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Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1 The Summer of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Way back in 1977, I was a naive 18-year-old. Summer was here and I wanted to spend it having fun. I was going to start college in the fall and luckily, didn't have to work. Mom and Dad were fortunate and made good money. He was the VP of Advertising and Marketing for a major energy company and Mom was actually a successful author. I had a generous allowance and a car (a white '73 BMW) It had been Dad's, and he gave it to me at graduation. I guess I should tell you about myself. I was a blonde-haired, skinny white boy with blue eyes and a big dick. Not that I'd done anything with it. It was just genetics. I knew I was bigger than my friends, but none of the girls I knew were aware of that and I was too shy to advertise it. Hell, I wasn't even sure what to do with it. My first experiments with jacking off were surprising and yet disappointing. I wanted a woman. But as I said, I was painfully shy around the females of the species. My best friend throughout school had been Rick Bateman. Rick had joined the Navy after graduating, and was off at boot camp. Well, one day his Mom called. She said that with Rick gone, she needed help with a few things involving the pool and asked if I would come over. My Mom of course said yes without even asking me. "Todd, go on over to Olivia Bateman's and give her a hand with her pool." I rang the doorbell and she let me in. "Thank you for coming over Todd! I was hoping you weren't too busy." "Not at all Mrs. Bateman," I replied. "Just listening to albums." "That's nice, Rick likes the Eagles. Do you?" "Oh yeah! They're awesome!" She led me out into the back yard, Like most people in our neighborhood, she had a pool. "With Rick around, I never hired a pool service, but now; I'm here alone, and I would rather hire the maintenance done." She gestured at the pool. Since Rick had been gone, it had accumulated a layer of leaves. "No problem," I said. I'll take care of it." She went inside and I set to work. Amazingly it wasn't too bad. I was finishing up when I heard her come outside again. Now their pool was inside a privacy fence but when I turned around I was surprised. She was wearing a white bathrobe. Outside. In June. Looking back I can say Mrs. Bateman was about 5'7", 130 to 140 pounds, and very curvy. Her tits had to be in the double to triple D range. Her wavy dark brown hair was worn most often loose and reached her shoulders. Of course, although I acknowledged her as attractive for a middle-aged woman, she was forty-one years old, but I hadn't really thought of her in a sexual way. I'd known her and Rick for twelve years. Her husband had passed away about six years earlier from cancer. As I stared she dropped the robe onto a chaise. She was completely naked. She slowly walked over to the pool and down the steps. She finally turned to face me when she was waist-deep. "I just love having a pool!" she said smiling. "And I hate the idea of paying someone to tend to it. Do you think you could do it for me, Todd?" "Umm; I guess so." I automatically answered. "Wonderful!" She turned over and floated on her back, slowly going the length of the pool. She turned and swam back then faced me again. "Well, Todd?" "Huh?" I stared at her big tits as they floated in full view. "Are you coming in?" "Uh;" "Todd, when a woman gets naked and invites you to skinny dip with her; you really should. Wouldn't you rather touch these than just stare at them?" she said as she cupped her breasts. Okay, as I said earlier, I was awkward and nervous around girls and not experienced or confident. But the offer finally overcame my shyness and I quickly stripped and dove in. Now the view of her big breasts had aroused me somewhat, but my nervousness had prevented a full-blown hard-on. I suddenly found myself in front of her and she slipped her arms around me and pulled me close. She kissed me and I felt her breasts pressing into me. I felt my erection growing. She did too; and reached down to grasp the thick rod. No one had ever done that. I almost came right then. But she was experienced enough to realize how careful she had to be. She smiled and released me after a moment. "My, you are blessed, aren't you, Todd? Why aren't the girls all over you?" I blushed. "I...uh;" "Oh? Really? You're still a virgin? Well, that won't do. That won't do at all. Here," she patted the edge of the pool, "sit up here. I want to visit Mr. Todd for a while" As I sat on the pool edge she spread my legs wide, then toyed and stroked my cock gently while smiling at me. "Such a nice, big cock." she said. Then she kissed it, licked it up and down, and finally slipped it into her mouth. She sucked on it as she stroked it. Her grip was firm. I reclined back and rested on my elbows. In no time, I knew I was going to cum. I tried to warn her but she ignored me and I blew my load into her mouth. Mrs. Bateman didn't miss a beat and continued to swallow it all as she stroked my jerking cock. I was stunned. I didn't know that was a thing. I had no idea a woman would do that. Of course, all I knew was that:  you touched a girl, she got wet, you got hard, you stuck it in, thrust until you came. Period. I truly knew no more than that. I had a lot to learn. Mrs. Bateman finally finished and smiled at me. She continued to play with my cock. "What? Did that surprise you, Todd?" "Yeah; you just;" "Swallowed your cum," she said matter-of-factly. "Some women like to. Some don't. I assume no one ever did that