from its moorings and like a vast sail or flag, began floating down over the stadium. People noticed, began screeching in panic, and stampeding. "Right on, Becks;” he said with satisfaction as his day began to look up. The emperor looked up, scowling as he saw the giant canvas sheet descending, fluttering menacingly as it enveloped the upper levels of seating. Panic ensued, with people scampering around pell-mell, trying to escape. "I really hate the gods;” he thought darkly as the canvas touched down around him and everything went to shit. Becky, standing on the edge of the wall and looking down over the chaos and mayhem she had caused, with tens of thousands thrown into panic, cackled gaily and clapped her hands before yanking down her top to expose her tits and holding her arms wide and yelling loudly across her kingdom of madness. "Are you not entertained?" she shouted, reveling in her triumph. God, she'd always wanted to use that line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Mark shouted as he and his new allies raced down the hallway, shooing everyone in front of him. "Faster, if you wanna live!" The legionaries had forgotten all about the little group of rebels once the madness ensued, racing toward the emperor to rescue him. Mark used the opportunity to escape, bringing his former foes with him. He wasn't terribly interested in seeing them die, and they might prove very useful in getting out of here in one piece. Rullus had led them through a small, little-known door in the wall of the arena, one used generally only by pit masters to monitor the proceedings. His titan frame barely fit in it, but he led the way dutifully. "Where are we going?" Achillea asked, happy to be escaping, but at least wanting to know what the plan was. She had her whip and her sword in hand again. "The most convenient, flat and open space you know of beneath the Colosseum," Mark replied, hurrying along behind her. "A place almost no one knows about or uses." "One of the old training spaces," grunted Rullus. "It hasn't been used in years. Follow me!" Their course took them deeper beneath the stadium, through winding halls and narrow corridors and staircases. They finally reached a wide chamber, in the middle of which stood Becky, Nanu and Domitia. The former Vestal and the slave-girl seemed stunned to see the small party approaching, and the gladiators gaped as Lady Aurora and her slave ran into one another's arms, kissing deeply and feverishly, speaking in some unknown tongue. "Right!" Mark said, finally disengaging from Becky's tongue as he looked around, eyes flashing with determination. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you all to trust me. We're going to get you out of here, as quickly as we can." "How?" asked the Retiarius, looking about warily. "They'll find us eventually!" "I know, and what I'm going to say will sound like magic, but just run with it, okay?" Mark replied, walking over to the Holmes Field Device, which Becky had been kind enough to retrieve. He wasn't sure how, but she was better with this temporal shit than he was. And they trusted one another by now. "This contraption will get us out of here, but it's not big enough for all of us at once. I'm gonna take Lady Aurora and Domitia first, then come back for a few more, then the last load." Rullus nodded: "You spared my life, and I entrust you with it. Achilleia and I will go last, holding the room if the enemy comes." "Oh, Rullus;” Achilleia sighed, looking up at the hulking gladiator, her expression a dreamy one, before she suddenly scowled and smacked him on the back of his helmeted head. "You romantic asshole." Mark left them to argue while he hustled Becky and Domitia onto the platform, which was already switched on, lights and readings blinking around the surface. Becky swatted Domitia's hand as she tried to touch a dial. "You know where we're going?" he asked, hoping she had a better handle on this than he did. She nodded, smiling. "Leave it to me, Mark. I think you'll like this solution;” The climate was certainly a change from that of Rome, but it was also a pleasant experience in its own right. The city around them, built of red brick, sandy-colored stone, and studded with stately palm trees, reminded Mark of eastern cities in every movie he'd ever seen. Beyond the walls stretched endless expanses of desert, in which the city stood as a shining jewel in a vast sea of scorching sand. He didn't know why Becky knew to park the machine where she did, but he also knew she had figured out how to use his Holmes Field Device on her own, so he wasn't questioning it. Safe from prying eyes, and after two more trips back to the Colosseum to gather the other rebels, Mark now found himself in an ancient temple in the shape of a ziggurat, with priestesses standing in front of them and bowing. Unlike the Vestals, the white garments of these priestesses were delightfully spare, exposing more than it covered. "Lady Aurora Horatia," one of them said humbly. "Your timing is fortuitous, and we gladly accept your offer. Domitia will be given a new life as a priestess of Nanaya, or as she is known in your tongue, Suadela." The priestesses all walked up to Domitia and kissed her, welcoming her into their sisterhood. The former Vestal shed tears, not in sorrow, but because she had a new beginning. Nanaya, as the goddess was known in this far-flung province, was an ancient Sumerian goddess of sensuality and lust. When the Romans had conquered the land, they readily identified her with Suadela, to keep the peace. The priestess smiled at Mark and Becky again. "And for your generous donation of gold, we will take on your four friends here, to guard our temple, as the garrison makes no effort to do so. They are now, in their own way, lifelong servants and devotees of the goddess." The four gladiators beamed proudly. Since serving Nanaya, even as guardians of her temple, meant food, lodging and getting laid by her harlot-priestesses, they were more than amenable to the idea. "Lady Aurora," Domitia intoned, taking Becky's hands in hers and smiling slyly. "Will you consent to Bonosus and yourself being the first to receive my blessings as a priestess of Nanaya?