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Text me your thoughts or questions on this episode!In this episode of Think Like a Designer, I sit down with Christina Cruz to talk about what slow style really looks like in action. Her aesthetic may be more modern and pared back than mine, but it's just as layered and soulful. We explore how she blends antiques with clean lines, incorporates meaningful travel finds, and uses natural materials to warm up contemporary spaces. From gallery walls built around collected art to a moody office-turned-bar and family-friendly kitchens that don't sacrifice beauty, Christina proves that great design isn't about trends—it's about intention. Different look, same philosophy: create a home that tells your story.Download the free guide to Define Your Signature StyleBuy the book, "Slow Style Home"Learn more at our website Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

Virgin guy gets the girl at last.Based on a post by S3lwyncd0g. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.I had no idea how much my life was about to change when I went to work that night in April 1980. I was nineteen, had no girlfriend, hell, never even been kissed. I had a job buffing floors in a department store. All the cleaning and restocking was done in the evening and right after closing. Then, after everyone was gone, I came in to do the floors. This way, no one was in my way or tracking on the floors. I would wax a different area each night and simply mop and buff all others as needed. I was going to Junior College and the store's general manager was my Dad's best friend and my godfather. Looking back, I was so lucky that this happened before camera surveillance systems were widespread and affordable.I stuck a tape in the cassette player in the office and it played over the store's sound system, Kool and the Gang was my music tonight. I turned around and nearly shit my pants. Daphne, the Boss's daughter, was right behind me, I yelped.“Sorry, Kip. Didn't mean to scare you.” she said.“T-That's okay,” I replied trying to calm down, “I didn't know anyone was here.”She pointed to her Dad's office, “Yeah, I was crashed on his sofa.”I noticed she had a sad demeanor and her hair was all mussed up.“I just didn't feel like going home and needed someplace to sit and think,” she said and turning, walked out of the office and onto the store floor.The offices were on the second floor which also contained the Home Decor and Furnishings as well as Clothing departments. I followed her.Daphne was almost like a cousin. We'd grown up together, she was a year older than me and had been a tomboy until puberty hit her. And boy, did it hit her hard. She went from cute to hot in no time. Of course boys noticed and flocked around her. I got left behind. Now at twenty she stood 5'9", was stacked with big tits and the naturally blonde hair from her Mother's Swedish family line. She was wearing a baggy blue crop-top and a pair of red and white striped tight short shorts. (ah the fashion of the 80's) Her long legs looked amazing. Naturally I followed her.“You okay?” I asked when I caught up with her.“Hmm? Oh yeah… I guess…” she mumbled. Then she stopped and leaned on the railing around the escalator. I stood there in silence.God, her ass looked awesome! I started to step away when she leaned forward on her elbows. Her crop top hung open and I could see her tits hanging free. They looked huge. Of course I wasn't experienced and had only seen tits in flashes and glimpses and Playboy. So this turned me on. I stood and stared for a moment then moved slightly to get a better view.“Kip? You know those silly episodes of shows and in movies where people swap bodies?”“Yeah.”“It's stupid, I know, doesn't happen, can't happen… but, damn, I wish I could do it right now.”“What do you mean?” I asked.Daphne turned and walked towards the Furnishings displays. She paused in a “Bedroom display” and stood in front of a dresser. It was wide and low with an enormous mirror.“I'm tired of this.” she said. “I was happier when we were kids and could play and swim and have fun together.” She looked at my reflection and continued, “You were my best friend and confidant. We had so much fun together. Remember when we went skinny dipping?” she smiled.We'd been only eight and nine at the time and didn't know anything about sex or attraction, hell we were so innocent, we weren't even curious. We simply got hot and swam, then dressed and went on playing. I'd actually forgotten about it.“Then suddenly I emerge from my cocoon a beautiful butterfly and everything changes.” She was quiet for a moment, just staring at her reflection. “I wish it hadn't.”I stepped closer, surprised to hear her confession. Taking a deep breath she continued.“Suddenly everyone wanted to be close to me, no… not just close. Everyone wanted to possess me, own me… use me. Even my Dad wanted to use me for advertising. Those photos they took? Yeah, those were the tame ones the company approved. Some were deemed unacceptable. Mom and Dad didn't care what the photographer asked me to do or wear or how to pose. They insisted that he was the professional and knew best. I felt cheap. And all the guys I dated? Every single one of them only wanted sex. That's why I dated so many guys. I'd date a guy till he pressed for sex, then drop him. Problem was that all the guys wanted sex, none of them wanted me.”Suddenly I felt guilty for looking at her tits.“Finally it happened. Six months ago, I went to a party. I was having fun, then I woke up the next day in a strange house with my ass in a gallon of cum. I'd been drugged and raped. I wanted to die.” Tears flowed as she continued. “They'd left polaroids of me getting fucked but nothing to identify them. I gave in and started having sex. I figured it was useless to refuse and the damage was already done, I wasn't a virgin. I ended up at another party where I lost count of the guys I fucked. Then I had a pregnancy scare and confessed to my folks. Mom and Dad saw the danger I was in. They supported me and protected me, even though it was too late. I've been to doctors, the police and psychiatrists. They say I'm clean and lucky. I didn't get pregnant or catch a disease. But there's no way to find who did it either. I had to cut out everyone who had been a part of my life before then. I was even afraid to go out or dress nice. I was afraid of someone seeing me and deciding they wanted me.”She looked at me.“I was so lonely. Then I thought of you. And I remembered how much fun we had, and how much we shared. I realized I hadn't had a best friend since I'd left you behind… And I realized you were my first boyfriend even if we didn't understand what that meant. I saw that I'd lost a really great guy. And I'm sorry for that. It was stupid.”“I'm sorry I didn't try to follow you.” I said. “I realized you were beautiful and figured that you were out of my league…”“Kip, Mom and I had a talk… well, we had a lot of talks, but… Look, do you think my dad is handsome?”“Uh, no.”“But my Mom is hot, right?”“Yeah!” I scoffed.“So I asked her why she picked him when she probably could have picked anyone. She said it was because he first was her best friend. They were friends first, lovers second. She said that's why they're happy.”“Oh.”“Kip? Can we go back? Can we be best friends again?”“Sure! Of course!”“And would you like to go out… sometime?”“Absolutely!”“Would you be my boyfriend?”I was touched. I realized how much I still cared for her and how much I'd missed her. I had been forced to push my feelings down and bury them.“I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.” I answered and a smile spread across my face.Daphne smiled and hugged me tightly. We stood there hugging as she sniffled for a while. My emotions were going everywhere. I was overjoyed to have my friend back, saddened that she had suffered, and… aroused by the feeling of her tits pressing tight against me, her arms around my neck, the warmth of her body… and my cock stiffened. In fact this had to be the fastest I went from flaccid to erect ever. I was mortified because there was no way Daphne could miss it.“Oh wow!” she said and rubbed her pelvis against my bulge. She giggled and squeezed me tighter. “God, Kip, that feels huge!”Releasing me she stepped back. I saw she was biting her lower lip as she stared at the bulge in my jeans. I knew that was a habit of hers when she was trying to make a decision. I tried to shift my hard on around a bit to get comfortable. Suddenly Daphne lunged forward and grabbed my belt. She opened my pants in a flash and yanked them down along with my briefs. My cock stood out and she grabbed it. Grinning she knelt in front of me and stroked it.It felt incredible. I'd jacked off before and this was so much better that I knew immediately that I wouldn't last. Daphne kissed it and sucked on it then when I cried out she swallowed all my cum. She finally released me and smiled.“Holy cow! That was amazing…” I mumbled.Daphne stood and kissed me. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and her hands gripped my head tightly. My hands found her waist and slid up under her top without conscious thought. I felt her tits and she moaned.Daphne stepped back. She pulled off her top. Her tits were the most amazing tits I've ever seen. Even after all these years. They were round, full and firm, (I found out later she wore a 34D) with big pink areola and stubby darker nipples. She then shrugged off her tight shorts and panties. She flopped onto the display bed and held her arms out.I stripped quickly and joined her. She realized I was fumbling and guided my cock into her. Oh my god, the feeling of my first, warm, wet pussy was amazing. I had to stroke a few times to get all the way in, but she was full of encouragement. She finally had me going all out as she begged me for more.“Fuck me Kip! Fuck me! Yes!”Cliche as it may sound we came almost together. I was groaning and gasping as she practically screamed.But we didn't stop. We paused thrusting and grinding but I stayed inside of her and fairly stiff. We kissed over and over. I couldn't get enough of her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed. We continued to fuck and absolutely destroyed the display's bedding.My god, but she was loud! It drove me to pound her over and over. I came several times but we only slowed briefly. Each time she kissed, tongued and begged me for more. And my eager young cock responded quickly. This still turns me on, I am still thrilled by a loud lover.We fucked until I was spent, absolutely spent. I lay there panting, covered in sweat and Daphne rolled on top of me, we kissed and stared into each other's eyes. I caressed her back and she rubbed her wet crotch against me.“God, Kip! That was fantastic! Better than I dreamed!”“You dreamed?” I asked.“Well, yeah.” she said sitting up. “Last night in fact.”Daphne lay down on the bed and began caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples.“I gave into sex and enjoyed it, or rather, I enjoyed being wanted. I enjoyed getting fucked some of the time and endured it the rest of the time. But I seldom came. My orgasms were rare and sometimes disappointingly shallow and brief. Then I was celebate for so long, I was afraid to masturbate… afraid it would tempt me to go out and start look for sex. Finally, after talking to my Mom and thinking about you and what we had, I fell asleep last night and dreamed of you. I dreamed of seducing you and I woke up masturbating and about to cum.”“Did you?” I asked, grinning “Did you make yourself cum?”“Y-Yes…” she whispered.“Show me.” I whispered back. “Show me how you did it.”Daphne slid her right hand down her body to her moung and slowly spread her legs. Her hand massaged her pussy in circles as her left continued to squeeze her breast. She kept her eyes closed and slid two fingers into her pussy. I shifted to get a better view. She started stroking slowly and there was so much fluid, hers and mine, oozing out. I found it an unexpected turn on. My cock was stiff and I wanted to fuck her so badly but the sight mesmerized me. Soon she was stroking faster and faster. After a bit her hips began to rock. I glanced up and saw she was looking at me. She groaned and bit her lip as she came, her body going rigid for a moment.“I-I'mmm ccccuuuummmmmiinnnggg……” she moaned.I couldn't stand it. I mounted her and slid my cock into her as quickly as I could. Her pussy was so wet that I slid in all the way in one thrust. Her pussy was quivering and her eyes were wide as she gasped. She lifted her hands to my face and I found her wet finger in my mouth. I sucked them as I began to stroke in and out. Her titties bounced and I fucked harder and faster.“Ohhh gaawwwddd!” she moaned. “Ohhhhh yesssss! I'mmmm still ccuuummmminnnggggg…. Ohh god, oh god, oh god!” Daphne's eyes rolled back.Suddenly I exploded and came, pumping a huge load into Daphne's pussy. Daphne groaned and relaxed. I pulled out and she rolled onto her side and curled into a ball. Her pussy was visible as she pulled her knees up to her chest. I watched as my cum seeped from between those beautiful lips and flowed down to pool beneath her ass.I sat back and tried to control my breathing. This was insane! Fucking the boss's daughter, on the job, on a display bed! I looked around nervously. We were still alone. I found myself grinning both from the exhilaration of sex and the absurdity of it all.Daphne actually dozed off for a few minutes and I watched her as she slowly relaxed and rolled away from the puddle of wetness. She lay there and I realized just how beautiful she was. Not just sexy. She was that. But sweet and pretty and… I fell in love. She woke when I edged closer and caressed her hip and back. She smiled and we kissed.“Come on,” I said, “We've got a mess to clean up.”She looked at the bed and realized what we had done. We had not only ruined the bedding, but the wetness had seeped down into the mattress itself.After getting dressed, we gathered the soiled bedding and stuffed it into a garbage bag. She went to the back and retrieved another set and we remade the bed. She hung around while I finished buffing the floors, dancing to the music on the sound system. I hurried through the motions, but really the floors were in pretty good shape already. After putting my stuff away, I threw the bag of soiled bedding into the dumpster. I went back inside and found Daphne standing by the door to the offices. She seemed less cheerful and a little distant.“What's up?” I asked as I slid my arms around her.There were tears in her eyes as she looked at me. “Kip? Do… Do you want me? Really want me? Or am I just going to be your girlfriend for sex?”I was taken aback.“Of course I want you!”“But I was a slut. I've screwed a lot of guys…”“And you came to me.” I said. “And we didn't have to fuck but we did and it meant the world to me. Daphne, you were my first. Do you get it? I came to work a virgin and you gave yourself to me. I don't care how many guys you fucked before. You and I fucked and it was great! We came like, a jillion times and I want to do it again and again and again! And not just because you're sexy, but because you wanted me. And I want to be wanted, needed.”“I need you too Kip!” she said as the tears flowed freely. This sex with you was better than anything I've ever done… because it was you!“We kissed and I held her as she cried. Finally we locked up and I followed as she drove home.She developed a habit of popping in on me every night. Sometimes we fucked, sometimes we didn't. We were careful not to ruin any more displays. She later introduced me to oral sex, both giving and receiving. I loved eating her out, and she could get me off easily and swallow it all leaving nothing to clean up. Sometimes she would strip and dress in lingerie from the racks and dance for me.We dated and spent a lot of time together. I was surprised when her dad told me he was hiring another company to do the floors. But then he offered me a job as an Assistant Manager. When I accepted and we shook hands he grinned and said,“Good, can't have my son-in-law buffing floors all his life.”“Excuse me?”“I see the way you two are. You're in love. I'm in favor of it. The two of you belong together, you're good for each other. Just take your time and get it right, don't rush.”We did. And as I type this memory I know she is lying naked in our bed, waiting for me to come to her. So… goodnight.By S3lwyncd0g, for Literotica

