Podcasts about Cum

Ramazân-ı Şerîf'in karşılayıcısı durumunda olan mübârek aylardan Receb ayının ilk Cum'a gecesine Regâib gecesi denir. Bu geceye Regâib gecesi denmesinin asıl sebebi şudur: Bu gecede Peygamberimiz (s.a.v.)'e hâs bazı manevî ihsânlar gerçekleşmiştir ki olmasıdır ki bunun şükür ifâdesi olarak Peygamberimiz (s.a.v.) on iki rek'at namâz kılmışlardır.Resûlullah (s.a.v.): “Bir kimse Receb'in ilk perşembe gününü oruç tutup, o günün gece-sinde (akşam ile yatsı arasında) iki rek'atta bir selâm vererek on iki rek'at namâz kılsa şöyle ki: Her rek'atta bir Fâtiha, üç Kadîr sûresi, on iki İhlâs sûresi okumak sûretiyle namâzdan sonra “Allâhümme salli alâ Muhammedîn nebîyyi'l- ümmiyyi ve alâ âlihî ve sellim” diyerek benim üzerime yetmiş defa salevât-ı şerîfe getirdikten sonra secdeye varsa, secdede (70) defa “Süb-bûhun kuddûsün rabbünâ ve rabbü'l- melâiketi ve'r-rûh” dedikten sonra secdeden başını kal-dırsa, oturduğu yerde 70 defa “Rabbi'ğfir ve'r-ham vafu vetekerrem ve-tecâvez ammâ ta'lemü inneke ente'l- e'azzü'l- ekram” dedikten sonra ikinci defa secde edip secdede iken birinci defa secdede ne okumuşsa aynen onları tekrar eder bitiminde ise secdede Allâh (c.c.)'den isteye-ceklerini ister, duâ ve niyâzını yaparsa, Hâkk Teâlâ da onun ihtiyâçlarını, dilek ve temennile-rini kabûl eder.” buyurmuşlardır.Bu namâzı kılanlar hakkında Resûlullah (s.a.v.) şu mübârek sözlerini beyân buyurmuşlardır: “Nef-sim kudret elinde olan Allâhü Te'âlâ'ya kasem ederim ki herhangi bir erkek ve kadın ta'rif edi-len bu namâzı kılarsa, Yüce Allâh bütün günâh-larını bağışlar; günâhları denizin köpüğü ve kum taneleri de dağların ağırlığı ve ağaçların yaprakları kadar çok olsa bile. Bundan başka, kıyâmet günü âilesinden yedi yüz kişi hakkında şefâat hakkı verilir, müjdeler olsun ki sen her türlü sıkıntılardan kurtuldun, rahatı buldun, de-nilir.”(Seyyid Abdülkâdir-i Geylânî (k.s.), Gunyetü't Talibin, s.37)

Twas a Perv Christmas. Christmas eve with your favorite, kinky, perverted family. (2 poems) Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Twas the night before Christmas,and all through the dwelling. Not a creature was stirring,'cept my cock, which was swelling; From walls hung portraits,setting the mood, Above the mantel hung Grandma,She posed fullly nude; Down the hall, on her bed,Coed stepsister did sit, A vibrating dildo,rubbed on her hard clit; Stepmom in panties,and I in the nude. Had just readied our loins,before getting screwed. When from outside the window,there arose such a cry, My head darted up,from stepmom’s wet thigh; Jen's eyes got so wide,as we both turned to see, Just what sort of Christmas,the visit might be; The moonbeams bounced off,the snow all so white, I blinked as I tried to,make sure of my sight, What did I see,that gave me such pause? It was the round, jolly face,of old Santa Clause! Framed in the window, red cheeks and a beard, When in through the doorway,Buxy Susan appeared; I opened the window,we pulled him within, Jenny glanced at her daughter,then said with a grin: “Santa! We're busy,You're spying, You creep! I’m riding my stepson,and you try to peep! That’s awfully spotty,for man such as you! I wonder what naughty,kinky perversions you do! Now please come on in,and join the fun, We’ll be on the nice list,when finally done!” Quick as the devil,Jen's down on her knees, Tugging his Pants off,as fast as she please, The Sled Musher looked down,his eyes wide with shock, When out of his britches,popped his massive cock, She started to suck him,with skills of a pro, And Santa exclaimed,“Sue, Your Mom's a Ho!” My stepsister laughed,as she fell to Jen’s side, She opened her mouth,took both ball's inside, Her tongue lapped and writhed,his scrotum with care, As Jen bobbed on his shaft,and came up for air, She said, “I’ve taught her well,don’t you think St. Nick? Watching her lick you,gets my pussy all slick.” They sprung to their feet,and got back in bed, “Why don’t you fuck her,while Billy gives me head?” Susan then beamed,and she squealed with delight, then spread her legs and cried,“hurry down my chimney tonight!” And taking my cue,I crawled to Jen’s bits, my tongue, ran up through it,from the crack to the slit, Santa rushed forward,his hard swollen tip, And rubbed it on Susan's,soft, shaven lips; As he pushed it inside,Susan’s ass gave a leap, He was all the way in her,rigid hard and balls deep; Watching her daughter,Jen gave a moan, My tongue pushed down firmly,her clit hard as a bone; Susan writhed on the mattress,her feet in the air, While Santa Clause thrusted,Jen gripped on my hair; At once her back arched,and her toes they did curl, My sister shouted, “Don't stop! I'm Cumming!”while I sucked Jenny's Pearl; Jen pushed my face up,my chin wet with juice, And she said, “My turn! Santa,put my twat to good use!” Her lips stuck out,from under her ass, Santa slid out of Susan,said, “Awe! There’s a good lass!” He went behind Jenny,and in her he plowed, His log hit her g-spot,she cried out aloud; Still horny myself,”Stepsis, want some more?” Got on her knees and said,“Billy, make me a whore!” Sue knelt before Jenny,I poked in her cunt, Jen groaned as I panted,and I heard Santa grunt; He pulled on Jen's hair,Mom’s face all a glow, I pounded up, Susan’s,tits bounced too and fro; She cooed as I fucked her,I smiled at her mother, “Sue, you get along well,with your stepBrother.” We're all moving faster,the bed rocked and squeaked, There's magic in the air,as we all reached our peak; Then Jen started first,a long, bellow scream, Susan came next,as I filled her with cream; With eyes all a twinkle,Saint Nick shot his load, It was a Miracle,Mom didn’t explode! I pulled out of Sue,Nick pulled out of Jen, They fell to the sheets,cunts full to the brim; They both were in giggles,together they squirmed, then straddling each other,they sucked out the sperm; Sue looked up at Nick,her eyes had a glint, Licking her lips, said,“Yum! tastes like mint.” Nick stumbled backwards,and pulled up his drawers, His face was beat red,sweat flowed from his pours; He got to the Window,about to slip out, But paused and he turned,and said with a shout: “You people are lovely,That much I will say! But tonight you're naughty,since Harold's away!” Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle, for Lush Stories. How The Inch Stole Xmas. From The Fucks down in Fucksville. Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Every Fuck down in Fucksville liked Xmas a lot; But the Inch, who lived just north of Fucksville, did not! The Inch hated Xmas! The whole Xmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his testicles were hung up far too high. It could be, perhaps, that his bladder was shy. But I think that the most likely reason of all, May have been that his cock was two sizes too small. But who cares why? The guy was a schmuck, He stood there on Xmas Eve, hating the Fucks, Staring down from his lair with swollen, blue balls, At the radiantly lit windows below in their halls. For he knew that every Fuck down where he gazed, Was busy now, having their pubic hair shaved. "And they're trying on their nighties!" he snarled with a sneer, "Tomorrow is Xmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his Inch fingers nervously drumming, "I must find some way to stop all those Fuckers from cumming!" For tomorrow, he knew, all the lusty studs and sluts, Would wake nice and horny. They'd all start to rut! And then! Oh, the moans! Oh, the moans! Moans! Moans! Moans! That's one thing he hated! The moans! Moans! Moans! Moans! Then the Fucks, barely legal and mature, would hump. And they'd hump! And they'd hump! And they'd hump! Hump! Hump! Hump! They would hump in their pussies, and tight little rumps. Which was something that put the Inch down in the dumps! And then the thing that he hated most would begin! Every Fuck down in Fucksville, the fat and the thin, Would lay close together, with their vibrators humming. They'd lay side-by-side. And the Fucks would start cumming! They'd cum! And they'd cum! And they'd cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! And the more the Inch thought of this Fuckville wide climax, The more he thought, "I must stop this whole thing in its tracks!" "Why, for sixty-nine years I've put up with it now!" "I must stop this Xmas from coming! But how?" Then he got an idea! A nasty idea! The Inch got a wonderful, nasty idea! "I know just what to do!" The Inch laughed in his throat. And he made a quick wide brimmed hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "I am such a devilish Imp!" "With this coat and this hat, I look just like a Pimp!" "All I need is a hooker." The Inch looked around. But, since the Inch had no Hos, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old bastard? No! The Inch simply said, "If I can't find a woman, I'll make one instead!" So he gathered some straw, and he formed it into shape, And he planted a red wig on its head with some tape. Then he grabbed the straw woman and a few old rucksacks, And then jumped behind the wheel of his rusty old Cadillac. Then the Inch said, "Let’s go!" And the jalopy started down, Toward the homes where the Fucks lay asnooze in their town. All their windows were dark. Soft groans filled the air. The Fucks were all dreaming wet dreams without care. When he came to the first flophouse on the square. "This place will work for a start," the old Inchy Pimp hissed, And he jumped into the window, empty bags in his fist. Then he crept into the living room, on the tips of his toes, past the discarded condoms and piles of clothes. And into the parlor, the Inch gleefully strolled. In the middle of the room was a polished stripper pole. Laid out beneath it were wondrous sex toys galore. "They won’t need these!" he chuckled, as he started his chore. Then he slithered and slunk, with his heart starting to sing, Around the whole room, and he stole every plaything! Dildos! And Sybians! Anal beads! Balls! French Ticklers! Massagers! Butt plugs! And dolls! And he stuffed them in sacks. Then the Inch, the old baddie, Threw the sacks, into the trunk of his Caddy! Then he snuck to the bathroom. He took every pill! He took the ribbed condoms! All the sensual thrills! He cleaned out the bathroom of the last drop of lube. Why, that Inch left nothing but one single pube! Then he threw all the junk into the car with scorn. "And now!" growled the Inch, "I will take all the porn!" And the Inch grabbed films, dirty books and magazines, When a small voice almost made him jump out of his jeans. He turned around fast, and he saw a young Fuck! Petite Cindy-Blew You, who was naked as buck. The Inch had been caught by this 22 year-old miss, Who'd got out of bed to use the commode for a piss. She gazed at the Inch and said, "Mister Pimp, why,” "Why are you taking our Pornography? Why?" But, you know, that old Inch was such a clever old prick, He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! "Why, my dear sweet vixen," the bogus Pimp dissembled, "This smut is terrible!” he said, with nary a tremble. "So I'm switching it out, for something much less of a bore." "I'll be back in a flash. With something much more hardcore!" And his fib fooled the minx. Then he patted her bottom, And he went to the loo, never knowing she caught him. And when Cindy-Blew You curled up under her sheet, He grabbed the last bag and chucked it in the street! Then the last thing he stole was their pole for stripping! Then he jumped out the window, practically skipping. He left nothing, no cuffs, no rope. no whips for whipping. And the one drop of lube he left was a crock, It wasn’t enough for even his tiny cock! He did the same thing to every house on every block, Leaving drops much too small for the every Fucks’ cock! There was one hour left before the Fucks started to rise, He decided that heading to his cave would be wise, The car was so stuffed with trinkets it had started to slump! With gags! And with cock rings! With clamps! And clit pumps! Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Pumpit, He drove with his load to the tiptop to dump it! "Yuck yuck to the Fucks!" he was wickedly singing. "They're finding out now what the morning is bringing!" "They're just waking up! With their morning wood throbbing!" "They’ll look all around them and then they’ll start sobbing, For the Fucks down in Fucksville will see all my robbing!" "That's a noise," grinned the Inch, "That I simply must hear!" So he paused. And the Inch put his hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow. But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound was climatic! It couldn't be so! But it this sound was loud and dramatic! He stared down at Fucksville! The Inch growled in disgust! Then he shook! What he saw was shocking, terrible lust! Every Fuck down in Fucksville, the thin and the fat, Was humping! Without any sex toys at that! He hadn't stopped Xmas from coming! They came! Somehow or other, they came just the same! And the Inch, as he watched them suck and blow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?" "It came with out vibrators! It came without smut!" "It came without lubricates, or plugs in the butt!" And he stared on for hours, and then something felt sore. Then the Inch looked down at something he hadn't before! "Holy shit! I have an erection!” the amazed Inch swore. "Maybe Xmas;perhaps;isn’t so much of a snore!" And what happened then? Well;in Fucksville they say, That the Inch’s micro cock grew five sizes that day! And as his member filled and hung low and swollen, He jumped in his ride to return all the loot he had stolen, And he gave it all back! All the gizmos, gadgets and the tidbits! And he, he himself! The Inch, came on Cindy-Blew’s tits! Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle, for Lush Stories.

O soluție pentru „referendumul” președintelui Nicușor Dan: cum poate fi securizată participarea la vot a magistraților (G4Media) - Mesaj pentru Ilie Bolojan din Parlamentul European: „La conferințele de presă, premierul nu este gazda, ci musafirul într-un spațiu care aparține cetățenilor” (Libertatea) - De ce pleacă ministrul care a întors pe dos Educația? (DW) Suspendarea lui Nicuşor Dan şi reforma Justiţiei (G4Media) Faptul că AUR discută în parlament o procedură de suspendare a Nicuşor Dan demonstrează că strategia de o jumătate de an a preşedintelui de a se aşeza la mijloc, echidistant, între bine şi rău, că vorba aia, toţi suntem popor şi trebuie să fim reprezentaţi, nu funcţionează.  Nu mi-e clar deloc cu cine se consultă preşedintele Nicuşor Dan când ia deciziile pe care le ia, însă cel puţin din ce vedem pe teme de stat de drept şi justiţie, nu-i a bună, comentează Sorin Ioniță, de la Expert Forum, pentru G4Media. Încăpăţânarea de a da cu capul în zid în privinţa legii de combatere a fascismului şi antisemitismului, pe care a contestat-o de la bun început mult mai consecvent decât s-a ocupat de numirile suspecte din justiţie, poate fi a lui 100%. Probabil că demersul AUR de suspendare a preşedintelui nu se va concretiza acum, deoarece nu au voturile în parlament. Dar ei au pornit tărăboiul ăsta cu alt scop: să scuture bine coaliţia de guvernare, să frăgezească poziţia preşedintelui şi să dea aparatului corupt al statului profund – bazat pe caracatiţa din justiţie – un semn de solidaritate şi încredere. Cum ar veni, dragi magistraţi şi generali din servicii, nu mai fiţi aşa îngrijoraţi, vă puteţi baza pe noi pentru continuitate. Iar data viitoare să nu mai faceţi cum aţi făcut cu Georgescu, că n-are rost, suntem de-ai voştri. EXCLUSIV O soluție pentru „referendumul” președintelui Nicușor Dan: cum poate fi securizată participarea la vot a magistraților (G4Media) Un judecător activ, care lucrează la o Curte de Apel din țară, a explicat pentru G4Media că există o soluție pentru ca magistrații care vor să participe la „refendumul” anunțat de președintele Nicușor Dan să aibă asigurat secretul participării la consultare și să nu riște represalii din partea celor care actualmente controlează sistemul de Justiție: comunicarea directă între președinte și magistrați. Potrivit judecătorului, dacă scopul mecanismului de consultare propus de președinte este de a câștiga încrederea magistraților și de a le asigura secretul participării la „referendum”, sub nicio formă nu ar trebui utilizat sistemul informatic al CSM. Soluția este o cale de comunicare directă între magistrați și Adminsitrația Prezidențială, prin intermediul e-mailurilor de serviciu personalizate. Mesaj pentru Ilie Bolojan din Parlamentul European: „La conferințele de presă, premierul nu este gazda, ci musafirul într-un spațiu care aparține cetățenilor” (Libertatea) Europarlamentarul italian Sandro Ruotolo, cunoscut în Europa pentru implicarea în apărarea libertății presei și aflat sub protecția Poliției după ce a fost amenințat de Mafie pentru investigațiile din vremea când era jurnalist, a acordat un interviu pentru Libertatea, în Parlamentul European de la Strasbourg, despre situația din București. Mai exact, despre decizia premierului Ilie Bolojan de a interzice accesul jurnaliștilor la începutul ședințelor de guvern și de a limita conferințele de presă la o singură întrebare per jurnalist. Ruotolo consideră aceste măsuri un regres democratic și o atingere adusă principiilor transparenței, din care pierzători nu sunt jurnaliștii, ci cetățenii. De ce pleacă ministrul care a întors pe dos Educația? (DW) Se înțelege din surse bine informate că nici premierul nu era foarte mulțumit de ministrul Educației, Daniel David, și nici ministrul de complicațiile funcției, cărora nu a știut mereu să le răspundă adecvat. Daniel David susține că s-a retras din funcția de ministru al Educației fiindcă nu-și dorește o carieră politică, fiindcă acum un an sub guvernul Ciolacu a acceptat funcția doar temporar „pentru a ajuta țara” și sistemul de educație-cercetare „în situațiile de criză pe care le-au traversat”. În plus, se teme că dacă mai rămâne la minister ar putea să nu se mai poată „reconecta cu profesia”, pentru că se consideră „în primul rând un psiholog”. Anunțul demisiei, motivele plecării din funcție și un succint raport al rezultatelor sale în fruntea Educației au apărut pe blogul său personal. Poate și fiindcă s-a temut să vină în fața jurnaliștilor să-și explice poziția, mai ales că în ultimele șase luni nu a mai făcut nicio conferință de presă, iar așa zisele sale reforme au fost contestate nu doar de sindicate, ci și de specialiști.  Plecarea ministrului David a fost aplaudată de profesori pe rețelele sociale. Sindicatele de profil sunt la rândul lor ușurate, dar consideră că deocamdată e vorba doar despre „un eveniment politic” nu despre o „rezolvare a crizei”. Profesorul Daniel David a fost primul ministru al Educației care a propus de bună voie reducerea bugetului instituției pe care o conduce. Educația face parte din Strategia de Securitate a României, iar legea de bază a învățământului prevede o alocare anuală de 6% din PIB. În 2005, un alt profesor, tot de la Cluj, Mircea Miclea a renunțat la fotoliul Educației pentru că nu a primit pentru învățământ banii promiși prin lege. După 20 de ani, Daniel David pleacă din fruntea aceluiași minister după ce a încâlcit, birocratizat și sărăcit cel mai important și mai de viitor domeniu.  Integral, pe pagina DW.

Twas a Perv Christmas. Christmas eve with your favorite, kinky, perverted family. (2 poems) Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Twas the night before Christmas,and all through the dwelling. Not a creature was stirring,'cept my cock, which was swelling; From walls hung portraits,setting the mood, Above the mantel hung Grandma,She posed fullly nude; Down the hall, on her bed,Coed stepsister did sit, A vibrating dildo,rubbed on her hard clit; Stepmom in panties,and I in the nude. Had just readied our loins,before getting screwed. When from outside the window,there arose such a cry, My head darted up,from stepmom’s wet thigh; Jen's eyes got so wide,as we both turned to see, Just what sort of Christmas,the visit might be; The moonbeams bounced off,the snow all so white, I blinked as I tried to,make sure of my sight, What did I see,that gave me such pause? It was the round, jolly face,of old Santa Clause! Framed in the window, red cheeks and a beard, When in through the doorway,Buxy Susan appeared; I opened the window,we pulled him within, Jenny glanced at her daughter,then said with a grin: “Santa! We're busy,You're spying, You creep! I’m riding my stepson,and you try to peep! That’s awfully spotty,for man such as you! I wonder what naughty,kinky perversions you do! Now please come on in,and join the fun, We’ll be on the nice list,when finally done!” Quick as the devil,Jen's down on her knees, Tugging his Pants off,as fast as she please, The Sled Musher looked down,his eyes wide with shock, When out of his britches,popped his massive cock, She started to suck him,with skills of a pro, And Santa exclaimed,“Sue, Your Mom's a Ho!” My stepsister laughed,as she fell to Jen’s side, She opened her mouth,took both ball's inside, Her tongue lapped and writhed,his scrotum with care, As Jen bobbed on his shaft,and came up for air, She said, “I’ve taught her well,don’t you think St. Nick? Watching her lick you,gets my pussy all slick.” They sprung to their feet,and got back in bed, “Why don’t you fuck her,while Billy gives me head?” Susan then beamed,and she squealed with delight, then spread her legs and cried,“hurry down my chimney tonight!” And taking my cue,I crawled to Jen’s bits, my tongue, ran up through it,from the crack to the slit, Santa rushed forward,his hard swollen tip, And rubbed it on Susan's,soft, shaven lips; As he pushed it inside,Susan’s ass gave a leap, He was all the way in her,rigid hard and balls deep; Watching her daughter,Jen gave a moan, My tongue pushed down firmly,her clit hard as a bone; Susan writhed on the mattress,her feet in the air, While Santa Clause thrusted,Jen gripped on my hair; At once her back arched,and her toes they did curl, My sister shouted, “Don't stop! I'm Cumming!”while I sucked Jenny's Pearl; Jen pushed my face up,my chin wet with juice, And she said, “My turn! Santa,put my twat to good use!” Her lips stuck out,from under her ass, Santa slid out of Susan,said, “Awe! There’s a good lass!” He went behind Jenny,and in her he plowed, His log hit her g-spot,she cried out aloud; Still horny myself,”Stepsis, want some more?” Got on her knees and said,“Billy, make me a whore!” Sue knelt before Jenny,I poked in her cunt, Jen groaned as I panted,and I heard Santa grunt; He pulled on Jen's hair,Mom’s face all a glow, I pounded up, Susan’s,tits bounced too and fro; She cooed as I fucked her,I smiled at her mother, “Sue, you get along well,with your stepBrother.” We're all moving faster,the bed rocked and squeaked, There's magic in the air,as we all reached our peak; Then Jen started first,a long, bellow scream, Susan came next,as I filled her with cream; With eyes all a twinkle,Saint Nick shot his load, It was a Miracle,Mom didn’t explode! I pulled out of Sue,Nick pulled out of Jen, They fell to the sheets,cunts full to the brim; They both were in giggles,together they squirmed, then straddling each other,they sucked out the sperm; Sue looked up at Nick,her eyes had a glint, Licking her lips, said,“Yum! tastes like mint.” Nick stumbled backwards,and pulled up his drawers, His face was beat red,sweat flowed from his pours; He got to the Window,about to slip out, But paused and he turned,and said with a shout: “You people are lovely,That much I will say! But tonight you're naughty,since Harold's away!” Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle, for Lush Stories. How The Inch Stole Xmas. From The Fucks down in Fucksville. Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Every Fuck down in Fucksville liked Xmas a lot; But the Inch, who lived just north of Fucksville, did not! The Inch hated Xmas! The whole Xmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his testicles were hung up far too high. It could be, perhaps, that his bladder was shy. But I think that the most likely reason of all, May have been that his cock was two sizes too small. But who cares why? The guy was a schmuck, He stood there on Xmas Eve, hating the Fucks, Staring down from his lair with swollen, blue balls, At the radiantly lit windows below in their halls. For he knew that every Fuck down where he gazed, Was busy now, having their pubic hair shaved. "And they're trying on their nighties!" he snarled with a sneer, "Tomorrow is Xmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his Inch fingers nervously drumming, "I must find some way to stop all those Fuckers from cumming!" For tomorrow, he knew, all the lusty studs and sluts, Would wake nice and horny. They'd all start to rut! And then! Oh, the moans! Oh, the moans! Moans! Moans! Moans! That's one thing he hated! The moans! Moans! Moans! Moans! Then the Fucks, barely legal and mature, would hump. And they'd hump! And they'd hump! And they'd hump! Hump! Hump! Hump! They would hump in their pussies, and tight little rumps. Which was something that put the Inch down in the dumps! And then the thing that he hated most would begin! Every Fuck down in Fucksville, the fat and the thin, Would lay close together, with their vibrators humming. They'd lay side-by-side. And the Fucks would start cumming! They'd cum! And they'd cum! And they'd cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! And the more the Inch thought of this Fuckville wide climax, The more he thought, "I must stop this whole thing in its tracks!" "Why, for sixty-nine years I've put up with it now!" "I must stop this Xmas from coming! But how?" Then he got an idea! A nasty idea! The Inch got a wonderful, nasty idea! "I know just what to do!" The Inch laughed in his throat. And he made a quick wide brimmed hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "I am such a devilish Imp!" "With this coat and this hat, I look just like a Pimp!" "All I need is a hooker." The Inch looked around. But, since the Inch had no Hos, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old bastard? No! The Inch simply said, "If I can't find a woman, I'll make one instead!" So he gathered some straw, and he formed it into shape, And he planted a red wig on its head with some tape. Then he grabbed the straw woman and a few old rucksacks, And then jumped behind the wheel of his rusty old Cadillac. Then the Inch said, "Let’s go!" And the jalopy started down, Toward the homes where the Fucks lay asnooze in their town. All their windows were dark. Soft groans filled the air. The Fucks were all dreaming wet dreams without care. When he came to the first flophouse on the square. "This place will work for a start," the old Inchy Pimp hissed, And he jumped into the window, empty bags in his fist. Then he crept into the living room, on the tips of his toes, past the discarded condoms and piles of clothes. And into the parlor, the Inch gleefully strolled. In the middle of the room was a polished stripper pole. Laid out beneath it were wondrous sex toys galore. "They won’t need these!" he chuckled, as he started his chore. Then he slithered and slunk, with his heart starting to sing, Around the whole room, and he stole every plaything! Dildos! And Sybians! Anal beads! Balls! French Ticklers! Massagers! Butt plugs! And dolls! And he stuffed them in sacks. Then the Inch, the old baddie, Threw the sacks, into the trunk of his Caddy! Then he snuck to the bathroom. He took every pill! He took the ribbed condoms! All the sensual thrills! He cleaned out the bathroom of the last drop of lube. Why, that Inch left nothing but one single pube! Then he threw all the junk into the car with scorn. "And now!" growled the Inch, "I will take all the porn!" And the Inch grabbed films, dirty books and magazines, When a small voice almost made him jump out of his jeans. He turned around fast, and he saw a young Fuck! Petite Cindy-Blew You, who was naked as buck. The Inch had been caught by this 22 year-old miss, Who'd got out of bed to use the commode for a piss. She gazed at the Inch and said, "Mister Pimp, why,” "Why are you taking our Pornography? Why?" But, you know, that old Inch was such a clever old prick, He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! "Why, my dear sweet vixen," the bogus Pimp dissembled, "This smut is terrible!” he said, with nary a tremble. "So I'm switching it out, for something much less of a bore." "I'll be back in a flash. With something much more hardcore!" And his fib fooled the minx. Then he patted her bottom, And he went to the loo, never knowing she caught him. And when Cindy-Blew You curled up under her sheet, He grabbed the last bag and chucked it in the street! Then the last thing he stole was their pole for stripping! Then he jumped out the window, practically skipping. He left nothing, no cuffs, no rope. no whips for whipping. And the one drop of lube he left was a crock, It wasn’t enough for even his tiny cock! He did the same thing to every house on every block, Leaving drops much too small for the every Fucks’ cock! There was one hour left before the Fucks started to rise, He decided that heading to his cave would be wise, The car was so stuffed with trinkets it had started to slump! With gags! And with cock rings! With clamps! And clit pumps! Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Pumpit, He drove with his load to the tiptop to dump it! "Yuck yuck to the Fucks!" he was wickedly singing. "They're finding out now what the morning is bringing!" "They're just waking up! With their morning wood throbbing!" "They’ll look all around them and then they’ll start sobbing, For the Fucks down in Fucksville will see all my robbing!" "That's a noise," grinned the Inch, "That I simply must hear!" So he paused. And the Inch put his hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow. But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound was climatic! It couldn't be so! But it this sound was loud and dramatic! He stared down at Fucksville! The Inch growled in disgust! Then he shook! What he saw was shocking, terrible lust! Every Fuck down in Fucksville, the thin and the fat, Was humping! Without any sex toys at that! He hadn't stopped Xmas from coming! They came! Somehow or other, they came just the same! And the Inch, as he watched them suck and blow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?" "It came with out vibrators! It came without smut!" "It came without lubricates, or plugs in the butt!" And he stared on for hours, and then something felt sore. Then the Inch looked down at something he hadn't before! "Holy shit! I have an erection!” the amazed Inch swore. "Maybe Xmas;perhaps;isn’t so much of a snore!" And what happened then? Well;in Fucksville they say, That the Inch’s micro cock grew five sizes that day! And as his member filled and hung low and swollen, He jumped in his ride to return all the loot he had stolen, And he gave it all back! All the gizmos, gadgets and the tidbits! And he, he himself! The Inch, came on Cindy-Blew’s tits! Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle, for Lush Stories.