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear;” Becky purred, pulling Domitia into her arms and kissing her deeply. A small villa in Roman Italy; Mark sipped wine from a goblet while Becky lay nearby on a couch, wearing nothing while Nanu sat on a small stool and massaged her feet. The sultry afternoon suited everyone, and they were finally at peace. "Helluva trip, Becks," Mark mused, draining his glass and then pouring more for himself. "You've gotten really good with the Holmes Field Device now. I seriously thought it was me who left the adrenalin tab for my discovery under the Colosseum, but it was actually you." "Sorry to scare you there," Becky sighed, as Nanu worked on her toes individually, sometimes even kissing them as she rubbed oil into them. "I found them in our tab supply, and thought it was our best bet. I just jumped behind a few hours when no one was around and stashed them in that cell for you." "So it wasn't even me coming back from the future to save myself," Mark chuckled. "Here I was so confident that I'd lived, that I couldn't be killed because future-self was looking out for me, but no, it was current you. So I could've been killed at any point, even if time lock kept me from killing anyone else." "It was a little bit messy, but you did survive, and that's what counts." Becky pointed out, caressing one of her tits lazily while enjoying Nanu's exquisite touch. "So what're we gonna do with her?" Mark asked, referencing the Egyptian slave-girl. Nanu had gotten used to her mistress and her manservant speaking in this weird, harsh language, and thought nothing of it anymore; when they needed her, they spoke Latin or her own tongue to her. Becky sighed contentedly and puddled further into the couch. Nanu's foot massages were utter bliss. "I was considering letting her stay here, and simply look after this little villa I bought for me. Whenever we visited, we'd just come back as close to the time we left as possible, but I have no idea if we could guarantee time snarls not getting in the way. So I'm bringing her home with me." Mark raised an eyebrow. "That a good idea? Or even possible?" Becky shrugged. "If she can't be brought with us, the Holmes Field Device won't work, right? So we care for her here. If it does allow it, I'll keep her with me in my house and teach her about her new world. I'll just say she's a foreign student bunking with me." "Literally, I might add." Mark quipped, holding up his goblet and winking. "Oh, you," Becky giggled while Nanu shed her clothes and crawled over Becky, straddling her hips and beginning to squirm their pussies together slowly. "I don't think she's gonna give up on the notion of being my slave-girl any time soon; it seems to make her feel safe. If she asks about you as a slave, I'll say I freed you." "Well, I was pretty enslaved to you for a while there," Mark chuckled. "Funny, I remember being so in love with you while those tabs were in effect, and I remember it fondly. But at this point, I'm just back to feeling like you're my dear friend, and I love you, just not in love any more, ya' know?" Becky sighed and nodded as she placed her hands gently on Nanu's tits and caressed them while undulating beneath the slave-girl. "I know what you mean. Talk about exhilarating, right? We should do that again at some point, just for funsies." "I'm in," Mark agreed, as his cock hardened from watching the two girls make love. He put down his wine, stood up and moved in behind them, kneeling at the bottom of the couch and sinking his cock deep inside Becky, making her moan as he started to slide in and out of her. "And what about our other acquisitions?" he asked, caressing and squeezing Nanu's ass while he fucked his Physics teacher. "Uh, the clothes we'll keep at my place, for future use," she breathed, loving the feel of Nanu's moist cunt on hers while Mark fucked deeply. She felt Nanu shiver and gasp as Mark pulled out of her and pushed into the slave-girl. "And I bought those big amphorae of Falernian wine, there's twenty-six liters in each. We'll bury them where we know nature has never been disturbed back in our time, and then retrieve them. Voila, Roman wine for dinner every night." "I'm gonna have fun explaining that to my parents;” Mark chuckled as he slid back into Becky, making her cry out. Dinner with Family. Dhallyla stared at the liquid in her glass in wonder while her family sat at the table for dinner. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Mark, what; what did you say this was called again?" she asked. He shrugged as he ate. "It's a Roman-style wine, called Falernian. Lots of people are recreating ancient alcohol recipes now, so I thought we'd give this a shot. Pretty nice, hmm?" "Very strong," his sister Roxy rasped as she put down her wine glass and made a bit of a face. "Very, very strong." "That's why the Romans and Greeks mixed their wine with water," he chuckled. "Some Roman talked about not being able to bring an open flame near wine because it could catch fire. So I mixed it with water, like the instructions said. Sorry if it's still strong." "Where did you get this again?" his father asked. "Ren Faire," he said easily. "All sorts of brewers and people showing off their wine and beer skills these days at them, so I thought I'd give it a shot, ya' know? Bought a couple of bottles." "It's certainly different, but I can grow to like it," his mother mused. "Make sure you get more before we run out." "I can do that," Mark replied cheerfully. Later that night, he was sitting at his desk in his room, surfing for eras to visit during their next adventure, when the door to his room clicked shut. He turned his head to see his sister leaning back against the door, looking at him pointedly. "Something I can do for you, Rox?" he asked plainly, keeping his eyes on his research. "Now that you mention it, yeah," she said, folding her arms and wearing that insufferable smirk of hers. She never stopped reminding him who the elder sibling was. "So I did some looking around online, and there hasn't been a Ren Faire within five hundred miles of us in the last six months." Mark paused in his surfing and slowly turned to look at his sister. "So," she said, walking slowly toward him. "I figure it's about time you told me what the Hell is really going on;” Loose ends, scores to settle, a moral quandaries abound! It's Your Own Fault You Snooped! Mark didn't speak for several seconds, trying his best to not gape at Roxy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of him when he did just about anything, but the fact that she'd done actual research this time was something new. She had played her hand, and he was cornered. But still, he found himself not sure what to say. "Well, c'mon, you little trouser snake," moving away from the door and sauntering toward him. She could tell she'd caught him dead to rights about something, but now she needed to find out what it was. "Ya' might as well 'fess up, because I somehow doubt you want mom and dad to know what you're up to." The mere thought brought a shiver to Mark and left a cold sweat on his brow. He swallowed, trying not to panic. Roxy had less mercy in a sibling confrontation than Mike Tyson had in the ring. He thought of the number of times she'd beaten his ass for tattling on her when they were younger, and how she'd always get some brutal form of revenge he was unlikely to forget. And he dreaded the thought of how she could screw this up for him. "I'm almost not wanting to find out, at least for a while, because watching your mind flop around in panic is kinda fun," she said, smirking as she stopped in front of him and leaned forward. "But I need to make a decision about whether the 'rents oughta know, so let's speed this up, okay?" She then turned and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him pointedly. "Spill it, little brother." His mind raced. What could he tell her? She'd caught him in a flat-out lie that he had acquired his Falernian wine from a Ren Faire, and had no doubt pieced together that his other recent exotic acquisitions were likewise not from where he'd claimed. So what were her suspicions? She no doubt was assuming, quite reasonably, that he was involved in some illicit activity that