Virgin guy gets the girl at last.Based on a post by S3lwyncd0g. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.I had no idea how much my life was about to change when I went to work that night in April 1980. I was nineteen, had no girlfriend, hell, never even been kissed. I had a job buffing floors in a department store. All the cleaning and restocking was done in the evening and right after closing. Then, after everyone was gone, I came in to do the floors. This way, no one was in my way or tracking on the floors. I would wax a different area each night and simply mop and buff all others as needed. I was going to Junior College and the store's general manager was my Dad's best friend and my godfather. Looking back, I was so lucky that this happened before camera surveillance systems were widespread and affordable.I stuck a tape in the cassette player in the office and it played over the store's sound system, Kool and the Gang was my music tonight. I turned around and nearly shit my pants. Daphne, the Boss's daughter, was right behind me, I yelped.“Sorry, Kip. Didn't mean to scare you.” she said.“T-That's okay,” I replied trying to calm down, “I didn't know anyone was here.”She pointed to her Dad's office, “Yeah, I was crashed on his sofa.”I noticed she had a sad demeanor and her hair was all mussed up.“I just didn't feel like going home and needed someplace to sit and think,” she said and turning, walked out of the office and onto the store floor.The offices were on the second floor which also contained the Home Decor and Furnishings as well as Clothing departments. I followed her.Daphne was almost like a cousin. We'd grown up together, she was a year older than me and had been a tomboy until puberty hit her. And boy, did it hit her hard. She went from cute to hot in no time. Of course boys noticed and flocked around her. I got left behind. Now at twenty she stood 5'9", was stacked with big tits and the naturally blonde hair from her Mother's Swedish family line. She was wearing a baggy blue crop-top and a pair of red and white striped tight short shorts. (ah the fashion of the 80's) Her long legs looked amazing. Naturally I followed her.“You okay?” I asked when I caught up with her.“Hmm? Oh yeah… I guess…” she mumbled. Then she stopped and leaned on the railing around the escalator. I stood there in silence.God, her ass looked awesome! I started to step away when she leaned forward on her elbows. Her crop top hung open and I could see her tits hanging free. They looked huge. Of course I wasn't experienced and had only seen tits in flashes and glimpses and Playboy. So this turned me on. I stood and stared for a moment then moved slightly to get a better view.“Kip? You know those silly episodes of shows and in movies where people swap bodies?”“Yeah.”“It's stupid, I know, doesn't happen, can't happen… but, damn, I wish I could do it right now.”“What do you mean?” I asked.Daphne turned and walked towards the Furnishings displays. She paused in a “Bedroom display” and stood in front of a dresser. It was wide and low with an enormous mirror.“I'm tired of this.” she said. “I was happier when we were kids and could play and swim and have fun together.” She looked at my reflection and continued, “You were my best friend and confidant. We had so much fun together. Remember when we went skinny dipping?” she smiled.We'd been only eight and nine at the time and didn't know anything about sex or attraction, hell we were so innocent, we weren't even curious. We simply got hot and swam, then dressed and went on playing. I'd actually forgotten about it.“Then suddenly I emerge from my cocoon a beautiful butterfly and everything changes.” She was quiet for a moment, just staring at her reflection. “I wish it hadn't.”I stepped closer, surprised to hear her confession. Taking a deep breath she continued.“Suddenly everyone wanted to be close to me, no… not just close. Everyone wanted to possess me, own me… use me. Even my Dad wanted to use me for advertising. Those photos they took? Yeah, those were the tame ones the company approved. Some were deemed unacceptable. Mom and Dad didn't care what the photographer asked me to do or wear or how to pose. They insisted that he was the professional and knew best. I felt cheap. And all the guys I dated? Every single one of them only wanted sex. That's why I dated so many guys. I'd date a guy till he pressed for sex, then drop him. Problem was that all the guys wanted sex, none of them wanted me.”Suddenly I felt guilty for looking at her tits.“Finally it happened. Six months ago, I went to a party. I was having fun, then I woke up the next day in a strange house with my ass in a gallon of cum. I'd been drugged and raped. I wanted to die.” Tears flowed as she continued. “They'd left polaroids of me getting fucked but nothing to identify them. I gave in and started having sex. I figured it was useless to refuse and the damage was already done, I wasn't a virgin. I ended up at another party where I lost count of the guys I fucked. Then I had a pregnancy scare and confessed to my folks. Mom and Dad saw the danger I was in. They supported me and protected me, even though it was too late. I've been to doctors, the police and psychiatrists. They say I'm clean and lucky. I didn't get pregnant or catch a disease. But there's no way to find who did it either. I had to cut out everyone who had been a part of my life before then. I was even afraid to go out or dress nice. I was afraid of someone seeing me and deciding they wanted me.”She looked at me.“I was so lonely. Then I thought of you. And I remembered how much fun we had, and how much we shared. I realized I hadn't had a best friend since I'd left you behind… And I realized you were my first boyfriend even if we didn't understand what that meant. I saw that I'd lost a really great guy. And I'm sorry for that. It was stupid.”“I'm sorry I didn't try to follow you.” I said. “I realized you were beautiful and figured that you were out of my league…”“Kip, Mom and I had a talk… well, we had a lot of talks, but… Look, do you think my dad is handsome?”“Uh, no.”“But my Mom is hot, right?”“Yeah!” I scoffed.“So I asked her why she picked him when she probably could have picked anyone. She said it was because he first was her best friend. They were friends first, lovers second. She said that's why they're happy.”“Oh.”“Kip? Can we go back? Can we be best friends again?”“Sure! Of course!”“And would you like to go out… sometime?”“Absolutely!”“Would you be my boyfriend?”I was touched. I realized how much I still cared for her and how much I'd missed her. I had been forced to push my feelings down and bury them.“I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.” I answered and a smile spread across my face.Daphne smiled and hugged me tightly. We stood there hugging as she sniffled for a while. My emotions were going everywhere. I was overjoyed to have my friend back, saddened that she had suffered, and… aroused by the feeling of her tits pressing tight against me, her arms around my neck, the warmth of her body… and my cock stiffened. In fact this had to be the fastest I went from flaccid to erect ever. I was mortified because there was no way Daphne could miss it.“Oh wow!” she said and rubbed her pelvis against my bulge. She giggled and squeezed me tighter. “God, Kip, that feels huge!”Releasing me she stepped back. I saw she was biting her lower lip as she stared at the bulge in my jeans. I knew that was a habit of hers when she was trying to make a decision. I tried to shift my hard on around a bit to get comfortable. Suddenly Daphne lunged forward and grabbed my belt. She opened my pants in a flash and yanked them down along with my briefs. My cock stood out and she grabbed it. Grinning she knelt in front of me and stroked it.It felt incredible. I'd jacked off before and this was so much better that I knew immediately that I wouldn't last. Daphne kissed it and sucked on it then when I cried out she swallowed all my cum. She finally released me and smiled.“Holy cow! That was amazing…” I mumbled.Daphne stood and kissed me. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and her hands gripped my head tightly. My hands found her waist and slid up under her top without conscious thought. I felt her tits and she moaned.Daphne stepped back. She pulled off her top. Her tits were the most amazing tits I've ever seen. Even after all these years. They were round, full and firm, (I found out later she wore a 34D) with big pink areola and stubby darker nipples. She then shrugged off her tight shorts and panties. She flopped onto the display bed and held her arms out.I stripped quickly and joined her. She realized I was fumbling and guided my cock into her. Oh my god, the feeling of my first, warm, wet pussy was amazing. I had to stroke a few times to get all the way in, but she was full of encouragement. She finally had me going all out as she begged me for more.“Fuck me Kip! Fuck me! Yes!”Cliche as it may sound we came almost together. I was groaning and gasping as she practically screamed.But we didn't stop. We paused thrusting and grinding but I stayed inside of her and fairly stiff. We kissed over and over. I couldn't get enough of her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed. We continued to fuck and absolutely destroyed the display's bedding.My god, but she was loud! It drove me to pound her over and over. I came several times but we only slowed briefly. Each time she kissed, tongued and begged me for more. And my eager young cock responded quickly. This still turns me on, I am still thrilled by a loud lover.We fucked until I was spent, absolutely spent. I lay there panting, covered in sweat and Daphne rolled on top of me, we kissed and stared into each other's eyes. I caressed her back and she rubbed her wet crotch against me.“God, Kip! That was fantastic! Better than I dreamed!”“You dreamed?” I asked.“Well, yeah.” she said sitting up. “Last night in fact.”Daphne lay down on the bed and began caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples.“I gave into sex and enjoyed it, or rather, I enjoyed being wanted. I enjoyed getting fucked some of the time and endured it the rest of the time. But I seldom came. My orgasms were rare and sometimes disappointingly shallow and brief. Then I was celebate for so long, I was afraid to masturbate… afraid it would tempt me to go out and start look for sex. Finally, after talking to my Mom and thinking about you and what we had, I fell asleep last night and dreamed of you. I dreamed of seducing you and I woke up masturbating and about to cum.”“Did you?” I asked, grinning “Did you make yourself cum?”“Y-Yes…” she whispered.“Show me.” I whispered back. “Show me how you did it.”Daphne slid her right hand down her body to her moung and slowly spread her legs. Her hand massaged her pussy in circles as her left continued to squeeze her breast. She kept her eyes closed and slid two fingers into her pussy. I shifted to get a better view. She started stroking slowly and there was so much fluid, hers and mine, oozing out. I found it an unexpected turn on. My cock was stiff and I wanted to fuck her so badly but the sight mesmerized me. Soon she was stroking faster and faster. After a bit her hips began to rock. I glanced up and saw she was looking at me. She groaned and bit her lip as she came, her body going rigid for a moment.“I-I'mmm ccccuuuummmmmiinnnggg……” she moaned.I couldn't stand it. I mounted her and slid my cock into her as quickly as I could. Her pussy was so wet that I slid in all the way in one thrust. Her pussy was quivering and her eyes were wide as she gasped. She lifted her hands to my face and I found her wet finger in my mouth. I sucked them as I began to stroke in and out. Her titties bounced and I fucked harder and faster.“Ohhh gaawwwddd!” she moaned. “Ohhhhh yesssss! I'mmmm still ccuuummmminnnggggg…. Ohh god, oh god, oh god!” Daphne's eyes rolled back.Suddenly I exploded and came, pumping a huge load into Daphne's pussy. Daphne groaned and relaxed. I pulled out and she rolled onto her side and curled into a ball. Her pussy was visible as she pulled her knees up to her chest. I watched as my cum seeped from between those beautiful lips and flowed down to pool beneath her ass.I sat back and tried to control my breathing. This was insane! Fucking the boss's daughter, on the job, on a display bed! I looked around nervously. We were still alone. I found myself grinning both from the exhilaration of sex and the absurdity of it all.Daphne actually dozed off for a few minutes and I watched her as she slowly relaxed and rolled away from the puddle of wetness. She lay there and I realized just how beautiful she was. Not just sexy. She was that. But sweet and pretty and… I fell in love. She woke when I edged closer and caressed her hip and back. She smiled and we kissed.“Come on,” I said, “We've got a mess to clean up.”She looked at the bed and realized what we had done. We had not only ruined the bedding, but the wetness had seeped down into the mattress itself.After getting dressed, we gathered the soiled bedding and stuffed it into a garbage bag. She went to the back and retrieved another set and we remade the bed. She hung around while I finished buffing the floors, dancing to the music on the sound system. I hurried through the motions, but really the floors were in pretty good shape already. After putting my stuff away, I threw the bag of soiled bedding into the dumpster. I went back inside and found Daphne standing by the door to the offices. She seemed less cheerful and a little distant.“What's up?” I asked as I slid my arms around her.There were tears in her eyes as she looked at me. “Kip? Do… Do you want me? Really want me? Or am I just going to be your girlfriend for sex?”I was taken aback.“Of course I want you!”“But I was a slut. I've screwed a lot of guys…”“And you came to me.” I said. “And we didn't have to fuck but we did and it meant the world to me. Daphne, you were my first. Do you get it? I came to work a virgin and you gave yourself to me. I don't care how many guys you fucked before. You and I fucked and it was great! We came like, a jillion times and I want to do it again and again and again! And not just because you're sexy, but because you wanted me. And I want to be wanted, needed.”“I need you too Kip!” she said as the tears flowed freely. This sex with you was better than anything I've ever done… because it was you!“We kissed and I held her as she cried. Finally we locked up and I followed as she drove home.She developed a habit of popping in on me every night. Sometimes we fucked, sometimes we didn't. We were careful not to ruin any more displays. She later introduced me to oral sex, both giving and receiving. I loved eating her out, and she could get me off easily and swallow it all leaving nothing to clean up. Sometimes she would strip and dress in lingerie from the racks and dance for me.We dated and spent a lot of time together. I was surprised when her dad told me he was hiring another company to do the floors. But then he offered me a job as an Assistant Manager. When I accepted and we shook hands he grinned and said,“Good, can't have my son-in-law buffing floors all his life.”“Excuse me?”“I see the way you two are. You're in love. I'm in favor of it. The two of you belong together, you're good for each other. Just take your time and get it right, don't rush.”We did. And as I type this memory I know she is lying naked in our bed, waiting for me to come to her. So… goodnight.By S3lwyncd0g, for Literotica