Bu gece pek mübârek bir gecedir. Allâhü Te'âlâ'nın ilâhi ihsân ve manevî hediyelerinin diğer zamanlardan daha çok tecelli etmesi, sa-mimi kalble Allah (c.c.)'a yönelenlerin affedilme-lerinin çokça ümit edilmesi ve mü'mînlerin sa-mimiyet ve arzuyla Allâhü Teâlâ'ya yönelmeleri sebebiyle bu geceye Regâib denilmiştir.”Bu gece Resûlullah (s.a.v.) için salat-ü selâm getirmek, O (s.a.v.)'in varlığıyla iftihâr ettiğimizin en temel göstergesidir. Ayrıca sıkıntıda olan tüm Müslümanlara duâ edilmesi tavsiye edilir. Resûlullah (s.a.v.) buyurdular ki: “Receb'in ilk Cuma gecesini ihyâ edene Allâhü Teâlâ kabir azâbı yapmaz. Duâlarını kabul eder. Yalnız, yedi kimseyi affetmez ve duâlarını kabul etmez:Faiz alan veya veren, müslümanları aşa-ğı gören, anasına babasına eziyet edip kar-şı gelen çocuk; müslüman olan ve şerîate, dîne uyan kocasını dinlemeyen kadın, şarkı ve çalgıcılığı sanat edinenler, livâta ve zina edenler, beş vakit namazı kılmayanlar.”Yine rivâyet edildi ki: “Receb'in ilk Cuma gecesinin (Regaib'in) üçte biri geçince, bü-tün melekler Receb ayında oruç tutanlar için istiğfâr ederler.”Regâib Gecesi pek mübârek bir gece oldu-ğundan bu geceden gaflet etmeyerek, ibâdet ve taatle, zikir ve fikirle, tevbe ve istiğfâr ile, salât-ü selâmla, duâ ve niyâzla geçirmelidir. Günâhları-nı göz önüne getirerek ve son istiğfârı imiş gibi kalb, kalıp ve dili birleştirerek gönülden tevbe ve istiğfâra devam etmelidir.Peygamberimiz (s.a.v.): “Beş gece vardır ki, onlarda yapılan duâların geri dönüşü yok-tur” buyurmuştur. Bu gecelerden bir tanesinin de Receb'in ilk Cumâ gecesi olduğunu beyân etmiştir.(Yâsin Yayınevi, Fazîletleriyle Gün ve Geceler, s.206-207)

În acest episod vorbim cu Domnica Petrovai despre partea nevăzută a leadershipului: felul în care emoțiile, relațiile și istoriile personale influențează viața unei echipe. Domnica are peste douăzeci de ani de experiență în lucrul cu lideri și organizații și spune adesea că echipele funcționează ca niște sisteme de atașament, unde siguranța psihologică devine fundația colaborării.Am discutat despre blocajele emoționale ale liderilor, despre evitarea conversațiilor dificile și despre cum tensiunile nerezolvate ajung să consume energie, timp și rezultate. Domnica explică de ce, în multe organizații, dificultățile nu vin din obiective, ci din felul în care oamenii interacționează.Am vorbit și despre ce înseamnă leadership autentic într-o cultură în care am oscilat între tăcerea completă despre emoții și exprimarea lor fără limite. Domnica pune accent pe echilibru, pe limite sănătoase și pe responsabilitatea fiecăruia în a păstra relațiile funcționale. În cuvintele ei, „compania nu e un spațiu terapeutic, dar e un loc în care avem nevoie de claritate și reciprocitate”.Programul Marțea Mastercard, care se desfășoară în perioada asta și oferă posibilitatea de a primi cashback atunci când plătiți online într-o zi de marți – funcționează simplu: dacă folosiți un card Mastercard și îl înscrieți pe priceless.com/marti, primiți 10% cashback la prima plată online din campanie.Iată despre ca am vorbit în acest podcast:00:00 Intro02:38 Podcast 03:34 De ce leadershipul emoțional contează04:16 Munca emoțională din organizații06:54 Leadership autentic din perspectivă emoțională08:50 KPI vs realitatea emoțională din echipe10:54 Blocaje emoționale frecvente la lideri12:47 Echipe reactive și costul conflictelor nerezolvate13:25 Particularități în organizațiile din România15:39 De ce liderilor le este greu să accepte vulnerabilitatea17:49 Singurătatea și epuizarea emoțională a liderilor18:21 De ce evităm discuțiile dificile în echipe21:33 Conflictele ca oportunitate de înțelegere23:25 Semnele unei transformări emoționale reale în echipe26:17 Rezultate vs sănătatea emoțională a echipei29:41 Cum ai grijă de echipa ta fără să devii terapeut34:46 Ce dă speranță că schimbarea este posibilă37:24 Concluzii

Serviciile secrete nu i-au trimis președintelui Nicușor Dan informații despre probleme de corupție din justiție. Cum vrea el să organizeze „referendumul” (HotNews) - Daniel David, ministrul care a livrat austeritate și a aruncat școala și profesorii în cea mai mare criză de încredere (Edupedu) - Legăturile lui Ion Iliescu cu generalii din rețeaua „Corbii” racolați de Moscova. Cum a reușit URSS să-și mențină influența în Armata Română (Libertatea) 7 probleme ale Justiției de (ne)rezolvat pentru Nicușor Dan (DW) Doar 11 magistrați au avut curajul să meargă la Cotroceni și să-și spună public nemulțumirile. Întâlnirea lor cu președintele a fost transmisă direct de Președinție prin rețelele sociale. Dar, în vreme ce Nicușor Dan asculta mărturisirile procurorilor și magistraților despre cum a fost depusă justiția în mâinile unei grupări cu legături politice, Inspecția Judiciară a dat publicității un raport din care rezultă că derapajele care apar în investigația Recorder au fost deja verificate și n-ar mai fi mare lucru de făcut.  Iată câteva dintre problemele prezentate de procurori şi judecători la Cotroceni: Președinții de instanțe au prea multă putere; Modalitatea de promovare în posturi nu este obiectivă și poate afecta independența și imparțialitatea, iar meritocrația contează prea puțin; Inspecția Judiciară ar trebui desființată și ar merita regândit întreg sistemul disciplinar prin crearea unui corp național al inspectorilor pentru că „Există clar un dublu standard al Inspecției Judiciare”; Justiția nu se mai poate autoregla, cum a sugerat președintele Nicușor Dan: fiindcă cele mai importante instituții din sistemul juridic, Înalta Curte de Casație și Justiție și Curtea de Apel București,  „sunt controlate” de oameni care „au fost ajutați să ajungă acolo prin diferite mecanisme”, „toate pârghiile sunt deținute în puncte cheie din sistem”; E nevoie de schimbarea legilor justiției prin intervenția parlamentului, „dar clasa politică vrea această intervenție legislativă, care este principala beneficiară a sistemului?  Sunt greu de găsit soluții concrete câtă vreme în parlament există grupuri de interese strâns legate de magistrații aflați în fruntea instanțelor și parchetelor. Un pact politic pentru Justiție al partidelor din arcul de guvernământ ar fi un prim pas. Totuși destul de (im)posibil de pus în practică, consideră jurnalista Sabina Fati, corespondentă DW la București. Serviciile secrete nu i-au trimis președintelui Nicușor Dan informații despre probleme de corupție din justiție. Cum vrea el să organizeze „referendumul” (HotNews) Președintele Nicușor Dan vrea vot prin corespondență pentru consultarea magistraților privind Consiliul Superior al Magistraturii (CSM) au declarat surse din Administrația Prezidențială pentru HotNews, care au vorbit și despre rolul serviciilor secrete. Discuțiile de luni cu magistrații veniți la Cotroceni au avut loc nu doar cu tabăra „anti CSM”, ci și cu cea „pro CSM”, au explicat doi oameni din adminstrația prezidențială, pentru HotNews. Datorită sensibilității subiectului, aceștia au vorbit sub condiția confidențialității.  În privința „referendumului”, cum l-a numit șeful statului, se evaluează un vot prin corespondență, au precizat cele două surse din Administrația Prezidențială. Mai exact, întrebarea ar putea să fie trimisă printr-un buletin care ajunge la instanța din care fac parte magistrații, iar apoi la aceștia. Ei ar returna buletinul prin corespondență. Se discută despre un vot nenominal, neidentificabil. În această variantă, Administrația Prezidențială va trimite direct prin instanțe această consultare și nu prin Consiliul Superior al Magistraturii. Daniel David, ministrul care a livrat austeritate și a aruncat școala și profesorii în cea mai mare criză de încredere (Edupedu) După un an de ministeriat, Daniel David și-a prezentat demisia premierului Bolojan. A fost numit în guvernul Ciolacu 2 pe 23 decembrie 2024 – a ieșit din guvernul Bolojan pe 22 decembrie 2025. Un an în funcția de ministru al Educației și Cercetării, două mandate în două guverne. De 150 de zile nu mai făcuse o conferință de presă la ministerul pe care-l conducea. În primul mandat, în Guvernul Ciolacu, Daniel David a fost prezentat și s-a prezentat drept ministrul reformei bazate pe dovezi.  Profilul său academic – profesor universitar de psihologie, cercetător recunoscut internațional, fost rector al Universității Babeș-Bolyai, expert evaluator pentru instituții academice de prestigiu din SUA și Europa – i-a oferit un capital de credibilitate fără precedent pentru un ministru al Educației. Tocmai acest profil a creat așteptări uriașe în sistem. Primele fisuri au apărut prin lipsa de onestitate, scrie jurnalistul Mihai Peticilă de la Edupedu. Consiliul Fiscal a arătat că economia pe care o va face ministerul în acest an prin toate măsurile din legea Bolojan, care dau peste cap școlile, profesorii și elevii, este de 0,6% din bugetul MEC sau 0,02% din PIB. Reacția ministrului David la analiza făcută de Consiliul Fiscal, analiză obligatorie prin lege pentru Guvern: „Nu ei sunt experții. Eu vă spun câți bani mi-ar fi trebuit.” În ședința în care au fost propuse măsurile, în Coaliția de Guvernare și cu reprezentanții ministerelor, conform surselor Edupedu.ro, ministrul Daniel David a fost singurul care a ridicat mâna și și-a asumat că va lua măsurile propuse, fără să comenteze. Tot ce a decis politicul, David a aplicat fără reacție. Motivul său declarat celor din minister și din cabinet: „dacă noi aplicăm în educație primii, atunci toți vor vedea exemplul nostru și ne vor urma”. Era în iunie 2025. Până în final de noiembrie 2025, niciunul dintre colegii săi miniștri nu aplicaseră și în domeniilor lor măsuri de austeritate. Legăturile lui Ion Iliescu cu generalii din rețeaua „Corbii” racolați de Moscova. Cum a reușit URSS să-și mențină influența în Armata Română (Libertatea) După numirea în fruntea Armatei de către Ion Iliescu, generalul Nicolae Militaru a reactivat o serie de militari care fuseseră marginalizați de Ceaușescu pentru apartenența lor la serviciile secrete sovietice. Iar noua putere coagulată în jurul lui Ion Iliescu era organizată încă din anii ‘80 cu sprijinul serviciilor secrete sovietice. Aceste legături cu Moscova au încetinit apropierea noastră de Occident și ne bântuie chiar și acum. Continuarea, în Libertatea.

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În multe organizații, echipele apar în organigrame ca forme geometrice ordonate: pătrate, linii, săgeți. Pe hârtie, rolurile sunt clare, procesele sunt definite, iar oamenii par a face parte din același mecanism. În realitate, însă, viața unei echipe nu seamănă deloc cu cele câteva rânduri dintr-un document intern. În spatele unui rezultat bun – sau al unei perioade grele – se află interacțiuni, tensiuni, obiceiuri, aliniere, mici gesturi zilnice care fie susțin munca, fie o pot încurca fără ca cineva să-și dea seama.Simona Caranda a construit o carieră tocmai la intersecția dintre aceste două lumi: lumea planurilor și lumea oamenilor. Este Managing Partner la Indive, trainer și consultant, cu o experiență solidă în lucrul cu echipe, în special echipe de management. Lucrează cu lideri care vor să înțeleagă cum funcționează grupul dincolo de aparențe, ce dinamici îl susțin și ce structură îl poate duce mai departe. În munca ei combină pregătirea de psihoterapeut cu instrumente validate academic, iar asta o ajută să vadă atât partea tehnică, cât și partea umană a unei echipe.Programul Marțea Mastercard, care se desfășoară în perioada asta și oferă posibilitatea de a primi cashback atunci când plătiți online într-o zi de marți – funcționează simplu: dacă folosiți un card Mastercard și îl înscrieți pe priceless.com/marti, primiți 10% cashback la prima plată online din campanie.Principalele lucruri discutate:00:00 Intro02:39 Podcast04:52 De ce echipele nu sunt doar grupuri de oameni05:47 Echipa ca sistem, nu ca sumă de indivizi08:14 Ce este modelul 6 Team Conditions09:05 Structura modelează comportamentele11:05 Cele 6 condiții ale echipelor care funcționează12:09 De ce scopul echipei este adesea confuz13:33 Cum arată rezultatele unei echipe sănătoase13:50 Problema nu e la oameni, ci la sistem17:49 Ce condiție lipsește cel mai des în echipe19:22 Exemplul scopului care blochează performanța22:36 Normele echipei și eficiența reală23:35 Ce se schimbă când structura devine clară26:12 Primul pas realist pentru un manager27:51 O intervenție simplă cu efect29:15 Întrebarea care poate schimba o echipă

Cum pregătește liceul agricol tineri care pot deveni generatori de schimbare, susținători ai economiei rurale, viitori fermieri sau antreprenori capabili să devină lideri ai agriculturii moderne în comunitățile lor? Cum pot tinerii contribui la revitalizarea zonelor rurale? De ce este agricultura un domeniu modern și plin de oportunități, unde tinerii pot deveni lideri ai schimbării? Am fost la Liceul Tehnologic „Cezar Nicolau” Brănești și am discutat cu elevii despre impactul agriculturii în dezvoltarea rurală și rolul tinerilor care învață în liceele agricole, pentru a aduce soluții pentru ferme mai eficiente, un mediu protejat și sate în care oamenii vor să trăiască și să lucreze.

Andreea Ionescu-Berechet este scenaristă şi are un doctorat în Cinematografie şi Media, predă la Facultatea de Litere din Bucureşti şi a publicat două cărţi de non-ficțiune, „Divele lui Stalin” şi „Diva socialistă”. Romanul „Sus e numele meu, Ila!” este debutul său în proză şi a apărut la Editura Corint. Povestea o are în centru pe Ila, o fată care ajunge la orfelinat, după ce tatăl ei moare în Primul Război Mondial iar mama hotărăşte că nu-şi poate creşte singură cele patru fete. Viaţa la orfelinat, la Grădina de copii, cum i se spunea în epocă, e plină de greutăţi, de la foamea îndurată de fete pînă la violenţa extremă din partea directoarei şi, mai ales, a uneia dintre îngrijitoare, poreclită Mistreaţa. Şi totuşi, în această lume dură, există şi mici oaze de lumină şi căldură: prietenia cu Agatha şi cu Lica. Și tot la orfelinat, Ila își descoperă talentul la desen. Sînt mai multe figuri de femei atent construite în carte: începînd cu Ila însăşi, continuînd cu mama ei, Maica, apoi prietena iubită, Agatha, dar şi Anne Melis, la care Ila va sta în gazdă la Constanța. Povestea Ilei se desfășoară într-o lume românească interbelică deloc idilică, o lume în care se dezvoltă în voie antisemitismul, o lume cu o majoritate a populației săracă și analfabetă. Adela Greceanu a stat de vorbă cu Andreea Ionescu-Berechet despre romanul său de debut. Andreea Ionescu-Berechet: „Eu am dorit să scriu romanul ăsta și pentru că, ani de zile, am tot fost bombardați cu tot felul de imagini idilice ale perioadei interbelice. Or, nu era deloc idilică. Era o lume dură, în care se întîmplau crime pe stradă, în care oamenii erau îndemnați să-și urască alți semeni și rata de mortalitate infantilă, de analfabetism, de copii dați în grija statului, de copii exploatați prin muncă era incredibilă.”Viața la orfelinat este plină de greutăți.Și, totuși, în această lume dură, cu multă violență, există și mici oaze de lumină și bucurie - relațiile de prietenie cu Agatha și cu Lica. Cum ați construit lumea orfelinatului? Andreea Ionescu-Berechet: „În primul rînd e o lume a surorității. Ele sînt toate niște victime ale directoarelor, care erau foarte dure cu ele dar cărora, pe de altă parte, le și păsa de ele, pentru că se umileau în fața altora, mai puternici, ca să obțină cîțiva saci de cartofi sau de mălai. Lucrurile astea sînt reale. De la bunica mea (care a fost la orfelinat) am aflat o singură poveste de nedreptate. Aceea în care directoarea aruncă niște bomboane de la balcon, înainte de Crăciun. Și mi-am dat seama că e un univers concentraționar, într-un fel.”Sînt mai multe figuri de femei atent construite în carte: începînd cu Ila însăşi, continuînd cu mama ei, Maica, apoi prietena iubită, Agatha, dar şi Anne Melis, la care Ila va sta în gazdă la Constanța.Andreea Ionescu-Berechet: „Anne Melis e partea luminoasă a poveștii. Dacă cineva e sensibil și ar putea considera prima parte a romanului un pic cam dură și cam solicitantă din punct de vedere emoțional, odată întîlnindu-se cu Anne Melis, parcă respiră. Anne Melis e tot ceea ce Ila n-a avut de la mama ei. Anne Melis are o gîndire magică, e o femeie simplă, dar foarte inteligentă. Anne Melis o hrănește pe Ila și își închipuie că, în altă parte, și feciorul ei va primi o supă caldă, că gestul ei are un răspuns imediat în realitatea de la Istanbul sau unde și închipuie ea că e băiatul ei.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta întreaga discuție!O emisiune de Adela GreceanuUn produs Radio România Cultural

Există domenii în care schimbarea se vede treptat, aproape imperceptibil. Și există domenii în care realitatea se transformă în timp real, sub ochii noștri. Mobilitatea face parte din a doua categorie. Firmele care folosesc zeci sau sute de vehicule nu mai pot funcționa doar pe intuiție sau pe obiceiurile trecutului. Aici intervine munca unor oameni care privesc funcționarea unei companii nu doar ca pe o operațiune logistică, ci ca pe un organism viu, cu nevoi, fluxuri și responsabilități.Valentin Vasiliță este unul dintre acești oameni. Conduce digitalizarea activităților DKV Mobility în România și lucrează cu companii care vor să își administreze flotele într-un mod mai așezat. Vorbim despre un sector care, deși pare tehnic la exterior, atinge fiecare bucată din viața unei companii: de la costuri, la modul în care lucrează echipele, până la felul în care sunt planificate resursele. Valentin vede aceste piese și încearcă să le pună într-o formă care să aibă sens pentru manageri și pentru șoferi.Principalele lucruri discutate:00:00 Introducere: de ce mobilitatea se schimbă rapid02:53 Parcursul lui Valentin04:54 De ce digitalizarea devine o prioritate pentru companii07:40 Ce înseamnă, concret, digitalizarea unei flote08:50 Vizibilitate, control și date centralizate11:12 Provocările reale în adoptarea soluțiilor digitale14:24 De ce renunțarea la Excel este un pas greu15:23 Sisteme esențiale: FMS, telematică și aplicații mobile18:44 Cum ajută digitalizarea la reducerea costurilor21:24 Datele din sistem și deciziile de business24:08 Cum se transformă datele în optimizare reală26:39 Cel mai important sfat pentru companii la început27:54 Concluzii și gânduri finale

Președintele Donald Trump s-a adresat miercuri seară națiunii americane, de la Casa Albă, într-un discurs despre realizările sale din ultimele 11 luni și despre ce urmează. Am vorbit cu analistul politic Mihail-Valentin Cernea despre discursul președintelui american, despre cele 11 luni din al doilea mandat al său precum și despre alegerile intermediare care vor avea loc în 2026 în SUA și care vor decide noua componență a Congresului. Discursul despre starea națiunii, „State of the Union”, este o obligație constituțională a președintelui american.De regulă e susținut la începutul anului în fața Congresului. Un discurs televizat către națiune e un exercițiu politic obișnuit, fără vreo încărcătură simbolică sau politică specială. Ce este excepțional de data asta este momentul ales, anume sfîrșitul anului.De ce credeți că a ales Donald Trump să vorbească acum, către sfîrșitul anului, și nu să spună ce are de spus în discursul obișnuit despre stare națiunii?Mihail-Valentin Cernea: „Pot fi mai multe motive pentru care a ales acest moment. În primul rînd, pentru că e un fel de a atrage atenția asupra lui - și el e tot timpul în căutare de tot felul de scheme, de metode prin care poate să atragă atenția asupra propriei persoane. Ne place să credem că omul ăsta e foarte complicat, dar nu este de fapt foarte complicat. Un al doilea motiv la care mă pot gîndi, dar aici evident că doar speculez, este legat de faptul că economia lui Trump nu merge bine în lumea reală, dincolo de realizările cu care acesta se laudă. Economia lui Trump nu merge bine, metodele sale protecționiste probabil că vor afecta din ce în ce mai tare economia americană în perioada care urmează și ar fi bine să te lauzi acum, nu cînd vor începe problemele cu disponibilitatea bunurilor pe piața americană din cauza tarifelor lui Trump. (...) De asemenea, un al treilea motiv la care mă pot gîndi este ca să-și asigure cumva spatele politic, pentru că s-ar putea, nu știm încă, dar s-ar putea să ia o decizie foarte controversată la un moment dat și anume aceea de a efectua o operațiune militară specială în Venezuela. Decizie care sigur nu va fi populară în rîndurile americanilor.” În 2026 vor avea loc în Statele Unite alegerile intermediare, care vor decide noua componență a Congresului american. Cum stau în preferințele publicului democrații, pe de-o parte și republicanii, pe de altă parte?Mihail-Valentin Cernea: „Ambele partide sînt foarte nepopulare. Democrații rămîn în continuare nepopulari și pentru că leadership-ul democrat nu s-a dovedit a fi foarte abil în ochii propriului electorat, au pierdut foarte multe bătălii ușoare cu Trump, inclusiv la ultima bătălie legată de blocarea guvernului, de shutdown-ul bugetar. Mulți dintre cei care votează democrați au fost dezamăgiți că parlamentarii democrați nu s-au luptat cum ar fi trebuit și e clar un partid într-o criză, care are nevoie de un nou leadership, care să îl ducă mai departe spre 2028, să cîștige alegerile. Și asta bineînțeles că-i ajută pe republicani care, chiar dacă Trump devine din ce în ce mai nepopular, alternativa nu e neapărat plăcută, mai ales pentru americanul de centru, americanul moderat, care nu se uită cu mare drag nici către democrați.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral! O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei Martin Un produs Radio România Cultural 

It's another Christmas edition of the After Party featuring the one and only Freddy! As he comes on shares his horny story, tells us who broke his heart and how he became a horny boy/party boy in El Paso. Plus Voo lines up some questions so we can roundtable! Follow us on social media @AaronScenesAfterParty

Zilele acestea au avut loc la Berlin consultări între mai mulți lideri europeni, reprezentanții Statelor Unite ale Americii și președintele ucrainean Volodimir Zelenski privind un posibil acord de încetare a focului. S-a discutat despre garanții de securitate solide din partea Uniunii Europene și a Statelor Unite și măsuri de redresare economică pentru Ucraina. Istoricul Armand Goșu, specialist în spațiul ex-sovietic, analizează discuțiile recente despre o posibilă încetare a focului.Președintele Zelenski a anunțat că Ucraina este gata să renunțe la obiectivul aderării la NATO, cu condiția să primească în schimb garanții solide de securitate din partea Statelor Unite și a altor țări, prezentînd această acceptare drept un compromis pe care-l face în vederea încheierii unui armistițiu. Ucraina are înscrisă în Constituție aderarea la NATO. Cum de președintele Zelenski a venit cu această nouă poziție? Armand Goșu: „În condițiile presiunilor americane, în condițiile în care e greu de imaginat pe termen scurt o aprobare din partea tuturor țărilor membre pentru intrarea Ucrainei în NATO, e greu de crezut că se creează un context favorabil aderării Ucrainei la NATO. Și presiunile din partea Rusiei sînt foarte mari, și americanii par convinși nu doar de faptul că Ucraina nu are ce căuta în NATO, ci mai mult decît atît: că NATO nu trebuie să se extindă spre Est și, în primul rînd, nu trebuie să se extindă spre vreuna din țările din fostul spațiu sovietic. Sigur că e în Constituția Ucrainei dar constituțiile se schimbă, nu? Constituțiile sînt făcute de oameni, la referendum, cum ai decis într-un fel, acum poți să decizi în alt fel. Constituțiile nu sînt bătute în cuie pe vecie, nu sînt biblii, totuși. În același timp, mi se pare foarte rațional din partea lui Zelenski, dacă obține niște garanții solide de securitate, să caute să deblocheze aceste negocieri, în condițiile în care asupra lui se pun presiuni uriașe din partea administrației Trump și el trebuie să găsească soluții. (...) E bine că Zelenski e deschis la soluții. Pînă la urmă e o competiție între Moscova și Kiev: cine-l convinge pe Trump că-i de bună credință și cine blochează aceste negocieri de pace? Nici Putin, și nici Zelenski nu vor să-și asume faptul că resping planul de pace a lui Trump.”Președintele american Donald Trump propune retragerea trupelor ucrainene și ruse din zonele de conflict și declararea unei zone demilitarizate și libere economic. Care ar fi această zonă și cine ar administra-o?Armand Goșu: „Lucrurile sînt total neclare. Să vedem discuția cu rușii, să vedem ei ce răspund la aceste prevederi. E vorba de acel procent de 25%: zona fortificată din regiunea Donețk, care are Kramatorsk, Slaviansk ca puncte centrale. În jurul acestor localități a fost construit un sistem de fortărețe după 2014. Rușii nu sînt capabili să ocupe zona respectivă, dacă o vor face, va dura foarte mult timp, singura soluție pentru ei ca să scurteze acel timp ar fi să folosească o bombă nucleară tactică, ceva mai puternic decît la Hiroshima și Nagasaki, dar e un risc foarte mare, un risc politic, pe care Putin evită să și-l asume. Or, în momentul ăsta, rușii încearcă, cu ajutor american, să-i oblige pe ucraineni să cedeze un teritoriu pe care rușii nu pot să-l cucerească. Ucrainenii spun așa ceva e imposibil de acceptat. Discuția asta a făcut ca acea zonă fortificată să capete o simbolistică aparte și, în funcție de evacuarea ei de către ucraineni și cîștigarea ei de către ruși fără luptă, să fixezi cîștigătorul războiului. Dacă ne uităm pe sondajele de opinie din Ucraina, vedem că majoritatea populației se opune unei astfel de cedări. Cum să cedezi un teritoriu pe care rușii se chinuie din 2014, de fapt, să-l ocupe?”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral! O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei Martin Un produs Radio România Cultural 

Ce este mulțumirea potrivit Bibliei și de ce ne cheamă Dumnezeu să fim mulțumitori chiar și în momente grele? Cum arată o inimă mulțumitoare și ce spune Scriptura despre recunoștință în încercări? În acest mesaj biblic, Slavic Crîlov explică sensul adevăratei mulțumiri și modul în care această atitudine schimbă relația noastră cu Dumnezeu.