Struggling to fall asleep or stay asleep? In this episode, Certified Clinical Somatic Educator Heidi Hadley explores how your body holds the secret to truly restful sleep.Discover how gentle somatic awareness can calm your nervous system, quiet your mind, and help you release the physical tension that keeps you “switched on.” Through a mindful guided practice, Heidi helps you reconnect with your body's natural rhythms and activate what she calls the Sleep Switch, your body's innate ability to unwind and reset.This episode blends somatic movement, mindset, and mindfulness to help you move from restless to restored.

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In our hyperconnected world, constant notifications and screen time can leave our minds restless and our bodies tense. In this soothing and insightful episode, Heidi Hadley, Certified Clinical Somatic Educator and founder of Total Somatics®  guides you through the art of unplugging with awareness.You'll learn how technology subtly impacts your nervous system, posture, and mood, and discover somatic tools to help you reset, release tension, and restore calm presence, anytime, anywhere.Whether you're feeling digital fatigue or simply craving a moment of mindful reconnection, this episode will help you move from tech overload to total embodiment.

In this episode, Eric chats with Boston Bruins Director of Performance, Kevin Neeld. They discuss the lengthy competitive hockey season, strategies for managing stiff hips, the skill-specific nature of work capacity, and how teams are evaluating and developing hockey athletes. There are many parallels to the baseball world, so this is a great listen for players, parents, and coaches.Support Our Sponsor: AG1

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It's episode 300! Host Adrian and Sofeast head of NPD Paul Adams dig into IK ratings, what they measure (impact energy in joules), why they matter for real-world product abuse (drops, kicks, tool strikes), and how to connect use-case, environment, materials, and system-level design choices (wall thickness, ribs, radii, gate location) to hit targets like IK06–IK10. You'll hear practical examples (from light switches to job-site drills), polymer options (PP, HIPS, ABS, PC/ABS blends), and environment trade-offs (temperature, UV, chemicals, cost) so your spec says more than “make it rugged.”   Episode Sections: 00:12 – Introduction: designing for toughness via IK rating 01:58 – IK vs IP: ingress ≠ impact toughness 05:16 – What is IK? Impact energy (J); Izod/Charpy context 08:33 – IK scale overview: IK00 → IK10 (~20 J) 09:18 – Start with real-world use before materials 10:15 – Low-impact examples (e.g., light switches) 11:56 – Mid-impact examples (bench drops, tools falling) 12:50 – High-impact / IK10: sledgehammer territory 14:02 – Specify toughness explicitly: choose an IK level 17:02 – Mapping joules to IK (≈0.35 J to 20 J) 19:34 – Materials at IK06 (~1 J): PP, HIPS, ABS, PA 21:47 – Materials at IK09 (~10 J): high-impact ABS, PC/ABS, modified PA 25:51 – Designing for IK: thickness, ribs, radii 27:18 – Molding realities: gate location, weld lines 29:26 – Environment trade-offs: temperature, UV, chemicals, cost 33:14 – Same IK, different designs: oil vs building site 35:16 – Key takeaway: IK is a system rating 35:40 – Wrapping up   Related content... Power Tool Plastics (ABS vs PC/ABS vs PA66-GF) Plastic Enclosures for Electronics Projects (Plastics Sourcing Guide) What type of reliability testing is helpful pre-production? How Many Samples To Test for Reliability & Compliance Do You Need a Customized Reliability Test Plan? Drop Testing: 3 Tests That Can Save You Money How Reliability Testing Is Critical To Obtaining Great Mass-Produced Products Test To Failure: Why You Need This Reliability Test How Many Prototype Iterations & Tests Do We Need? Get in touch with us Connect with us on LinkedIn Contact us via Sofeast's contact page Subscribe to our YouTube channel Prefer Facebook? Check us out on FB

If you've ever done a million different hip stretches and gotten all the massages, but still having issues with hip tightness — Or had a pain (literally) in the butt that just wont go away…. this episode is for you.