Virgin guy gets the girl at last.Based on a post by S3lwyncd0g. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.I had no idea how much my life was about to change when I went to work that night in April 1980. I was nineteen, had no girlfriend, hell, never even been kissed. I had a job buffing floors in a department store. All the cleaning and restocking was done in the evening and right after closing. Then, after everyone was gone, I came in to do the floors. This way, no one was in my way or tracking on the floors. I would wax a different area each night and simply mop and buff all others as needed. I was going to Junior College and the store's general manager was my Dad's best friend and my godfather. Looking back, I was so lucky that this happened before camera surveillance systems were widespread and affordable.I stuck a tape in the cassette player in the office and it played over the store's sound system, Kool and the Gang was my music tonight. I turned around and nearly shit my pants. Daphne, the Boss's daughter, was right behind me, I yelped.“Sorry, Kip. Didn't mean to scare you.” she said.“T-That's okay,” I replied trying to calm down, “I didn't know anyone was here.”She pointed to her Dad's office, “Yeah, I was crashed on his sofa.”I noticed she had a sad demeanor and her hair was all mussed up.“I just didn't feel like going home and needed someplace to sit and think,” she said and turning, walked out of the office and onto the store floor.The offices were on the second floor which also contained the Home Decor and Furnishings as well as Clothing departments. I followed her.Daphne was almost like a cousin. We'd grown up together, she was a year older than me and had been a tomboy until puberty hit her. And boy, did it hit her hard. She went from cute to hot in no time. Of course boys noticed and flocked around her. I got left behind. Now at twenty she stood 5'9", was stacked with big tits and the naturally blonde hair from her Mother's Swedish family line. She was wearing a baggy blue crop-top and a pair of red and white striped tight short shorts. (ah the fashion of the 80's) Her long legs looked amazing. Naturally I followed her.“You okay?” I asked when I caught up with her.“Hmm? Oh yeah… I guess…” she mumbled. Then she stopped and leaned on the railing around the escalator. I stood there in silence.God, her ass looked awesome! I started to step away when she leaned forward on her elbows. Her crop top hung open and I could see her tits hanging free. They looked huge. Of course I wasn't experienced and had only seen tits in flashes and glimpses and Playboy. So this turned me on. I stood and stared for a moment then moved slightly to get a better view.“Kip? You know those silly episodes of shows and in movies where people swap bodies?”“Yeah.”“It's stupid, I know, doesn't happen, can't happen… but, damn, I wish I could do it right now.”“What do you mean?” I asked.Daphne turned and walked towards the Furnishings displays. She paused in a “Bedroom display” and stood in front of a dresser. It was wide and low with an enormous mirror.“I'm tired of this.” she said. “I was happier when we were kids and could play and swim and have fun together.” She looked at my reflection and continued, “You were my best friend and confidant. We had so much fun together. Remember when we went skinny dipping?” she smiled.We'd been only eight and nine at the time and didn't know anything about sex or attraction, hell we were so innocent, we weren't even curious. We simply got hot and swam, then dressed and went on playing. I'd actually forgotten about it.“Then suddenly I emerge from my cocoon a beautiful butterfly and everything changes.” She was quiet for a moment, just staring at her reflection. “I wish it hadn't.”I stepped closer, surprised to hear her confession. Taking a deep breath she continued.“Suddenly everyone wanted to be close to me, no… not just close. Everyone wanted to possess me, own me… use me. Even my Dad wanted to use me for advertising. Those photos they took? Yeah, those were the tame ones the company approved. Some were deemed unacceptable. Mom and Dad didn't care what the photographer asked me to do or wear or how to pose. They insisted that he was the professional and knew best. I felt cheap. And all the guys I dated? Every single one of them only wanted sex. That's why I dated so many guys. I'd date a guy till he pressed for sex, then drop him. Problem was that all the guys wanted sex, none of them wanted me.”Suddenly I felt guilty for looking at her tits.“Finally it happened. Six months ago, I went to a party. I was having fun, then I woke up the next day in a strange house with my ass in a gallon of cum. I'd been drugged and raped. I wanted to die.” Tears flowed as she continued. “They'd left polaroids of me getting fucked but nothing to identify them. I gave in and started having sex. I figured it was useless to refuse and the damage was already done, I wasn't a virgin. I ended up at another party where I lost count of the guys I fucked. Then I had a pregnancy scare and confessed to my folks. Mom and Dad saw the danger I was in. They supported me and protected me, even though it was too late. I've been to doctors, the police and psychiatrists. They say I'm clean and lucky. I didn't get pregnant or catch a disease. But there's no way to find who did it either. I had to cut out everyone who had been a part of my life before then. I was even afraid to go out or dress nice. I was afraid of someone seeing me and deciding they wanted me.”She looked at me.“I was so lonely. Then I thought of you. And I remembered how much fun we had, and how much we shared. I realized I hadn't had a best friend since I'd left you behind… And I realized you were my first boyfriend even if we didn't understand what that meant. I saw that I'd lost a really great guy. And I'm sorry for that. It was stupid.”“I'm sorry I didn't try to follow you.” I said. “I realized you were beautiful and figured that you were out of my league…”“Kip, Mom and I had a talk… well, we had a lot of talks, but… Look, do you think my dad is handsome?”“Uh, no.”“But my Mom is hot, right?”“Yeah!” I scoffed.“So I asked her why she picked him when she probably could have picked anyone. She said it was because he first was her best friend. They were friends first, lovers second. She said that's why they're happy.”“Oh.”“Kip? Can we go back? Can we be best friends again?”“Sure! Of course!”“And would you like to go out… sometime?”“Absolutely!”“Would you be my boyfriend?”I was touched. I realized how much I still cared for her and how much I'd missed her. I had been forced to push my feelings down and bury them.“I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.” I answered and a smile spread across my face.Daphne smiled and hugged me tightly. We stood there hugging as she sniffled for a while. My emotions were going everywhere. I was overjoyed to have my friend back, saddened that she had suffered, and… aroused by the feeling of her tits pressing tight against me, her arms around my neck, the warmth of her body… and my cock stiffened. In fact this had to be the fastest I went from flaccid to erect ever. I was mortified because there was no way Daphne could miss it.“Oh wow!” she said and rubbed her pelvis against my bulge. She giggled and squeezed me tighter. “God, Kip, that feels huge!”Releasing me she stepped back. I saw she was biting her lower lip as she stared at the bulge in my jeans. I knew that was a habit of hers when she was trying to make a decision. I tried to shift my hard on around a bit to get comfortable. Suddenly Daphne lunged forward and grabbed my belt. She opened my pants in a flash and yanked them down along with my briefs. My cock stood out and she grabbed it. Grinning she knelt in front of me and stroked it.It felt incredible. I'd jacked off before and this was so much better that I knew immediately that I wouldn't last. Daphne kissed it and sucked on it then when I cried out she swallowed all my cum. She finally released me and smiled.“Holy cow! That was amazing…” I mumbled.Daphne stood and kissed me. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and her hands gripped my head tightly. My hands found her waist and slid up under her top without conscious thought. I felt her tits and she moaned.Daphne stepped back. She pulled off her top. Her tits were the most amazing tits I've ever seen. Even after all these years. They were round, full and firm, (I found out later she wore a 34D) with big pink areola and stubby darker nipples. She then shrugged off her tight shorts and panties. She flopped onto the display bed and held her arms out.I stripped quickly and joined her. She realized I was fumbling and guided my cock into her. Oh my god, the feeling of my first, warm, wet pussy was amazing. I had to stroke a few times to get all the way in, but she was full of encouragement. She finally had me going all out as she begged me for more.“Fuck me Kip! Fuck me! Yes!”Cliche as it may sound we came almost together. I was groaning and gasping as she practically screamed.But we didn't stop. We paused thrusting and grinding but I stayed inside of her and fairly stiff. We kissed over and over. I couldn't get enough of her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed. We continued to fuck and absolutely destroyed the display's bedding.My god, but she was loud! It drove me to pound her over and over. I came several times but we only slowed briefly. Each time she kissed, tongued and begged me for more. And my eager young cock responded quickly. This still turns me on, I am still thrilled by a loud lover.We fucked until I was spent, absolutely spent. I lay there panting, covered in sweat and Daphne rolled on top of me, we kissed and stared into each other's eyes. I caressed her back and she rubbed her wet crotch against me.“God, Kip! That was fantastic! Better than I dreamed!”“You dreamed?” I asked.“Well, yeah.” she said sitting up. “Last night in fact.”Daphne lay down on the bed and began caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples.“I gave into sex and enjoyed it, or rather, I enjoyed being wanted. I enjoyed getting fucked some of the time and endured it the rest of the time. But I seldom came. My orgasms were rare and sometimes disappointingly shallow and brief. Then I was celebate for so long, I was afraid to masturbate… afraid it would tempt me to go out and start look for sex. Finally, after talking to my Mom and thinking about you and what we had, I fell asleep last night and dreamed of you. I dreamed of seducing you and I woke up masturbating and about to cum.”“Did you?” I asked, grinning “Did you make yourself cum?”“Y-Yes…” she whispered.“Show me.” I whispered back. “Show me how you did it.”Daphne slid her right hand down her body to her moung and slowly spread her legs. Her hand massaged her pussy in circles as her left continued to squeeze her breast. She kept her eyes closed and slid two fingers into her pussy. I shifted to get a better view. She started stroking slowly and there was so much fluid, hers and mine, oozing out. I found it an unexpected turn on. My cock was stiff and I wanted to fuck her so badly but the sight mesmerized me. Soon she was stroking faster and faster. After a bit her hips began to rock. I glanced up and saw she was looking at me. She groaned and bit her lip as she came, her body going rigid for a moment.“I-I'mmm ccccuuuummmmmiinnnggg……” she moaned.I couldn't stand it. I mounted her and slid my cock into her as quickly as I could. Her pussy was so wet that I slid in all the way in one thrust. Her pussy was quivering and her eyes were wide as she gasped. She lifted her hands to my face and I found her wet finger in my mouth. I sucked them as I began to stroke in and out. Her titties bounced and I fucked harder and faster.“Ohhh gaawwwddd!” she moaned. “Ohhhhh yesssss! I'mmmm still ccuuummmminnnggggg…. Ohh god, oh god, oh god!” Daphne's eyes rolled back.Suddenly I exploded and came, pumping a huge load into Daphne's pussy. Daphne groaned and relaxed. I pulled out and she rolled onto her side and curled into a ball. Her pussy was visible as she pulled her knees up to her chest. I watched as my cum seeped from between those beautiful lips and flowed down to pool beneath her ass.I sat back and tried to control my breathing. This was insane! Fucking the boss's daughter, on the job, on a display bed! I looked around nervously. We were still alone. I found myself grinning both from the exhilaration of sex and the absurdity of it all.Daphne actually dozed off for a few minutes and I watched her as she slowly relaxed and rolled away from the puddle of wetness. She lay there and I realized just how beautiful she was. Not just sexy. She was that. But sweet and pretty and… I fell in love. She woke when I edged closer and caressed her hip and back. She smiled and we kissed.“Come on,” I said, “We've got a mess to clean up.”She looked at the bed and realized what we had done. We had not only ruined the bedding, but the wetness had seeped down into the mattress itself.After getting dressed, we gathered the soiled bedding and stuffed it into a garbage bag. She went to the back and retrieved another set and we remade the bed. She hung around while I finished buffing the floors, dancing to the music on the sound system. I hurried through the motions, but really the floors were in pretty good shape already. After putting my stuff away, I threw the bag of soiled bedding into the dumpster. I went back inside and found Daphne standing by the door to the offices. She seemed less cheerful and a little distant.“What's up?” I asked as I slid my arms around her.There were tears in her eyes as she looked at me. “Kip? Do… Do you want me? Really want me? Or am I just going to be your girlfriend for sex?”I was taken aback.“Of course I want you!”“But I was a slut. I've screwed a lot of guys…”“And you came to me.” I said. “And we didn't have to fuck but we did and it meant the world to me. Daphne, you were my first. Do you get it? I came to work a virgin and you gave yourself to me. I don't care how many guys you fucked before. You and I fucked and it was great! We came like, a jillion times and I want to do it again and again and again! And not just because you're sexy, but because you wanted me. And I want to be wanted, needed.”“I need you too Kip!” she said as the tears flowed freely. This sex with you was better than anything I've ever done… because it was you!“We kissed and I held her as she cried. Finally we locked up and I followed as she drove home.She developed a habit of popping in on me every night. Sometimes we fucked, sometimes we didn't. We were careful not to ruin any more displays. She later introduced me to oral sex, both giving and receiving. I loved eating her out, and she could get me off easily and swallow it all leaving nothing to clean up. Sometimes she would strip and dress in lingerie from the racks and dance for me.We dated and spent a lot of time together. I was surprised when her dad told me he was hiring another company to do the floors. But then he offered me a job as an Assistant Manager. When I accepted and we shook hands he grinned and said,“Good, can't have my son-in-law buffing floors all his life.”“Excuse me?”“I see the way you two are. You're in love. I'm in favor of it. The two of you belong together, you're good for each other. Just take your time and get it right, don't rush.”We did. And as I type this memory I know she is lying naked in our bed, waiting for me to come to her. So… goodnight.By S3lwyncd0g, for Literotica