Negocierea apare rar ca un moment special. De cele mai multe ori intră în viața noastră pe nesimțite, sub forma unei discuții aparent banale, a unei diferențe de opinii sau a unei decizii care trebuie luată rapid. Tocmai de aceea, oamenii care înțeleg negocierea ajung, în timp, să înțeleagă mai bine oamenii. Sabin Gîlceavă este unul dintre acei observatori răbdători ai comportamentului uman, care au petrecut ani întregi urmărind nu doar ce spun oamenii la masa negocierii, ci mai ales de ce spun acel lucru. În acest episod, pornim de la ideea simplă că negocierea nu este o confruntare, ci o conversație. Sabin spune clar că o negociere bună este una în care părțile pleacă mulțumite cu ce obțin și își doresc să pună în practică ce au agreat.Nu e vorba doar despre a obține ceva pe moment, ci despre a construi acorduri care pot fi duse mai departe fără resentimente și costuri ascunse. Din această perspectivă, negocierea devine un exercițiu de claritate și răbdare, nu o cursă pentru a demonstra cine are dreptate.O parte consistentă a discuției atinge zona psihologică. Sabin vorbește despre acel „ghem în stomac” care apare chiar și după ani de experiență, atunci când cineva ne contrazice direct. Diferența nu este absența emoției, ci felul în care învățăm să nu o lăsăm să preia controlul. Experiența, spune el, ne ajută „să nu o luăm atât de personal și să răspundem mai rațional decât emoțional”. Această observație se leagă natural de cercetările care arată cât de ușor deciziile pot fi deturnate de reacții rapide și cât de mult contează pauza de reflecție. Într-o direcție complementară, studiile lui Neil Rackham despre SPIN Selling arată că întrebările bine formulate schimbă dinamica oricărei conversații comerciale, mutând atenția de la poziții rigide la nevoi reale.Programul Marțea Mastercard, care se desfășoară în perioada asta și oferă posibilitatea de a primi cashback atunci când plătiți online într-o zi de marți – funcționează simplu: dacă folosiți un card Mastercard și îl înscrieți pe priceless.com/marti, primiți 10% cashback la prima plată online din campanie.Principalele lucruri discutate:00:00 Intro02:35 De ce negocierea este despre oameni, nu despre cifre05:27 Cum a început parcursul lui Sabin în negociere06:22 Ce îl atrage cu adevărat în negociere07:32 Cum se schimbă în timp felul de a negocia09:12 Confuzia dintre negociere și a câștiga totul09:42 Cum arată în realitate o negociere bună12:39 Când nu maximizezi valoarea, dar câștigi pe termen lung14:18 Rolul psihologiei la masa negocierii16:23 Puterea de a te ridica de la masă17:38 Greșeli frecvente ale antreprenorilor români20:12 Cum te pregătești pentru o negociere importantă22:48 De ce win-win nu înseamnă jumi-juma25:15 Cum te schimbă negocierea ca om27:49 Ce ar fi bine să rețină un antreprenor la început28:49 Unde îl găsim pe Sabin și cartea lui

Antreprenorii înțeleg bine cum fiecare decizie operațională, oricât de mică, poate influența direcția unei afaceri. Uneori, schimbarea nu vine din proiecte mari, ci din felul în care sunt administrate activitățile repetitive, cele care se întâmplă în fiecare zi și care conturează stabilitatea unei companii.Invitatul meu, Ion Mihai, Regional Sales Manager la DKV Mobility România, lucrează de peste un deceniu alături de firme care încearcă să își păstreze echilibrul într-o piață tot mai rapidă. A văzut atât momentele în care costurile scăpate din vedere au pus presiune pe o afacere, cât și situațiile în care o reorganizare atentă a flotei a adus ordine și claritate.Astăzi discutăm despre felul în care companiile pot naviga perioada care urmează, despre presiunile economice ce se conturează și despre cum pot antreprenorii să transforme administrarea flotei într-un proces mai simplu și mai predictibil. Vorbim despre pași concreți, despre instrumente utile și despre ce rezultate pot apărea atunci când o firmă decide să își optimizeze modul în care se mișcă oamenii și vehiculele sale.00:00 Introducere01:52 Cine este Ion Mihai03:08 De ce optimizarea costurilor devine o prioritate03:50 Presiunea economică și tendințele din 202605:54 Problemele reale ale companiilor cu flote08:04 Cum se gestiona flota înainte de soluțiile moderne09:44 Ce înseamnă, de fapt, o flotă auto11:29 De ce contează soluțiile de management încă de la început13:32 Claritate și control prin date centralizate14:02 Quick wins pentru reducerea costurilor16:25 Rolul tehnologiei și al platformelor digitale18:55 Vehicule electrice și impactul pe termen lung21:52 Bune practici pentru consum și utilizare23:59 Ce rezultate pot aștepta antreprenorii25:00 Beneficiile reale pentru o flotă de mașini27:04 Concluzii

Pining for Madison: Part 4 Adam and Madison take Becky and Ryan to the cabin. By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. As 6:30pm approached, I sat patiently on my bed, legs crossed in the lotus style. Madison had arranged to FaceTime me, and I eagerly awaited her call. She had gone away on holiday for the week to visit family, making each day feel like an eternity. I missed her so much -- it marked the longest time we'd been apart since we started dating. I watched, or rather willed, the time on my phone to transition from 6:29 to 6:30. As the next minute arrived, the digits seamlessly shifted from twenty-nine to thirty. A picture of Madison's beautiful face, along with her name, lit up my screen, and the phone started to ring. I answered immediately. "Hey babe," I greeted, trying to hold the phone steady in front of me. A pixelated view of her face appeared, before eventually becoming clearer. "Hey babe," she replied, giving me a little wave. "How's the holiday going?" I asked. "Oh, you know, not bad. Missing you like crazy though." "I'm missing you too. Not being with you is driving me nuts. When will you be back again?" "Aww babe, don't worry, I'll be back for your birthday, I promise." "I don't care about my birthday; I just want to see you again." "It's only a few more days, and then I'm all yours. The birthday boy can have anything he wants then." "Anything?" "Yep, anything." "That does sound good, but what do I want?" I said tapping my chin with my finger. "Well, I'm sure you can use your imagination." "Ooh! I've just thought of a few things." "I bet you have, and let me guess, it doesn't involve wearing much?" "How did you know?" She laughed at my predictability. "Speaking of which..." she began to say. "I've been so horny, these last few days, I might just jump on you, the second I see you." "It must be all that country air, but I'll brace myself," I joked. "I've thought about, you know..." she said gesturing her head downwards. "But I'm sharing a room with my niece, so it's not really practical." "Where is she now?" "Well, actually come to mention it, I'm on my own. Everyone went grocery shopping for food for this evening." "Well, why don't you, you know, take care of it now?" I suggested. "What, like over the phone?" "Yeah, yeah." I said egging her on. "Well, I'll do it, if you do it with me." "Okay, fairs fair." "How do you want to start?" "Maybe, take you top off?" "Missing the girls I see." "Oh yes." "Okay, just a sec, let me put the phone down here... and..." I watched as the camera image wobbled, showing glimpses of a girls bedroom, the white ceiling, the walls decorated with posters, before Madison came back into view. "Can you see me okay?" she asked. "Yep, every beautiful inch of you." I watched as Madison pulled off her top and unhooked her bra. She walked closer to the camera and gave me a little shimmy. "There, can you see them?" She held her breasts and pushed them up. "Oh yes, there's my girls." I said smiling. "Now your turn. Drop 'em soldier!" "Yes ma'am," I replied, giving her a mock salute. "...I just need to prop this up on something." I placed my phone against the footboard of my bed, angling it upwards. I shuffled backwards until I was in focus. "Can you see me?" I asked. "Yeah. Now show me the goods, hot stuff." I unbuttoned my trousers, and slid my hand in to my underwear and pulled out my flaccid cock. "Now play with it. Make it big for me." Madison asked. I started to play with it, shaking it from the base, then stroking it to get it bigger. "Is this good? Do you like this?" "Yeah, that's good," she replied. I could see her arm moving up and down. "Wait, have you started already?" "Oh yes!" Madison wasted no time, in starting to play with herself. "Can I see?" I asked. "Sure. I'll just make it easier for you. Two secs." When the picture came back in to view, it appeared that Madison had removed her trousers and underwear. I watched as she placed one foot on the bed, to open herself up a bit and slid her fingers between her legs. "How's this?" "Now that is hot!" I replied. "Yeah, you like it when I rub my cunt, does it get you nice and hard," Madison asked sexily. I nodded in response. I had never heard Madison speak dirty before. It was such an unexpected turn-on. "Ad, it doesn't work if you don't say anything back." "Oh shit, sorry, of course." I quickly tried to think of something to say. "My cock is so hard, looking at your beautiful cunt." "Umm, I'm so wet thinking about your thick cock. I want it inside of me so bad," she continued. "I want to bend you over and make you feel every inch." "Yes! I want to ride that cock all night long." The conversation was getting pretty explicit and I was fully hard now, stroking my cock for Madison and getting off on her dirty talk. Suddenly, my bedroom door swung open and my mom entered the room. "What do you want for dinner tonigh... oh my good heavens, I, I." She shielded her eyes with her hand and hurriedly backed out of the room, closing the bedroom door behind her. I jumped up after her, my cock wagging as I did. "Mom!" I called out. "It's not what you think, I was just checking something." I lied, as she scurried down the stairs. I went back into my room and sat down on my bed and buried my face in my hands. "What happened?" she asked. "My mom, she... she caught me." "She just walked into the room, asked me what I wanted for dinner and caught me, you know, stroking it." I watched as Madison covered her mouth and started laughing uncontrollably. "It's not funny, Mads!" "I'm sorry, but it is, it's so funny." She burst out laughing, her face turning red from laughing so much. "I can't wait to move out." I muttered under my breath. "Oh babe," she sighed, starting to calm down a bit, dabbing the laughter tears from her eyes. "I guess the moment's gone now, hasn't it?" I said somewhat dejected. "Yeah, sorry babe, but don't worry, I'll be back soon and we can pick up where we left off. I promise." "That's if I haven't died of embarrassment before then." "Look, I'll call you back same time tomorrow. Love you." She blew me a kiss. "Love you." I replied, blowing one back. The screen went black as she ended the call. I looked down at my rapidly softening cock, disappointed, before tucking it back in to my underwear and doing up my trousers. After our incident, my mom and I avoided each other for a while, the awkwardness too much for either of us to bear. Thankfully, the next few days flew by, and today was Madison's return from her holiday. It also happened to be my nineteenth birthday. Although, I was way more excited about seeing Madison. I laid there in bed, my arms folded above the covers, staring blankly at the ceiling. I hadn't fully come around when there was a knock on the bedroom door. "Adam, are you up yet?" My mom called out. "Yeah," I replied. "Are you decent, can I come in?" Ever since she caught me, she had now been extra cautious about coming into my room. "Yes." I watched the door slowly open, and my mom poke her head through. "You're not doing anything are you? Because I can come back later if you are." "No, mom!" I replied exasperated. I'm sure she thinks that's all I do when I'm in my bedroom now. "Good. I'm coming in," she announced. "Happy birthday! My special little boy." "Mom! I'm nineteen, I'm not little." "You'll always be little to me. Now go get dressed. Your father and I have a surprise for you." "A surprise? What is it?" I replied, sitting up on my elbows. "You'll have to get dressed to find out." "Fine, I'll be down in fifteen minutes." "I'll have your breakfast waiting." My mom left me to it and disappeared back down the stairs. I dragged myself out of bed and went to have a shower and get dressed. I could smell the bacon from the top of the stairs and followed that delicious scent all the way to the kitchen. My dad, sat at the table and looked up from his paper as I walked in. "Morning, birthday boy!" "Morning dad." I replied. My mom was busy at the stove, cooking strips of bacon. There were a few birthday cards on the table with my name on it, no doubt from my relatives. I sat myself down at the kitchen table opposite my dad and started to open the cards one by one. By the time I had finished, I had a nice little stack of cash beside me. My dad whistled. "Guess dinner's on you tonight then," he joked. My mom placed a cooked breakfast in front of me and my father and we tucked in. I had just finished my food when a small navy-colored box with a white ribbon slid its way across the table and into my field of vision. "Happy birthday, Adam," they both said smiling. I picked up the small box, intrigued by what could be inside. I carefully removed the lid and inside was a car key. I looked up from the box to my parents' expectant faces. "She's outside," my dad said. I paused for a moment, almost in shock at what he just said. I then slid my chair back and rushed to the front door, my parents doing their best to keep up with me. As I opened the door, I could see her. Parked next to my parents car was a 2012 black Jeep Wrangler. "No way. No freaking way!" I cried out in excitement. "Yes way, son, she's all yours," my mom replied. "We thought as you'll be going to college soon, you'll be needing some transport. She's got a few thousand miles already logged on the clock, but she's in good condition," my dad added. "Oh my god you guys, I'm stunned. I can't believe it. I can't wait to show Mads." As if she heard her name, my phone chimed from my pocket. I took it out and there was a message from Madison. "I'm back, can't wait to see you. x." Followed quickly by a second message, "Happy birthday BTW x." I looked up from my phone and at my parents. "It's from Madison, she's back." "Go on, go see your girlfriend." I hugged them both tightly and hurried to put my trainers on, before jumping into my new car. I waved to my parents, who were still standing by the front door and reversed out of the drive and made my way to Madison's. I couldn't believe it - I've got a car, freedom! Needless to say, I got to her house in record time. As I parked outside, I pulled out my phone and quickly messaged Madison. "I'm outside, come see me x." I waited a moment, and watched as the front door opened and Madison appeared. I beeped the horn and she came running towards the car. She was wearing a low cut, knee length floral summer dress, that rippled in the breeze as she ran. She looked stunning. I quickly got out of the car to meet her, and she jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and gave me a massive kiss. I spun her around, before lowering her back to her feet. "I've missed you!" "I've missed you too, babe," I replied. "Don't tell me this is yours?" Madison asked, looking past me and at the car. "It most certainly is. What do you think?" I said proudly. "I love it! So, you going to take me for a ride or what?" I raised an eyebrow, and she knew exactly what I meant and playfully slapped me on the arm. "Come on then, get in." Madison hurried over to the opposite side of the car and got in the passenger seat. "Let's go," she said drumming on the dashboard. "Go where?" I asked. "Anywhere, just drive, babe." I put the car in to drive and drove off. I wasn't sure exactly where I was going, we were just cruising around and catching up. Madison played with the radio, finding us some good music to listen to, before telling me all about her holiday, what she got up to and how much she enjoyed seeing her relatives. It was so good to hear her talk and to be around her again. Her being away, was like a part of me was missing. "I'm so glad you're back." I said glancing across to her and smiling. I felt whole again. "A week was too long," she replied, affectionately stroking my thigh and leaving her hand there. "Why don't we take the scenic route, here take a left up here," she then suggested. The road slowly transitioned from a built-up urban area to a more country route. The rows of houses were soon replaced with rows of tall trees. I felt Madison's hand slowly move its way up my leg. My eyes darted between the road and her hand. "I think, if I remember correctly, we have some unfinished business to take care of," she said, her hand now resting over my crotch. "Oh, we do, don't we," I replied. "We do," she replied smiling. She glanced back at the seats behind us, the windows blacked out with privacy glass. "Why don't you pull over? Look, there's a little side road there, in between those trees." I indicated to turn, not sure why, considering there were no other cars to be seen. We continued down a small dirt road before eventually reaching an opening in a secluded spot and parked. The trees towered all around us, and with the engine off, you could hear all the birds chirping in the background. We both took a moment to admire the tranquility of our surroundings before turning to look at each other. Before we knew it, our heads had drifted towards each other, and we began to make out. Our hands scouring each other s bodies. Madison stopped kissing. "So, how about we christen this thing. Back seat?" I gave her a big smile and nodded. We both quickly got out of the car to fold our seats down, so we could get in the back. As I settled onto the back seat, Madison swiftly went for my trouser button, opening them with an intensity I had never seen before. She helped me pull my trousers and underwear as far as my knees, before grabbing my cock and fondling it, working it to get me hard. There wasn't that much room in the back, so I found myself wedged tightly in the corner. Madison, however, went low, her head now in my lap as she started to suck my cock. I held onto to the back of head, as her mouth slid from top to bottom. "Umm, Fuck, this feels so good." I murmured softly. This was so fucking hot, she was really going for it. Swapping between her mouth and her hands. She stopped abruptly. "Here, sit in the middle." She stood up as best she could, her head hitting the roof as she hunched over, before lifting up her dress and pulling her panties down. I helped her step out of them, then as soon as her legs were free, she straddled me sliding her knees as far apart as she could, lowering herself on to my cock. I couldn't see anything as her dress covered everything, but I could sure as fuck feel it. Her mound was moist as my head pushed apart her lips. She teased me for a moment, riding just the tip. Then lowering herself down further. I could feel I was completely inside of her now. She gasped with pleasure, reaching out on to the back seat head rests and grabbing them, allowing her to rock on my lap. "Umm, that feels so good, babe. I've missed your cock so much." I slipped my hands under her dress and grabbed on to her ass and let her ride me. The car started to gently rock as she started to ride me harder and the windows began to mist up, from all the heavy breathing. "God, you feel so good inside of me. Do you like it when I ride your thick cock." "I love it, your cunt feels so wet." I replied. This was all Madison now; she was running the show. I watched her face constantly change, one moment she'd close her eyes and bite her bottom lip, then her mouth would open as if she wanted to scream and then she'd open her eyes and look directly at me, giving me a look I knew meant she loved me. "Umm, I'm gonna cum," she whispered out between labored breaths. "Cum inside me, babe. I want your cum inside me." She let out a cry, a combination of my cock swelling, and her muscles constricting was enough for us to orgasm together. My cock pulsed inside of her, unloading my warm seed, she groaned with every pulse. Finally, she put her hands on each side of my face and kissed me, sucking on my tongue, before pulling away. "Happy Birthday, babe," she whispered. I sat there stunned. The sex, the dirty talk, was so fucking hot it blew me away. Madison climbed off me and put her panties back on, while I lifted my hips and backside to pull up my underwear and trousers. Madison sat beside me, and I put my arm around her. "Now that you have a car, we should go somewhere," she suggested, affectionately stroking my thigh and leaning into me. "Definitely, where do you want to go?" I asked. "Ooh, I just remembered. When I was away, I talked to one of my uncles, and he mentioned having a cabin or lodge that I could borrow anytime. It sounded really nice." "Okay, well, if you sort it out with him, we can go away for the weekend." "We can even ask Becky and her new boyfriend Ryan if they want to come. Unless you want it to be just the two of us?" "I don't mind." "You've not met Ryan yet, have you?" "No, not yet. What's he like?" "I've only met him a couple of times, but he seems okay. Becky is absolutely smitten with him. I think since our little group session and finding a boyfriend, she's in a really good place now." "Good, I'm glad she's happy." "Okay then, leave all the arrangements to me." "Sorted." We stayed a little longer before heading back to Madison's house. Over the next few days, Madison made a few phone calls and managed to arrange everything for this coming weekend. We were all going to meet at Madison's and from there, it would be a five or so hour drive to her uncle's cabin. Finally, Friday arrived, and I packed my bag with everything I thought I'd need for the trip. Madison and I also went shopping for supplies, to make sure we were set for things like food and toiletries and I made sure the car was topped up with a full tank. We arranged to meet at 4pm, and I pulled up outside Madison's house at 3:55pm. I got out of the car and went to knock on her door. Madison answered and greeted me with a kiss. "Hey babe, all set?" I greeted. "Yep, got my bag right here." She said pointing at a bag on the floor next to her. I picked up her bag and walked Madison to the car. "We're just waiting for Becky and Ryan," Madison said, looking down the road to see if she could spot any sign of them. I put her bag next to mine in the trunk and sat down. "Excited? This will be our first weekend away together." "I know, I can't wait. It's going to be so much fun." At that moment, a car pulled up. Two people got out, each carrying a bag, before the car beeped its horn and drove off again. "There they are!" Madison announced. "Hey you guys, all set for a fun weekend?" Madison said, greeting Becky and Ryan. "Hey girl, you know it," Becky replied enthusiastically. "Oh, before I forget. Ryan this Adam, Adam this is Ryan." "Hey Ryan." "Hey." Ryan was tall, with black hair that casually fell over his forehead. He was kind of skinny, but you could tell he was hiding some wiry strength. He had a strong jaw and dare I say, classically handsome. Becky had done well for herself it would seem. I reached out my hand to take the bags from them. Becky passed hers to me first and then Ryan and I stashed them in the back with the others. "Right, shall we make a move?" I announced. "Two secs, let me just say goodbye to my folks." Madison replied, quickly running back to the house and leaving Becky, Ryan and I to talk amongst ourselves. "So, looking forward to the trip?" I asked. "I can't wait., it's going to be a blast, I know it," Becky replied, grabbing Ryan's hand and making eyes at him. "Yeah, it'll be nice to unwind." Ryan added. Madison returned to the group. "Ha! with these two? I don't think there will be much time to unwind. When these two get together, craziness isn't far behind. Isn't it girls?" I said putting my arm around Madison. The girls laughed, agreeing with me. "You know us too well Ad!" Becky replied. "Okay then, shall we make a move." I asked the group. I opened the car door and folded the seat down. Becky got in first, followed by Ryan. I returned the chair upright for Madison. "Malady," I said, signaling to Madison her seat. "Why thank you, kind sir," she replied, smiling. I closed her door, and jogged to the other side of the car and got in. As I turned the ignition on, the girls screamed out with excitement. "Road trip! Woo!" I put the address into my phone for directions, while Madison loaded up the music for the trip. We took off and began our journey to the cabin. The music was playing, the conversation was flowing and the jokes kept flying. The atmosphere in the car was bouncing and the group really started to gel. We were about three hours into the trip, making our way down a country road, when I was convinced I could hear something. "Mads, turn down the music for a sec." Madison turned the volume knob to the left, to lower the volume. I could hear the noise more clearly now. "Damn, I think we've got a flat tire, people." I pulled over and got out of the car to inspect the tires. True enough the rear driver side tire was flat. I popped my head back in the car. "Yep, we've got a flat out here. Everybody out." I lowered the back seat for Becky and Ryan to get out, while Madison got out from the passenger side. We all gathered around the deflated tire. "You know how to change a tire, right?" Madison asked. "Of course, my dad showed me." I replied. "Do you need a hand?" Ryan offered. "Nah, I've got this." "You sure? They're pretty big tires." "Yeah, I'll be fine." "Well, if you're sure. Beck's and I will stretch our legs then. Come on Beck's." Ryan said, putting his arm around Becky. "Don't go too far, this should only take ten minutes." I called out to them as they started to walk away. I went about changing the tire, whilst chatting with Madison to pass the time. Ten minutes had passed and I was just tightening up the nuts on the replaced tire with the tire iron, when Becky and Ryan came back. As I was kneeling on the ground, I couldn't help but notice how dirty Becky's knees were. "What happened to your knees, Becky? Did you fall over or something?" I asked innocently. She looked down and started to dust off her knees. "Yeah, straight onto Ryan's cock I bet." Madison quickly interjected, then laughing, simulating a blow job. "Mads!" Becky cried out in embarrassment and turning red. Judging by Becky's reaction, that's exactly what happened, that and the fact that Ryan's zipper was still down. "Dude, you're flying low." "Huh? Oh shit. Thanks man." Ryan replied, quickly realizing what I was saying and pulling his zipper up. It was his turn to go red this time. "Busted!" I said smiling. "♫ Looks like somebody had a quick blowie in the woods. ♫" Madison sung out in a childish manner. We all burst out laughing, with Becky and Ryan seeing the funny side of it. I had just finished tightening the last nut and was done. "There, all sorted." I said, dusting my hands down. I fixed the flat tire to the rear door and packed away the tools. "Okay, let's go." I opened the door again for Becky and Ryan to climb into the back and Madison got in from her side. After pulling my seat upright again, I got in, and we resumed our journey. It soon became dark, and the once noisy cabin had fallen silent. I glanced over to the passenger seat to see Madison had dozed off, her head resting against the window. My eyes then switched to the rearview mirror to see if Becky and Ryan were still awake; they were, and very much leaning into one another. A streetlight illuminated the car long enough for me to see Ryan kiss Becky's neck, he saw me looking in the mirror and I quickly looked away, fixating on the road again. I was starting to get tired now, but I knew we'd be there soon. The satellite navigator on my phone told me to take the next right and I indicated, turning right as per the direction. The smooth tarmac was soon replaced with an old dirt road and the orange hue of the street lights soon faded away behind us. The unevenness of the road was enough to jostle Madison awake. "Are we nearly there yet?" She asked, rubbing her eyes. Looking down at my phone, I could see us rapidly approaching the checkered flag, indicating our arrival at our destination. It was pitch black now, I had to put the high beams on just to see anything. A clearing came into view ahead and then the cabin revealed itself. "Is that it?" I asked. "I guess so," Madison replied. I parked the car in front, where there was a little sign. I red it out loud. "Whispering Pines." "Yep, this is the place." Madison announced. I grabbed the catch for the door and pulled. The door popped open and I stepped out of the car and stretched my legs and arms. The cool night air was a refreshing slap to the face to wake me up and I felt my earlier tiredness fall away. I turned around to fold the seat down for Becky and Ryan, so they could get out. Madison joined me and held my arm as we blindly walked onto the wooden porch. She turned on her phone's torch, to find the key box by the door. I watched as she typed in a four digit code. There was a little click and the box opened. Madison grabbed the key and used it to open the cabin door. My hand fumbled at the wall to the side of the door in order to find the light switch. Finding it, I flicked it and the whole room lit up. The light revealed a large, rustic yet cozy space. The wooden walls were adorned with framed pictures and a large stone fireplace as the focal point of the room. Two well worn-in sofas with plaid cushions hugged the fireplace, with an oak coffee table between them, with a scattering of old magazines. A large wooden dining table sat at the back, adorned with old candle sticks, leading towards an open plan kitchen area. "This looks amazing," Becky said poking her head in between me and Madison. "I know, look at that fireplace," Madison added. "I'll go grab the bags." I said, leaving them to look around. "I'll give you a hand," Ryan added. We left the girls in the cabin and went back to the car. I opened the back of the car and passed two bags to Ryan. "It's so quiet out here." He remarked. "I know, it's quite eerie right." "Yeah, just a bit." There was an awkward silence between us, which compelled me to think of something to say. "So, you and Becky seem to be pretty tight." "Yeah, things are going pretty well at the moment between us." "That's good," I replied, grabbing the remaining bags. I swung my hips to close the door and we walked back into the cabin. "Hey boy's, check out these bedrooms." Madison said, leading the way. She turned to enter one of rooms and we followed her in. Inside was a huge bed, it must have been king-sized at least, with a huge wooden headboard with intricate carvings in it, and a footboard at the end of the bed. It was covered with a thick navy blue blanket and white pillows. "God damn, that's a big bed. You could fit all of us into that one." I said jokingly. "We called dibs on this one," Becky replied, sitting on the edge of the bed, before falling backwards and star fishing. "And we have this one," Madison replied, turning on her heel and leaving the room. I followed her out and she opened the door opposite to reveal our bedroom. It was a little smaller than the previous one, but equally as nice. I dropped our bags at the foot of the bed. "Come on, let s go relax on the sofa." Madison said holding out her hand. I grabbed her hand and she led me out to the living area. I collapsed onto the sofa, while Madison ventured into the kitchen. After a few moments she reappeared holding four bottles of beer. "Look what I found in the fridge," she said excitedly. Becky and Ryan joined us and we all sat on the sofa drinking and chatting, it was all nice and relaxing, when I felt that wave of tiredness kick in. "I think I'm going to call it night," I announced yawning. "I'll come with you, babe," Madison added. I stood up and said good night to Becky and Ryan, who seemed quite comfortable on the sofa. "Good night," they chorused back. "And thanks again for driving us up here." Ryan added. Madison and I went back to our bedroom and got undressed for bed. Madison took her bra and panties off and unpacked an oversized t-shirt from her bag, while I stripped down to my boxer briefs. We crawled into bed and spooned for a bit, before eventually drifting off. I found myself awake a few hours later needing to go to the toilet. A consequence of drinking the beer no doubt, and quietly got out of bed as not to disturb Madison. As I left our room, I could see Becky and Ryan's light was still on, as their door was slightly a jar. I thought nothing of it and went to the toilet. On the way back, I could hear a noise, almost like a repetitive creaking. I followed the noise back to the hall with the bedrooms, and found myself outside of Becky's and Ryan's. The rest of the cabin was pitch black, with the exception of a slither of light that cut through the darkness outside of their room. I couldn't help but look into their bedroom; only to see a naked Becky sitting upright on her knees at the foot of the bed, holding onto the footboard, with Ryan behind her, fucking her senseless. Her back was arched, and Ryan had a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. I knew it was wrong of me to be looking, but I couldn't look away. I continued to watch them from the shadows. Becky's pert breasts were bouncing up and down from the force of Ryan's thrusting and I could see in her face, she was doing everything she could to keep quiet. Ryan began to slow down and let go of her hair, before reaching around and grabbing one of Becky's breasts with one hand, trapping her nipple between two of his fingers. His other hand went straight between her legs. I watched him work her clit, all the while still fucking her. This guy had skills I thought to myself. My cock had gone rock hard from watching them go at it, to the point where my underwear waistband at the front lifted from my body. It was like I was watching a porn movie in real life. They stopped to change positions, with Ryan now lying on his back, with Becky riding him. I couldn't see as much this time as Becky's back was to me. She ran her fingers through her hair and bucked her hips quickly, before eventually succumbing and slumping down on top of him. They were done and after a few moments, she climbed off him and that's when I decided to end my little peep show. I quietly crept back to my bedroom and climbed back into bed and spooned Madison again. She stirred slightly from the my movement, before whispering. "Did you bring me back a present?" She asked somewhat sleepily. "Huh?" I whispered back. She turned around to face me, and that's when I felt her hand slip into my underwear. "Oh!" I said, just realizing what she was referring to. She kissed me on the lips, smiled, then disappeared under the covers. I could feel my underwear being pulled down and the warm, wet embrace of her mouth as Madison started to give me oral. I pulled back the covers to give her some air, and because I wanted to watch. She looked so sexy as she ran her tongue along my cock, before holding the base with her soft hands and sucking on the tip, her tongue doing laps around my swollen head. She began to deep throat me now, her lips slipping from top to bottom, the feeling of my head hitting the back of her throat was intense. After just a few minutes of this, I knew what I wanted to do next. I gestured for her to stop and then to sit up facing the door. Without speaking, I pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. Sitting on my knees directly behind her now, I guided her arms on to the footboard for support and slipped my hand between her legs and slid my finger between her mound. I wrapped my free arm around her and began delicately fondling her left breast, while my right hand worked her clit. It didn't take long for Madison to become nice and wet, and when she was, I pushed my cock inside her. I began gently rocking into her, and she moaned softly. In a carefully orchestrated move and to replicate what I had just witnessed moments ago, I kissed the side of her neck, fondled her breast and rubbed her clit, all the while penetrating her from behind. She let out an audible gasp as I worked all four areas simultaneously. It didn't take long for Madison to climax, in fact, it was probably the quickest I had ever made her cum. I wrapped both arms around her and held her tightly against my chest as her orgasm took her. She turned her head just enough to kiss my cheek. I let go of her and she crawled back into the middle of the bed. I wasn't quite done yet and tried to get between Madison's legs missionary style, but she stopped me. "Sorry babe, I think I'm a bit over stimulated for you to finish there. Here, climb on top of me and I'll finish you off on my tits." I followed Madison's instruction and straddled her upper body, where she grabbed a hold of my cock and proceeded to rapidly jerk me off. I leaned forward slightly and grabbed onto the headboard, while Madison's right hand furiously pumped away. I looked down at her as she looked up at me, she watched as my expression change from a look of intense concentration to my penultimate orgasm face. I let out a continuous groan as I started to cum. Madison directed the shots at her breasts, continuing to quickly pump away until I couldn't take it anymore. I placed my hand on top of hers to stop. There were thick ropes of cum clinging to her chest. I exhaled, resting my hands on my thighs, as the last drop of cum oozed out of me and dripped on to Madison. I took a moment to recover from my intense orgasm, before climbing off Madison. She tried to look down at the sticky mess I'd left on her. "Wow, that was quite the load you unleashed there, fella." I looked for something to wipe her down, but there was nothing readily available. "I can get you some tissue paper from the bathroom, if you want?" "Nah, it's okay. I'll go, I need to use the bathroom any way," she replied. Madison got up from the bed and held her chest as to not let anything drip off her. "I'll be back now," she whispered, as she opened the bedroom door and quick stepped to the bathroom in the nude. I slipped back under the covers and waited for Madison to return. After five or so minutes, she returned. "Sorry, just bumped into Becky on the way, looks like we all got lucky tonight," she joked. She jumped into the bed and we cuddled, before eventually falling asleep again. The following morning, the sun rose and cast a ray of light through the window and over our faces. It was enough to wake me up. I stared up at the ceiling fan and carefully rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I turned to look at Madison, who was still fast asleep. She looked so peaceful sleeping, and the light cast upon her face made her look angelic. I found myself smiling, I still couldn't believe how lucky I was to be with her. Without any doubt in mind, she was my soul mate. Not wanting to wake her up, I carefully slid out of bed and tiptoed out of the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind me. I walked past Becky and Ryan's room, pausing momentarily to see if I could hear any activity. The explicit images of Becky and Ryan raced through my mind. It was almost as if I wanted to catch them at it again. I tried to shake the thought off and headed to the kitchen, thinking a nice cup of coffee is what's required here. I put the coffee in the machine and patiently waited for it to brew. When the coffee was ready I poured myself a cup and sat at the kitchen table in just my boxer shorts. I had just taken my first sip, when Ryan walked in, scratching the back of his head. He was also in just his boxer shorts. "There's one in the pot, if you want it." "Cheers man," he replied, walking over to the coffee machine and pouring himself a cup. He sat down at the opposite end of the table. "Good night sleep?" I asked, making polite conversation. "Yeah, although there wasn't much sleeping if you know what I mean." He said, wiping at his eyes, then taking a sip from his cup and continuing. "Sorry man, you probably don't want to hear about that at the breakfast table do you." I grinned at him, thinking you don't need to tell me, I watched the whole thing. "You're good mate, I know these two have a 'voracious' appetite in that department." I replied. "You're telling me, Becky is a right demon in the sack." The image of Becky riding Ryan like a jockey crept into my head. To be continued in part 5, By Secretauthor2021 for Literotica.