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Hips and Bits with host Paulette Rees-Denis, Stories with the Global Caravan dancers... and today, with guest UK dancer and artist, Caroline Bury, October 2025, Episode #5 Let us know your questions and comments. share with your friends, and please subscribe... and join our tribe! Www.globalcaravandance.com www.paulettereesdenis.com Connected to our Heart and Hustle podcasts... copyright 2025

Hey Team! In this short but powerful episode, Coach Dane and Sarah dive into a surprising connection between your body and your leadership — tight hip flexors and tight character!

Efter en diskussion om höfter och författarkroppar tar Cilla tillfället i akt och beskriver ett själsligt moment (läses på engelska) i samband med sitt författarbesök på Vetlanda bibliotek. De glider över i vikten av reflektion och att uppskatta det man har i sin strävan vidare och Malin berättar om sin nya upptäckt: högläsningen! Hon hinner utropa "Mer högläsning åt folket!" innan hon glider över på sitt missnöje över att bli taggad i en sågning av hennes debutroman. Hon protesterar mot både det ena och det andra, men lugnar så småningom ner sig av Cillas mer nyanserade bild av recensioner. Häng med i det stormiga livet hos de två författarna. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Bullet Point Summary by Question1. Best coaching advice you've gotten?Stay in the not knowing longer—it's where insight lives.The best space we can offer clients is presence without answers.2. What are you still trying to improve?Deepening her presence; slowing down “Wi-Fi brain” to mountain mode.Coaching is being, not doing—and clarity comes from deep listening.3. Most outrageous thing you've done?Had a client spell their name with their hips to get out of their head (yes, complete with dotting i's).Invited a boxed-in exec to visualize life with no constraints—led to big mindset shifts.4. What still makes you squirm in a session?When clients don't take ownership or show up “voluntold.”Discomfort often signals truth—so she leans in and calls it out.5. Advice for new coaches?Invest in supervision early and often.Your presence matters more than your performance.6. What have you had to conquer?Letting go of needing to solve problems and moving from human “doing” to human “being.”Reframing her consulting instincts into deeper listening.7. Are you using AI in your coaching practice?Yes—for content refinement, theme identification, and note synthesis.AI stays behind the scenes; the heart of coaching remains deeply human.8. What have you learned about yourself through coaching?Clarity isn't found in knowledge—it's in presence and reflection.Growth is nonlinear; mastering ambiguity is quiet power.

Message us your commentsWelcome back to Empower Your Menopause, the podcast where we talk about all things health, hormones, and happiness for women over 40. We're coaches James and Juli from Fabulous Beyond 40.  In this episode we have a special guest joining us, but before that, let us ask you a question. Does your back always feel tight, your hips grumpy, and your shoulders achy, even though you feel like you're ‘doing everything right'? Today we're asking why aches show up in midlife, and how to move better, not just push through pain. Our guest today is Cynthia Croissant. Cynthia is a Certified Personal Trainer and Posture & Mobility Specialist who helps women in midlife rebuild strength, improve back wellness, and move with confidence. She takes a science-backed, whole-body approach to address the real root causes behind stiffness, pain, and loss of mobility — so women can feel strong, capable, and in control again. Cynthia's mission is to help women stay active, age confidently, and enjoy life without limitations.More about Cynthiahttps://www.instagram.com/fsd_cynthia/https://www.youtube.com/@cynthiacroissanthttps://www.facebook.com/cynthia.croisanthttps://fitnesssimplydone.com/Book your Menopause Impact Assessment with us https://impact.fabulousbeyond40.com/

Are you feeling constantly on edge, exhausted, or tense, even when life seems calm?

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Topics and discussions for this weeks episode include:Weekly recaps/ Best amount of time between partners/ NFL hair/ Journaling (0:00) Is Zoie unapproachable? (28:50)Drake loses the UMG lawsuit/ People using AI to change women's outfits (42:30)Friday's tweet/ Toronto's reaction to the Drake lawsuit (59:10)Katy Perry is dating former Canadian prime minister Justin Trudeau/ Could Obama remarry? (1:04:50)Saweetie gets pressed by her alleged former madam (1:20:05)Cam Newton comments about wanting a list of his partners past lovers (1:32:05)The pod addresses Montreal (1:43:35)Trigger words/ Joe Budden Podcast fight between Queenz Flip and Marc Lamont Hill (1:52:00)Ayesha Curry comments about marriage on the CHD Podcast (2:00:30)What are the odds that you've met a serial killer? (2:08:20)Demar DeRozan responds to Drake (2:14:10) Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ryan Holmes steps in as Producer today and Rauce is here, as well, and we start the show by talking about what brings us the most joy, but costs the least. Next up is JCS News, followed by our Frogger's Football Follow-up. After that, we review listener Remy's choice for Whatd'ya Do That's New before hearing what Jim is going to assign. Up next is a story about Polk County Sheriff Grady Judd getting sued and why, before we talk about a rape suspect described by prosecutors as a danger to community being out on bond. Then we have fun with Trivia, before getting some Rauce Thoughts. Scott Brown with Edgewater Family Wealth joins us for 'It's Only Money' before we wrap it up with 'You Heard It Here First' and our Thank You list. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ryan Holmes steps in as Producer today and Rauce is here, as well, and we start the show by talking about what brings us the most joy, but costs the least. Next up is JCS News, followed by our Frogger's Football Follow-up. After that, we review listener Remy's choice for Whatd'ya Do That's New before hearing what Jim is going to assign. Up next is a story about Polk County Sheriff Grady Judd getting sued and why, before we talk about a rape suspect described by prosecutors as a danger to community being out on bond. Then we have fun with Trivia, before getting some Rauce Thoughts. Scott Brown with Edgewater Family Wealth joins us for 'It's Only Money' before we wrap it up with 'You Heard It Here First' and our Thank You list.