Virgin guy gets the girl at last.Based on a post by S3lwyncd0g. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.I had no idea how much my life was about to change when I went to work that night in April 1980. I was nineteen, had no girlfriend, hell, never even been kissed. I had a job buffing floors in a department store. All the cleaning and restocking was done in the evening and right after closing. Then, after everyone was gone, I came in to do the floors. This way, no one was in my way or tracking on the floors. I would wax a different area each night and simply mop and buff all others as needed. I was going to Junior College and the store's general manager was my Dad's best friend and my godfather. Looking back, I was so lucky that this happened before camera surveillance systems were widespread and affordable.I stuck a tape in the cassette player in the office and it played over the store's sound system, Kool and the Gang was my music tonight. I turned around and nearly shit my pants. Daphne, the Boss's daughter, was right behind me, I yelped.“Sorry, Kip. Didn't mean to scare you.” she said.“T-That's okay,” I replied trying to calm down, “I didn't know anyone was here.”She pointed to her Dad's office, “Yeah, I was crashed on his sofa.”I noticed she had a sad demeanor and her hair was all mussed up.“I just didn't feel like going home and needed someplace to sit and think,” she said and turning, walked out of the office and onto the store floor.The offices were on the second floor which also contained the Home Decor and Furnishings as well as Clothing departments. I followed her.Daphne was almost like a cousin. We'd grown up together, she was a year older than me and had been a tomboy until puberty hit her. And boy, did it hit her hard. She went from cute to hot in no time. Of course boys noticed and flocked around her. I got left behind. Now at twenty she stood 5'9", was stacked with big tits and the naturally blonde hair from her Mother's Swedish family line. She was wearing a baggy blue crop-top and a pair of red and white striped tight short shorts. (ah the fashion of the 80's) Her long legs looked amazing. Naturally I followed her.“You okay?” I asked when I caught up with her.“Hmm? Oh yeah… I guess…” she mumbled. Then she stopped and leaned on the railing around the escalator. I stood there in silence.God, her ass looked awesome! I started to step away when she leaned forward on her elbows. Her crop top hung open and I could see her tits hanging free. They looked huge. Of course I wasn't experienced and had only seen tits in flashes and glimpses and Playboy. So this turned me on. I stood and stared for a moment then moved slightly to get a better view.“Kip? You know those silly episodes of shows and in movies where people swap bodies?”“Yeah.”“It's stupid, I know, doesn't happen, can't happen… but, damn, I wish I could do it right now.”“What do you mean?” I asked.Daphne turned and walked towards the Furnishings displays. She paused in a “Bedroom display” and stood in front of a dresser. It was wide and low with an enormous mirror.“I'm tired of this.” she said. “I was happier when we were kids and could play and swim and have fun together.” She looked at my reflection and continued, “You were my best friend and confidant. We had so much fun together. Remember when we went skinny dipping?” she smiled.We'd been only eight and nine at the time and didn't know anything about sex or attraction, hell we were so innocent, we weren't even curious. We simply got hot and swam, then dressed and went on playing. I'd actually forgotten about it.“Then suddenly I emerge from my cocoon a beautiful butterfly and everything changes.” She was quiet for a moment, just staring at her reflection. “I wish it hadn't.”I stepped closer, surprised to hear her confession. Taking a deep breath she continued.“Suddenly everyone wanted to be close to me, no… not just close. Everyone wanted to possess me, own me… use me. Even my Dad wanted to use me for advertising. Those photos they took? Yeah, those were the tame ones the company approved. Some were deemed unacceptable. Mom and Dad didn't care what the photographer asked me to do or wear or how to pose. They insisted that he was the professional and knew best. I felt cheap. And all the guys I dated? Every single one of them only wanted sex. That's why I dated so many guys. I'd date a guy till he pressed for sex, then drop him. Problem was that all the guys wanted sex, none of them wanted me.”Suddenly I felt guilty for looking at her tits.“Finally it happened. Six months ago, I went to a party. I was having fun, then I woke up the next day in a strange house with my ass in a gallon of cum. I'd been drugged and raped. I wanted to die.” Tears flowed as she continued. “They'd left polaroids of me getting fucked but nothing to identify them. I gave in and started having sex. I figured it was useless to refuse and the damage was already done, I wasn't a virgin. I ended up at another party where I lost count of the guys I fucked. Then I had a pregnancy scare and confessed to my folks. Mom and Dad saw the danger I was in. They supported me and protected me, even though it was too late. I've been to doctors, the police and psychiatrists. They say I'm clean and lucky. I didn't get pregnant or catch a disease. But there's no way to find who did it either. I had to cut out everyone who had been a part of my life before then. I was even afraid to go out or dress nice. I was afraid of someone seeing me and deciding they wanted me.”She looked at me.“I was so lonely. Then I thought of you. And I remembered how much fun we had, and how much we shared. I realized I hadn't had a best friend since I'd left you behind… And I realized you were my first boyfriend even if we didn't understand what that meant. I saw that I'd lost a really great guy. And I'm sorry for that. It was stupid.”“I'm sorry I didn't try to follow you.” I said. “I realized you were beautiful and figured that you were out of my league…”“Kip, Mom and I had a talk… well, we had a lot of talks, but… Look, do you think my dad is handsome?”“Uh, no.”“But my Mom is hot, right?”“Yeah!” I scoffed.“So I asked her why she picked him when she probably could have picked anyone. She said it was because he first was her best friend. They were friends first, lovers second. She said that's why they're happy.”“Oh.”“Kip? Can we go back? Can we be best friends again?”“Sure! Of course!”“And would you like to go out… sometime?”“Absolutely!”“Would you be my boyfriend?”I was touched. I realized how much I still cared for her and how much I'd missed her. I had been forced to push my feelings down and bury them.“I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.” I answered and a smile spread across my face.Daphne smiled and hugged me tightly. We stood there hugging as she sniffled for a while. My emotions were going everywhere. I was overjoyed to have my friend back, saddened that she had suffered, and… aroused by the feeling of her tits pressing tight against me, her arms around my neck, the warmth of her body… and my cock stiffened. In fact this had to be the fastest I went from flaccid to erect ever. I was mortified because there was no way Daphne could miss it.“Oh wow!” she said and rubbed her pelvis against my bulge. She giggled and squeezed me tighter. “God, Kip, that feels huge!”Releasing me she stepped back. I saw she was biting her lower lip as she stared at the bulge in my jeans. I knew that was a habit of hers when she was trying to make a decision. I tried to shift my hard on around a bit to get comfortable. Suddenly Daphne lunged forward and grabbed my belt. She opened my pants in a flash and yanked them down along with my briefs. My cock stood out and she grabbed it. Grinning she knelt in front of me and stroked it.It felt incredible. I'd jacked off before and this was so much better that I knew immediately that I wouldn't last. Daphne kissed it and sucked on it then when I cried out she swallowed all my cum. She finally released me and smiled.“Holy cow! That was amazing…” I mumbled.Daphne stood and kissed me. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and her hands gripped my head tightly. My hands found her waist and slid up under her top without conscious thought. I felt her tits and she moaned.Daphne stepped back. She pulled off her top. Her tits were the most amazing tits I've ever seen. Even after all these years. They were round, full and firm, (I found out later she wore a 34D) with big pink areola and stubby darker nipples. She then shrugged off her tight shorts and panties. She flopped onto the display bed and held her arms out.I stripped quickly and joined her. She realized I was fumbling and guided my cock into her. Oh my god, the feeling of my first, warm, wet pussy was amazing. I had to stroke a few times to get all the way in, but she was full of encouragement. She finally had me going all out as she begged me for more.“Fuck me Kip! Fuck me! Yes!”Cliche as it may sound we came almost together. I was groaning and gasping as she practically screamed.But we didn't stop. We paused thrusting and grinding but I stayed inside of her and fairly stiff. We kissed over and over. I couldn't get enough of her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed. We continued to fuck and absolutely destroyed the display's bedding.My god, but she was loud! It drove me to pound her over and over. I came several times but we only slowed briefly. Each time she kissed, tongued and begged me for more. And my eager young cock responded quickly. This still turns me on, I am still thrilled by a loud lover.We fucked until I was spent, absolutely spent. I lay there panting, covered in sweat and Daphne rolled on top of me, we kissed and stared into each other's eyes. I caressed her back and she rubbed her wet crotch against me.“God, Kip! That was fantastic! Better than I dreamed!”“You dreamed?” I asked.“Well, yeah.” she said sitting up. “Last night in fact.”Daphne lay down on the bed and began caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples.“I gave into sex and enjoyed it, or rather, I enjoyed being wanted. I enjoyed getting fucked some of the time and endured it the rest of the time. But I seldom came. My orgasms were rare and sometimes disappointingly shallow and brief. Then I was celebate for so long, I was afraid to masturbate… afraid it would tempt me to go out and start look for sex. Finally, after talking to my Mom and thinking about you and what we had, I fell asleep last night and dreamed of you. I dreamed of seducing you and I woke up masturbating and about to cum.”“Did you?” I asked, grinning “Did you make yourself cum?”“Y-Yes…” she whispered.“Show me.” I whispered back. “Show me how you did it.”Daphne slid her right hand down her body to her moung and slowly spread her legs. Her hand massaged her pussy in circles as her left continued to squeeze her breast. She kept her eyes closed and slid two fingers into her pussy. I shifted to get a better view. She started stroking slowly and there was so much fluid, hers and mine, oozing out. I found it an unexpected turn on. My cock was stiff and I wanted to fuck her so badly but the sight mesmerized me. Soon she was stroking faster and faster. After a bit her hips began to rock. I glanced up and saw she was looking at me. She groaned and bit her lip as she came, her body going rigid for a moment.“I-I'mmm ccccuuuummmmmiinnnggg……” she moaned.I couldn't stand it. I mounted her and slid my cock into her as quickly as I could. Her pussy was so wet that I slid in all the way in one thrust. Her pussy was quivering and her eyes were wide as she gasped. She lifted her hands to my face and I found her wet finger in my mouth. I sucked them as I began to stroke in and out. Her titties bounced and I fucked harder and faster.“Ohhh gaawwwddd!” she moaned. “Ohhhhh yesssss! I'mmmm still ccuuummmminnnggggg…. Ohh god, oh god, oh god!” Daphne's eyes rolled back.Suddenly I exploded and came, pumping a huge load into Daphne's pussy. Daphne groaned and relaxed. I pulled out and she rolled onto her side and curled into a ball. Her pussy was visible as she pulled her knees up to her chest. I watched as my cum seeped from between those beautiful lips and flowed down to pool beneath her ass.I sat back and tried to control my breathing. This was insane! Fucking the boss's daughter, on the job, on a display bed! I looked around nervously. We were still alone. I found myself grinning both from the exhilaration of sex and the absurdity of it all.Daphne actually dozed off for a few minutes and I watched her as she slowly relaxed and rolled away from the puddle of wetness. She lay there and I realized just how beautiful she was. Not just sexy. She was that. But sweet and pretty and… I fell in love. She woke when I edged closer and caressed her hip and back. She smiled and we kissed.“Come on,” I said, “We've got a mess to clean up.”She looked at the bed and realized what we had done. We had not only ruined the bedding, but the wetness had seeped down into the mattress itself.After getting dressed, we gathered the soiled bedding and stuffed it into a garbage bag. She went to the back and retrieved another set and we remade the bed. She hung around while I finished buffing the floors, dancing to the music on the sound system. I hurried through the motions, but really the floors were in pretty good shape already. After putting my stuff away, I threw the bag of soiled bedding into the dumpster. I went back inside and found Daphne standing by the door to the offices. She seemed less cheerful and a little distant.“What's up?” I asked as I slid my arms around her.There were tears in her eyes as she looked at me. “Kip? Do… Do you want me? Really want me? Or am I just going to be your girlfriend for sex?”I was taken aback.“Of course I want you!”“But I was a slut. I've screwed a lot of guys…”“And you came to me.” I said. “And we didn't have to fuck but we did and it meant the world to me. Daphne, you were my first. Do you get it? I came to work a virgin and you gave yourself to me. I don't care how many guys you fucked before. You and I fucked and it was great! We came like, a jillion times and I want to do it again and again and again! And not just because you're sexy, but because you wanted me. And I want to be wanted, needed.”“I need you too Kip!” she said as the tears flowed freely. This sex with you was better than anything I've ever done… because it was you!“We kissed and I held her as she cried. Finally we locked up and I followed as she drove home.She developed a habit of popping in on me every night. Sometimes we fucked, sometimes we didn't. We were careful not to ruin any more displays. She later introduced me to oral sex, both giving and receiving. I loved eating her out, and she could get me off easily and swallow it all leaving nothing to clean up. Sometimes she would strip and dress in lingerie from the racks and dance for me.We dated and spent a lot of time together. I was surprised when her dad told me he was hiring another company to do the floors. But then he offered me a job as an Assistant Manager. When I accepted and we shook hands he grinned and said,“Good, can't have my son-in-law buffing floors all his life.”“Excuse me?”“I see the way you two are. You're in love. I'm in favor of it. The two of you belong together, you're good for each other. Just take your time and get it right, don't rush.”We did. And as I type this memory I know she is lying naked in our bed, waiting for me to come to her. So… goodnight.By S3lwyncd0g, for Literotica