Există oameni care nu se grăbesc să vorbească despre succes, ci despre felul în care oamenii cresc împreună. Adrian Florea e unul dintre ei. A început în vânzări, într-o perioadă în care piața românească abia descoperea conceptul de training și consultanță. În 2000, a fondat Trend Consult, una dintre primele companii de la noi care au adus ideea de învățare experiențială — un mod de a învăța prin practică, prin emoție, prin descoperire directă. De peste două decenii, Adrian lucrează cu echipe de conducere și lideri din organizații care vor să-și regândească modul în care colaborează și conduc.În conversația de azi, vorbim despre cum se schimbă o echipă atunci când liderii aleg să privească oamenii ca parteneri, nu ca resurse. Despre diferența dintre a avea rezultate și a construi ceva care durează. Și despre cum poți duce o idee de la o simplă observație personală la o carte care inspiră oameni să gândească diferit despre propriile organizații.00:00 Intro02:35 Introducere și cine este Adrian Florea4:54 Momentul care i-a pornit cariera profesională6:41 Cum a apărut ideea de a aduce trainingul experiențial în România10:52 Ce înseamnă învățarea experiențială și de ce funcționează12:36 Oameni, nu resurse: o perspectivă diferită asupra leadershipului14:46 Agresivitatea ca mască a fricii în organizații16:57 Cum se formează cultura organizațională24:11 Modelul STELLAR: cum pot liderii influența obiceiurile echipei32:03 De ce liderul e mereu centrul oricărei schimbări reale41:55 Cultura ca proces continuu de adaptare

Blizzard Revelations. Two best friends, stranded in a car, find fun ways to keep warm. Based on a post by LindseyLuv. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time. "Hey, Lindsey; you all set?" A tall, shaggy-haired fella came up from the basement guest bedroom, then strode the hallway, and called up the staircase to her 2nd story bedroom, from near the front door. Lindsey felt her stomach flutter once again. Jackson was actually back from college. In his hand, he carried a suitcase of his own, and a laptop bag slung over his shoulder. He smiled at her as she came down the big oak stairs, and she nodded. "Yep, Jack; just gotta grab my rucksack and lock up, and we're good to go!" She couldn't remember when the two of them had first met. Their parents had been close friends for years, before they'd even been born. So far as she cared, she'd known Jackson forever. They'd grown up together, referred to each other as cousins. The pair had been almost inseparable, all the way up to Jackson leaving for college. Worst yet, his parents had to move; when the corporation shut down the local factory, and his dad had to move in order to fill another management position, or face unemployment at age 51. Lindsey’s anxieties were mounting, until yesterday, when his flight arrived. She'd been absolutely heartbroken last August. to see him go. But he kept his promise, that he'd visit as soon as he came back for the holidays. Which sadly coincided with her own family’s reunion. Her parents insisted that she come with them, but she negotiated a compromise. Jackson would use her car to drive her, on his way to his own relative’s gathering. It just so happened the day he flew back was the day before her Great Aunt's get-together, so while her parents left yesterday morning, she hung around to pick him up at the airport. The plan was for him to stay over that night, then drive the two of them, to drop her at the reunion, seeing as it wasn't too far from his cousins' place. That way, he could drive to his kin, and see them too. Then two days later he’d pick Lindsey up from the reunion, and drive her back a few days later, if she didn't want to stay the whole week, like her folks. She'd nearly tackled him near the baggage claim, when she saw him run down the airport concourse. The pair had spent the evening laughing, eating, and reminiscing. Jackson had plenty of stories to tell her about his first semester at college, and Lindsey eagerly hung on his every word. When he’d finally gone down to the basement guest bedroom, it was well past midnight. She’d already fallen asleep while the two were watching an old favorite DVD title. He’s woke her up and directed her to go up and get some sleep. By the time they were up and about, the next day; they realized there was no way they were going to make it on time. It was getting on for noon when the snow started to fall; lightly covering the driveway as Lindsey dragged her suitcase out to Jackson's car. She knew they were only going away for a week, but she wanted to be prepared, especially with the weather as it was, so she'd filled her bags with as many jumpers, woolly hats, and thick comfy socks as she could. A decision she was starting to regret as she struggled to heave the bulging suitcase into the trunk of her little car. Finally cramming it into the space, she stepped back, taking a moment to breathe. All around her, the snow fell lazily through the air, getting heavier by the minute, and she wondered if it would ease off much, before the two of them left for her great aunt's. 'Oh well, at least it'll be a white Christmas...' she thought to herself, before turning back towards the open door of her house. She loved almost everything about Christmas, but the annual family reunion certainly wasn't on the list. She could count on one hand, how many of her relatives she actually liked, and even then she had plenty of fingers spare. In fact, the only person she really cared about visiting, had just been her house guest. But that visit was nearly over. Only the car ride remained. “Start the car, Jack." "Cool-cool, but hurry up, I don't like the look of this snow. We might end up stranded in a blizzard, if we're not careful; and you'll miss your fam." Jackson shot her a wink. "And I know how much you'd hate that." Giggling at his sarcasm, Linsey ran back into her house. She'd left her rucksack just inside the door, and she quickly grabbed it before locking up and running back down to the car. The snowfall had gotten pretty heavy by now, and she saw Jackson chuck his stuff onto the back seat before getting into the driver's side door, and revving the engine. Burying her face in her scarf to keep warm, Lindsey threw her rucksack in the back as well, before climbing into the passenger side seat next to him. Clicking her seatbelt into place, she turned and gave him a nod, and off the two went. Relaxing back into her seat, Lindsey watched the snowflakes fall as Jackson gently took the car out of the driveway and onto the almost pure white road. Rubbing her hands together in the frigid air, she reached out and cracked up the thermostat a little, before settling back again. It wasn't a particularly long drive, only a few hours, but she could already tell it was going to be a chilly one. The snow wasn't too much of a problem while they drove through the city, salt trucks leaving the roads mostly clear. As they got out into the countryside, Jackson started to take it slower, carefully navigating the narrow lanes as the snow continued to fall. Once or twice they saw the skid marks of cars that hadn't been quite as cautious, and at one point a tow truck passed them, pulling the unfortunate survivor of a nasty off-road skid. The first hour passed quickly. The thermostat did its job, and the car quickly armed up enough for Lindsey to drop her scarf and gloves. The two friends chattered away happily as the miles passed, and the music from the radio helped fill any lulls. However, as the sun began to set, the snowfall only got heavier and heavier. Lindsey could feel herself getting increasingly nervous, finding it harder and harder to see the passing countryside, and could only imagine how hard it must be for Jackson at the wheel. "Damn it;" the young man muttered under his breath, craning forward to peer out between the falling snowflakes. Lindsey could feel the stress radiating off of him, and did her best to stay calm. The last thing she wanted to do is panic him any more than he already was. Pretty soon though, they both realized they were going to have to stop. The snow was falling so heavily now that neither of them could see the road, let alone anything else. Lindsey felt her stomach drop as Jackson shook his head, pulling the car up onto the verge at the side of the road. "Sorry Linds, I can't keep going in this. If we're lucky it'll blow over soon, and we can get going again, but for the meantime, it's just not safe;" Lindsey looked up at him and saw the look of concern on his face. "You might wanna call your folks." Lindsey gave him a worries nod. She could feel her stomach tying itself up in knots as she pulled out her cell phone. They were a long way from anywhere, out there, and if they got stuck overnight it was going to get very, very cold. Dialing her parents, she anxiously waited for them to pick up. "Hey, Dad, it's me. Um, yeah, me and Jackson are on our way, but the snow is; it's coming down pretty hard, so we're just going to pull over for a bit. No need to worry about us, it's all good. We're just going to be a bit later than we thought, that's all. I'll call you when we start moving again. Yep, yep, we'll be safe, don't worry. I love you too. See you soon" The young woman hung up, hoping she didn't sound too scared on the phone. "Ok, what do we do now?" Jackson frowned as he looked down at the fuel indicator. It was getting a little low. "Well, I think we should turn the car off for now, so we don't waste gas until we can start moving again. I don't wanna think about what'd happen if we; you know. Other than that, we just gotta wait it out I guess." Shutting off the engine, Jackson settled back into his seat as snow began to pile onto the windshield. Immediately, the car began to get colder, and Lindsey shivered as she bundled herself up in her coat. Outside, she could hear the wind howling, and she looked over to her friend, hoping for comfort, but only saw herself faced with a worried expression. "It'll be fine, don't worry. We just; gotta wait. For a bit" His voice sounded shaky as he tried to reassure her. Surprisingly, it worked pretty well. For the next few hours, the two sat and talked to try and keep their minds off the weather. Occasionally, Jackson would flick on the wipers to clear the snow on the windscreen so they could check the state of the weather, but it never improved. If anything, it was still getting worse. An hour passed, then two, and it started to dawn on the pair that things probably weren't going to improve that evening. "Maybe; maybe we should settle in for the night;" Lindsey's voice trembled as she spoke, partly from the cold and partly out of fear. "I'm gonna call my dad again;" Jackson nodded, his hands inside his sleeves as she fished her phone out again. "Uh, hey Dad? It's me again. The, um, the snow's not easing off, so we're going too; yeah, yeah I know; We're going to stay here for the night, ok? And we'll drive the rest of the way tomorrow? Ok? Don't worry, we've got loads of clothes and blankets and things, we'll be fine. Yeah, yeah we'll be careful. I know. I love you too. Bye." Lindsey hung up and turned to her friend. "He's not happy, but he knows there's nothing we can do." She let out a long sigh, looking at the floor. "Sorry." "Hey, it's ok, don't; don't worry, you don't need to apologize." Looking back up through the tears, she saw Jackson smiling at her, and felt his hand on her shoulder. Despite the freezing weather, Lindsey felt a little shimmer of warmth move through her at his touch. "You can't help the weather, can you? And it's cool, at least I'm not stuck out here alone." Lindsey chuckled as she fought back her tears. She wiped her eyes and looked back over her shoulder at the back seat. "What are we going to do about sleeping?" Despite their heavy clothes, she could feel herself starting to shiver. Jackson looked thoughtful for a second, before replying. "I guess we'll have to share the back seat; It'll be cramped, but we don't have much choice. The seats up here don't really recline at all." Lindsey nodded her head. It wouldn't be the first time the two of them had slept so close together, but she had to admit, this was a bit different. After all, they'd been kids last time. Ah well, better to be warm than worry about nothing, she thought to herself. "Do we have blankets or anything?" Again, Jackson looked thoughtful. "We could get our clothes out of the trunk? We can pile them on top of us to keep warm." He gave her a nervous smile. "Not quite blankets, but I'm sure they'll do the job." Lindsey felt a little knot in her stomach but ignored it. She had to admit, it was a good idea, but something about Jackson seeing all her clothes spread out made her feel nervous. It took her a moment to realize why, but by the time she had he'd already disappeared out of the car, hurrying towards the trunk to retrieve their suitcases. Ignoring it, she climbed into the back seat, settling across them as she heard Jackson rifling through their belongings in the freezing wind. As soon as she found herself in the back of the car, the young woman realized a slight problem with the plan. The seats weren't very wide, and unless they wanted to sleep upright or in the foot well, the two friends would have to sleep pretty much on top of each other. She swallowed hard. This situation just kept getting weirder and weirder. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, the door to her left flew open, and a deluge of clothing poured across her. Caught off guard, the young woman yelped in surprise, eliciting a quick apology from her friend, stood in the doorway holding an empty suitcase. "Sorry, sorry, should've warned you!" Lindsey's yelp of surprise quickly turned to giggles of laughter. "Don't worry, just hurry up and get back inside before you freeze to death!" With a smile, Jackson nodded, throwing the suitcase back into the trunk before reaching down and grabbing a second. Hers. Lindsey felt the butterflies in her stomach again as he quickly unzipped it and emptied the contents over her again. She watched as her neatly folded laundry cascaded out of the bag, t-shirts and spare jeans tumbling into the foot well, along with, much to her dismay, all her underwear. Jackson didn't seem to notice, shaking the snow from his boots and quickly jumping in next to her. As he closed the door, shivering, she quickly grabbed a large fleece and threw it towards him. "Here, warm up a bit". Her friend smiled in appreciation, pulling the woolen jumper over himself. Lindsey looked around at the clothing carnage. She bit her lip. There was no way he wasn't going to see it all; pairs of silk panties and lace bras dotted the backseat, making her lingerie impossible to miss. Turning to her friend, she could feel her cheeks burning pink. "Uh, Jackson, do me a favor, could you just; ignore; the underwear?" Turning to look back at her, the young man looked confused, before his eyes scanned the seats and his own cheeks started to turn red. "Oh, uh; sorry, I; I didn't;" Lindsey couldn't help but chuckle. The flustered look on his face was adorable, and in that moment she couldn't think of anything but a lost puppy. She squeezed his arm under the layer of loose clothes. "Don't worry, you couldn't help it. It's my fault for packing everything into one suitcase!" The pair laughed nervously, before settling into silence. A few moments passed before Jackson piped up again. "So, uh, how're we; Ya know. Doing this?" The pair looked at the space between them. They both knew they couldn't fit next to each other, but neither person wanted to be the first to say it. Finally, Lindsey bit the bullet. "Do you wanna be on top or underneath?" She saw Jackson swallow heavily. "Uh, I'll go underneath, I guess? Don't want to crush you, after all." The young man chuckled, trying to defuse the awkwardness of the situation in the way he always did. Lindsey chuckled too. She had to admit, she hoped that would be the arrangement. After all, she was a lot smaller than he was. Shuffling towards the door to let him get comfortable, she replied: "After you then!" Taking off his boots, Jackson slid down onto the seats, piling the loose clothes up and over himself. Lindsey watched intently, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Why was she so nervous? It wasn't like they were doing anything weird. Well, weirder than being stuck in the snow. It was Jackson, she'd known him forever! Shaking her head, she gave him a smile, before settling down too. Instinctively, his hands came up to meet her, guiding her down on top of him. Immediately, she felt the warmth of his body through their clothes, and she found herself nestling into her friend as they awkwardly tried to avoid eye contact. The young woman could hear her heartbeat in her ears, the red flush of embarrassment getting stronger by the second. Reaching around them, the two started pulling the clothes across themselves, tucking them into the gaps on either side to insulate them from the cold. Carefully, Lindsey did her best to push aside anything she'd rather he didn't see into the foot well, some of the more risqué items catching Jackson's eye before he pointedly looked away, cheeks red. Pretty soon, the two were almost completely covered, only their faces poking out of the mountain of fabric. Doing their best to ignore the awkwardness of the situation, the two settled down. Lying on her front, Lindsey could feel her chest pressed close to Jackson, her tits squished close to his beating heart, and no matter where she looked, their faces were so close she always felt like she was staring directly at him. Eventually, she piped up. "Should I, uh, should I roll over, onto my back? Or, is this ok? What's; what works for you?" She tried not to think too hard about his answer. "I'm happy like this, if you are. Or not. Whatever" Her cheeks felt like they could burst into flames at any moment. "I, uh,; I think this is fine" From underneath her, Jackson's voice rose, shaky with nerves, and she wondered if he was feeling just as out of sorts as she was. With a nod, she turned away, resting her head on his chest. Despite settling in to sleep, the young woman's mind was racing. What were they doing? This was crazy, what if someone saw them together? Bundled up like this, at the side of the road, under the clothes? What would they think? She swallowed. She knew exactly what they'd think. And with a start she realized that excited her. A long, awkward silence hung in the air. Lindsey did her best to ignore her racing thoughts and settle down to sleep. Despite the mountain of clothes, she found herself still shivering, and nuzzled deeper into Jackson for warmth. After a while, she glanced up to see snow covering the windows, cutting the pair of them off from the rest of the world. It was just her now. Her and Jackson. She felt a tingle ran down her spine. Well at least we don't have to worry about anyone looking in and getting the wrong idea, she thought to herself. Settling in, her mind started to wander. Trying not to think about Jackson, she found herself pondering the situation they found themselves in. What would happen if the sow hadn't cleared by the next morning? Would they need to call for help? What if it got even colder? A sudden memory passed through her head, of an old TV documentary about arctic explorers. She remembered that often, when trapped in cold climates, people would strip off and share body heat to keep themselves warm. Immediately, she felt her blush returning. Behind her, she felt Jackson's hands move lower down her back, to just above her ass, and she froze. A voice in the darkness, breathless, whispered. Uh, is this ok? My, uh, my arms were getting a little cramped;" Lindsey felt her breath catch in her throat. "Y-yeah, it's fine, don't worry." Instinctively, she shuffled her weight a bit, making it more comfortable for both of them. The two lay in silence for a bit longer, before Lindsey felt her own arms beginning to cramp, her hands on the seat taking most of her weight to keep it off Jackson. Readjusting, she let her body fall, and found her hands around his shoulders, holding him close. "Is that ok too?" She felt him nod underneath her and felt a sigh of relief escaped her lips. His soft voice filled the quiet again. "Sure. Don't worry about squishing me, you're; you're pretty light, you know;" The two chuckled and fell into silence again. Lindsey felt conflicted. She couldn't help but notice how firm his shoulders were, how warm and strong his arms around her felt. Soon, she found her mind wandering again, and quickly diverted her attention elsewhere. No, this was Jackson she was thinking about! She could never; could she? From under her, she felt Jackson shift, awkwardly, nervously, before speaking again. "Uh, hey Lindsey, are you; are you still cold?" Lindsey felt her heart beating like mad in her chest. "Y-yeah, a little. Actually." She thought about the arctic explorers again and bit her tongue. No, how could she even be thinking about that? But, if it kept them warmer; She didn't know what to do. On the one hand, she desperately wanted the warmth, on the other; "You know, um, one of the, I heard on tv once that, when people get stuck in the arctic they, uh; well;" Lindsey trailed off. Holy shit, what am I saying? Under her, she felt her best friend brace himself, unsure where she was going with this, and she bit her tongue again. Can't go back now... "Body heat gets kinda; you know; trapped by the, uh; by clothes; So they, uh; yeah" She couldn't bring herself to say it, the words kept getting caught in her mouth. A long pause sat frozen in the air. "So; should we?" "Y-yeah. Yeah, I; I heard the same thing. So; yeah. I think we should. You know; get, uh;" Jackson's voice trailed off, before returning with his trademark humor, although she could tell from his voice how painfully nervous he was. Just like her. "Besides, it's already pretty awkward, right? What's the harm? It's not like we've never seen each other naked before;" Even so, that was a long time ago, and they'd both changed a lot since then. Still, Lindsey couldn't deny the truth in Jackson words. With a breathless nod, she sat up, and the two friends began to undress. The young woman tried not to look as Jackson first stripped off his t-shirt, followed by his shorts. He paused, hands on the waistband of his boxers, and turned to her, still averting his gaze. "Uh, should we; I mean, we could keep our underwear on; But... "Yeah;" Lindsey's own breathless voice joined his. "I; I'm sure it; uh, it'll work better if there's nothing blocking the body heat; right?" "Yeah, yeah, I think so too;" As Jackson reached down and pulled off his underwear, Lindsey averted her eyes again. She couldn't deny that part of her wanted to see him, stripped naked before her, but she did her best to ignore it. "Just; promise not to look, ok?" Jackson nodded. Staring pointedly at the roof of the car, Lindsey swallowed nervously before unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall into the foot well as she fiddled with the zipper of her jeans. Down to her underwear, she could feel the bitter cold attacking her bare skin, and the desire to get back under cover overpowered her nerves. Fiddling behind her back with numbing fingers, she struggled to unhook her bra, and when she finally did she let out a yelp of surprise as the fabric slipped from her hand, sending the item straight down onto Jackson's face. A frozen moment hung in the air, before the pair started laughing. Settling back down, Lindsey, reached down and slipped off her panties, the momentum of the moment carrying her forward before she could second guess herself. Hurriedly dragging the mountain of fabric back over themselves, the pair did their best to ignore the feeling of the other person's naked body, pressed so close to their own. But soon they were snuggled down again, and Lindsey couldn't deny the way her bare tits felt pressed against Jackson's chest, her nipples stiffened by the cold and unmistakable against his skin. If she'd felt strange before, it was nothing to how she felt now. In the dark, she could feel her cheeks burning bright red, and she desperately hoped Jackson couldn't see. Between them, her heartbeat pounded in her chest, mixing with Jackson's as the two childhood friends held onto each other, already feeling warmer. She could barely breathe as she slid her arms back over his shoulders, feeling his hands take hold on her waist once again. Even though they'd held each other this way only moments before, without their clothes it felt so much more intimate, and Lindsey, could feel the butterflies in her stomach reaching a fever pitch. Between my legs, she felt a tingling in her loins, and she bit her lip hard in an attempt to calm herself down. Truth be told, she'd never seen a man naked before; she'd never had a boyfriend stick around long enough to get that far. Underneath her, pressed against her thigh, she could feel something hard, and it took her a moment to realize what it was. Concealing a gasp, the young woman. Is that; it can't be? But then, what else could it be? Lindsey realized it could be only one thing; Jackson's penis! Underneath her, she felt her best friend shuffle uncomfortably, and his half-erect cock pressed against her thigh, only inches from her virgin pussy. Lindsey felt a thrill of excitement ripple through her, but she repressed it. She didn't know what to think. Did he; Like her? How long had he felt that way? Was he; thinking about her now? She knew that last part had to be true. After all, she was thinking about him, and it had to be hard to think of anything else with a naked girl pressed on top of you. She couldn't believe this was happening, could never have believed it would happen. Part of her leapt for joy, but the rest of her was just as confused as ever. Should she say something? Try to take it further? Settling her head down onto his chest, she whispered out to him in the dark. "We should; we should sleep." "Yeah; Sleep;" Underneath her, she felt his cock twitch, still pressed against her soft thigh. Despite her words, she knew she couldn't sleep like this. A minute passed. Then another. Soon, an hour had gone by, and Lindsey was still awake, staring silently at the back of the chairs in front. The two lay together, perfectly still, until a voice broke the silence. "Lindsey; Are you still awake?" The young woman froe. She didn't know whether to speak up, or stay silent. Underneath her, she could still feel his hard cock, throbbing against her leg, and how hot it was making her feel. Between her thighs, she could feel how damp her pussy had gotten, and she squeezed them tightly together in an attempt to relieve the pressure. It didn't work. A long moment passed, and she didn't hear anything else from him. She wondered if she should've spoken up, should've said something, should've confessed how she felt, and she was seconds away from opening her mouth when a sudden movement made her pause. Behind her, she felt the grip on her back tighten, and the hips underneath her shift, just enough for the hard shaft pressed against her leg to slip between her thighs. She felt like her heart was about to burst out of her mouth. The thick rod felt even hotter squeezed between her legs, the head ever so slightly damp against her skin. It felt; nice. Really nice. Then she felt him start to move. Lindsey had to bite her lip to stop herself moaning as between her legs, Jackson began to thrust, sliding his cock against her, as the pressure of her legs kept him upright and rock solid. Her heart stopped in her chest as she felt him moving. Oh my god. Oh my god, he's really doing it! Her brain went into overdrive, trying to make sense of what was happening as she felt his cock thrusting slowly, softly, between her thighs. She knew she had to say something, but she had no idea what, especially not now. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop. So, in a mixture of fear and excitement, she lay still, and silent. Her pussy was absolutely soaked. Her pelvis felt hot, incredibly hot, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself moaning in pleasure, the simple act of his thrusts sending her body into a state of near-ecstasy. God, she wanted him. Wanted to feel him inside her, taking her, taking her virginity and making her a woman. Words couldn't describe how badly she wanted Jackson to toss her onto her back, clamp her mouth shut, and pound himself into her till she came. She lay still for what felt like an eternity, just waiting for him to take it further, to force himself into her, before the pressure became too great, and she began moving her hips back in time with his. Slowly, gently, she raised them up as he pulled back, and let them fall down as he pushed up. Not by much, no more than an inch, but it was enough to make her pussy gush with anticipation. Underneath her, Jackson let out a groan and started to buck his hips faster. He must think I'm asleep, she thought to herself. Should I? Maybe I should tell him; But despite her thoughts, Lindsey did nothing. She felt his hands move down her body, across the small of her back to her ass, giving it a soft squeeze as he continued to fuck her thighs. His thrusts started to get longer, driving further up and down, and soon she felt his shaft pressed against her nether lips. The feeling of him so close to her virgin entrance was just too much, and Lindsey let out an involuntary mewl of arousal. Immediately, Jackson's movements stopped, and the young woman bit her lip. Damn it! Don't stop now! From the darkness, she heard a voice, shaking with nervousness. "Lindsey? A-are you awake?" "Don't stop;" was all she managed to say. The lust in her voice surprised even her, the shaky, drawn-out vowels and underlying moan sending ripples through both of them. Immediately, she felt Jackson's hands tense up, squeezing her ass, before his hips started to move again. The girl shut her eyes tight, still moving her hips, drawing him closer to her virgin entrance. She couldn't deny it anymore; she wanted him inside her, want him to make love to her, right there, on the backseat of his car! She loved him, deeply, desperately, and she'd do anything to take things further. "Please; Jackson;" "Yeah?" The young man's voice was as breathless as hers., the tip of his cock pressed firmly against her slit, his hips grinding up and down, grinding against hers, making her whole body shiver with arousal. "I want you to; to fuck me; please; I can't take it anymore!" Without a word, she felt him grab her hips firmly, and press himself against her entrance. Even if she'd wanted to, it was too late to turn back now. With a firm push on the small of her back, he raised his hips, and Lindsey cried out as she felt his cock sink into her virgin snatch, piercing her hymen and burying itself in her to the hilt. Slowly, she turned her head to look at Jackson, a look of absolute pleasure plastered on her features. She stared down for a long, silent moment, mouth hanging open and eyes wide, adjusting to the feeling of penetration, before reaching out and cupping his face, her best friend-turned-lover, and kissing him deeply. Between them, she could feel her walls relaxing around his girth, expanding to fit his thick member, and growing braver she began to over her hips once more, rolling them softly and mewling into his mouth as the two began to make love. Her movements were jerky and clumsy, but as she stared into Jackson's eyes, she could think of nothing but the love she felt for him. Holding on tight, she started to ride him fast, lifting her hips and letting them drop down again, feeling his firm shaft slide in and out of her sopping snatch. In response, Jackson began to move his hips too, thrusting up to meet her, pushing himself deep into his childhood friend before withdrawing. It took a while for the pair to find their rhythm, but soon they were fucking like crazy. Lindsey moaned loudly until Jackson pulled her head back towards him, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her more passionately than ever. As his cock sank into her over and over again, his tongue slipped into her mouth, tangling with hers as he took her virginity. She didn't know if he was still a virgin, but she honestly didn't care. "I wanted this for so long, Lindsey. Wanted you. I love you" "I, I love you too; I've l loved you; for years!" Lindsey's high-pitched voice mingled with her moans. "I'm sorry I pre; pretended to b-be asleep!" Her pussy was on fire, the sex felt better than anything she'd ever experienced before, and as she confessed her feelings for her best friend her movements only get faster, more desperate, pumping her hips as hard as she could while underneath her Jackson bucked and groaned. "I wanted to s-see how far you'd go; whether you.. wanted me too; I'm s-sorry;" She shut her eyes tight in shame, keeping her hips moving as best as she could. Just then, she felt Jackson grab her tight, and flip her onto her back, rolling on top of her and quickly forcing his cock back into her quivering pussy. Lindsey squealed, the sudden change of position exhilarating her, and she grabbed hold of his back as Jackson growled, pounding into her with a fury she'd never seen from him before. Legs up in the air, dangling uselessly, the young woman cried out in pain and pleasure as her lover buried his face in her neck, kissing and biting her as he fucked her mercilessly. Underneath her, she felt his hand still groping at her ass, and as he drove his cock into the deepest parts of your aching pussy, she could only moan and mewl. With his cock thrusting deeply in and out of her, she was helpless to do anything but shake your hips back up in time, squealing and moaning in erotic ecstasy. In the heat of the moment, she barely registered her legs, wrapping around him, keeping him deep inside her as she clung on to his back for dear life, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. Inside her, she could feel the first sparks of climax beginning to ignite, and she cried out into Jackson's ear as he dominated her, the man of her dreams, her childhood best friend. "Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, Jackson! I love you, I love you so much! Fuck me!" Above her, she felt his pace start to falter, and she wrapped herself even tighter around him. Completely lost in the pleasure, his face buried in her neck as she hung on tight to his shoulders, she knew he must be getting close too. Each deep thrust sent new waves through her, and with each passing second, she felt her climax rising. "Yes! Yes! Yes, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, I’m gonna!" With a sudden cry, she felt herself crash over the edge, her whole body spasming as a wave of incredible pleasure washed over her, dulling her senses as she began to cum. She let out a shriek of ecstasy as her lower body began to rock and shudder, squeezing her pussy around her lover's cock as she came. The ripples of pleasure exploded throughout her entire body, sending her muscles spasming and her legs shaking around his waist. She felt her back arching painfully as her body, wracked with pleasure, crashed through her climax, her entire being seized by spasms as the walls of her pussy quivered and contracted. Through the chaos of her climax, she was dimly aware of Jackson fighting against his own orgasm, trying to pull himself out before he blew his load inside her, but her legs wrapped so tightly around him kept him buried inside. Digging her nails into his back, she wailed out through her orgasm "Cum in me! Cum in me! Do it, please!" Finally, she felt his hips slam forward one last time, his cock pushed deep, deep inside her, as the warmth of his cum began to spread throughout her abdomen. The feeling of being cream-pied only made her cum harder, and a second wave of spasms crashed across her. By the time the two of them were finished, Jackson was well and truly spent, his balls thoroughly emptied into Lindsey's tight teen twat. As their orgasms subsided, he collapsed on top of her, panting as his semen pooled inside her pussy. "Wow;" Lindsey lay beneath him, unable to speak, just panting happily with a smile on her lips. She pulled him in close so she could kiss him again, before wrapping her arms around him, holding him in a tight embrace. "Yeah; What a way to stay warm;" Jackson chuckled at that. "You; you really wanted me for that long?" Lindsey nodded. "For as long as I can remember;" She felt him sigh, and she giggled as he ruffled her hair. "God, I love you Linds;" "I love you too;" leaning up, she planted a kiss on his cheek. Words could describe how happy she was. No, not happy, overjoyed. "You know; something tells me the snows not gonna let up anytime soon;" She gave him a wink. "And there's a lot of other stuff I've always wanted to try. Jackson laughed again, nuzzling back into her neck as he kissed her, his skin hot against hers. As he moved, his softening cock slipped free of her pussy, followed by a thin trail of semen, which ran out of her and began pooling on the car seat below. Lindsey smiled. "You came inside;" She didn't sound angry, or surprised, just; content "Yeah, I guess I did; Not that I had much choice, the way you were clinging to me." He nibbled her ear softly before whispering into it. "But I really liked it;" Lindsey let out a contented mewl. "Me too, it felt amazing;" I giggle softly, and snuggle closer "But something tells me I should start taking birth control from now on. You wouldn't want to fuck a baby into your best friend, now would you?" She laughed again, feeling his cock stiffen underneath her in response. "So, you ready for round two?" Based on a post by LindseyLuv, for Literotica.