Do you feel like pain just won't let go—no matter how much you stretch, massage, or rest? The missing link could be your nervous system. In this episode of Somatic Movement & Mindset, Heidi Hadley explores how nervous system dysregulation keeps chronic pain alive—and most importantly, how you can break free.You'll discover: ✅ How stress and pain fuel each other in a feedback loop. ✅ Why staying “switched on” in fight-or-flight slows healing. ✅ How dysregulation affects proprioception, movement, and muscle tension. ✅ Why somatic practices like pandiculation, mindful movement, and breathwork calm your system at the root. ✅ Practical ways to rewire your brain for less pain and greater ease.Key Takeaway: Pain is not just physical—it's deeply tied to your nervous system. With somatic practices, you can calm your body's overprotective responses and create lasting relief.

Lauren Sherman joins Peter to debrief after Fashion Month in Paris and Milan, where the major houses were under serious pressure to deliver. Lauren breaks down the season's winners and losers—and dissects some of the rising trends this season, including Ozempic hips, 80s fashion throwbacks, and more. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Rate cuts change the math on income, but your cash flow doesn't have to shrink. We invited Will Rind of GraniteShares to unpack a practical way to keep payouts steady as short-term yields slide: a diversified basket of pass-through securities inside the HIPS ETF that aims for an all-weather stream of monthly income. We dig into how REITs, MLPs, BDCs, and fixed income–oriented closed-end funds each respond to different growth and inflation regimes, and why blending them can smooth the ride when markets lurch.We walk through the index rules that power HIPS—screening for the highest yields and the lowest volatility within each sector, then equal-weighting the results—and why the pass-through structure matters. Because these entities distribute most of their income and avoid corporate tax, more of the cash makes it to investors, and a return of capital component can improve after-tax outcomes. We also get candid about trade-offs: NAV will move with markets, but the fund has paid the same fixed monthly amount for more than a decade, including through the 2020 shock when many dividend strategies cut or suspended payouts.From portfolio fit to policy risk, we tackle the real questions advisors and investors ask. Should HIPS be core or a satellite? How does it complement the Agg or government bonds without doubling down on duration or credit? What do expense ratios mean when BDCs are involved, and how should you interpret acquired fund fees? We compare liquid, transparent alternative income to private credit's lockups and opaque marks, then explore pairing HIPS with GraniteShares' options-based Yield Boost strategies for those seeking weekly distributions and higher-octane cash flow—recognizing the higher volatility that comes with it.If you're planning for consistent cash in a falling-rate world, this conversation offers a clear framework, a battle-tested track record, and practical ways to assemble an income sleeve that pays. Subscribe, share this episode with a friend who manages income portfolios, and leave a quick review to tell us what topic you want us to tackle next.#LeadLagLive #HIPS #AlternativeYield #Investing #Income #StockMarketStart your adventure with TableTalk Friday: A D&D Podcast at the link below or wherever you get your podcasts!Youtube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLgB6B-mAeWlPM9KzGJ2O4cU0-m5lO0lkr&si=W_-jLsiREjyAIgEsSpotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/75YJ921WGQqUtwxRT71UQB?si=4R6kaAYOTtO2V Sign up to The Lead-Lag Report on Substack and get 30% off the annual subscription today by visiting http://theleadlag.report/leadlaglive. Foodies unite…with HowUdish!It's social media with a secret sauce: FOOD! The world's first network for food enthusiasts. HowUdish connects foodies across the world!Share kitchen tips and recipe hacks. Discover hidden gem food joints and street food. Find foodies like you, connect, chat and organize meet-ups!HowUdish makes it simple to connect through food anywhere in the world.So, how do YOU dish? Download HowUdish on the Apple App Store today:

Have you ever felt like your body is always “on guard,” even when nothing is wrong? Or maybe you struggle to truly relax, sleep well, or stop that constant inner tension? In this episode of Somatic Movement & Mindset, Heidi Hadley unpacks nervous system dysregulation—what it is, why it happens, and most importantly, how you can begin calming your body and mind naturally.You'll learn: ✅ What happens when your nervous system gets “stuck” in fight, flight, or freeze. ✅ The surprising physical and emotional symptoms of dysregulation. ✅ The most common causes—from chronic stress to lifestyle habits. ✅ Why pandiculation and clinical somatic movement are powerful tools to retrain your nervous system. ✅ Simple somatic and mindfulness practices you can start today.Key Takeaway: Your nervous system isn't broken—it's simply overprotective. With gentle awareness and somatic practices, you can guide it back into balance and restore calm to your mind and body.