RH, formerly Restoration Hardware, is revolutionizing luxury retail through its flagship location in Paris. This space goes beyond traditional furniture showrooms by integrating fine dining, wine bars, and manicured terraces, creating an immersive lifestyle experience. Housed in a meticulously restored 18th-century building, RH Paris blends architectural beauty with hospitality, inviting customers to linger and connect emotionally with the brand. It's not just about buying furniture—it's about envisioning a sophisticated, aspirational lifestyle.This approach reflects a broader industry trend toward “destination shopping,” where curated environments and storytelling take center stage. Luxury brands like RH are shifting away from simple product displays to spaces that prioritize human connection and experiential design. As e-commerce continues to grow, this new era of retail highlights the importance of creating unique, memorable experiences that resonate with modern consumers.Read our blog https://mondoro.com/rh-paris-redefining-luxury-retail-in-home-decor-and-furniture/Support the showThe best way not to miss an episode is to subscribe or follow us on your favorite podcast apps. If you are enjoying the show, please help by rating or reviewing us. This really does help others find the show. A 5-star rating goes a long way! Know someone who would love the show? The biggest compliment you can give is to share it with a friend! The Global Trade Gal Podcast is a production of Mondoro.com. Mondoro specializes in creating, developing, and manufacturing home decor and furniture products for export. If you're interested in learning more, please reach out to Anita directly at sales@mondoro.com. We would love to hear from you! You can also discover more about us through the links below. Check our out website @ Mondoro.com Follow Us on: YouTube: @MondoroCompany LinkedIn @Mondoro Instagram @Mondoro_Company Facebook @MondoroCompanyLtd Pinterest @MondoroCo

Text me your thoughts or questions on this episode!Sitting down with Abi Dare to talk about her new book, Bring the Outside In, felt like having someone quietly turn on a light in rooms I thought I already understood. We started with the idea of nature in our homes, but very quickly moved far beyond the usual advice about adding more plants or maximizing daylight. Abi shows us how the landscapes we love can become a roadmap for every decision we make — from color palettes pulled from forest canopies and sunsets, to the mix of textures that make a space feel layered and alive. We explored curving shapes, reclaimed materials, and why a sleek piece of glass or metal can still feel deeply connected to the natural world. And then we went even deeper.We talked about prospect and refuge — that powerful instinct to feel protected while still being able to look out — and how it explains everything from our love of restaurant booths to the magic of a window seat. We discussed mystery and enticement, the importance of what you glimpse from one room to the next, and why transitions like hallways deserve far more attention than they usually get. My biggest takeaway? When you let nature lead, the pressure to “get it right” disappears. The choices start to feel intuitive. Personal. Grounded. Let nature do the heavy lifting.Download the free guide to Define Your Signature StyleBuy the book, "Slow Style Home"Learn more at our website Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

Wybierasz platformę e-Commerce dla swojego biznesu home decor? Zanim wydasz setki tysięcy złotych, policz total cost of ownership.W tym odcinku wyjaśniam, kiedy SaaS wystarczy, a kiedy powinieneś postawić na open source - i jak to policzyć.W tym materiale dowiesz się m.in.:➡️ jak obliczyć prawdziwy koszt posiadania platformy e-Commerce (i dlaczego „500 zł miesięcznie" to mit),➡️ kiedy wdrożenie pilotażowe na taniej technologii ma sens, a kiedy to wyrzucanie pieniędzy,➡️ dlaczego logistyka w home decor (transport szkła, ponadgabaryty, palety) wymaga specyficznych algorytmów,➡️ jak obsłużyć trzy grupy klientów — B2C, projektantów wnętrz i dystrybucję B2B — na jednej platformie,➡️ i co zrobić, żeby nie płuć sobie w brodę po pół roku z technologią, która Cię ogranicza.To trzeci i ostatni odcinek z serii o e-Commerce w branży home decor. ⏳ Rozdziały:00:00 Wstęp01:57 Pilotaż vs. technologia docelowa — kiedy co wybrać?05:50 Dlaczego logistyka w home decor jest tak skomplikowana08:16 Trzy modele biznesowe na jednej platformie09:23 SaaS vs. open source — prawdziwe koszty12:40 Podsumowanie i co dalejPoprzednie odcinki o branży home decor:▶️ https://youtu.be/RMIs7NjI5aY?si=twYRqZa-XBSiZvDK▶️ https://youtu.be/ekdwcaHaiHk?si=pzwu4xSgC6QfO7s4

We are back with Season 4. Jump in buckle up and let's catch up after our holiday break. Don't forget to join our online community at WhosDrivingPodcast.com Join the conversation by calling their hotline at 864-982-5029 with your own stories or topic suggestions, and experience the authentic charm of two best friends who truly never know who's driving or where they're headed.Look For The Water Bottle! Tap Here For Hidrate Spark water bottle.Visit www.WesleyTurnerLiving.com to find so much more about all the things we do! Follow Steven on Instagram at @Keepinupwithsteven and follow Wesley on Instagram at @WesleyTurnerLiving.  Shop our online store at TheNestedFig.Com  Find The Nested Fig on Instagram at @TheNestedFig We mentioned The Nested Fig App in this episode. You can Tap Here to get our app and join our live sales 

In this episode, I have the absolute pleasure of stepping inside the Los Angeles home of designer Sean Leffers—someone whose work I admire for its depth, sensitivity, and extraordinary sense of narrative. From the moment we walk through the door, it's clear that Sean doesn't decorate; he curates a life. His rooms are layered with art, antiques, travel finds, spiritual references, and handmade pieces that carry memory and lineage.As we tour, Sean shares the stories behind Japanese metalwork born from peacetime, Brazilian and Sri Lankan furniture, colonial Peruvian carving, block-printed textiles from India, and contemporary works by artists he loves and champions. We talk about how culture travels, how objects evolve across borders, and why the blurred line between art and craft makes a home feel human.Most of all, this episode is about connection. Each vignette becomes an invitation—to ask questions, to linger, to see more.  If you want a home that feels personal, soulful, and deeply lived in, this conversation is full of inspiration.Download the free guide to Define Your Signature StyleBuy the book, "Slow Style Home"Learn more at our website Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

Click Here to Send me a Fan Mail Message!In this episode of Make and Decorate, host Stephanie reflects on her unplanned break from podcasting and shares her excitement about returning. She discusses her creative projects over the past year, including a cathedral window quilt for her parents' anniversary and a commissioned king-sized quilt. Stephanie also shares her experiences at a quilting retreat, innovative tools she discovered, and cozy holiday projects. She highlights new patterns and classes she's excited about, and outlines her plans for the future of the podcast, including a shift to monthly episodes and potential video content.Chapters00:00Welcome Back to Make and Decorate03:43Reflections on the Past Year06:05Creative Projects and CommissionsMissouri Star Cathedral quilt tutorial. Kraeo Handyed yarn shop Sparklesax Designs Longarm Services12:03Retreat Experiences and New TechniquesCenter Street Quilts Hemmingway zipper pouch pattern**Free Pattern** Sweetwater Patchwork Tree Mini Quit excerpt by Moda MailOut of Print Elenor Burns Trip Around the World Pattern Book - 1988 available on Thriftbooks2021 Elenor Burns Trip Around the World - Accu Quilt YouTube Video2019 Donna Jordan Quick and Easy Trip Around the World You Tube Video22:08Innovative Quilting Tools and TechniquesModern Quilting Stencils by Sew Harmony27:57Cozy Holiday Projects31:15Exciting New Patterns and ClassesKatia Ferris New Book - Make Your Own Animal FriendsKatia Ferris New Sew a Mouse Class on Creativebug - available nowKatia Ferris' New 14" Rag Doll Class on Creativebug - available on 2/10/26Jayne Stitches - Meredith doll workshop37:46Looking Ahead:Support the showYOUTUBE: Stephanie Socha Design @makeanddecorate EMAIL: info@makeanddecorate.com INSTAGRAM: @stephanie.socha.design WEBSITE: https://stephaniesochadesign.com/podcast-make-and-decorate

In this episode of The Deep Dive, we explore the shifting landscape of home décor color trends and why traditional authorities like Pantone are no longer the sole influencers they once were. Instead, we're seeing a decentralized movement fueled by global trade, sustainable innovations, and cultural inspiration from grassroots sources in regions like India, Africa, and Southeast Asia.We'll discuss how digital connectivity, e-commerce, and artificial intelligence are accelerating trend cycles, making them more diverse and reflective of real-time consumer behavior. From ethical sourcing to authentic cultural narratives, today's color palettes are about more than corporate forecasts—they're about meaning and connection. Tune in as we highlight why brands should focus on their identity and their customers' desires, rather than simply following the mainstream.Read our blog https://mondoro.com/beyond-pantone-global-trades-influence-on-emerging-decor-color-trends/Support the showThe best way not to miss an episode is to subscribe or follow us on your favorite podcast apps. If you are enjoying the show, please help by rating or reviewing us. This really does help others find the show. A 5-star rating goes a long way! Know someone who would love the show? The biggest compliment you can give is to share it with a friend! The Global Trade Gal Podcast is a production of Mondoro.com. Mondoro specializes in creating, developing, and manufacturing home decor and furniture products for export. If you're interested in learning more, please reach out to Anita directly at sales@mondoro.com. We would love to hear from you! You can also discover more about us through the links below. Check our out website @ Mondoro.com Follow Us on: YouTube: @MondoroCompany LinkedIn @Mondoro Instagram @Mondoro_Company Facebook @MondoroCompanyLtd Pinterest @MondoroCo

In this episode, I'm reflecting on the idea that it's never too late to begin again—especially when it comes to our homes. After returning from a deeply inspiring trip to London, where I was immersed in British craftsmanship and design culture, I found myself thinking about how differently we approach decorating in the UK versus the US. The British emphasis on creativity, comfort, patina, and lived-in beauty feels closely aligned with my slow style philosophy, especially when contrasted with America's fixation on trends, perfection, and convenience. I explore how our fear of imperfection and maintenance has quietly shaped our choices, often pulling us away from natural materials, meaningful objects, and the joy of caring for what we own. To bring these ideas into practice, I invite you to step away from algorithms and quick fixes and instead create a tangible, real-life vision board for your home—one rooted in personal experience, inspiration, and the kind of life you want to live there.Download the free guide to Define Your Signature StyleBuy the book, "Slow Style Home"Learn more at our website Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

(00:00:00) Introduzione (00:00:52) Casa con Svista (00:01:29) Cos'è Maison & Objet (00:01:51) 7 padiglioni e 6 settori merceologici (00:03:03) Quando, dove e biglietti (00:04:19) Tema e designer dell'anno (00:05:28) Cosa vedere in fiera (00:09:16) M&O In The City (00:10:34) Cosa vedere a Parigi (00:14:05) Ristoranti e caffé di Parigi (00:15:41) Saluti finali Guida dettagliata alla fiera di arredo e home decor Maison & Objet a Parigi e i migliori indirizzi da vedere e "gustare" nella Ville Lumière.