Blizzard Revelations. Two best friends, stranded in a car, find fun ways to keep warm. Based on a post by LindseyLuv. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time. "Hey, Lindsey; you all set?" A tall, shaggy-haired fella came up from the basement guest bedroom, then strode the hallway, and called up the staircase to her 2nd story bedroom, from near the front door. Lindsey felt her stomach flutter once again. Jackson was actually back from college. In his hand, he carried a suitcase of his own, and a laptop bag slung over his shoulder. He smiled at her as she came down the big oak stairs, and she nodded. "Yep, Jack; just gotta grab my rucksack and lock up, and we're good to go!" She couldn't remember when the two of them had first met. Their parents had been close friends for years, before they'd even been born. So far as she cared, she'd known Jackson forever. They'd grown up together, referred to each other as cousins. The pair had been almost inseparable, all the way up to Jackson leaving for college. Worst yet, his parents had to move; when the corporation shut down the local factory, and his dad had to move in order to fill another management position, or face unemployment at age 51. Lindsey’s anxieties were mounting, until yesterday, when his flight arrived. She'd been absolutely heartbroken last August. to see him go. But he kept his promise, that he'd visit as soon as he came back for the holidays. Which sadly coincided with her own family’s reunion. Her parents insisted that she come with them, but she negotiated a compromise. Jackson would use her car to drive her, on his way to his own relative’s gathering. It just so happened the day he flew back was the day before her Great Aunt's get-together, so while her parents left yesterday morning, she hung around to pick him up at the airport. The plan was for him to stay over that night, then drive the two of them, to drop her at the reunion, seeing as it wasn't too far from his cousins' place. That way, he could drive to his kin, and see them too. Then two days later he’d pick Lindsey up from the reunion, and drive her back a few days later, if she didn't want to stay the whole week, like her folks. She'd nearly tackled him near the baggage claim, when she saw him run down the airport concourse. The pair had spent the evening laughing, eating, and reminiscing. Jackson had plenty of stories to tell her about his first semester at college, and Lindsey eagerly hung on his every word. When he’d finally gone down to the basement guest bedroom, it was well past midnight. She’d already fallen asleep while the two were watching an old favorite DVD title. He’s woke her up and directed her to go up and get some sleep. By the time they were up and about, the next day; they realized there was no way they were going to make it on time. It was getting on for noon when the snow started to fall; lightly covering the driveway as Lindsey dragged her suitcase out to Jackson's car. She knew they were only going away for a week, but she wanted to be prepared, especially with the weather as it was, so she'd filled her bags with as many jumpers, woolly hats, and thick comfy socks as she could. A decision she was starting to regret as she struggled to heave the bulging suitcase into the trunk of her little car. Finally cramming it into the space, she stepped back, taking a moment to breathe. All around her, the snow fell lazily through the air, getting heavier by the minute, and she wondered if it would ease off much, before the two of them left for her great aunt's. 'Oh well, at least it'll be a white Christmas...' she thought to herself, before turning back towards the open door of her house. She loved almost everything about Christmas, but the annual family reunion certainly wasn't on the list. She could count on one hand, how many of her relatives she actually liked, and even then she had plenty of fingers spare. In fact, the only person she really cared about visiting, had just been her house guest. But that visit was nearly over. Only the car ride remained. “Start the car, Jack." "Cool-cool, but hurry up, I don't like the look of this snow. We might end up stranded in a blizzard, if we're not careful; and you'll miss your fam." Jackson shot her a wink. "And I know how much you'd hate that." Giggling at his sarcasm, Linsey ran back into her house. She'd left her rucksack just inside the door, and she quickly grabbed it before locking up and running back down to the car. The snowfall had gotten pretty heavy by now, and she saw Jackson chuck his stuff onto the back seat before getting into the driver's side door, and revving the engine. Burying her face in her scarf to keep warm, Lindsey threw her rucksack in the back as well, before climbing into the passenger side seat next to him. Clicking her seatbelt into place, she turned and gave him a nod, and off the two went. Relaxing back into her seat, Lindsey watched the snowflakes fall as Jackson gently took the car out of the driveway and onto the almost pure white road. Rubbing her hands together in the frigid air, she reached out and cracked up the thermostat a little, before settling back again. It wasn't a particularly long drive, only a few hours, but she could already tell it was going to be a chilly one. The snow wasn't too much of a problem while they drove through the city, salt trucks leaving the roads mostly clear. As they got out into the countryside, Jackson started to take it slower, carefully navigating the narrow lanes as the snow continued to fall. Once or twice they saw the skid marks of cars that hadn't been quite as cautious, and at one point a tow truck passed them, pulling the unfortunate survivor of a nasty off-road skid. The first hour passed quickly. The thermostat did its job, and the car quickly armed up enough for Lindsey to drop her scarf and gloves. The two friends chattered away happily as the miles passed, and the music from the radio helped fill any lulls. However, as the sun began to set, the snowfall only got heavier and heavier. Lindsey could feel herself getting increasingly nervous, finding it harder and harder to see the passing countryside, and could only imagine how hard it must be for Jackson at the wheel. "Damn it;" the young man muttered under his breath, craning forward to peer out between the falling snowflakes. Lindsey could feel the stress radiating off of him, and did her best to stay calm. The last thing she wanted to do is panic him any more than he already was. Pretty soon though, they both realized they were going to have to stop. The snow was falling so heavily now that neither of them could see the road, let alone anything else. Lindsey felt her stomach drop as Jackson shook his head, pulling the car up onto the verge at the side of the road. "Sorry Linds, I can't keep going in this. If we're lucky it'll blow over soon, and we can get going again, but for the meantime, it's just not safe;" Lindsey looked up at him and saw the look of concern on his face. "You might wanna call your folks." Lindsey gave him a worries nod. She could feel her stomach tying itself up in knots as she pulled out her cell phone. They were a long way from anywhere, out there, and if they got stuck overnight it was going to get very, very cold. Dialing her parents, she anxiously waited for them to pick up. "Hey, Dad, it's me. Um, yeah, me and Jackson are on our way, but the snow is; it's coming down pretty hard, so we're just going to pull over for a bit. No need to worry about us, it's all good. We're just going to be a bit later than we thought, that's all. I'll call you when we start moving again. Yep, yep, we'll be safe, don't worry. I love you too. See you soon" The young woman hung up, hoping she didn't sound too scared on the phone. "Ok, what do we do now?" Jackson frowned as he looked down at the fuel indicator. It was getting a little low. "Well, I think we should turn the car off for now, so we don't waste gas until we can start moving again. I don't wanna think about what'd happen if we; you know. Other than that, we just gotta wait it out I guess." Shutting off the engine, Jackson settled back into his seat as snow began to pile onto the windshield. Immediately, the car began to get colder, and Lindsey shivered as she bundled herself up in her coat. Outside, she could hear the wind howling, and she looked over to her friend, hoping for comfort, but only saw herself faced with a worried expression. "It'll be fine, don't worry. We just; gotta wait. For a bit" His voice sounded shaky as he tried to reassure her. Surprisingly, it worked pretty well. For the next few hours, the two sat and talked to try and keep their minds off the weather. Occasionally, Jackson would flick on the wipers to clear the snow on the windscreen so they could check the state of the weather, but it never improved. If anything, it was still getting worse. An hour passed, then two, and it started to dawn on the pair that things probably weren't going to improve that evening. "Maybe; maybe we should settle in for the night;" Lindsey's voice trembled as she spoke, partly from the cold and partly out of fear. "I'm gonna call my dad again;" Jackson nodded, his hands inside his sleeves as she fished her phone out again. "Uh, hey Dad? It's me again. The, um, the snow's not easing off, so we're going too; yeah, yeah I know; We're going to stay here for the night, ok? And we'll drive the rest of the way tomorrow? Ok? Don't worry, we've got loads of clothes and blankets and things, we'll be fine. Yeah, yeah we'll be careful. I know. I love you too. Bye." Lindsey hung up and turned to her friend. "He's not happy, but he knows there's nothing we can do." She let out a long sigh, looking at the floor. "Sorry." "Hey, it's ok, don't; don't worry, you don't need to apologize." Looking back up through the tears, she saw Jackson smiling at her, and felt his hand on her shoulder. Despite the freezing weather, Lindsey felt a little shimmer of warmth move through her at his touch. "You can't help the weather, can you? And it's cool, at least I'm not stuck out here alone." Lindsey chuckled as she fought back her tears. She wiped her eyes and looked back over her shoulder at the back seat. "What are we going to do about sleeping?" Despite their heavy clothes, she could feel herself starting to shiver. Jackson looked thoughtful for a second, before replying. "I guess we'll have to share the back seat; It'll be cramped, but we don't have much choice. The seats up here don't really recline at all." Lindsey nodded her head. It wouldn't be the first time the two of them had slept so close together, but she had to admit, this was a bit different. After all, they'd been kids last time. Ah well, better to be warm than worry about nothing, she thought to herself. "Do we have blankets or anything?" Again, Jackson looked thoughtful. "We could get our clothes out of the trunk? We can pile them on top of us to keep warm." He gave her a nervous smile. "Not quite blankets, but I'm sure they'll do the job." Lindsey felt a little knot in her stomach but ignored it. She had to admit, it was a good idea, but something about Jackson seeing all her clothes spread out made her feel nervous. It took her a moment to realize why, but by the time she had he'd already disappeared out of the car, hurrying towards the trunk to retrieve their suitcases. Ignoring it, she climbed into the back seat, settling across them as she heard Jackson rifling through their belongings in the freezing wind. As soon as she found herself in the back of the car, the young woman realized a slight problem with the plan. The seats weren't very wide, and unless they wanted to sleep upright or in the foot well, the two friends would have to sleep pretty much on top of each other. She swallowed hard. This situation just kept getting weirder and weirder. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, the door to her left flew open, and a deluge of clothing poured across her. Caught off guard, the young woman yelped in surprise, eliciting a quick apology from her friend, stood in the doorway holding an empty suitcase. "Sorry, sorry, should've warned you!" Lindsey's yelp of surprise quickly turned to giggles of laughter. "Don't worry, just hurry up and get back inside before you freeze to death!" With a smile, Jackson nodded, throwing the suitcase back into the trunk before reaching down and grabbing a second. Hers. Lindsey felt the butterflies in her stomach again as he quickly unzipped it and emptied the contents over her again. She watched as her neatly folded laundry cascaded out of the bag, t-shirts and spare jeans tumbling into the foot well, along with, much to her dismay, all her underwear. Jackson didn't seem to notice, shaking the snow from his boots and quickly jumping in next to her. As he closed the door, shivering, she quickly grabbed a large fleece and threw it towards him. "Here, warm up a bit". Her friend smiled in appreciation, pulling the woolen jumper over himself. Lindsey looked around at the clothing carnage. She bit her lip. There was no way he wasn't going to see it all; pairs of silk panties and lace bras dotted the backseat, making her lingerie impossible to miss. Turning to her friend, she could feel her cheeks burning pink. "Uh, Jackson, do me a favor, could you just; ignore; the underwear?" Turning to look back at her, the young man looked confused, before his eyes scanned the seats and his own cheeks started to turn red. "Oh, uh; sorry, I; I didn't;" Lindsey couldn't help but chuckle. The flustered look on his face was adorable, and in that moment she couldn't think of anything but a lost puppy. She squeezed his arm under the layer of loose clothes. "Don't worry, you couldn't help it. It's my fault for packing everything into one suitcase!" The pair laughed nervously, before settling into silence. A few moments passed before Jackson piped up again. "So, uh, how're we; Ya know. Doing this?" The pair looked at the space between them. They both knew they couldn't fit next to each other, but neither person wanted to be the first to say it. Finally, Lindsey bit the bullet. "Do you wanna be on top or underneath?" She saw Jackson swallow heavily. "Uh, I'll go underneath, I guess? Don't want to crush you, after all." The young man chuckled, trying to defuse the awkwardness of the situation in the way he always did. Lindsey chuckled too. She had to admit, she hoped that would be the arrangement. After all, she was a lot smaller than he was. Shuffling towards the door to let him get comfortable, she replied: "After you then!" Taking off his boots, Jackson slid down onto the seats, piling the loose clothes up and over himself. Lindsey watched intently, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Why was she so nervous? It wasn't like they were doing anything weird. Well, weirder than being stuck in the snow. It was Jackson, she'd known him forever! Shaking her head, she gave him a smile, before settling down too. Instinctively, his hands came up to meet her, guiding her down on top of him. Immediately, she felt the warmth of his body through their clothes, and she found herself nestling into her friend as they awkwardly tried to avoid eye contact. The young woman could hear her heartbeat in her ears, the red flush of embarrassment getting stronger by the second. Reaching around them, the two started pulling the clothes across themselves, tucking them into the gaps on either side to insulate them from the cold. Carefully, Lindsey did her best to push aside anything she'd rather he didn't see into the foot well, some of the more risqué items catching Jackson's eye before he pointedly looked away, cheeks red. Pretty soon, the two were almost completely covered, only their faces poking out of the mountain of fabric. Doing their best to ignore the awkwardness of the situation, the two settled down. Lying on her front, Lindsey could feel her chest pressed close to Jackson, her tits squished close to his beating heart, and no matter where she looked, their faces were so close she always felt like she was staring directly at him. Eventually, she piped up. "Should I, uh, should I roll over, onto my back? Or, is this ok? What's; what works for you?" She tried not to think too hard about his answer. "I'm happy like this, if you are. Or not. Whatever" Her cheeks felt like they could burst into flames at any moment. "I, uh,; I think this is fine" From underneath her, Jackson's voice rose, shaky with nerves, and she wondered if he was feeling just as out of sorts as she was. With a nod, she turned away, resting her head on his chest. Despite settling in to sleep, the young woman's mind was racing. What were they doing? This was crazy, what if someone saw them together? Bundled up like this, at the side of the road, under the clothes? What would they think? She swallowed. She knew exactly what they'd think. And with a start she realized that excited her. A long, awkward silence hung in the air. Lindsey did her best to ignore her racing thoughts and settle down to sleep. Despite the mountain of clothes, she found herself still shivering, and nuzzled deeper into Jackson for warmth. After a while, she glanced up to see snow covering the windows, cutting the pair of them off from the rest of the world. It was just her now. Her and Jackson. She felt a tingle ran down her spine. Well at least we don't have to worry about anyone looking in and getting the wrong idea, she thought to herself. Settling in, her mind started to wander. Trying not to think about Jackson, she found herself pondering the situation they found themselves in. What would happen if the sow hadn't cleared by the next morning? Would they need to call for help? What if it got even colder? A sudden memory passed through her head, of an old TV documentary about arctic explorers. She remembered that often, when trapped in cold climates, people would strip off and share body heat to keep themselves warm. Immediately, she felt her blush returning. Behind her, she felt Jackson's hands move lower down her back, to just above her ass, and she froze. A voice in the darkness, breathless, whispered. Uh, is this ok? My, uh, my arms were getting a little cramped;" Lindsey felt her breath catch in her throat. "Y-yeah, it's fine, don't worry." Instinctively, she shuffled her weight a bit, making it more comfortable for both of them. The two lay in silence for a bit longer, before Lindsey felt her own arms beginning to cramp, her hands on the seat taking most of her weight to keep it off Jackson. Readjusting, she let her body fall, and found her hands around his shoulders, holding him close. "Is that ok too?" She felt him nod underneath her and felt a sigh of relief escaped her lips. His soft voice filled the quiet again. "Sure. Don't worry about squishing me, you're; you're pretty light, you know;" The two chuckled and fell into silence again. Lindsey felt conflicted. She couldn't help but notice how firm his shoulders were, how warm and strong his arms around her felt. Soon, she found her mind wandering again, and quickly diverted her attention elsewhere. No, this was Jackson she was thinking about! She could never; could she? From under her, she felt Jackson shift, awkwardly, nervously, before speaking again. "Uh, hey Lindsey, are you; are you still cold?" Lindsey felt her heart beating like mad in her chest. "Y-yeah, a little. Actually." She thought about the arctic explorers again and bit her tongue. No, how could she even be thinking about that? But, if it kept them warmer; She didn't know what to do. On the one hand, she desperately wanted the warmth, on the other; "You know, um, one of the, I heard on tv once that, when people get stuck in the arctic they, uh; well;" Lindsey trailed off. Holy shit, what am I saying? Under her, she felt her best friend brace himself, unsure where she was going with this, and she bit her tongue again. Can't go back now... "Body heat gets kinda; you know; trapped by the, uh; by clothes; So they, uh; yeah" She couldn't bring herself to say it, the words kept getting caught in her mouth. A long pause sat frozen in the air. "So; should we?" "Y-yeah. Yeah, I; I heard the same thing. So; yeah. I think we should. You know; get, uh;" Jackson's voice trailed off, before returning with his trademark humor, although she could tell from his voice how painfully nervous he was. Just like her. "Besides, it's already pretty awkward, right? What's the harm? It's not like we've never seen each other naked before;" Even so, that was a long time ago, and they'd both changed a lot since then. Still, Lindsey couldn't deny the truth in Jackson words. With a breathless nod, she sat up, and the two friends began to undress. The young woman tried not to look as Jackson first stripped off his t-shirt, followed by his shorts. He paused, hands on the waistband of his boxers, and turned to her, still averting his gaze. "Uh, should we; I mean, we could keep our underwear on; But... "Yeah;" Lindsey's own breathless voice joined his. "I; I'm sure it; uh, it'll work better if there's nothing blocking the body heat; right?" "Yeah, yeah, I think so too;" As Jackson reached down and pulled off his underwear, Lindsey averted her eyes again. She couldn't deny that part of her wanted to see him, stripped naked before her, but she did her best to ignore it. "Just; promise not to look, ok?" Jackson nodded. Staring pointedly at the roof of the car, Lindsey swallowed nervously before unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall into the foot well as she fiddled with the zipper of her jeans. Down to her underwear, she could feel the bitter cold attacking her bare skin, and the desire to get back under cover overpowered her nerves. Fiddling behind her back with numbing fingers, she struggled to unhook her bra, and when she finally did she let out a yelp of surprise as the fabric slipped from her hand, sending the item straight down onto Jackson's face. A frozen moment hung in the air, before the pair started laughing. Settling back down, Lindsey, reached down and slipped off her panties, the momentum of the moment carrying her forward before she could second guess herself. Hurriedly dragging the mountain of fabric back over themselves, the pair did their best to ignore the feeling of the other person's naked body, pressed so close to their own. But soon they were snuggled down again, and Lindsey couldn't deny the way her bare tits felt pressed against Jackson's chest, her nipples stiffened by the cold and unmistakable against his skin. If she'd felt strange before, it was nothing to how she felt now. In the dark, she could feel her cheeks burning bright red, and she desperately hoped Jackson couldn't see. Between them, her heartbeat pounded in her chest, mixing with Jackson's as the two childhood friends held onto each other, already feeling warmer. She could barely breathe as she slid her arms back over his shoulders, feeling his hands take hold on her waist once again. Even though they'd held each other this way only moments before, without their clothes it felt so much more intimate, and Lindsey, could feel the butterflies in her stomach reaching a fever pitch. Between my legs, she felt a tingling in her loins, and she bit her lip hard in an attempt to calm herself down. Truth be told, she'd never seen a man naked before; she'd never had a boyfriend stick around long enough to get that far. Underneath her, pressed against her thigh, she could feel something hard, and it took her a moment to realize what it was. Concealing a gasp, the young woman. Is that; it can't be? But then, what else could it be? Lindsey realized it could be only one thing; Jackson's penis! Underneath her, she felt her best friend shuffle uncomfortably, and his half-erect cock pressed against her thigh, only inches from her virgin pussy. Lindsey felt a thrill of excitement ripple through her, but she repressed it. She didn't know what to think. Did he; Like her? How long had he felt that way? Was he; thinking about her now? She knew that last part had to be true. After all, she was thinking about him, and it had to be hard to think of anything else with a naked girl pressed on top of you. She couldn't believe this was happening, could never have believed it would happen. Part of her leapt for joy, but the rest of her was just as confused as ever. Should she say something? Try to take it further? Settling her head down onto his chest, she whispered out to him in the dark. "We should; we should sleep." "Yeah; Sleep;" Underneath her, she felt his cock twitch, still pressed against her soft thigh. Despite her words, she knew she couldn't sleep like this. A minute passed. Then another. Soon, an hour had gone by, and Lindsey was still awake, staring silently at the back of the chairs in front. The two lay together, perfectly still, until a voice broke the silence. "Lindsey; Are you still awake?" The young woman froe. She didn't know whether to speak up, or stay silent. Underneath her, she could still feel his hard cock, throbbing against her leg, and how hot it was making her feel. Between her thighs, she could feel how damp her pussy had gotten, and she squeezed them tightly together in an attempt to relieve the pressure. It didn't work. A long moment passed, and she didn't hear anything else from him. She wondered if she should've spoken up, should've said something, should've confessed how she felt, and she was seconds away from opening her mouth when a sudden movement made her pause. Behind her, she felt the grip on her back tighten, and the hips underneath her shift, just enough for the hard shaft pressed against her leg to slip between her thighs. She felt like her heart was about to burst out of her mouth. The thick rod felt even hotter squeezed between her legs, the head ever so slightly damp against her skin. It felt; nice. Really nice. Then she felt him start to move. Lindsey had to bite her lip to stop herself moaning as between her legs, Jackson began to thrust, sliding his cock against her, as the pressure of her legs kept him upright and rock solid. Her heart stopped in her chest as she felt him moving. Oh my god. Oh my god, he's really doing it! Her brain went into overdrive, trying to make sense of what was happening as she felt his cock thrusting slowly, softly, between her thighs. She knew she had to say something, but she had no idea what, especially not now. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop. So, in a mixture of fear and excitement, she lay still, and silent. Her pussy was absolutely soaked. Her pelvis felt hot, incredibly hot, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself moaning in pleasure, the simple act of his thrusts sending her body into a state of near-ecstasy. God, she wanted him. Wanted to feel him inside her, taking her, taking her virginity and making her a woman. Words couldn't describe how badly she wanted Jackson to toss her onto her back, clamp her mouth shut, and pound himself into her till she came. She lay still for what felt like an eternity, just waiting for him to take it further, to force himself into her, before the pressure became too great, and she began moving her hips back in time with his. Slowly, gently, she raised them up as he pulled back, and let them fall down as he pushed up. Not by much, no more than an inch, but it was enough to make her pussy gush with anticipation. Underneath her, Jackson let out a groan and started to buck his hips faster. He must think I'm asleep, she thought to herself. Should I? Maybe I should tell him; But despite her thoughts, Lindsey did nothing. She felt his hands move down her body, across the small of her back to her ass, giving it a soft squeeze as he continued to fuck her thighs. His thrusts started to get longer, driving further up and down, and soon she felt his shaft pressed against her nether lips. The feeling of him so close to her virgin entrance was just too much, and Lindsey let out an involuntary mewl of arousal. Immediately, Jackson's movements stopped, and the young woman bit her lip. Damn it! Don't stop now! From the darkness, she heard a voice, shaking with nervousness. "Lindsey? A-are you awake?" "Don't stop;" was all she managed to say. The lust in her voice surprised even her, the shaky, drawn-out vowels and underlying moan sending ripples through both of them. Immediately, she felt Jackson's hands tense up, squeezing her ass, before his hips started to move again. The girl shut her eyes tight, still moving her hips, drawing him closer to her virgin entrance. She couldn't deny it anymore; she wanted him inside her, want him to make love to her, right there, on the backseat of his car! She loved him, deeply, desperately, and she'd do anything to take things further. "Please; Jackson;" "Yeah?" The young man's voice was as breathless as hers., the tip of his cock pressed firmly against her slit, his hips grinding up and down, grinding against hers, making her whole body shiver with arousal. "I want you to; to fuck me; please; I can't take it anymore!" Without a word, she felt him grab her hips firmly, and press himself against her entrance. Even if she'd wanted to, it was too late to turn back now. With a firm push on the small of her back, he raised his hips, and Lindsey cried out as she felt his cock sink into her virgin snatch, piercing her hymen and burying itself in her to the hilt. Slowly, she turned her head to look at Jackson, a look of absolute pleasure plastered on her features. She stared down for a long, silent moment, mouth hanging open and eyes wide, adjusting to the feeling of penetration, before reaching out and cupping his face, her best friend-turned-lover, and kissing him deeply. Between them, she could feel her walls relaxing around his girth, expanding to fit his thick member, and growing braver she began to over her hips once more, rolling them softly and mewling into his mouth as the two began to make love. Her movements were jerky and clumsy, but as she stared into Jackson's eyes, she could think of nothing but the love she felt for him. Holding on tight, she started to ride him fast, lifting her hips and letting them drop down again, feeling his firm shaft slide in and out of her sopping snatch. In response, Jackson began to move his hips too, thrusting up to meet her, pushing himself deep into his childhood friend before withdrawing. It took a while for the pair to find their rhythm, but soon they were fucking like crazy. Lindsey moaned loudly until Jackson pulled her head back towards him, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her more passionately than ever. As his cock sank into her over and over again, his tongue slipped into her mouth, tangling with hers as he took her virginity. She didn't know if he was still a virgin, but she honestly didn't care. "I wanted this for so long, Lindsey. Wanted you. I love you" "I, I love you too; I've l loved you; for years!" Lindsey's high-pitched voice mingled with her moans. "I'm sorry I pre; pretended to b-be asleep!" Her pussy was on fire, the sex felt better than anything she'd ever experienced before, and as she confessed her feelings for her best friend her movements only get faster, more desperate, pumping her hips as hard as she could while underneath her Jackson bucked and groaned. "I wanted to s-see how far you'd go; whether you.. wanted me too; I'm s-sorry;" She shut her eyes tight in shame, keeping her hips moving as best as she could. Just then, she felt Jackson grab her tight, and flip her onto her back, rolling on top of her and quickly forcing his cock back into her quivering pussy. Lindsey squealed, the sudden change of position exhilarating her, and she grabbed hold of his back as Jackson growled, pounding into her with a fury she'd never seen from him before. Legs up in the air, dangling uselessly, the young woman cried out in pain and pleasure as her lover buried his face in her neck, kissing and biting her as he fucked her mercilessly. Underneath her, she felt his hand still groping at her ass, and as he drove his cock into the deepest parts of your aching pussy, she could only moan and mewl. With his cock thrusting deeply in and out of her, she was helpless to do anything but shake your hips back up in time, squealing and moaning in erotic ecstasy. In the heat of the moment, she barely registered her legs, wrapping around him, keeping him deep inside her as she clung on to his back for dear life, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. Inside her, she could feel the first sparks of climax beginning to ignite, and she cried out into Jackson's ear as he dominated her, the man of her dreams, her childhood best friend. "Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, Jackson! I love you, I love you so much! Fuck me!" Above her, she felt his pace start to falter, and she wrapped herself even tighter around him. Completely lost in the pleasure, his face buried in her neck as she hung on tight to his shoulders, she knew he must be getting close too. Each deep thrust sent new waves through her, and with each passing second, she felt her climax rising. "Yes! Yes! Yes, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, I’m gonna!" With a sudden cry, she felt herself crash over the edge, her whole body spasming as a wave of incredible pleasure washed over her, dulling her senses as she began to cum. She let out a shriek of ecstasy as her lower body began to rock and shudder, squeezing her pussy around her lover's cock as she came. The ripples of pleasure exploded throughout her entire body, sending her muscles spasming and her legs shaking around his waist. She felt her back arching painfully as her body, wracked with pleasure, crashed through her climax, her entire being seized by spasms as the walls of her pussy quivered and contracted. Through the chaos of her climax, she was dimly aware of Jackson fighting against his own orgasm, trying to pull himself out before he blew his load inside her, but her legs wrapped so tightly around him kept him buried inside. Digging her nails into his back, she wailed out through her orgasm "Cum in me! Cum in me! Do it, please!" Finally, she felt his hips slam forward one last time, his cock pushed deep, deep inside her, as the warmth of his cum began to spread throughout her abdomen. The feeling of being cream-pied only made her cum harder, and a second wave of spasms crashed across her. By the time the two of them were finished, Jackson was well and truly spent, his balls thoroughly emptied into Lindsey's tight teen twat. As their orgasms subsided, he collapsed on top of her, panting as his semen pooled inside her pussy. "Wow;" Lindsey lay beneath him, unable to speak, just panting happily with a smile on her lips. She pulled him in close so she could kiss him again, before wrapping her arms around him, holding him in a tight embrace. "Yeah; What a way to stay warm;" Jackson chuckled at that. "You; you really wanted me for that long?" Lindsey nodded. "For as long as I can remember;" She felt him sigh, and she giggled as he ruffled her hair. "God, I love you Linds;" "I love you too;" leaning up, she planted a kiss on his cheek. Words could describe how happy she was. No, not happy, overjoyed. "You know; something tells me the snows not gonna let up anytime soon;" She gave him a wink. "And there's a lot of other stuff I've always wanted to try. Jackson laughed again, nuzzling back into her neck as he kissed her, his skin hot against hers. As he moved, his softening cock slipped free of her pussy, followed by a thin trail of semen, which ran out of her and began pooling on the car seat below. Lindsey smiled. "You came inside;" She didn't sound angry, or surprised, just; content "Yeah, I guess I did; Not that I had much choice, the way you were clinging to me." He nibbled her ear softly before whispering into it. "But I really liked it;" Lindsey let out a contented mewl. "Me too, it felt amazing;" I giggle softly, and snuggle closer "But something tells me I should start taking birth control from now on. You wouldn't want to fuck a baby into your best friend, now would you?" She laughed again, feeling his cock stiffen underneath her in response. "So, you ready for round two?" Based on a post by LindseyLuv, for Literotica.