Jiunta takes a deep dive into the three most common sources of low back pain: muscle and ligament strain, disc herniation, and age-related spinal “degeneration.” He breaks down how to recognize each, what tissue healing actually looks like, and how to train or coach through them.  PSL1 Registration is now LIVE. Sign up Now At https://www.pre-script.com/psl1 FREE Coach's Field Guide: https://www.pre-script.com/coachs-field-guide We've got a new sponsor! Marek Health is a health optimization company that offers advanced blood testing, health coaching, and expert medical oversight. Our services can help you enhance your lifestyle, nutrition, and supplementation to medical treatment and care. https://marekhealth.com/rxd Code RXD Don't miss the release of our newest educational community - The Pre-Script ® Collective! Join the community today at www.pre-script.com. For other strength training, health, and injury prevention resources, check out our website, YouTube channel, and Instagram. For more episodes, subscribe and tune in to our podcast. Also, make sure to sign up to our mailing list at www.pre-script.com to get the first updates on new programming releases. You can also follow Dr. Jordan Shallow and Dr. Jordan Jiunta on Instagram! Dr. Jordan Shallow: https://www.instagram.com/the_muscle_doc/ Dr. Jordan Jiunta: https://www.instagram.com/redwiteandjordan/ Intro (00:00:00) Why Low Back Pain Is So Common (00:03:33) Three Buckets We'll Cover (00:04:20) Strain/Sprain, What's Happening (00:04:46) How It Feels: Guarding, Spasm, Local Pain (00:06:18) Strain vs. Disc: Local vs. Radiating (00:08:47) Managing Strains: “Rest” Done Right (00:10:15) Progressing Load Over 6–12 Weeks (00:11:28) Compensations & Early Parasympathetic Work (00:13:08) Listening to Subjective Feedback (00:15:40) Disc Herniation: Mechanism & Anatomy (00:19:35) Why Nerve Symptoms Hit Hard (00:23:46) Acute Management: Bias, ROM, Relief Positions (00:26:04) Core Bracing & McGill-Style Progressions (00:29:54) Hips, Rotation & Taking Load off Lumbar Spine (00:31:06) “Degenerative” Changes Explained (00:34:46) When It Matters & Why Movement Protects (00:37:14) Program Priorities (00:39:18) The Playbook (00:41:18)

If you're constantly stretching your hips but they still feel tight, this episode is for you. So many moms tell me they stretch before every class, during workouts, and even at home yet the stiffness never seems to go away. The truth? Tight hips don't always mean you need more stretching.In this episode, I'll break down why your hips might feel tight even after endless stretches, what's really driving that tension, and what you can do instead. You'll learn how issues like core coordination,  glutes, and pelvis are often the hidden culprits behind stubborn hip tightness.Here are some exercises:Pelvis exerciseHip Mobility DrillGlute ExerciseBook your free 30-minute discovery call to chat about your goals and ways I can support you!Thank you so much for checking out this The Resilient Body Podcast episode. If you haven't done so already, please take a minute to subscribe and leave a quick rating and review of the show! If you have a suggestion on something you want to learn, feel free to email: drarneka@resilientspine.com

In the final episode of Somatic in September, Heidi Hadley weaves together everything you've learned, from the meaning of soma, to unlearning tension, to breaking free from generational stress patterns. Now it's time to step into empowerment. Heidi invites you to recalibrate and reconnect through the Total Somatics Online Membership, where you'll gain access to classes, workshops, and a global community dedicated to living pain-free and present.TO JOIN THE TOTAL SOMATICS ONLINE MEMBERSHIP:CLICK HERE to learn more and join the membership.MEMBERSHIP ENROLMENT CLOSES MIDNIGHT ON FRIDAY 3rd OCTOBER 2025.

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It's time to unlock the power of your hips. On this “Master Instructor Roundtable,” join hosts, and NASM Master Instructors, Wendy Batts, and Marty Miller, as they pull back the curtain on why your hips might be the missing link to peak performance, pain-free movement, and good posture. Is your modern lifestyle or favorite workout routine holding back your athletic potential? Have you ever wondered how something as simple as sitting or crossing your legs could be hurting your hips—and what to do about it? Dive deep into the conversation as they break down the essential role of the lumbopelvic hip complex (LPHC), reveal the hidden dangers of lower cross syndrome, and explain how your feet might be triggering issues in your hips and lower back. You'll hear personal stories from the world of sports therapy, insights into why even elite athletes are obsessed with hip function, and real-life corrective strategies you can use right away. Curious about how to spot and fix hip dysfunction before it leads to injury? Intrigued by assessments and exercises you can actually use—no matter your fitness level? Want actionable takeaways backed by the latest NASM expertise? This episode has it all, with practical tips, insider tricks, and the science that supports it. Perfect for athletes, trainers, or anyone who wants strong, pain-free hips—don't miss this must-hear discussion!  Show Notes & References: NASM CES, Chapter 13 If you like what you just consumed, leave us a 5-star review, and share this episode with a friend to help grow our NASM health and wellness community! The content shared in this podcast is solely for educational and entertainment purposes. It is not intended to be a substitute for professional advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Always seek out the guidance of your healthcare provider or other qualified professional. Any opinions expressed by guests and hosts are their own and do not necessarily reflect the views of NASM. Introducing NASM One, the membership for trainers and coaches. For just $35/mo, get unlimited access to over 300 continuing education courses, 50% off additional certifications and specializations, EDGE Trainer Pro all-in-one coaching app to grow your business, unlimited exam attempts and select waived fees. Stay on top of your game and ahead of the curve as a fitness professional with NASM One. Click here to learn more. https://bit.ly/4ddsgrm

In this powerful episode, Heidi Hadley explores the role of mirror neurons and how inherited movement and stress patterns ripple through generations. Learn how your posture, gestures, and emotional responses may not even be yours — they're learned behaviors. The good news? You can be the circuit breaker who rewrites the pattern. With mindful walking practice, Heidi shows you how to recalibrate your body and influence others with your calm presence.Let your body become the signal for safety, not stress.