Jeśli jesteś producentem w branży home & decor i masz poczucie, że Twój e-Commerce mógłby generować więcej przychodów, ten materiał jest dla Ciebie.Opowiadam w nim o trzech grupach klientów, które realnie napędzają sprzedaż w tej branży: B2C, B2B oraz architektach. I o tym, dlaczego pomijanie którejkolwiek z nich bardzo często oznacza zostawianie pieniędzy na stole.W tym filmie dowiesz się:➡️ jaką rolę w home decor pełni sprzedaż B2C➡️ dlaczego B2B daje skalę, ale wymaga innego podejścia➡️ jak duży wpływ na decyzje zakupowe mają architekciTo nie jest wideo o tym, jak sprzedawać więcej reklamami.To jest odcinek o modelu biznesowym, który ma sens długoterminowo i da się obronić przed zarządem, wspólnikami czy partnerami handlowymi.Jeśli masz pytania albo chcesz, żebym któryś z wątków rozwinął w osobnym materiale, daj znać w komentarzu.Sprawdź też:Nagranie o ważnych funkcjach w sklepach wnętrzarskich: https://youtu.be/RMIs7NjI5aY?si=YVoe2no0tgqCf1LJ Odcinek Sztuki E-Commerce z Jędrzejem Przeździękiem: https://youtu.be/ftJwRFu5dwI?si=9iYNPFZEz_RbqcvJ

Send us a textIn this episode of Serving Sundays, Dave Wheeler and Candace Rae kick things off with a trip down memory lane, mourning the loss of the video store rental ritual and debating the charm of 90s home decor versus modern monochrome aesthetics. The conversation shifts from vintage curtains and green fridges to the evolution of technology, touching on the convenience of robot lawnmowers and the influence of MrBeast on the younger generation.The duo then dives into the core topic: The Metabolic Reset. Dave commits to a 28-day "system reboot" in February consisting strictly of meat, cheese, and eggs, inspired by Dr. Vaughn White and Dr. Martin. Candace weighs the pros and cons of joining him while navigating her strict diet for an upcoming fitness competition, leading to a candid discussion on inflammation, modern healthcare, and taking personal responsibility for wellness.Check out The Martin ClinicBig shoutout to the sponsors fueling this fitness journey! Thank you Fancy Infusion for the stunning bikini and heels, and a massive thank you to Perry of Maximum Reality for the championship-level support. Give them a follow at @FancyInfusion and @PerryMangat from MaximumReality to see why they're the best.Support the showFollow us on social media: Dave Wheeler Candace Rae

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The new year always brings a wave of home decor trends — but 2026 is shaping up to be less about what's “in” and more about how our homes feel. In this episode, I'm breaking down the top 10 home decor and interior design trends for 2026 that designers across the industry are consistently predicting. These aren't fads — they're thoughtful shifts toward comfort, intention, sustainability, and homes that support real life. If you're decorating, redecorating, or simply craving a home that feels more cohesive and cozy, this episode will help you understand what's coming next — and how to use trends without letting them overwhelm you. In this episode, we cover: Using texture as a foundational design element Why layered textures — from textiles to finishes — are becoming essential in 2026 interior design and how they instantly make a home feel warmer and more lived-in. Honoring heritage and personal history in home decor The return of meaningful pieces, vintage finds, heirlooms, and decor that tells a story instead of following fast trends. Biophilic design and bringing nature indoors How plants, natural light, organic materials, and nature-inspired design are shaping healthier, calmer homes. Layering as a core decorating principle From rugs to lighting to accessories, designers are emphasizing depth, dimension, and thoughtful layering over minimalism. Color drenching and monochromatic color stories Why single-color rooms and tonal palettes are trending in 2026 — and how they create cohesion without feeling boring. Warm, earthy color palettes replacing cool neutrals Think clay, camel, olive, brown, mushroom, and soft terracotta — colors that ground a space and make it feel welcoming. The renewed focus on form and function Furniture and decor that look beautiful but also work hard for everyday living are a major priority in 2026 home design. Sustainable luxury and conscious decorating choices Fewer pieces, better quality, eco-conscious materials, and thoughtful purchasing decisions that balance beauty and responsibility. The return of cozy textures like faux fur Designers are embracing warmth and softness through faux fur accents, plush textiles, and tactile comfort. An emphasis on irregularity, imperfection, and organic shapes Why homes are moving away from symmetry and perfection — and embracing character, patina, and uniqueness.

#2026pinteresttrends #preparingyourhomeforsale #homestagingtips Are you decorating your home using the latest 2026 Pinterest home decor trends… but also planning to sell soon? Before you paint, purchase, or stage anything, watch this video!In this episode, I break down the top Pinterest trends for 2026 and compare them to what actually helps your home sell faster. Some of these trends look amazing online, but can make your home feel dated, too personalized, or even smaller in real life — which can cost you buyer interest and offers.

Fluent Fiction - Swedish: A Winter's Tale: Finding Joy in Spontaneous Treasures Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/sv/episode/2026-01-04-23-34-02-sv Story Transcript:Sv: Det var en gnistrande vintermorgon i kvarteret, med snöflingor som dansade i den kyliga vinden.En: It was a sparkling winter morning in the neighborhood, with snowflakes dancing in the chilly wind.Sv: På trettondagen, när de flesta var lediga och njöt av sina sista lediga dagar innan vardagen började igen, kände Elin, Johan och deras vän Astrid att det var den perfekta dagen för lite shopping i vinterrean.En: On trettondagen, when most people were off and enjoying their last days of vacation before the daily grind started again, Elin, Johan, and their friend Astrid felt it was the perfect day for some shopping during the winter sale.Sv: Gatorna var fyllda med människor, och de doftande apelsinerna och rostade nötterna skapade en mysig atmosfär.En: The streets were filled with people, and the fragrant oranges and roasted nuts created a cozy atmosphere.Sv: Festliga ljus glimmade i butiksfönstren, och skyltdockorna var klädda i stickade tröjor och färgglada halsdukar.En: Festive lights gleamed in shop windows, and mannequins were dressed in knitted sweaters and colorful scarves.Sv: Elin älskade vintern och allt som hörde till; den friska luften, skratt från barn som åkte pulka, och framför allt rean.En: Elin loved winter and everything about it; the fresh air, the laughter of children sledding, and above all, the sales.Sv: "Vi kan hitta något riktigt speciellt idag," sa Elin med ett hoppfullt leende, medan de traskade längs trottoaren.En: "We might find something really special today," said Elin with a hopeful smile, as they trudged along the sidewalk.Sv: Johan, alltid praktisk, såg skeptisk ut.En: Johan, always the practical one, looked skeptical.Sv: "Vi bör hålla oss till vår budget," invände Johan.En: "We should stick to our budget," Johan objected.Sv: "Vi behöver verkligen inga fler dekorationer till huset."En: "We really don't need any more decorations for the house."Sv: Astrid, med sin sprudlande energi, hade en annan uppfattning.En: Astrid, with her bubbling energy, had a different opinion.Sv: "Kom igen, Johan," sa hon.En: "Come on, Johan," she said.Sv: "Ibland måste man låta sig ryckas med av stunden.En: "Sometimes you have to get carried away by the moment.Sv: Man kan hitta de mest underbara saker när man minst anar det!"En: You can find the most wonderful things when you least expect it!"Sv: De besökte flera butiker, Astrid stannade alltid längst vid varje fyndlåda, yvig av upphetsning över fynden.En: They visited several stores, with Astrid always lingering the longest at every bargain bin, exuberant with excitement over the finds.Sv: Långsamt, men säkert, började även Johan inse charmen i reans lockande erbjudanden.En: Slowly, but surely, even Johan began to see the charm in the sale's tempting offers.Sv: Det var i en liten, undanskymd butik som Elin fann något alldeles särskilt.En: It was in a small, secluded shop that Elin found something truly special.Sv: Det stod ensamt i ett hörn, en vackert handgjord vas i blått och vitt.En: It stood alone in a corner, a beautifully handcrafted vase in blue and white.Sv: Den såg ut som om den var tagen direkt ur en vinterdröm, elegant och distinkt.En: It looked as if it were taken directly from a winter dream, elegant and distinct.Sv: Elins hjärta gjorde ett litet skutt.En: Elin's heart made a little leap.Sv: "Den här vasen," sade hon med strålande ögon, "den kommer att ge liv åt vårt vardagsrum.En: "This vase," she said with shining eyes, "will give life to our living room.Sv: Det kan bli en symbol för vår nystart detta år."En: It could be a symbol of our fresh start this year."Sv: Johan studerade vasen, vägde för och emot i huvudet.En: Johan studied the vase, weighing the pros and cons in his head.Sv: Astrid nickade uppmuntrande, på gränsen till ivrig.En: Astrid nodded encouragingly, on the verge of eager.Sv: Till slut suckade Johan och log.En: Finally, Johan sighed and smiled.Sv: "Okej, Elin.En: "Okay, Elin.Sv: Vi gör det.En: Let's do it.Sv: Den här vasen är verkligen något speciellt."En: This vase is really something special."Sv: De köpte vasen, och Astrid hjälpte till att bära den försiktigt ut till bilen.En: They bought the vase, and Astrid helped carry it carefully out to the car.Sv: De tre vännerna skrattade och pratade, fyllda med en nyfunnen entusiasm.En: The three friends laughed and talked, filled with a newfound enthusiasm.Sv: På vägen tillbaka hem kände sig Elin nöjd, inte bara med vasen utan också med insikten hon fått.En: On the way back home, Elin felt satisfied, not just with the vase but also with the insight she had gained.Sv: Hon lärde sig att ibland är det bäst att balansera mellan det praktiska och det spontana.En: She learned that sometimes it's best to balance between the practical and the spontaneous.Sv: Och när man samarbetar, kan det leda till fantastiska resultat och nya minnen.En: And when you work together, it can lead to fantastic results and new memories.Sv: När de kom hem, placerade de vasen på den perfekta platsen, och den blev en påminnelse om en dag full av vänskap, glädje, och viljan att ibland bara låta vinterns magi föra en med sig.En: When they got home, they placed the vase in the perfect spot, and it became a reminder of a day full of friendship, joy, and the willingness to sometimes just let the magic of winter carry you away. Vocabulary Words:sparkling: gnistrandechilly: kyligatrudged: traskadeskeptical: skeptiskfragrant: doftandecozy: mysigmannequins: skyltdockornascarves: halsdukarlingering: stannadebargain: fyndexuberant: yvigsecluded: undanskymdcrafted: handgjordelegant: elegantdistinct: distinktweighing: vägdepros: förcons: emotspontaneous: spontanainsight: insiktbalance: balanserafantastic: fantastiskamemories: minnenreminder: påminnelseenthusiasm: entusiasmenergy: energiencouragingly: uppmuntrandetempting: lockandecarried: bärawillingness: viljan

This episode is part two of my Best of 2025 series, and it's all about show and tell—those moments when designers walk us through a room and explain why it works. I pulled clips from conversations where we slowed down and really looked at composition, color, pattern, texture, and the quiet decisions that hold a space together. These are rooms best seen as much as heard, which is why this episode pairs especially well with YouTube. From bold, expressive spaces to calm, disciplined palettes, each designer reveals how intention, repetition, and play shape the way a room feels. It's a reminder that beautiful interiors aren't accidental—they're built thoughtfully, one choice at a time. Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

It's our final episode of 2025! Jump in the sleigh and let's go. We will be back for Season 4 the last week of January 2026. Don't forget to join our online community at WhosDrivingPodcast.com Join the conversation by calling their hotline at 864-982-5029 with your own stories or topic suggestions, and experience the authentic charm of two best friends who truly never know who's driving or where they're headed.Look For The Water Bottle! Tap Here For Hidrate Spark water bottle.Visit www.WesleyTurnerLiving.com to find so much more about all the things we do! Follow Steven on Instagram at @Keepinupwithsteven and follow Wesley on Instagram at @WesleyTurnerLiving.  Shop our online store at TheNestedFig.Com  Find The Nested Fig on Instagram at @TheNestedFig We mentioned The Nested Fig App in this episode. You can Tap Here to get our app and join our live sales 

I'm bringing you along with me to Santa Fe for a quiet, layered look inside the home of designer Heather French—a place that feels deeply rooted in its landscape and gently expressive of the family who lives there. Walking through her territorial-style house, especially dressed for the holidays, felt like a reminder that good design isn't about spectacle, but about intention: rooms shaped by how they're truly used, materials that show age and wear with grace, and traditions that build warmth over time. From fruit-laden tables and needlepoint banquettes to a kitchen designed for lingering and a living room meant for both conversation and rest, Heather's home is a beautiful example of how style can be personal, soulful, and quietly enduring Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