Ultimele bucăţi din #VoucherulMădălinei, unde 99€ investiți azi îți asigură 370€ la anu'! În acest episod povestesc cum am transformat o singură postare într-o Campanie completă, cum am decis să renunț la propriul Black Friday, cum am integrat 11 branduri, cum am gândit mecanismul de promovare în mai multe formate și platforme și cum am reușit să conectez vizibilitatea mea cu nevoile clienților mei într-un mod care a generat impact real. A fost un proces în care s-au împletit analiza, strategia, intuiția și dorința de a crea un tip de marketing care chiar servește oamenilor și organizațiilor implicate.Ideea a apărut în urmă cu mai bine de un an, în contexte pline de incertitudine, conversații despre instabilitate, frici legate de vizibilitate și multe întrebări despre felul în care pot sprijini, real și strategic, oamenii cu care lucrez zi de zi.Afli cum s-au așezat detaliile, ce am observat în nevoile clienților mei, cum am conectat vizibilitatea platformelor mele cu ofertele lor de Black Friday și cum s-au legat, natural, semnele care m-au condus spre Asociația Blondie. Intro (00:00)Nu copia acţiuni de marketing (02:41)Blondie Friday a început acum 1 an (03:36)Dacă un ONG are o cauză măreaţă, nu are nevoie de marketing (05:41)Problema era că... (10:29)Soluţia la care m-am gândit (10:48)Aşteptam semne din exterior (14:14)Am renunţat la Black Friday al meu (15:03)Cum le-am propus clienţilor mei? (16:36)50% din sumă a fost donată (18:09)S-au înscris 11 afaceri (20:19)O singură postare s-a transformat în... (20:40)Recapitulăm (22:28)Cum am ales ONG-ul? (23:07)Cineva care are 10k followers să promoveze pe cineva cu 58k? (26:42)Planul arăta aşa (31:07)Am dat cadou 2 sesiuni 1-la-1 (32:06)Rezultatele obţinute (32:53)Adunăm cifrele (41:31)Voucherul Mădălinei, plăteşti 99 euro, primeşti 370 euro reducere (47:44)Outro (50:32)Dacă vrei să înțelegi cum se construiește o Campanie de Marketing de la firul ierbii, cu toate deciziile, gândurile, ajustările și insight-urile care apar în spate, te invit să urmărești episodul până la final.

Judecătoarea Raluca Moroșanu a spus azi, în deschiderea conferinței de presă a Curții de Apel București că îl susține pe colegul său Laurențiu Beșu și că tot ce a spus el este adevărat. Judecătoarea se referă la mărturia judecătorului Beșu din documentarul „Justiție capturată” realizat de Recorder. Documentarul de două ore este rezultatul unei investigații jurnalistice de un an și jumătate și „încearcă să explice mecanismele complicate prin care sistemul judiciar, un pilon cheie al oricărui stat democratic, a ajuns să fie capturat de un grup de interese format din magistrați și politicieni.” Platforma Declic și asociația Funky Citizens au lansat o petiție adresată președintelui Nicușor Dan și premierului Ilie Bolojan prin care se cere modificarea Legilor Justiției. Am vorbit cu avocatul Adrian Rista despre dezvăluirile din zilele acestea şi problemele sistemului de justiţie. Cum vă explicați curajul judecătoarei Raluca Moroșanu de a declara, în fața președintei Curții de Apel, că-și susține colegul care face dezvăluiri despre cum au ajuns să se prescrie mari dosare de corupție, prin schimbarea completurilor de judecată sau tergiversarea dosarelor?Adrian Rista: „Din punctul meu de vedere, aș începe din altă parte. A alege cariera de magistrat este un act de curaj. Prin răspunderea pe care o are un magistrat trebuie să existe și o anumită doză de curaj conștient, nu un curaj inconștient. Pentru că este foarte clar că în activitate, lucrurile care se petrec sînt atît de importante, atît la nivelul fiecărui caz, cît și la nivelul societății, ca întreg sistem de justiție, încît nu cred că poți să devii un magistrat bun fără să ai o doză de curaj. În același timp, după conferință, nu pot să nu observ că mai multe asociații ale magistraților discută despre introducerea sistemului de avertizor de integritate în justiție, ceea ce astăzi este prohibit. Eu sper ca această presiune pe care o fac asociațiile profesionale să dea rezultate și să existe un sistem de avertizor de integritate în cadrul profesiei, unde se poate vedea dacă fiecare avertizare este făcută în folosul sistemului sau sînt aceste dispute între magistrați. M-aș bucura să existe un sistem prin care magistrații să capete o voce mult mai clară într-un cadru instituțional atunci cînd se întîmplă asemenea lucruri.”De unde ar trebui început pentru modificarea Legilor Justiției, astfel încît să nu mai fie posibile tergiversări ale dosarelor pînă la termenul de prescripție?Adrian Rista: „Nu doar pentru prescripție, prescripția este o problemă care este în discuție. Din ce am observat, am văzut că există disponibilitate din partea președintelui, a premierului și a ministrului justiției. Cred că în acest dialog este firesc să stea la masa discuțiilor, și nu cred că a negocierilor politice, ci a discuțiilor despre sistem și a soluțiilor pentru sistem, evident, magistrații, celelalte profesii juridice și, evident, și societatea civilă. Pentru că justiția este o chestiune care ne interesează pe toți. Discutăm despre puteri în stat și despre conflicte între ele. Nu există absolut nici o putere fără Constituție, iar Constituția provine de la popor. Atîta timp cît există oameni în stradă, și chiar dacă nu sînt toți oamenii în stradă, este destul de clar că avem un conflict – nu vreau să fie înțeles într-un sens exacerbat. Există o nemulțumire, cel puțin. Nu cred că problemele sistemice vor fi rezolvate în stradă sau în proteste, dar protestul este de luat în seamă. Este o formă de exprimare constituțională. Și cetățenii spun prin asta că nu se întîmplă ceea ce ar trebui. (...) Sper să existe un dialog structurat instituțional astfel încît să existe modificări legislative care să rezolve mult mai multe probleme decît prescripția.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral! O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei Martin Un produs Radio România Cultural 

Dragoș Rouă este genul de om care trăiește mai multe vieți într-una singură. Născut în România, a început să scrie cod în copilărie și a crescut profesional într-o perioadă de tranziție pentru toată țara între haosul post-comunist și explozia digitală a anilor 2000.A fondat portaluri web, a vândut o companie, a trecut prin eșecuri și a decis, după ani de muncă și de rutină, să-și schimbe radical viața. A plecat din România la peste 40 de ani, mai întâi în Spania, apoi în Portugalia, în Coreea de Sud și, în cele din urmă, în Vietnam. Acolo locuiește astăzi, e tată, antreprenor, fost programator și proprietar de bar.Mutările lui nu sunt despre fugă, ci despre curiozitate. Spune că, de fiecare dată când schimbi țara, crește entropia - apare mai mult haos, dar și mai multă claritate despre tine însuți. Iar haosul, privit prin această lentilă, devine un exercițiu de adaptare.00:00 Intro03:12 Podcast00:05:29 De ce a plecat din România00:08:54 Alegerea Spaniei și testul de 2 săptămâni00:13:01 Ce lași în urmă când te muți00:16:31 Mutarea în Portugalia00:22:39 Cum a ajuns în Coreea00:30:57 Entropia mutării și haosul începuturilor00:32:07 Ce mai înseamnă acasă00:36:49 Viața în Vietnam și barul The Fate

Eduard Răpițeanu lucrează de ani buni la intersecția dintre idei antreprenoriale și fondurile care le pot transforma în realitate. Vine dintr-un domeniu care cere răbdare, disciplină și o atenție specială la detaliu. Dar, mai ales, o înțelegere limpede a oamenilor — a modului în care gândesc și ce așteptări au atunci când pornesc un proiect. În conversația de astăzi, vorbim despre cum se pregătește o firmă pentru finanțare, ce greșeli se repetă aproape inevitabil și cum poate digitalizarea să facă procesul mai clar și mai uman. Discutăm despre ce înseamnă un plan de afaceri solid, despre diferența dintre intenție și execuție și despre felul în care antreprenorii pot învăța să navigheze printre regulile aparent complicate ale fondurilor nerambursabile.00:00 Intro02:32 Despre Eduard și contextul discuției00:05:23 Cum a ajuns Eduard în consultanța pe fonduri europene00:07:56 Ce înseamnă să fii pregătit pentru finanțare00:09:55 De ce mașinile nu ajută un business să crească00:11:34 Asumarea și rolul antreprenorului în firmă00:12:49 Cofinanțarea și frica de contribuția proprie00:15:00 De ce nu există garanții la fonduri europene00:18:07 Greșeli frecvente care duc la pierderea finanțării00:20:34 Cum arată un plan de afaceri realist00:31:47 Viitorul finanțărilor pentru IMM-uri în România 

Cum navighezi în lumea digitală fără să te pierzi pe tine? Un podcast în care împreună cu pastorul Călin Onițiu avem o discuție sinceră despre provocările tehnologiei pentru tineri și despre cum putem rămâne ancorați în valorile lui Dumnezeu într-o lume plină de distrageri.Un podcast direct, real și plin de claritate ce va fi de un real folos atât pentru tineri cât și pentru părinți. Urmărește episodul în format video aici: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdYoFOj2dXAPoți susține lucrarea Ekklesia aici: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.ekklesia.ro/doneaza/

Antreprenoriatul social arată diferit atunci când intri în culisele lui, pentru că acolo se vede cum se împletesc impactul, cifrele, presiunea deciziilor și responsabilitatea față de oamenii din echipă. În Episodul 162, Lucian Butnaru vorbește deschis despre felul în care a construit Cofeels și despre etapele în care un proiect cu misiune socială cere structură, rigoare și o atenție reală la sustenabilitate. Mulți antreprenori simt atracție spre zona aceasta, însă realitatea ei zilnică are un ritm care pune accent pe bugete, pe organizare și pe capacitatea de a menține direcția în momentele în care contextul pare imprevizibil.Conversația deschide un spațiu în care se vorbește transparent despre lecții din primii ani de antreprenoriat, despre apropierea de faliment, despre decizii care au schimbat cursul proiectului și despre modul în care se formează identitatea unei afaceri sociale. În același timp, oferă repere clare pentru oricine se află într-o perioadă de reorganizare, caută sens în felul în care construiește sau simte nevoia unui cadru realist care explică ce înseamnă să porți responsabilitatea unui proiect cu impact real în comunitate.Pentru cei care se gândesc să înceapă un astfel de drum sau sunt deja în interiorul lui, episodul aduce claritate, structură și exemple concrete care pot ajuta în etapele în care direcția pare greu de fixat. Intro (00:00)Cine este Lucian (02:05)Ce este Cofeels? (02:30)Partea socială din Cofeels (03:13)Frici în a-şi deschide propria cafenea (07:23)Ar fi trebuit să dea 100.000 euro înapoi (08:47)Cofeels după 5 ani (11:16)Aspectul social al afacerii (12:22)Ce este diferit la angajaţii mai speciali (13:34)Persoanele cu Sindrom Down şi feedback-ul pozitiv (17:40)Conversaţia care apare atunci când se fac greşeli (22:15)Cum să tratezi o persoană cu deficienţe (25:00)Dorinţa de a crea impact social şi partea economică a afacerii (29:21)Trei lucruri pe care le-ar face la fel (30:27)Cea mai mare greşeală legată de business (32:38)Un mesaj (34:11)Recapitularea celor trei lucruri (35:47)Viziunea pentru Cofeels (37:41)Unde simte Lucian că se află, pe o scară de la 1 la 100 (41:20)Lucrează la profitabilitatea afacerii (43:42)Cum poţi contribui la viziunea lui Lucian ca SRL (46:13)40 cafenele Cofeels, 120 de angajaţi cu deficienţe (48:44)Se poate şi impact social şi profit? (49:37)Mesaj pentru persoana care ar vrea să-şi deschidă o astfel de afacere (51:08)Outro (53:39)Este un episod în care realitatea antreprenoriatului se vede așa cum este: complexă, solicitantă, plină de învățare și, în același timp, profund ancorată în oameni.