Hips and Bits Stories from the Global Caravan Dancers, with host and innovator, Paulette Rees-Denis and today,with guest, Richelle Spencer, from Australia, Episode #3 Let us know your comments and questions Subscribe and enjoy... www.globalcaravandance.com www.paulettereesdenis.com copyright 2025

SummaryIn this episode Kimberly Snyder speaks with Henry Abbott, a former ESPN journalist and physical movement expert, discussing his new book 'Ballistic: The New Science of Injury-Free Athletic Performance.' They explore the importance of heart-led living, the connection between movement and emotional well-being, and the significance of understanding our body's mechanics to prevent injuries. The conversation emphasizes the need for diverse movement practices, the role of weightlifting, and the impact of hydration and nutrition on overall health. Abbott shares insights on how to improve mobility and stability, particularly focusing on the hips, and the importance of trusting our bodies to move freely and joyfully.SPONSORS: LMNTOFFER: Right now, for my listeners LMNT is offering a free sample pack with any LMNT drink mix purchase at DrinkLMNT.com/FEELGOOD. That's 8 single serving packets FREE with any LMNT any LMNT drink mix purchase. This deal is only available through my link so. Also try the new LMNT Sparkling — a bold, 16-ounce can of sparkling electrolyte water.USE LINK: DrinkLMNT.com/FEELGOODFATTY15OFFER: Fatty15 is on a mission to replenish your C15 levels and restore your long-term health. You can get an additional 15% off their 90-day subscription Starter Kit by going to fatty15.com/KIMBERLY and using code KIMBERLY at checkout.USE LINK: fatty15.com/KIMBERLYChapters00:00 Heart-Led Living and Wellness Introduction00:53 Exploring Athletic Performance and Injury Prevention03:06 The Importance of Connection to Movement05:42 Understanding Movement Patterns and Injury Risks09:01 The Role of Hips in Mobility and Stability12:00 Weightlifting and Its Benefits for Women15:00 Hydration and Nutrition for Optimal Performance17:38 The Science of Movement and Body Awareness20:50 Fascial Release and Its Impact on Mobility23:31 The Interconnection of Physical and Emotional Health26:35 Embracing Diverse Movement Practices29:31 The Role of Animals in Understanding Movement32:41 Conclusion and Call to ActionSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In Episode 2, Heidi Hadley dives deep into Sensory Motor Amnesia, how your brain keeps muscles locked in chronic tension without you even realizing it. Discover why stretching isn't the answer, and how Clinical Somatics retrains your nervous system to release pain and restore balance. With a guided pandiculation practice, you'll experience firsthand how small, slow movements can rewire your brain for calm and ease.Let your body become the signal for safety, not stress.

In this opening episode of Somatic in September, Heidi Hadley introduces the true meaning of being somatic, reconnecting with your inner sensing self rather than living on auto-pilot. Discover why your soma is more than just a body, how chronic tension forms, and why pandiculation (your body's natural reset) holds the key to pain relief and self-awareness. Plus, enjoy a guided somatic practice to begin your journey of sensing from the inside out.Let your body become the signal for safety, not stress.

In this week's podcast, Dr. Mistry and Donna Lee are joined by Orthopedic Surgeon, Dr. Tyler Goldberg!  Dr. Goldberg has been on the show several times and one of Armor Men's Health Show's favorite guests!  Dr. Goldberg specializes in fixing hips and knees at Austin Orthopedic Institute in Austin, TX.  He also has an outstanding concierge VIP orthopedic practice within AOI that will surely impress you!  You can learn more about Dr. Goldberg by visiting https://austinoi.com/ or calling him at (512) 856-1000.  You can learn more about his orthopedic concierge services by visiting https://tdgconciergeservices.com/ or by calling him at (512) 856-1000.  Voted top Men's Health Podcast, Sex Therapy Podcast, and Prostate Cancer Podcast by FeedSpot.Dr. Mistry is a board-certified urologist and has been treating patients in the Austin and Greater Williamson County area since he started his private practice, NAU Urology Specialists (now Urology Specialists of Austin), in 2007.  Donna Lee works with Dr. Mistry as Urology Specialists of Austin's Director of Business Development and she's also a professional standup comedian touring the country. We enjoy hearing from you! Visit www.armormenshealth.com to submit a question and we'll  answer your questions anonymously in an upcoming episode!  Phone: (512) 238-0762Website: www.armormenshealth.comEmail: armormenshealth@gmail.comOur Locations:Round Rock Office970 Hester's Crossing Road Suite 101 Round Rock, TX 78681South Austin Office6501 South Congress Suite 1-103 Austin, TX 78745Lakeline Office12505 Hymeadow Drive Suite 2C Austin, TX 78750Dripping Springs Office170 Benney Lane Suite 202 Dripping Springs, TX 78620

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Welcome to Episode #2 of Hips and Bits, my brand new podcast, to share stories and journeys of Global Caravan dancers, of becoming, of coming into one's own creative bliss, of dancing, and dancers, and businesses, divine femienine power and beauty and spiritual connection, and community, and co-creation...and so much more In this Episode, meet Caroline Close, from Cairns, Australia, who I have had the pleasure of teaching, certifying, dancing with many moons ago when I used to travel to AUS yearly to connect and teach. 