We race through a short, candid check-in from peak holiday season, celebrating smoother operations while calling out bad decor trends and a Facebook deposit scam that cost real money. Don't forget to join our online community at WhosDrivingPodcast.com Join the conversation by calling their hotline at 864-982-5029 with your own stories or topic suggestions, and experience the authentic charm of two best friends who truly never know who's driving or where they're headed.Look For The Water Bottle! Tap Here For Hidrate Spark water bottle.Visit www.WesleyTurnerLiving.com to find so much more about all the things we do! Follow Steven on Instagram at @Keepinupwithsteven and follow Wesley on Instagram at @WesleyTurnerLiving.  Shop our online store at TheNestedFig.Com  Find The Nested Fig on Instagram at @TheNestedFig We mentioned The Nested Fig App in this episode. You can Tap Here to get our app and join our live sales 

As we wrapped up the year, I found myself gathering the moments from the show that moved me the most—the conversations that nudged me to think differently about home, beauty, and the way we shape our days. Revisiting these clips felt a bit like walking back through rooms I love: Olga reminding us that tiny shifts in our spaces can spark self-worth; Danielle celebrating the joyful friction of mixing styles; Bailey inviting us into that fearless creative “zone.” Then there were the makers—Francesca stirring pigments into velvety limewash, Brea and Guy rescuing centuries-old stone, and Michal weaving stories through embroidery—each one revealing the human hands and histories behind the things we live with. Sharing these voices again felt like opening a window to everything I believe about Slow Style: that beauty is both mirror and guide, and that home is an ever-evolving conversation between who we are and who we're becoming. Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

Two best friends juggle peak holiday business... We're a hot mess! Don't forget to join our online community at WhosDrivingPodcast.com Join the conversation by calling their hotline at 864-982-5029 with your own stories or topic suggestions, and experience the authentic charm of two best friends who truly never know who's driving or where they're headed.Look For The Water Bottle! Tap Here For Hidrate Spark water bottle.Visit www.WesleyTurnerLiving.com to find so much more about all the things we do! Follow Steven on Instagram at @Keepinupwithsteven and follow Wesley on Instagram at @WesleyTurnerLiving.  Shop our online store at TheNestedFig.Com  Find The Nested Fig on Instagram at @TheNestedFig We mentioned The Nested Fig App in this episode. You can Tap Here to get our app and join our live sales 

This week's episode is a sweet, simple reminder of how small changes can make a home feel more like you. Laurie and I began in her kitchen, at the long window seat that greets you the moment you enter from the back door. Even with its beautiful view, it felt unfinished to her—like it wasn't yet saying, We live here. As we talked, I encouraged her to trust the instincts she already had: using her own textiles, adding a little color, choosing organic patterns, and even hanging plants to bring some life into the space. We moved through the nearby rooms too, touching on lighting challenges and the beginnings of a gallery wall. In the end, every question circled back to the same truth: her home just needed more of her, and she already knew exactly how to make that happen. Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

We chase down Mr. Kitty with an AirTag, swap Thanksgiving strategies that favor sides over turkey, and go full design police on holiday decor gone wrong. Historic paint choices, scale, and restraint tie it all together with some laughs.Don't forget to join our online community at WhosDrivingPodcast.com Join the conversation by calling their hotline at 864-982-5029 with your own stories or topic suggestions, and experience the authentic charm of two best friends who truly never know who's driving or where they're headed.Look For The Water Bottle! Tap Here For Hidrate Spark water bottle.Visit www.WesleyTurnerLiving.com to find so much more about all the things we do! Follow Steven on Instagram at @Keepinupwithsteven and follow Wesley on Instagram at @WesleyTurnerLiving.  Shop our online store at TheNestedFig.Com  Find The Nested Fig on Instagram at @TheNestedFig We mentioned The Nested Fig App in this episode. You can Tap Here to get our app and join our live sales 

In this episode, I'm sharing the full talk I gave at the launch party for Slow Style Home—the one moment from that night we didn't manage to record. I walk through the long, winding path that led me here, why the cultural noise around “dream homes” pushed me to write this book, and how serendipity, inspiration, and experimentation became the backbone of the Slow Style approach. I also take you behind the scenes of the event itself—yes, including the Little Yellow Couch, the Aperol spritz, and all the small details that tell a bigger story about creating a home that reflects who you are. If you've ever wondered what Slow Style really looks like in practice, this talk is the closest thing to standing in the room with me. Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

In this episode, I talk with the wonderfully creative Fariha Nasir about how she transformed her builder-grade house into a deeply personal, heritage-rich home through bold DIY projects and meaningful design. Fariha shares how reconnecting with her Pakistani roots shifted her entire approach to style, leading her to incorporate block prints, color, pattern, and handmade details throughout her home. We walk through her favorite spaces, discuss the power of learning new skills, and explore how she creates a beautiful, intentional environment for her family. It's an inspiring reminder that our homes can tell our stories—and that we can build them with our own hands. Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

Fluent Fiction - Italian: Harmony in Hues: A Sibling Tale of Thanksgiving Décor Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/it/episode/2025-11-12-23-34-02-it Story Transcript:It: Il sole di novembre splendeva debole attraverso le finestre del salotto della grande casa di famiglia.En: The November sun shone weakly through the windows of the living room in the large family house.It: Enzo e Bianca, fratello e sorella, erano impegnati in una missione importante: decorare la casa per il Giorno del Ringraziamento.En: Enzo and Bianca, brother and sister, were engaged in an important mission: decorating the house for Giorno del Ringraziamento.It: "Aspetta, Bianca!En: "Wait, Bianca!It: Quella piuma di tacchino è fuori posto," disse Enzo, lasciano uscire un leggero sospiro.En: That turkey feather is out of place," said Enzo, letting out a slight sigh.It: Era alto, con gli occhiali che brillavano mentre allineava le decorazioni.En: He was tall, with glasses that gleamed as he aligned the decorations.It: Amava la simmetria e l'eleganza nei più piccoli dettagli.En: He loved symmetry and elegance in the smallest details.It: "Ma Enzo, è bellissimo così!"En: "But Enzo, it looks beautiful as it is!"It: rispose Bianca con un sorriso.En: replied Bianca with a smile.It: Lei era esattamente l'opposto di Enzo, vivace e colorata come le sciarpe che indossava.En: She was his exact opposite, lively and colorful like the scarves she wore.It: Si trova la bellezza nel caos, e adorava appendere ghirlande colorate ovunque.En: She found beauty in chaos and loved hanging colorful garlands everywhere.It: Nella grande sala, le loro differenze erano ben evidenti.En: In the large room, their differences were evident.It: Enzo si piegava in modo meticoloso per sistemare i tovaglioli a forma di foglie perfette sul lungo tavolo da pranzo.En: Enzo bent meticulously to arrange the napkins into perfect leaf shapes on the long dining table.It: Dall'altra parte, Bianca lanciava fili di lucine multicolori sugli scaffali, ridendo di gioia.En: On the other side, Bianca tossed strings of multicolored lights onto the shelves, laughing with joy.It: La tensione cresceva lentamente, una battaglia di stile senza parole.En: The tension slowly grew, a wordless battle of styles.It: La notte cadeva, ma la sfida continuava.En: Night fell, but the challenge continued.It: Enzo aspettava che Bianca andasse a dormire per sistemare le decorazioni in modo perfettamente simmetrico.En: Enzo waited for Bianca to go to bed so he could perfectly align the decorations.It: Bianca, d'altro canto, si alzava presto per aggiungere un tocco selvaggio e nuovo.En: Bianca, on the other hand, got up early to add a wild and new touch.It: Una mattina, mentre l'alba colorava di rosa il cielo, le cose presero una piega comica.En: One morning, as the dawn painted the sky pink, things took a comical turn.It: I due si contendevano una lunga stringa di luci, tirando avanti e indietro.En: The two were tussling over a long string of lights, pulling back and forth.It: Improvvisamente, la porta d'ingresso si aprì e la zia Maria entrò, sorpresa.En: Suddenly, the front door opened, and Aunt Maria entered, surprised.It: "Oops!"En: "Oops!"It: esclamarono insieme Enzo e Bianca, rimanendo immobili mentre le luci si srotolavano tutt'attorno, creando una sfilza di lampadine intermittenti e sparpagliate.En: Enzo and Bianca exclaimed together, freezing as the lights unraveled all around, creating a string of flashing, scattered bulbs.It: La zia Maria scoppiò a ridere, e i due fratelli si guardarono, rendendosi conto di quanto fosse assurdo il loro comportamento.En: Aunt Maria burst into laughter, and the two siblings looked at each other, realizing how absurd their behavior was.It: Con un respiro profondo, Enzo e Bianca decisero di unire le forze.En: With a deep breath, Enzo and Bianca decided to join forces.It: Sistemarono insieme le decorazioni, mescolando eleganza e colore.En: They arranged the decorations together, mixing elegance with color.It: Le ghirlande erano ordinate ma adornate di foglie autunnali vivaci, le luci scintillavano sopra tavoli elegantemente apparecchiati con tovaglioli a forma di tacchino.En: The garlands were orderly but adorned with vibrant autumn leaves, and the lights twinkled above elegantly set tables with turkey-shaped napkins.It: Alla fine, il risultato fu sorprendente.En: In the end, the result was surprising.It: La grande casa era bella e accogliente, un perfetto rifugio autunnale.En: The large house was beautiful and welcoming, a perfect autumn retreat.It: La famiglia, radunata intorno al tavolo, ammirava il lavoro dei due.En: The family, gathered around the table, admired the work of the two.It: Enzo e Bianca si scambiarono un sorriso, capendo che assieme avevano creato qualcosa di veramente speciale.En: Enzo and Bianca exchanged a smile, understanding that together they had created something truly special.It: Impararono entrambi che la bellezza si trova non solo nell'ordine o nel caos, ma nell'equilibrio tra i due.En: They both learned that beauty is found not only in order or chaos but in the balance between the two.It: E così, quel Giorno del Ringraziamento, la famiglia fu riunita non solo da un pasto delizioso, ma anche dall'armonia creata dall'unione dei loro talenti.En: And so, on that Giorno del Ringraziamento, the family was united not only by a delicious meal but also by the harmony created from the union of their talents. Vocabulary Words:living room: il salottodecorating: decorarefeather: la piumasigh: il sospiroglasses: gli occhialisymmetry: la simmetriaelegance: l'eleganzaopposite: l'oppostoscarves: le sciarpegarlands: le ghirlandenapkins: i tovagliolishelves: gli scaffalitension: la tensionebattle: la battagliachallenge: la sfidadawn: l'albatussling: contenderestring: la stringabulbs: le lampadinelaughing: riderecomical: comicoharmony: l'armoniaretreat: il rifugiowelcoming: accoglientewild: selvaggiodifferences: le differenzeleaf shapes: forma di fogliescattered: sparpagliatetogether: insiemeautumn leaves: le foglie autunnali

from skin care and cold exam rooms to hot holiday trends, and choosing joy without guilt. Along the way, we debunk fresh greenery myths, map the Ralph Lauren Christmas rise, and share the only method that actually helps greens last.Don't forget to join our online community at WhosDrivingPodcast.com Join the conversation by calling their hotline at 864-982-5029 with your own stories or topic suggestions, and experience the authentic charm of two best friends who truly never know who's driving or where they're headed.Look For The Water Bottle! Tap Here For Hidrate Spark water bottle.Visit www.WesleyTurnerLiving.com to find so much more about all the things we do! Follow Steven on Instagram at @Keepinupwithsteven and follow Wesley on Instagram at @WesleyTurnerLiving.  Shop our online store at TheNestedFig.Com  Find The Nested Fig on Instagram at @TheNestedFig We mentioned The Nested Fig App in this episode. You can Tap Here to get our app and join our live sales 

In this episode of the Slow Style Home Podcast, I speak with Michal Silver, Creative Director at Christopher Farr Cloth, whose work is guided by curiosity, collaboration, and a deep respect for history. Michal shares how their textiles and wallpapers grow slowly from long conversations with artists, archives, and craftspeople around the world—allowing time for ideas to unfold rather than following fast-paced production cycles. She reflects on the joy of being pushed out of her comfort zone, the role of the hand in design, and the importance of creating interiors that feel personal and lived-in rather than perfect. Ultimately, this conversation is about embracing the slow evolution of home and creativity—letting spaces grow with us, layer by layer. Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

We talk home decor market trends—greens and navy, antiques surging, animal prints everywhere—and then pivot to a farm story with a newborn donkey before wrapping up  with a real therapy session on spending guilt, success, and designing for how we live, not for approval.Don't forget to join our online community at WhosDrivingPodcast.com Join the conversation by calling their hotline at 864-982-5029 with your own stories or topic suggestions, and experience the authentic charm of two best friends who truly never know who's driving or where they're headed.Look For The Water Bottle! Tap Here For Hidrate Spark water bottle.Visit www.WesleyTurnerLiving.com to find so much more about all the things we do! Follow Steven on Instagram at @Keepinupwithsteven and follow Wesley on Instagram at @WesleyTurnerLiving.  Shop our online store at TheNestedFig.Com  Find The Nested Fig on Instagram at @TheNestedFig We mentioned The Nested Fig App in this episode. You can Tap Here to get our app and join our live sales 