Pauza de bine de azi are misiunea de a salva reputația vision board-urilor, că n-au greșit cu nimic, dar e o perioadă în care le văd atacate în diverse strategii de marketing pentru promovarea atelierelor de final de an.Încep cu a-ți spune că deși fac vision boards de 8 ani, îmi plac, mă ajută și voi continua să le fac, cred că poți să te descurci foarte bine și fără ele.Dacă ți-ai făcut vreodată vision board și ai sperat că va funcționa ca o baghetă magică și că Universul îți va pune în brațe tot ce îți dorești fără ca tu să miști vreun deget, ai aflat probabil că lucrurile nu stau chiar așa.Nu vision board-ul e problema! Nu e el de vină dacă lucrurile pe care le-ai lipit pe el nu devin realitate. Problema nu e nici cum îi spui. Poți să-I zici vision board, becoming board, action board, dream board…Problema e CUM faci un vision board.În pauza de bine de azi ne uităm la 8 motive pentru care un astfel de panou nu are impactul dorit.Dacă te tentează ideea de a participa la experiența New Year, REAL You, trebuie să știi că nu e un simplu atelier de vision board.E o călătorie profundă  - cu mai multe etape, nu doar întâlnirea online - în care te ghidez printr-un proces de introspecție, iar partea de vision board e doar cireașa de pe tort.❗️Important: Pentru grupa de pe 6 decembrie înscrierile se închid pe 04.12 la 12:00.Detalii & înscrieri: https://www.cristinaotel.ro/new-year-real-you/M-aș bucura să-mi dai de veste că ai ascultat episodul, dacă ți-a plăcut, dacă te-a ajutat. Și apreciez dacă alegi să îl distribui în social media sau dacă îl dai mai departe către 2-3 persoane apropiate ție.Nu uita să urmărești podcastul pe:- Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Pauza de Bine⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠- Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Pauza de Bine⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠- Youtube: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Cristina Oțel

Housekeeping Services. When a wife lets a cleaning service do everything. Based on a post by AllenWoody. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Shannon's delegated housework. Mais Oui! Reminder & Special Offer, The text confirmation came from the tri-lingual local housecleaning company. The English translation reads; ' Yes, Indeed!' the Toronto metro cleaning service is confirming the resident's weekly request. Shannon stretched, tightening and arching her body before settling back into the cushions of her chaise. She tapped the new link on her smartphone. May We clean your home today? Mais Oui! Our team will arrive at 4:00 today. You are currently subscribing to the following services: Mais Oui Premium Interior Package: Our Angels will dust, vacuum, mop, clean interior glass, and wipe down counters. Baths and the kitchen will be deep cleaned and sanitized. They will collect and wash any dirty dishes and bag and carry away all trash. Mais Oui Three-day Meal Package: Our culinary Angels will prepare three dinners. One will be served hot and ready at 6:00; the other two will be left in the refrigerator for easy reheating later in the week. With a touch Shannon confirmed the selections, but before she could return to daydreaming, her phone chimed again. Special Offer! As a discerning, multi-package subscriber, we are inviting you to help pilot a new service:  Mais Oui Ball Emptying: One of our carefully-selected Angels will see to the comfort of your husband by thoroughly washing his male apparatus, then applying skilled and patient oral stimulation until his balls are drained and he's content and relaxed. Includes all cleanup. Currently available at a 50% discount to our multi-package subscribers. From her spot in the sun room Shannon had a view of her husband, Ron Thorton; working in the yard. We're so different, she thought. Though quite affluent, Ron preferred to perform their yard work himself. As she watched he trimmed the grass at the edge of the walkways, raked it into clumps, and composted it. He had already mowed and put down mulch, and by now was soaked in sweat. He couldn't have looked more content. The couple had just become empty-nesters. She was finally able to do more with her bridge club and the ladies at their country club. He'll appreciate it, Shannon decided. Also, it would spare her the trouble later. Ron always got so horny when he spent the afternoon working in the yard. Increasingly, sex seemed like a chore to her. This would be a win/win! With a sly smile Shannon Thorton clicked on the link, adding Ball Emptying to the list of subscriptions. Clicking her response, generated the following; Confirmed: the following crew members will arrive at the scheduled hour. They include: Ana, Marisol, Myra, and Paola. Paola's New Job. Paola recently joined the company. She hoped this more discrete and curated client base would be safer than what her cousins had been risking, in their escort venture; marketed toward traveling businessmen. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Paola bravely resolved. The man of the house, her notes said his name was Ron, wasn't bad looking. He was older, of course, all of their clients were. But he kept in shape, still had his hair, and gave the entire Mais Oui crew a warm smile when they arrived, not just Paola, even though she was the youngest and prettiest. "I can get out of your way," Ron said, beginning to climb from his lounge chair. "No, no, that's okay isn't it, Paola?" his wife, Shannon; said with a wink to sweet young Paola.. "Yes, Mrs. Shannon." The lady of the house hadn't told her husband about the extra service, Paola realized. That could make it fun. The rest of the crew spread out into the house. Ana began vacuuming upstairs, Marisol tucked herself away into the kitchen to prepare the meals, and Mayra headed off to clean the baths. Paola dusted and cleaned, but only in the sunroom where Ron could check her out. His wife got up to get a glass of wine, then return to read a magazine and observe. Gringos really liked her Paola. They commented on her doll-like proportions and her wild, dark hair. She was slimmer than most Latinas, and though her tits were also modest, they were soft and jiggly when she wore the loose stretch-lace bra. She was wearing it today. "Excuse me, Mr. Ron," she said, leaning over the gentleman to dust a table. She braced herself with a hand on his thigh, and was pleased to see that when she stood again, his cock was already swelling. "Oh, sure." The gentleman squirmed in his seat, then shot his wife a glance. But when she only smiled back, he seemed to relax. Paola continued, making sure to bend over when Ron could appreciate her backside, letting her pastel blue yoga pants entertain him; or toward him to call attention to her cleavage. She shook her hips as she moved about the room, but once she had teased him enough, Paola said, "Did your wife tell you about our new service?" "Oh, ah, no, I don't think so?" "I think she wanted to surprise you," Paola said, toying with the top button of her uniform. "Tell him about it," Shannon said, sitting on the sofa, just across the room. "We call it," Paola said, popping the button free, "Ball Emptying. Do you think you'd like that, Mr. Ron?" "Ah; what?" Ron said. "It's okay," Shannon assured him. "And the service is discounted this week, too. I thought you'd enjoy it." When Ron just gawked in confusion, Paola said, "You'll need to take your pants off, Mr. Ron." There was another pause so long that Paola wondered if the gentleman wasn't interested, but then he kicked away his shoes and began slip off his pants. "And those," Paola said, indicating his boxer briefs. The gentleman did as asked, though he kept looking to his wife for confirmation. Rich ladies are strange, Paola thought. The man's cock was magnifico: long, proud, and achingly thick; laying against his belly. And yet his wife was paying someone else to pleasure him?  Paola shrugged internally and fetched her supplies. "First let's get you nice and clean," Paola said. She slid a folded towel under the gentleman, then from a carafe poured warm water onto a cloth and began to bathe him. "Nice and clean," she repeated, kneeling with her face just inches away. The man groaned when the warm plush washcloth stroked his cock, then even more deeply when Paola used it to wet his balls. She bathed him with strokes, starting at his ball sack and along the full length of his thick and turgid shaft, across every bulging vein. A moment later, she lifted his phallus away from his belly, to wash the other side. "Feels so good," he moaned, resting a hand on her shoulder before moving it toward her tits. Too softly for Shannon to hear, Paola asked, "You want to touch them?" "Yes." So although it wasn't required as part of the service, Paola completely unbuttoned her pastel blue uniform top. "Touch me through my bra." Ron's hand found Paola's tit at the same time that her mouth found his cock. Eager hands tugging at her softness through the lacy stretch bra, quickly locating her nipple. She returned his energy, plunging her lips down the shaft until its girth stretched her. He's so perfectly hard, Paola thought. Whatever uncertainty the man felt, had melted away with her attentive mouth and hands upon him. "That's nice," he said softly. Paola took him as deeply as she could, for several pumps, before pulling back with a gasp. "I hope you enjoy it, Mr. Ron." He groaned, but said nothing more, as Paola returned to her work of licking and sucking his cock. The head was plump and velvety, and Paola explored the outline with her tongue, checking Ron's expression as she did. His eyes slid shut, and when she also began fondling on his sack he let out an even more soulful groan. Too softly for Shannon to hear, Paola asked, "Does your wife do this?" "No," he said, barely audible. Paola shot a glance at Shannon but the woman wasn't even watching. She had picked up another magazine and seemed more interested in it, than her husband getting a blowjob fifteen feet away. "Mr. Ron," she said, "when you're ready you can cum in my mouth." Then on a whim she added, "I want to taste it." The man seemed to sink further down the cushions, but he didn't stop fondling her tits. Even as Paola drew him ever closer to the brink, his hands tugged, pinched, and stroked her flesh, until deep jabs of pleasure shot through her. How long had it been since she'd been touched with such hungry confidence? With a surreptitious glance toward Shannon, Paola snagged a throw pillow, placed it between her legs, and began to grind. In Paola's mind it was only the two of them. Shannon sat nearby, Marisol sang and rattled pans in the kitchen, and Ana and Mayra buzzed back and forth, but Paola's entire world was Ron's cock. She pumped as deeply as she could manage, tickled and tugged his balls, and read the signs of his arousal. His hips moved subtly at first, then more forcefully, and seemingly of their own accord. Even breathing became rougher, then ragged, than gasping. He was close. Meanwhile, her own arousal grew. The power she held over the man, her ability to coax him so swiftly from detachment to near release, was in its own way intoxicating. His hands on her body coupled with her grind on the stiff piping trim of the pillow were doing the rest. "Paola," Ron groaned. "Oh, Paola;" She wanted to respond, to moan his name back, but that would break her rhythm. Instead, she did her best to grunt encouragement around his cock. It worked. Ron let out a sudden, harsh exhalation. His hands on Paola's tits clamped down, and with a spasm, he shot a thick spurt of cum into her mouth. "Oh fuck!" he cried out. "Fah, huck!" Though at first she jerked back in surprise, Paola's mouth welcomed spurt after spurt of man-seed. She held the bounty in her mouth, containing his cock and his cum while Ron gasped and bucked into her. It took a full minute before the last of the tremors subsided; but just before they did, Paola came too, her hips gyrating against the pillow. It wasn't an extravagant orgasm but it was unexpected, a thrill and reward on a Saturday afternoon. Her contract stated that she could spit out the cum, but instead Paola opened her mouth to show Ron. Then making sure he watched, she gulped it down. She winked. "Time for cleanup!" Shannon's Review. Ms. Shannon? This is Paola from Mais Oui. Though she had nodded off while reading, Shannon woke when her phone chimed. Good afternoon, she replied. Shortly, you'll receive the standard reminder about our services. I'm sorry to inform you that the promotional pricing for Ball Emptying is no longer available. It would be at standard bundled price now. I see. Mrs. Thorton texted back. Paola texted back, But with your loyalty and bundled discounts, I'd be happy to provide the service for the same rate you paid last week. I'd just have to be discreet about it. Shannon took a moment. If Mais Oui learned that one of their crew was going behind their backs they would not be happy. Paola might even be fired. But on the other hand, Ron had clearly enjoyed himself, and the idea of pacifying him so conveniently once again, was too tempting to pass up. Yes, let's do that. Thank you. It would be another effortless week for her. Ron's new concierge care. Perhaps it should have surprised him more. For his wife to, on a whim, let a young woman give her husband a blowjob, could be explained away as a novelty. But for Shannon to invite Paola back, confirmed a pattern. She was happy to outsource his sexual servicing. No surprise; since it had become now almost impossible for Ron to coax her into bedtime play. When the Mais Oui crew arrived, Paola now winks at Ron before heading directly to up the master suite, to clean and tidy up. After her co-workers had spread out into the other corners of the sprawling home she signaled to Ron. "It's nice to see you again, Mister Ron," she said once they were alone. Ron had returned from his golfing foursome, that morning. Shannon had just left for her weekly tennis court time, of one o' clock. "Likewise!" If Ron wasn't imagining it, Paola had given extra attention to her hair and makeup, and had already popped open the first button on her top. "Can I be honest?" Ron inquired. "Of course!" Paola said, a wide, dimpled smile spreading. "I wasn't sure Shannon would let you, uh;" Paola finished for him, "Suck your cock?" "Yes, that." She blushed then took a step closer, unbuttoned his shirt, and ran her fingers through his chest hair. "I wasn't sure she would either, but I'm glad." They kissed, tentatively at first, then with urgency as Paola pushed his shirt past his shoulders until it dropped to the floor. "You know, I'll have to clean the shower anyway. Might as well use it first." Ron hastily agreed, then stepped back to watch Paola undress. Keeping her eyes seductively on his, the Latina unbuttoned her top slowly, giving him a show. The utilitarian cotton top wasn't sexy, but the body beneath it was. Petite, slim, and soft, Paola's tits bounced when she removed her bra, and the way she shook her hips as she tugged off the uniform trousers was mesmerizing. "Muy caliente!" Ron said. Paola laughed. "You need to get naked too, Chico." In the shower, there was as much kissing and groping as there was washing. Paola was just as soft and sweet as Ron had imagined, melting against him when he kissed her, and making little sighs when his hands explored her body. She cooed when he tugged on her tits and didn't object when he slipped a finger into her slit, to find it wet from something more than the soapy water. "Back to the bed," she said huskily. He knew at once that something was different other than just the shower. Ron lay back on the bed, but instead of bending to suck him Paola flung herself on top, kissing his mouth and neck, and nuzzling against him. She whispered, "I've been thinking about you." "Oh?" "Yes." Paola was grinding against him, wiggling her hips to align their bodies. "Been thinking about this big boy," she added with a wink." "So, not just a blowjob today? I thought that;" "Don't think, Chico, just enjoy!" With a deft touch, Paola lifted Ron's cock. When she pressed her tight, hot, shaved cunt down a second later, wetness enveloped him. Ron opened his mouth to speak but Paola shushed him with a finger across his lips, her expression mischievous. She pushed, pulled back, and when she pushed again her slick pussy welcomed even more of his cock into its depths. Ron let it happen, sinking into the pillows while Paola began to ride him. She ground and slid on him with such pleasure, such energy. And she was wet. Had Shannon ever been so ready for him, so slick? "You like that, Chico?" Paola asked then, not waiting for an answer, kissed him. He kissed her back. "You feel amazing." "Yes?" Paola held the kiss, nibbling playfully at Ron's lip. "You do too; that big thing." "Big? Shannon never says that." In fact, Shannon's cunt was now so loose that Ron rarely found it rigid enough to copulate without straining himself to exhaustion. Paola laughed softly, tossing her fine black hair to the side so it tickled and teased Ron. "She don't like dick, Chico. Wife who pays someone else to fuck her husband, don't care about him." But Ron's new lover liked dick. Paola rode him vigorously, finding new angles to enjoy his cock while taking breaks to press in close alongside him to kiss and nibble his mouth and neck. "I just thought she was being nice to me. Sometimes she's too busy." "No, Mister Ron. Should I call you that?" "Just Ron is okay." "I'd like that too, Ron." Paola centered herself on him, kissing his mouth wetly while she pumped. "You have a good job, I think." "Yes. I'm the one that pays the bills." "That's what I thought." She was going slowly now, keeping them both from tumbling toward orgasm. Paola's tits and hair brushed Ron, teasing and tickling him. "She's paying me with your money, right?" "I never thought of it that way." "So, I'd like to make a bet with you, Ron." She met his eyes, a playful twist to her mouth. "What?" "My bet is that I can make you cum twice before the rest of the crew finishes their work." Ron groaned, signaling that he was already close to a first release. "What if you do?" "Then you listen to a proposal I have." "I don't see a downside." "There isn't one, Chico, but I need you to do one thing first." "Oh?" "Take control and finish me strong. Think you can do that?" There was no need for more talk. Ron put a hand on Paola's shoulder and rolled her off of him. He raised one of her leg's high and smacked her ass, drawing a surprised yelp and a giggle, then guided her into doggy position. As he reentered her, Paola let out a low groan. "Oh like that, Chico. Get it!" Though he grew dangerously close to release, Ron gave Paola the treatment she craved, driving forcefully into her from behind, their bodies slapping together. The Latina turned her head to peer back at him, but soon her eyes closed to slits and she sagged deeper into the covers. "Papi," she moaned. "Oh Papi fuck me!" Ron turned the corner, letting the cum boil up toward the tip of his cock. With a harsh exhalation he drove the final few strokes deep, then came. The exhalation turned into a groan and then a howl as cum erupted, flooding Paola's already dripping pussy. The Latina cried out, succumbing to bliss and collapsing her shoulders down on the bed, as her thighs shook, weak with orgasm. Half a minute later, his own strength depleted, Ron sagged against her. "So," Ron said, his breath still uneven, "what was that proposal you had for me?" "Ron!" Paola jabbed a finger into his side. "That was only if I made you cum twice." The two were laying on top of the tangled covers, still recovering. Ron chuckled. "Sure, but after that, no way I'll cum again. Not that I'm complaining." "Don't you remember two weeks ago?" Paola lifted Ron's soft cock and gave it a squeeze. "That was amazing," Ron admitted as the young Latina fondled his organ. "But that was still just one pop." "Oh, Chico, you got no idea what I can do." Paola adjusted her position on the bed, bent to Ron's lap, and drew his cock into her mouth. After a few heartbeats she slowly slid her mouth away then back onto him, once again cocooning his cock in her mouth. "Paola that feels really good, but," Ron didn't finish his sentence. Was it his imagination, or was his organ swelling? The young woman was incredible! "But what?" Paola asked. She released his cock, letting it slide free, but when she moved to take it back in it wouldn't quite fit. "What's happening?" she asked, winking. "Fuck!" An astonished Ron looked on while Paola teased and coaxed his rod from deflated to soft to plump. What was it about the woman? She was younger and prettier than Shannon, and certainly had better oral skills, but there was more. There was a light in her eyes when they met his, an energy and desire not just to make him cum, but an enjoyment in the act. "I thought you couldn't get hard again so soon," she said with mock innocence. "I didn't either," Ron admitted. "Hmm." Paola used her skills to get him erect, tonguing his balls and teasing the glans. But as soon as Ron was hard enough she focused on sucking him. "God  damn that's good," he groaned. "Let it happen, Chico." Paola could barely fit half of his cock past her lips now but she sucked him steadily while strings of saliva escaped to coat his balls. "Oh, oh fuck!" The Latina was drawing him closer to the brink with astounding ease. "Paola, god dammit! How are you even doing that to me?" She paused long enough to repeat, "Just let it happen." It happened. Less than a minute later, and fewer than twenty minutes after he had cum in Paola's slick pussy, Ron erupted in orgasm once more. He groaned with tortured bliss, tensed, and shot seed in her mouth in one pulse after another. Cum swirled in Paola's mouth but she waited until he was done before she swallowed it. She smiled. "Now, about that proposal." Shannon's cancellation. May we clean your home again soon? Mais Oui! Shannon followed the prompts to permanently terminate the contract. Dear valued customer: We are sorry to see you go, but we want to thank you for your loyalty. Should you decide that you once again want your home to be cleaned by the best and most professional team in your area, just let us know. And as an incentive, please accept this coupon for ten percent off of single package cleaning, or fifteen percent off for multi-package subscribers! Shannon deleted the text. Mais Oui had been great while needed, but Paola does all of the cooking and cleaning now. The young woman is amazing, really. She even brought Shannon meals some nights before going back upstairs to Ron. And the basement is a perfect maid's quarters. Shannon has her own bathroom, a little kitchenette with a mini-fridge and a microwave, and a bedroom with a TV There is a thump overhead, followed by Paola's giggling and Ron's deeper voice. A bed squeaks once, then twice more, then rhythmically. It must be after ten, Shannon realizes, the hour when more often than not her husband and the Latina typically find their way to the master suite to frolic. Yes, there it is, a string of obscenities and inducements gasped out in English and Spanish; then later the unmistakable timbre of Ron's voice as he wails with release.  Based on a post by AllenWoody, for Literotica.

Mihai Morar ți-o aduce astăzi pe singura româncă inclusă în topul celor mai bogate femei din SUA: Anastasia Soare!Lumea din care vine Anastasia este una de film: prietenă cu Jennifer Lopez, Victoria Beckham sau Naomi Campbell, primește cadouri de la Sharon Stone și vorbește despre copii cu Michelle Obama! Și totuși, nu s-a născut în lumea privilegiată de la Hollywood, unde este arhicunoscută azi, ci în Constanța. Cum a ajuns de la statutul de emigrant sosit în țara tuturor posibilităților la cel de patroană a unei companii evaluate la miliarde de dolari de azi? Afli dintr-un podcast ca un film american. Un dialog care îți arată că totul chiar este posibil, dacă ai un vis și un plan. O poveste pe care o regăsești și în cartea lansată de Anastasia: Conturul unui vis.Podcastul de azi te introduce în lumea în care majoritatea dintre noi nu vom ajunge niciodată. Decât dacă, desigur, avem puterea Anastasiei Soare.Intra în lumea Fain & Simplu, călăuzit de Mihai Morar.

Te gândești să devii antreprenor în România? În acest episod discutăm despre tranziția către antreprenoriat: de la pregătirea financiară și provocările reale, până la fiscalitate, validarea ideilor și construirea unui business sustenabil.CE VEI DESCOPERI ÎN EPISOD:Mituri despre bani și timp în antreprenoriat Deschiderea către antreprenoriat pe categorii de vârstă (16-50+ ani)Nevoi comune pentru tranziția de succes către antreprenoriatPregătire financiară: de ce ai nevoie de 6-12 luni economiiAbilități esențiale pentru antreprenori (comunicare, perseverență, vânzări)Time management vs Bugetare energetică - cum eviți burnout-ul Parteneri vs Colaboratori: cum alegi înțelept Cum să construiești o rețea de suport (mentori, comunități)CUI I SE ADRESEAZĂ EPISODUL:- Angajați care se gândesc la tranziția către antreprenoriat- Soloprenori sau freelanceri care vor să înființeze o firmă- Antreprenori la început de drum (primele 6-12 luni)- Oricine vrea să înțeleagă realitățile antreprenoriatului în RomâniaResurse:1. Podcast Founders (biografii antreprenori celebri)2. The E-Myth, Michael Gerber3. This is Marketing, Seth Godin4. Episod cu Simon Squibb: https://youtu.be/brTn6Fqk9e8 5. Tipare de stres: https://youtu.be/_JFAd6BGCgs 6. Bugetare energetică: https://youtu.be/DXff_ZNBEGgAcest episod este produs și distribuit cu susținerea E.ON Energie România.

Ziua de 800 de milioane de euro. Cele patru jaloane pe care Guvernul trebuie să le îndeplinează azi pentru a nu pierde banii UE / Ce poate face și ce speră de la Comisia Europeană (HotNews) - Strategia Națională de Apărare: pot serviciile salva țara? (DW) - Eșecul SRI în cazul traficului de identitate în favoarea rușilor. De zeci de ani, se vinde cetățenia română VIDEO (SpotMedia) - Ionuț Moșteanu se încurcă în explicațiile privind studiile. Libertatea a refăcut traseul acestora și a descoperit alte „greșeli” ale ministrului. Foaia matricolă – document (Libertatea) Guvernul n-a izbutit în 1.500 de zile să-și reformeze toate companiile, deși știa că poate pierde sute de milioane de euro (Europa Liberă) România ar fi trebuit să elimine până pe 28 noiembrie conducerile interimare și să numească, la toate companiile de stat, șefi profesioniști, selectați prin proceduri transparente și competitive. N-a izbutit. Până la aceeași dată, ar fi trebuit să demonstreze că peste 90% din companiile sale din domenii cheie – precum energia – respectă principiile de guvernanță corporativă stabilite de OCDE. N-a izbutit. La fel cum nu a reușit, deși și-a asumat că va face acest lucru încă din 2021, să adopte o lege prin care să reformeze pensiile de serviciu ale magistraților. Nota de plată va veni vineri, de la Bruxelles, de unde Bucureștiul poate afla dacă va pierde sute de milioane de euro din PNRR. Continuarea, pe pagina Europei Libere. Ziua de 800 de milioane de euro. Cele patru jaloane pe care Guvernul trebuie să le îndeplinează azi pentru a nu pierde banii UE / Ce poate face și ce speră de la Comisia Europeană (HotNews) Termenul limită pentru îndeplinirea a patru jaloane din PNRR expiră vineri, la miezul nopții. Patru jaloane care în total valorează 807 milioane de euro.  Astăzi, Premierul Bolojan urmează să convoace o ședință extraordinară de Guvern în care să adopte proiectul de lege care crește vârsta de pensionare a magistraților, a anunțat, ieri purtătoarea de cuvânt al Guvernului, Ioana Dogioiu. Este proiectul strâns legat de jalonul de 231 de milioane de euro, care avea ca termen limită 28 noiembrie.  Guvernul României speră acum să obțină o anumită sumă din toata tranșa de 231 de milioane de euro. Va folosi în fața Comisiei, argumentul că a făcut tot ce i-a stat în putință să adopte un proiect privind reducerea cheltuielilor, au declarat pentru HotNews surse guvernamentale.   Strategia Națională de Apărare: pot serviciile salva țara? (DW) Cum se pune în practică Strategia Națională de Apărare? Cine îi poate determina pe profesioniștii din instituțiile de forță să lucreze mai mult în interesul țării decât în propriul interes? Dar pe politicieni? Strategiile Naționale de Apărare adoptate de Parlament din cinci în cinci ani nu au schimbat fundamental riscurile și amenințările care vin din interior.  În actualul context, serviciile secrete ar trebui într-adevăr să fie mai implicate fiindcă războiul de la graniță aduce noi riscuri și amenințări. Dar pot aceste servicii să salveze țara?  Jurnalista DW Sabina Fati reamintește că niciunul dintre cele șase servicii secrete nu a sesizat anul trecut riscul în cazul lui Călin Georgescu, omul Moscovei care a fost pe cale să ajungă la Cotroceni. Niciunul nu a blocat primirea ilegală, pe baza unor acte false a cetățeniei române pentru 300 de ruși, dintre care unii lucrează pentru oligarhi din jurul lui Vladimir Putin. Un pașaport românesc poate fi cumpărat cu maxim 40.000 de euro. Apoi, serviciile i-au lăsat și pe alți oligarhi ruși să-și continue afacerile în România după începerea războiului inclusiv în sectoare strategice, cum e energia. Cum pot serviciile secrete românești să ajute la depistarea corupției când ele și-au pierdut credibilitatea, inclusiv pe plan extern? Un fost adjunct SRI e anchetat pentru corupție, în vreme ce șeful serviciului de spionaj e acuzat de plagiat cu probe elocvente, iar el vrea să-și scape pielea la Curtea Constituțională, unde contestă două articole din Legea învățământului superior.  Ionuț Moșteanu se încurcă în explicațiile privind studiile. Libertatea a refăcut traseul acestora și a descoperit alte „greșeli” ale ministrului. Foaia matricolă – document (Libertatea) Ministrul apărării Ionuț Moșteanu a reacționat pe Facebook după ce Libertatea a scris despre neclaritățile din CV-urile sale oficiale. Politicianul a publicat pe pagina lui din rețeaua de socializare o fotografie a unei diplome pe care afirmă că a obținut-o de la Universitatea Bioterra. Mai mult, ministrul habar nu are când a început facultatea, în toate CV-urile sale punând anul 1996, când, de fapt, anul începerii studiilor a fost 1995 conform documentelor obținute de Libertatea. Durata studiilor a fost de 5 ani, că diploma a fost obținută după sesiunea septembrie 2015 și că a fost eliberată în august 2018. Și nu a absolvit Management, ci Management Agroturistic, adică a studiat pentru a deveni șef de pensiune sau de hotel.