Struggling to fall asleep or waking up wired in the middle of the night?You're not alone. Chronic insomnia and restlessness are often signs of stored muscle tension and a hyper-alert nervous system—especially if you're stuck in fight-or-flight mode all day.In this soothing and science-backed episode of the Somatic Movement & Mindset podcast, Clinical Somatic Educator Heidi Hadley explains how daily nervous system regulation and gentle somatic movement routines can help you unwind, release tension, and reclaim deep, restorative sleep—without relying on medication or rigid sleep hacks.In this episode, you'll learn: 

PrizePicks, Run your game! https://prizepicks.onelink.me/LME0/ISSUES #ad  What up PEEPS! We're back with another edition of the Daddy Issues Podcast. This week it's man hips, athletes from the south, food ingredients, twitter years ago, Lil Nas X, Snoop Dogg & selective outrage, and fighting for pay.

PrizePicks, Run your game! https://prizepicks.onelink.me/LME0/ISSUES #ad  What up PEEPS! We're back with another edition of the Daddy Issues Podcast. This week it's man hips, athletes from the south, food ingredients, twitter years ago, Lil Nas X, Snoop Dogg & selective outrage, and fighting for pay.

If you've been told your leaking or pelvic floor issues are all about a “weak core,” you might be missing two critical pieces of the puzzle: your hips and your feet.In this episode, Dr. Ar'neka breaks down why tight hips and stiff feet can completely change the way forces travel through your body and why your pelvic floor often ends up taking the brunt of it. From shock absorption in the hips to spring-like support in the feet, these areas are more connected to your pelvic floor health than most people realize.You'll learn:Why “just strengthening your core” isn't enough for pelvic floor supportHow limited hip mobility and stiff feet create more stress for your back, core, and pelvic floorA simple self-check to see if your hips and feet are moving wellThe key difference between stretching and mobility work—and why your body needs the latterEveryday movement examples (walking, lifting, rebounding) where hips and feet play a bigger role than you thinkYour pelvic floor doesn't work in isolation it's part of a system. If your hips and feet aren't doing their job, your pelvic floor will always be overloaded.Book your free 30-minute discovery call to chat about your goals and ways I can support you!Thank you so much for checking out this The Resilient Body Podcast episode. If you haven't done so already, please take a minute to subscribe and leave a quick rating and review of the show! If you have a suggestion on something you want to learn, feel free to email: drarneka@resilientspine.com

Today's episode is going to focus on addressing hip pathology in the setting of dysplasia — soft tissue management alone or with a periacetabular osteotomy.We are joined today by two outstanding guests! Dr. Jorge Chahla is an Associate Professor of orthopedic surgery at Rush University Medical Center and serves as the Director of Biomechanical Research and Director of the International Fellowship Program at Midwest Orthopaedics at Rush. He is a team physician for the Chicago White Sox, Chicago Bulls and The Joffrey Ballet.Dr. Robert Parisien is an Associate Professor of orthopedic surgery at Mount Sinai Orthopedics and is a team physician for US Ski and Snowboard and USA Fencing. He has published extensively on the topic of hip preservation and received numerous research awards over the years, so we are very excited to hear his take on this topic!So, without further ado, let's get to the Exhibit Hall!

Jeremie met Terry where all deep, life-altering connections begin: half-naked in a sauna, trying not to die of heat stroke. What started as a sweaty convo about testosterone turned into one of the most jaw-dropping pain stories we've ever heard. Terry's been battling chronic pain since the age of nine thanks to a rare hip disease that left his femur more hammerhead shark than ball-and-socket. He's survived countless surgeries, dealt with decades of ignorance around pain management, and got hit by a car after finally getting relief from his first hip replacement. Oh yeah—he's also the President of the Chronic Pain Association of Canada. This episode is for anyone who's ever been told they're “too young” for real pain, who's had their suffering questioned, or who just wants to hear a badass 64-year-old tell it like it is—with a body that creaks louder than a haunted house and a sense of humour sharper than a surgical scalpel.Follow Sickboy on Instagram, TikTok and Discord!

He built the stars before they were famous. From Shakira to The Weeknd, John Mayer to Bruno Mars, Charlie Walk has shaped music history behind the scenes—crafting hits, building brands, and exposing the myths of overnight success. In this episode, he breaks down the truth behind the making of “Hips Don't Lie,” what really separates stars from viral moments, and how today's artists are getting it all wrong. Whether you're an aspiring musician, entrepreneur, or just love a good industry bombshell—this one's for you. Compare to the songs here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt18CfIuST4  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUT5rEU6pqM    Charlie's links https://www.instagram.com/charliewalk/?hl=en https://www.charliesangels.vc/

Love Island USA Season 7 Premiere Episode Airs Over 40 Minutes Late (PEOPLE) (57:46)Billionaire YouTuber MrBeast confesses he's borrowing money from his mom to pay for wedding (Page Six) (1:07:56)Kim Kardashian's Skims launched viral nipple bras. Hips are next. (USA Today) (1:14:29)Tinder tests out new height filter ‘to help people connect more intentionally' (NY Post) (1:17:49)Britney Spears and Balenciaga's Debut Collection Includes Hoodies and Baseball Caps Selling for Over $1,000 (PEOPLE) (1:23:02)The Toast with Jackie (@JackieOshry) and Valeria Lipovetsky (@valerialipovetsky) Lean InThe Camper and The Counselor by Jackie OshryMerchThe Toast PatreonGirl With No Job by Claudia OshrySee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.