Rachel Hochhauser and Jena Wolfe didn't quit their jobs to build Piecework Puzzles—and that's exactly why it worked. The cofounders share how they turned a stormy weekend experiment into a multi-million dollar lifestyle brand, all while maintaining full-time careers. As VP of Marketing for Goop Kitchen, and renowned Author and creative agency owner, the duo are mastering the art of balancing everything, in real time. From starting with just four puzzle designs shot in Rachel's grandmother's garage, to spawning an entire aesthetic movement in the industry, Rachel and Jena have made their mark. They aren't afraid to do things differently, constantly learning and iterating from production nightmares and successful campaign launches. Discover their unconventional approach to entrepreneurship, product development, and world building in this candid interview. They both reveal why bootstrapping gave them the creative freedom they craved, how they navigate being business partners and best friends, and the unexpected pivot that led to their viral cocktail napkin line.In This Episode You'll Learn: Why NOT taking investor money gave them complete creative controlThe “advice tour” strategy that helped them solve business problemsHow they went from puzzles to viral tomato napkins (and why that shouldn't have worked)What happened when their manufacturer dropped them during the pandemicWhy working with your best friend can actually be brilliantTheir approach to brand partnerships with everyone from Goop to Better Homes & Gardens Chapters:00:00 Introducing Piecework Puzzles and The Stormy Weekend That Started It All 3:30 How to Find Your Gap In the Market & Stand Out6:00 Design Philosophy 101: How to Create Products That People Connect With8:40 The Importance of Creative Freedom & How to Obtain It!10:45 How to Run a Successful Business with Your BFF13:50 Starting Cultural Moments: The Origins of The Tomato Craze16:20 The Product Expansion That Shouldn't Have Worked (But Did)20:15 Advice for Overcoming Manufacturing Nightmares23:00 The “Advice Tour” Strategy That Has Saved Piecework Puzzles26:49 Brand Partnerships: From Goop to Broccoli Magazine29:15 Addressing Dupe Culture… 32:45 Leadership Tips For Building a Lean & Productive Team Subscribe and watch Shopify Masters on YouTube!Sign up for your FREE Shopify Trial here.

In this episode of the Slow Style Home podcast, I talk with professional organizer Tracy McCubbin about how to approach the holidays with less clutter and more intention. Tracy shares what it's been like helping clients rebuild after the LA fires and how loss reshapes our relationship with stuff. We discuss mindful giving, thoughtful donations, and finding joy in using what we already have. Her reminder stayed with me: your home should support you, not overwhelm you—and small, simple steps can make that possible. Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

This Week on The Nikki & Brie Show, we're talking costumes, chaos & creepy crushes! It's tricks, treats, and twin shenanigans as Nikki & Brie gear up for Halloween! Brie's transforming her home into spooky central (fireplaces still TBD), while Nikki's scrambling to try on her costume before trick-or-treating kicks off. The whole family is getting festive, and the twins are suiting up as KPop Demon Hunters—cue the nostalgia, because they're also reminiscing on their sluttiest pre-kid costumes (Princess Leia and Betty Boop make an appearance). Plus, Brie recaps her Bonita Bonita Murder Mystery party that ended in a FaceTime call to a very cozy, and very naked Nikki.But it's not all Halloween mischief. Nikki reflects on an unforgettable Monday Night RAW, and how she's now gearing up for a tag-team match with Stephanie Vaquer against Roxanne Perez and Raquel Rodriguez, and it's giving legacy vs. new era in the best way possible. Oh—and don't miss the Halloween dating game Boo Up or Ghost, where Nikki chooses between horror's creepiest bachelors (spoiler: Mike Myers might just get cuffed). Press play… if you dare. Call Nikki & Brie at 833-GARCIA2 and leave a voicemail! Follow Nikki & Brie on Instagram, follow the show on Instagram and TikTok and send Nikki & Brie a message on Threads! Follow Bonita Bonita on Instagram Book a reservation at the Bonita Bonita Speakeasy To watch exclusive videos of this week's episode, follow The Nikki & Brie Show on YouTube, Facebook, and TikTok! You can also catch The Nikki & Brie Show on SiriusXM Stars 109! Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

If you've ever wondered how a designer really lives, you'll love this week's “Designers at Home” episode. I visited Julia Chasman in her Pasadena Craftsman, and her home is a masterclass in warmth, humor, and fearless pattern mixing. We talk about her buffalo-check chair from the Pasadena Showcase, the story behind her antique Steinway, and why a little imperfection—and a wink of whimsy—makes a room come alive.  Julia's space feels like Slow Style in motion: personal, soulful, and full of stories. Tune in if you need a dose of creative inspiration and want to remember why decorating your home should always bring you joy. Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

We show up late, sip pumpkin chai, and talk about the fine line between friendly service and intrusive small talk while we sprint through holiday resets, live sales, and big travel plans for family and team milestones. Behind the jokes is a playbook for scaling retail without losing sanity.Don't forget to join our online community at WhosDrivingPodcast.com Join the conversation by calling their hotline at 864-982-5029 with your own stories or topic suggestions, and experience the authentic charm of two best friends who truly never know who's driving or where they're headed.Look For The Water Bottle! Tap Here For Hidrate Spark water bottle.Visit www.WesleyTurnerLiving.com to find so much more about all the things we do! Follow Steven on Instagram at @Keepinupwithsteven and follow Wesley on Instagram at @WesleyTurnerLiving.  Shop our online store at TheNestedFig.Com  Find The Nested Fig on Instagram at @TheNestedFig We mentioned The Nested Fig App in this episode. You can Tap Here to get our app and join our live sales 

We share the chaos and charm of two farm dinners—one drenched mid-course and saved in the barn, the other a flawless do-over—then pivot to a late-night hotel scare in Atlanta, roof insurance headaches, internet “icks,” and the saga of a cat that won't stop hitching rides. Don't forget to join our online community at WhosDrivingPodcast.com Join the conversation by calling their hotline at 864-982-5029 with your own stories or topic suggestions, and experience the authentic charm of two best friends who truly never know who's driving or where they're headed.Look For The Water Bottle! Tap Here For Hidrate Spark water bottle.Visit www.WesleyTurnerLiving.com to find so much more about all the things we do! Follow Steven on Instagram at @Keepinupwithsteven and follow Wesley on Instagram at @WesleyTurnerLiving.  Shop our online store at TheNestedFig.Com  Find The Nested Fig on Instagram at @TheNestedFig We mentioned The Nested Fig App in this episode. You can Tap Here to get our app and join our live sales 

In this final episode of the season, I get to sit down with the one and only Vern Yip—yes, that Vern Yip! You probably know him from his trailblazing days on design television, but today he joins me to talk about his beautiful new book, Color, Pattern, Texture. We dive into everything from the deeply personal story of a scroll his mother carried while fleeing communist China, to how he uses those kinds of meaningful objects as the foundation for timeless design. Vern shares why starting with what matters most to you—not trends—creates homes that are layered, enduring, and uniquely yours. We look closely at some of the spaces from his book, break down why they work, and talk about the emotional side of design: how a room can tell your story, reflect who you are, and even help you step into who you want to become. Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

We talk Dinner in the Dahlias while bracing for rain, prep a week of Atlanta live sales, and bust the viral myth that dunking mums makes blooms last. Between bag trends, hybrid plant pitfalls, and a quick Pyramid game, we stay honest, useful, and a little unhinged.Don't forget to join our online community at WhosDrivingPodcast.com Join the conversation by calling their hotline at 864-982-5029 with your own stories or topic suggestions, and experience the authentic charm of two best friends who truly never know who's driving or where they're headed.Look For The Water Bottle! Tap Here For Hidrate Spark water bottle.Visit www.WesleyTurnerLiving.com to find so much more about all the things we do! Follow Steven on Instagram at @Keepinupwithsteven and follow Wesley on Instagram at @WesleyTurnerLiving.  Shop our online store at TheNestedFig.Com  Find The Nested Fig on Instagram at @TheNestedFig We mentioned The Nested Fig App in this episode. You can Tap Here to get our app and join our live sales 

In this episode, I talk with designer and shop owner Stephanie Rudloe about her work with Marrakesh Designs and her long collaboration with Moroccan artisans. Stephanie shares how she first fell in love with Moroccan craft, from rugs and doors to brass lighting and pottery, and how these handmade pieces bring depth and character into our homes. We also explore how to layer just a touch of Morocco into everyday interiors in a way that feels natural and personal without going overboard or being overly thematic. What we find is that certain Moroccan objects and motifs have been design staples for many decades in America.  Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

Summary In this episode, Shelby and Courtney discuss Shelby's upcoming hospital visit as she gets ready to have Baby #2! They share insights on hospital experiences, home renovations, health and fitness, and family dynamics. Shelby and Courtney emphasize the importance of perspective during labor, the joy of DIY projects (both crafty and "serious"), and the humorous challenges of family life, all while navigating the ups and downs of life in their 30s. In this episode, Shelby and Courtney discuss various personal experiences and insights, ranging from family dynamics with newborns to the fascinating life cycle of plants. Courtney gives a butter update, they share anticipation surrounding the upcoming Taylor Swift movie "Life of a Showgirl", and the potential of farm stands as a business (if only those pesky HOAs would leave Courtney alone!). The conversation also touches on the latest season of Dancing with the Stars, highlighting standout performances and predictions for the competition.   Takeaways It's important to prepare for a new baby, but don't overthink it. Comfort items for the hospital can make a big difference. Perspective is key during labor and delivery. Home renovations can be spontaneous and rewarding. Facebook Marketplace finds can lead to great home decor solutions. Health and fitness journeys can be motivating and impactful - Go Peloton! DIY projects can refresh your living space without spending much. Skincare routines are essential for self-care, even when busy. Family dynamics can be humorous and challenging at times. Meeting new family members can be a joyful experience. Brooks is adapting to family changes with a new brother. The life cycle of certain plants can be surprising and fascinating. Making homemade butter can be a fun but labor-intensive process. Anticipation for the Taylor Swift movie Life of a Showgirl is high among fans. Farm stands can be a lucrative business opportunity for bakers. Dancing with the Stars features a mix of talent and experience. Family dynamics can shift dramatically with the arrival of a new baby. The process of making butter reveals interesting culinary techniques. The excitement around Taylor Swift's new album is palpable. Community engagement through farm stands can foster local connections.    

Buckle up for an entertaining journey with best friends Wesley Turner and Steven Merck as they traverse topics from event planning and aging gracefully to misused phrases with their trademark humor and candor.Don't forget to join our online community at WhosDrivingPodcast.com Join the conversation by calling their hotline at 864-982-5029 with your own stories or topic suggestions, and experience the authentic charm of two best friends who truly never know who's driving or where they're headed.Look For The Water Bottle! Tap Here For Hidrate Spark water bottle.Visit www.WesleyTurnerLiving.com to find so much more about all the things we do! Follow Steven on Instagram at @Keepinupwithsteven and follow Wesley on Instagram at @WesleyTurnerLiving.  Shop our online store at TheNestedFig.Com  Find The Nested Fig on Instagram at @TheNestedFig We mentioned The Nested Fig App in this episode. You can Tap Here to get our app and join our live sales 

In this episode, I sit down with designer and shop owner Molly Carter, whose passion for sustainability and storytelling in design is contagious. We talk about what it means to buy with your values, how she sources everything from hundred-year-old rugs to locally made candles, and why slowing down matters when you're building a home. Molly shares the stories behind her favorite projects, including a wine country retreat and a mid-century gem in Placerville, and reminds us that every choice—from a pillow to a piece of art—can carry history, culture, and care.  Want to finally define your style? Grab your free worksheet and uncover your personal aesthetic!

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Stassi is back with the ultimate home episode because C-O-Lo just bought her very first place—and not just any home, but her first L.A. home. They're celebrating with a deep dive into the obsessive art of decorating, design regrets, and figuring out your aesthetic one sideboard mistake at a time. Lo shares how she found a townhouse that just felt right, while Stassi reflects on buying her home in 2020 at the perfect moment—like the universe stepped in. They cover dining room dreams, filling empty rooms, and building a space around pieces you truly love. From mismatched metals and elegant toilets to art regrets (bye, Louis Vuitton bubbles) and Anthropologie knobs, it's a full breakdown of what to do—and what not to do. Plus, should you do an energy cleanse before moving in? Lo says yes. Stassi's still debating.Thanks for supporting our sponsors:Progressive: Visit Progressive.com to see if you could save on car insurance.Quince: Go to Quince.com/stassi for free shipping on your order and 365 dayReturns.Boll & Branch: Get 20% off plus free shipping on your first set of sheets at BollAndBranch.com/stassiWayfair: Shop outdoor furniture, grills, lawn games, and WAY more for WAY less. Head to Wayfair.com right now to explore a HUGE outdoor selection.Hiya: Receive 50% off your first order. To claim this deal you must go to hiyahealth.com/STASSI.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.