Analyze That 46. Cătălin Striblea a fost live cu principalele subiecte politice și sociale ale zilei. Cum arată pacea lui Trump și ce efecte are asupra României? De ce nu doborâm dronele? Un an după turul doi? Scenariul incredibil pentru București prinde contur. Căsătoriile între persoane de același sex.

Episodul de astăzi deschide o conversație necesară despre infertilitate, analize de fertilitate, pregătire și întregul parcurs medical în care mulți oameni se simt singuri. Informațiile apar adesea fragmentat, iar confuzia se instalează rapid, mai ales când emoția, așteptarea și lipsa de context vin toate în același timp.Andrada Câmpean este unul dintre oamenii care unesc aceste piese. O știu de când eram copii, iar felul în care a transformat un drum personal intens într-un sprijin clar și blând pentru sute de cupluri mi-a fost mereu un semn că ceea ce face are rădăcini adânci și autentice. Vorbește limpede, explică pe înțelesul tuturor și aduce un tip de structură pe care prea puțini o primesc atunci când încep să caute răspunsuri legate de fertilitate.În acest episod am așezat împreună întrebările pe care le aud cel mai des: unde începi, ce analize au sens, cum navighezi diferențele dintre recomandări, cum înțelegi un rezultat, ce înseamnă o pregătire reală pentru procedurile de reproducere asistată și cum arată cu adevărat sprijinul potrivit într-un astfel de proces. Mi-a fost clar, pe măsură ce vorbeam, că discuția noastră poate deveni ancoră pentru cei care au nevoie de claritate și continuitate.Dacă ești în căutarea unor explicații așezate, dacă ai început investigațiile sau dacă vrei să înțelegi mai bine prin ce trec oamenii apropiați ție, episodul acesta este un punct bun de la care să pornești.Intro (00:00)Cine este Andrada Câmpean şi cum a ajuns Ghid în infertilitate (03:49)Contextul ei medical şi prima sarcină (09:42)Ce ar fi vrut să facă diferit specialiștii la care a apelat în proces (14:13)Infertilitatea este subiect tabu, o ruşine (17:18)Ce analize trebuie să faci și în ce ordine? (22:24)De ce medicii nu știu să facă împletirile între detalii? (30:09)Am 38 de ani, pot să încep investigații de fertilitate? (33:22)Endometrioza şi o posibilă sarcină... (35:26)FIV nereuşit - o iau de la capăt? (36:35)Cât de important este să-ţi asculţi intuiţia? (39:24)Cât costă un proces - analize de fertilitate + potenţial FIV (41:38)Cum știu că e momentul să mă opresc din a încerca? (44:08)Partenerul nu vrea să-şi facă analizele (46:04)Cum îl convingi? (48:21)Două mituri legate de fertilitatea masculină (50:00)Ce poate să facă un bărbat care îşi doreşte să fie tată (51:00)Analize pentru un cuplu responsabil şi conştient (53:38)eBook-ul Dincolo de infertilitate (54:18)3 lucruri concrete pe care le ai de făcut (58:16)Primele 3 întrebări de adresat ginecologului (1:02:17)Ce şi-ar fi dorit Andrada să o mai întreb (1:05:03)Outro (1:07:52)Te invit să asculţi o conversație în care descoperi cum se întâlnesc moda, psihologia și transformările personale.

Schimbă inteligența artificială munca? Ești pregătit pentru ce urmează?În acest episod despre viitorul muncii în 2025 și dincolo de acest an, discutăm cu David Timiș (Global Communications Manager @Generation, Forbes 30 Under 30, Global Shaper @World Economic Forum) despre cum AI transformă radical piața muncii și ce trebuie să faci pentru a rămâne relevant.DATE CHEIE DIN CONVERSAȚIE:- Studiu Stanford 2024: Joburile entry-level au scăzut cu 13% din cauza AI- Industriile în creștere: Green economy și Healthcare rezistă automatizării- Skills-based hiring înlocuiește diplomele în tech, marketing, design- Carierele tip portofoliu devin noul standard profesionalCE DESCOPERI ÎN EPISOD:- Cele 2 categorii de competențe esențiale pentru era AI (AI literacy + human skills)- Cum se pregătesc companiile pentru AI (faza forming-storming)- Competențele care contează: Comunicare, Creativitate, Colaborare, Critical Thinking- Skills-based hiring: de ce diplomele devin irelevante- Riscurile reale: de ce companiile vor concedia în 2-3 ani- Educația financiară ca instrument pentru anti-fragilitate- Ce joburi rezistă automatizării și de ceDavid Timiș este Global Communications Manager la Generation (cel mai mare program global de employment), Forbes 30 Under 30, Global Shaper la World Economic Forum.A vorbit despre AI și viitorul muncii la Cambridge, Google, Comisia Europeană și numeroase companii. Expert în reconversie profesională și AI literacy.Acest episod este produs și distribuit cu susținerea E.ON Energie România.RESURSE:1. Date contact David:https://www.davidtimis.com/https://www.weforum.org/stories/authors/david-timis/https://www.linkedin.com/in/davidtimis/https://www.linkedin.com/newsletters/6972276134239469568/2. Impactul AI asupra gândirii critice:https://www.paulgraham.com/writes.htmlhttps://fs.blog/writing-to-think/https://fs.blog/why-write/3. AI Reskilling:Google AI Essentials, CourseraGoogle Prompting Essentials, CourseraPrompt Engineering for ChatGPT, CourseraGenerative AI for Everyone, CourseraAI Awakening: Implications for the Economy and Society, CourseraUnderstand How AI Impacts You and Your Government, Apolitical Foundation

Cătălin Striblea a fost live într-un interviu LEADERS cu Ramona Grațiela Milu, primul magistrat membru CSM, care acceptă să vorbească într-un podcast. De ce refuză magistrații tăierea pensiilor? Care sunt argumentele lor? Vor continua protestele? Cum se va rezolva criza magistraților?

Analyze That 45. Cătălin Striblea a fost live cu principalele subiecte politice și sociale ale zilei. Câteva soluții la criza magistraților. Unde a greșit guvernul negocierea. Lia Savonea, un portret. Cum va funcționa reforma lui Bolojan. A greșit Nicușor cu Ludovic Orban?

"Haina nu-l face pe om.” este o propoziție pe care am auzit-o ani întregi în copilărie. Venea cu ideea că esența unui om stă în felul în care se poartă, nu în hainele pe care le alege. În ultimii ani, însă, am observat cum lucrurile s-au dus într-o extremă nouă, în care această vorbă a ajuns să justifice ignorarea completă a modului în care ne prezentăm în lume. Iar imaginea, fie că recunoaștem sau nu, spune ceva despre noi. Spune în ce etapă suntem, ce simțim și ce vrem să transmitem despre identitatea noastră.Conversația cu Alexandra Ungurean, stilist personal și fondatoarea Spin of Seasons, a adus multă claritate în această direcţie, mai ales prin felul ei echilibrat de a vorbi despre stil personal și despre felul în care hainele nu sunt mască, ci instrument. Vorbește despre oameni care ajung la ea convinși că au o problemă cu garderoba, dar descoperă în proces că trec printr-o schimbare interioară reală. Vorbește despre stil ca formă de identitate, despre garderoba care rămâne blocată într-o versiune veche a omului și despre alegerile vestimentare care se schimbă atunci când se schimbă viața.Fie vedem oameni care simt că nu se mai regăsesc în hainele lor, persoane care cumpără impulsiv pentru că nu știu ce li se potrivește, fie oameni care resping complet ideea de stil personal pentru că li se pare superficială. Dar, de fapt, între aceste extreme există multă nuanță și foarte multă psihologie. Stilul personal se construiește din lucruri mici: obiceiuri, ritm, atenție la sine, transformări emoționale.În episod vorbim despre cum îți găsești stilul personal atunci când simți că te-ai schimbat, despre cum se face analiza garderobei, despre ce înseamnă personal styling și despre felul în care hainele pot susține identitatea unei persoane. Alexandra explică limpede cum recunoști hainele care ți se potrivesc, cum verifici dacă o schimbare de stil vine din interior sau din presiunea social media, și care sunt cele mai frecvente greșeli în procesul de reinventare a garderobei. Este un episod care oferă repere clare pentru oricine își dorește să aibă un stil autentic și o relație mai sănătoasă cu propria imagine.Dacă vrei să înțelegi mai bine ce înseamnă stil personal sau cum poți lucra cu un stilist personal pentru a-ți clarifica identitatea vizuală, episodul acesta o să-ți fie de ajutor.Intro (00:00)Haina îl face pe om? (03:41)Cum se vede încrederea într-un om care are hainele potrivite (04:15)Extremele în modă, când e prea mult sau prea puţin (09:05)Se poate să te îmbraci modern, dar fără să exagerezi cu trendurile (12:03)Contextele în care oamenii apelează la un stilist personal (13:46)Hainele ca instrument de integrare a emoţiilor (17:18)Cum arată procesul prin care treci împreună cu Alexandra? (22:17)Ne pedepsim prin alegerea hainelor nepotrivite (32:12)Stilul personal al unui bărbat instrument pentru mai binele lui (35:37)Tricou negru şi jeans la evenimente (40:59)Bărbaţii care nu nimeresc mărimea potrivită la haină (45:28)Costum la comandă - scump sau e doar mit? (48:27)Procesul de lucru e acelaşi pentru bărbaţi şi femei (49:49)Cât durează mai exact (51:38)Cine este Alexandra Ungurean (54:35)Outro (57:34)Te invit să asculţi o conversație în care descoperi cum se întâlnesc moda, psihologia și transformările personale.

Politicieni, artiști, oameni de cultură sau ai Bisericii continuă și astăzi să rostogolească propaganda la un secol de la apariția celei mai sângeroase mișcări extremiste și antisemite din România.De la filmele lui Sergiu Nicolaescu până la muzica hip-hop, discursul legionar a rămas o constantă în spațiul public românesc, primind doar ambalaje diferite în funcție de regim și de interesele politice.Cum a supraviețuit legionarismul în cultura și politica românească? Și cum ar trebui să ne raportăm în mod corect la personalități marcante ale culturii noastre, dar care au luat parte la mișcările de extremă dreapta? Acestea sunt doar o parte dintre temele pe care Vlad Adamescu și Răzvan Petri le discută în acest episod din Politica la minut by Recorder.

Analyze That 44. Cătălin Striblea a fost live cu principalele subiecte politice și sociale ale zilei. Ce urmează pentru Oana Gheorghiu? Cum poate fi rezolvată criza magistraților. A început criza economică. Și ce partid urmează să dispară. Așteptăm întrebările și opiniile voastre.

Te simți blocat în cariera actuală? Te gândești să faci o schimbare profesională, dar nu știi dacă e momentul potrivit sau cum să o abordezi? Mihai Zânt, antreprenor, executive coach și co-fondator Career Shift, dezvăluie tot ce trebuie să știi despre reconversiile profesionale, de la semnalele care îți arată că e timpul pentru o schimbare, până la strategii concrete de tranziție.CE DESCOPERI ÎN EPISOD:3 semnale clare că e timpul pentru o schimbareCum să distingi între impuls emoțional de moment și nevoia reală de schimbareÎntrebările cheie pe care trebuie să ți le pui înainte de o tranziție profesionalăCât timp îți permiți să cauți? Regula celor 6 luni și calculul realistCriterii de decizie la vârste diferite: 20-30 (experimentare), 30-40 (sens), 40-50 (competitivitate), 50-60 (giving back)Cum să testezi o nouă direcție profesională ÎNAINTE să te arunci completStrategii de pricing: cum să-ți stabilești salariul sau tarifele în antreprenoriatMomentele în care NU ar trebui să faci o tranziție (de exemplu, în burnout acut)Impactul AI asupra schimbărilor de carieră și cum să rămâi relevantCarieră portofoliu și roluri fracționale, noul mod de a lucraPENTRU CINE E RELEVANT EPISODUL:Persoane care simt că au nevoie de o schimbare profesională, dar nu știu dacă e momentulProfesioniști care consideră o reconversie completă sau tranziție către alt domeniuOricine vrea să treacă de la rol de angajat la antreprenoriatManageri și lideri care vor să înțeleagă mai bine dinamica schimbărilor de carierăPersoane la diferite etape de vârstă care caută claritate despre următorul pasDacă îți dorești să lucrezi cu Mihai Zânt, îl poți găsi pe Career Shift Acest episod este produs și distribuit cu susținerea E.ON Energie România. "(00:00:00) Intro""(00:04:13) 3 semnale că e timpul pentru schimbare profesională""(00:06:31) Cum distingi impulsul emoțional de nevoia reală de schimbare""(00:11:06) Criterii de decizie: ce contează la vârste diferite""(00:17:17) Întrebările cheie înainte de o tranziție""(00:18:38) Cât timp îți permiți să cauți? Calculul realist""(00:30:11) Momentele în care NU ar trebui să faci tranziția""(00:33:48) Frica vs momentul nepotrivit: cum le distingi""(00:37:32) Cum testezi o nouă direcție înainte să te arunci""(00:42:19) Career portofoliu și roluri fracționale""(00:53:38) Managementul banilor în tranziții profesionale""(00:57:03) Cum stabilești salariul pentru un nou rol""(01:04:38) Impactul AI asupra schimbărilor de carieră""(01:08:32) Manifestarea AI în companiile din România""(01:20:23) Mini ghid în 5 pași pentru schimbare profesională""(01:22:45) Resurse finale recomandate"

Perfidī diurnāriī Britannicī Tīmotheus Davie, director generālis Britannicae Societātis Divulgātiōnī, quae saepius litterīs compendiāriīs BBC vocitātur, et Deborah Turness, ēius sociētātis diurnāriīs praefecta, coāctī sunt mūneribus abdicāre, cum alia societas diurnāriōrum, quae Tēlegraphēma dīcitur, dēmonstrāvisset diurnāriōs Britannicae Societātis Divulgātiōnī ōrātiōnem praesidis Americānī partibus omissīs aliīsque falsē coniunctīs consultō et cōnsciōs dētorsisse, ut ille contrārium suae ōrātiōnis dixisse vidērētur. Nāvēs prope Americam Merīdiōnālem Britannī diē Martis inhibuērunt quōminus suī speculātōrēs Americānīs auxilium darent, cum ipsī coepissent timēre nē Americānī, quippe quī iam ad octōginta narcotromocratās et mercātōrēs venēnī indemnātōs per mare Caribbicum interfēcissent, iūs gentium violārent. Eōdem diē ad mare Caribbicum advēnit duodecima Americāna classis, Thomā Moninger thalassiarchō, cūius praetōria et āeroplānigera nāvis, Geraldus Ford nōmine, est omnium longārum nāvium maxima. Adsunt etiam secundus exercitus classicōrum, Calvertō Worth imperātōre, cūius nāvis praetōria et helicopterigera appellātur Īwō Jīma; necnōn aliae longae nāvēs missilibus refertae atque etiam nāvēs subaquāneae. Tot et tantīs copiīs convocātīs, quoniam Venetiolānus tyrannus illēgitimus illēgitimō commerciō venēnī lucrātur quō cīvēs Americānī necantur, iūs gentium longē vehementius violārī potest. Magistrātūs Americānī quingentiēns centēna mīlia nummōrum prōmittunt eī, quīcumque Nīcolāum Madūrō tyrannum Venetiolānōrum in dīciōnem reddiderit Americānam. Starmer nōn labefactus Keir Starmer, minister prīmārius Britannōrum quī favōre populī vix fruitur, nēgāvit sē rūmōribus labefactum esse, neque sē in suōs ministrōs neque illōs in sē coniūrāre. Rēspūblica solitō mōre administrātur Senātōrēs factiōnis sinistrae sīve Dēmocraticae, quī quadrāginta diēs recūsāverant nē pecūniam magistrātibus ērogārent ad rempūblicam gerendam, cum nihil quod sperāverant efficere posse vidērentur, manūs tandem dedērunt. Itaque satis pecūniae ērogātur ut magistrātūs rempūblicam diēs gerant septuāginta. Quod comitia populāria ad senātōrēs ēligendōs annō proximō habēbuntur, fierī vix posse vidētur quōminus tālēs rixae iterum iterumque incommoda dītiōribus commeātū āeriō interdictīs et prōlētāriīs congiāriō prīvātīs miseriās afferant. al-Sharā in Americā Ahmed al-Sharā, quī ōlim al-Jolānī vocitābātur, praeses Sȳrōrum, Vasintōniam urbem vīsitāvit diē Lūnae, ubi cum praeside Americānō collocūtus est dē lēge Caesariānā abrogandā. Nam illa lex, quae commercium inter Americānōs et Bashar Assad tyrannum Sȳrōrum interdīxerat, eōdem tyrannō in exilium expulsō nunc obstat, nē post bellum cīvīle Sȳrōrum rēs renoventur. Terror in Indiā Pakistaniāque In capitibus tam Indiae quam Pakistaniae gemina pyrobola dīrupta sunt, quibus ad vigintī hominēs sunt interfectī. Pax tamen, quam mēnse Māiō praeses Americānus utrīque gentī suāsit, manet, dum quaestiō in auctōrēs terrōris habētur. Ūcrāīnēnsēs pecūniā corruptī Cum quaestiō dē pecūlātiōne corruptiōneque in Ūcrāīnā habērētur, ministrī tam iūstitiae quam energīae præfectī honōribus officiīsque sē abdīcāvērunt, ut quī coniūrātī referrentur in pecūlātiōnem. Timur Mindich, amīcus praesidis Ūcrāīnēnsium, quī fōns et princeps coniūrātiōnis esse putātur, fūgit. Mīliēns centēna mīlia nummōrum sublāta esse feruntur. Comitia in Chiliā habenda Diē Sōlis Chiliēnsēs populāria suffrāgia ferent. Doctī hominēs quī populārem ōpīniōnem metiuntur referunt scelera, mīgrātiōnem, gregēs coniūrātōrum latrōnum animōs cīvium magis occupāre quam rem oeconomicam, salūtem pūblicam, īnstitūtiōnem puerōrum. Quamquam Chilēnsēs inter tūtissimās gentēs merīdiōnālis Americae manent, numerus tamen hominum ā percussōribus occīsōrum inter decennium est bis auctus. Quod nōn sēiungitur ab auctō numerō Venetiolānōrum, quī in Chiliēnsium fīnēs ingressī sunt, unde fit ut Chilēnsēs nōmen “Trāminis Arāguae” audīre coeperint. Sinēnsēs Iāpōnēs reprobant Sanaē Takaīchī coram senātū Iāpōnum dīxit sibi necesse vidērī respondēre, sī Formōsa īnsula, quae suī iūris est, ā Sinēnsibus oppugnārētur. Quod Sīnēnsibus, utpote quī Formōsam īnsulam, quae suī iūris est, in suā dīciōne esse falsē dīcerent, offēnsiōnem praebuit. Negāvit autem Takaīchī ab oppositō senātōre diē Lūnae rogāta sē posse nunc negāre Iāpōnēs arma atomica invēntūrōs, factūrōs, habitūrōs. Sola enim est terra Iāpōnica, in quam arma atomica adhibita erant, unde diū negābātur nē Iāpōnēs arma atomica possidērent.

Mirela Nemțanu și Mihai Morar ne poartă printr-un univers necunoscut: ultimele clipe de viață.Sfârșitul este o certitudine pentru noi toți. Însă câți ne gândim la el? Ce înseamnă? Cum va veni? Ce vom simți? Sfârșitul pe această lume este, pentru majoritatea, ceva incert și îndepărtat. Însă pentru aproape 200.000 de romani anual este certitudinea palpabilă iminentă, aflată uneori, la doar câteva ore distanță. Alături de ei, peste 20.000 de copii se sting, an de an, fără să aibă ocazia să ajungă vreodată oameni mari.Sunt oamenii la care statul român a renunțat. Pentru care nu face absolut nimic, deși și ieșirea din viață este la fel de importantă ca însăși viața. De ei se ocupă doar câteva ONG uri și fundații. Care fac treaba statului. Gratis!Hospice Casa Speranței este fundația medicală care oferă acestor oameni un sfârșit demn. Îngrijire medicală celor aflați în stadiul terminal, consiliere psihologică familiilor. Oferind, în mod neașteptat... speranță.Cunoaște-i pe oamenii care au trecut deja marele prag spre care ne îndreptăm toți. Și descoperă ceea ce ei au aflat în ultimele clipe: ce contează cu adevărat în viață.Un dialog între Mirela Nemțanu și Mihai Morar despre viitorul nostru, al tuturor.La Fain & Simplu.

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At long last Shannon gets to talk about the book she's been planning on since the last Halloween episode — The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. We first discuss the Aesthetic Movement of the 19th century and a tiny bit of the life of Oscar Wilde before we jump into the book itself. Then Bryce gifts you with an abbreviated history of metal music. Get a notepad ready to take notes because he gives you a LOT of information! Happy Halloween! Show Notes: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde: Oscar Wilde Official Website: http://www.cmgww.com/historic/wilde/ Oscar Wilde: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar_Wilde Aestheticism: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aestheticism Decadent Movement: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decadent_movement The Aesthetic Movement by Fiona McCarthy: https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2011/mar/26/aestheticism-exhibition-victoria-albert-museum Aesthetic Movement in England by Walter Hamilton: https://archive.org/details/aestheticmovemen00hamiuoft Oscar WIlde's Cello Coat: https://oscarwilde.blog/2018/01/04/oscar-wildes-cello-coat/ The Picture of Dorian Gray: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Picture_of_Dorian_Gray# Metal music: VH1 Documentary https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AR78XBi_nAE&t=13s https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_and_roll https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birmingham#History https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Sabbath#History https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_Zeppelin This is Spinal Tap amps go to 11 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMSV4OteqBE https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychedelic_rock https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satanic_panic https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parents_Music_Resource_Center https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_metal_genres https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dimebag_Darrell https://www.rollingstone.com/feature/behind-the-murder-of-dimebag-darrell-233541/ Songs list: Little Richard, Tutti Frutti - Here's Little Richard 1957 James Brown, Shout and Shimmy - Good, Good Twistin' With James Brown 1962 Chuck Berry, School Day - After School Session 1957 The Beatles, Love Me Do - Please Please Me 1963 Black Sabbath, Wasp/Behind the Wall of Sleep/Bassically/N.I.B. - Black Sabbath 1970 Led Zeppelin, Good TImes Bad TImes - Led Zeppelin I 1969 Led Zeppelin, Dazed and Confused - Led Zeppelin I 1969 Tenacious D, Karate - Tenacious D 2001 Worm Shepherd, The Anguished Throne - Hunger 2024 Humble Pie, As Safe As Yesterday Is - As Safe As Yesterday Is 1969 Deep Purple, Smoke on the Water - Machine Head 1972 Back Sabbath, Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath 1970 Black Sabbath, War Pigs - Paranoid 1970 Steppenwolf, Born to be Wild - self titled 1968 Alice Cooper, Poison - Trash 1989 KISS, Sure Know Something - Dynasty 1979 AC/DC, TNT - High Voltage 1976 Judas Priest, Realms of Death - Stained Class 1978 Motorhead, Ace of Spades - Ace of Spades 1980 13th Floor Elevators, You're Gonna Miss Me - 7th Heaven Music of the Spheres 1966 Chelsea Grin, Cursed - My Damnation 2011 The Damned, New Rose - Damned Damned Damned 1977 Judas Priest, Breaking the Law - British Steel 1980 Candlemass, Solitude - Epicus Doomicus Metallicus 1986 Venom, Black Metal - In League With Satan 1981 Van Halen, You Really Got Me - Van Halen 1978 Black Sabbath, Neon Knights - Heaven and Hell 1980 Black Sabbath, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath - Sabbath Bloody Sabbath 1973 Def Leppard, Photograph - Pyromania 1983 Quiet Riot, Cum on Feel the Noize - Metal Health 1983 Mercyful Fate, Evil - Melissa 1983 Frank Zappa, We're Turning Again - Frank Zappa Meets the Mothers of Prevention 1985 Cannibal Corpse, Hammer Smashed Face - Tomb of the Mutilated 1992 Kreator, People of the Lie - Coma of Souls 1990 Napalm Death, Suffer the Children - Harmony Corruption 1990 Helloween, I Want Out - Keeper of the Seven Keys, Pt. 2 1988 TOOL, Sober - Undertow 1993 Linkin Park, One Step Closer - Hybrid Theory 2000 Pantera, Walk - Vulgar Display of Power 1992 Finntroll, Jaktens Tid - Jaktens Tid 2001 Slaughter to Prevail, Demolisher - Kostolom 2019 Other appearances: Chris Shelton interviewed us in the beginning of a series on Mormonism on his Speaking of Cults series. He has had MANY different fascinating people on so go take a look! Here is the whole playlist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpGuS7GcsgA&list=PLGrPM1Pg2h72ADIuv8eYmzrJ-ppLOlw_g Email: glassboxpodcast@gmail.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/GlassBoxPod Patreon page for documentary: https://www.patreon.com/SeerStonedProductions BlueSky: @glassboxpodcast.bsky.social Other BlueSky: @bryceblankenagel.bsky.social and @shannongrover.bsky.social Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/glassboxpodcast/ Merch store: https://www.redbubble.com/people/exmoapparel/shop Or find the merch store by clicking on "Store" here: https://glassboxpodcast.com/index.html One time Paypal donation: bryceblankenagel@gmail.com Venmo: @Shannon-Grover-10