for you before." I shook my head. "Well, I like to. Especially with young guys. Otherwise, you might not last long once we start fucking." My eyes popped. "Oh yes! I intend to fuck you, Todd. What do you think about that? I intend to fuck you today, and if you're good enough, all summer long." She took my hands and pulled me into the pool with her. She kissed me again and again, slowly teaching me to do it right. I squeezed her tits and she guided me to be gentle and allowed me to kiss and suck on them. See I loved big tits. Always have. My girlfriends had laughed at my infatuation with big knockers, and two of my slutty classmates had let me see and touch them. One had let me kiss and suck a bit. She might have been a C cup at best. These big, beautiful things were amazing! They were huge, soft, round and firm all at the same time. Her areola were large tan ovals and her nipples were thick stubs. I squeezed, kissed, sucked and played with them as she smiled and giggled. "Boys! Every one of you are titty-crazy! Come sit on the 3rd step up. I'll sit below you. Now wrap your arms around me and let my tits know how much you like them" I was giddy with enthusiasm and soon I had her nipples poking out firmly. " You just can't get enough of my big titties huh? Well go on, enjoy yourself!" She said and laughed, as she leaned back against my chest. But a minute later she spun around to face me, kneeling, and pulled my face to hers and kissed me again. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My last girlfriend had allowed only a few French kisses and this was thrilling. Mrs. Bateman also began to fondle my turgid cock again, and when I was good and stiff, she climbed up the steps from the pool and lay on the padded double chaise lounge. She spread her legs and toyed with her pussy. I followed and as I mounted her, she took my cock and guided me into her. She was wet and warm and it felt fantastic. She was still holding my rather thick cock and coached me to use short strokes in and out until I could fit deep inside of her. "Oh god, Todd! That's it; nice and slow. God, you're so big! Oh, that feels so good! Yes, yes; that's it; oh so good, oh so good!" We fucked nice and slow for a few minutes and then I warned her I was cumming again. She laughed and grabbed my hips and held me deep. "Go ahead Todd, cum in me! Give it to me!" I couldn't hold back and came, emptying my load deep inside of her. "God! Yes! That feels so good!" she moaned. When I had finished, I pulled out and collapsed onto the chaise. Mrs. Bateman began to play with her pussy and the flood of cum, thrusting her fingers in deep and rubbing it all over her pussy. "Not bad;" she said. "A nice big cock, lots of cum; but you need training and practice. If you keep quiet about it; this is going to be an amazing summer." Mrs. Bateman and I had sex again before she sent me home. I was fortunate that my parents were too busy and disinterested to notice my shit-eating grin. The next day Mrs. Bateman "hired" me to help her with her rental properties. Mom and Dad bought it and thereafter, my daily disappearances were ignored.     I would arrive at her home and we would fuck immediately. This could be in any room of the house or at the pool. We fucked in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, guest rooms, even Rick's room, with the Eagles latest album playing on the stereo.  One day she led me into the garage and I fucked her across the hood of her '73 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. She was wearing a nice skirt and shiny satin blouse, and as we kissed and groped, I found she was wearing no panties and was soaking wet. As I played with her pussy, she opened her blouse and lifted her braless tits out. I bent her over the hood and took her from behind as she shouted encouragement at me. After a bit, she pushed me away and rolled onto her back with her hips on the fender and her legs in the air. As I fucked her, she played with her tits and moaned. When we finished, I had to back the car out and wash it. Oh and she insisted that I always call her either Mrs. Bateman, Ma'am, or Mistress. Never Olivia or any affectionate nickname. I understand now that it was to keep me from becoming too casual in public. But at the time it was also fun. I would step up behind her in the living room and reach around to cup her huge tits. Nibbling on her neck I would whisper. "God, Mrs. Bateman you are so sexy! I just can't help myself. I want to fuck you so bad!" "Oh Todd," she would reply, "if you insist." She would bend over the sofa and I would lift her skirt and finger her pussy before slipping my cock into her wet folds and snug, warm depths. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, that feels so good!" I would moan. "You feel good too Todd. such a big thick cock!" Then after pumping into her cunt for a while. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum Mrs. Bateman!" Sometimes she would let me cum inside her, sometimes she would turn and suck me off. Once she didn't turn fast enough and I sprayed my load all over her face and the front of her dress. I expected her to be angry but she simply smiled. "I'm sorry Mrs. Bateman!" "That's okay, it happens," she said as she wiped the cum from her face and sucked on her fingers. "But this dress; come help me change." This went on almost daily for three full weeks. I was coming home tired and my cock was sore, but I was thrilled. I mean this woman wanted a lot of sex! We were fucking at least three times a day! I learned to be a good fuck, of course, but more than that, she taught me to be a great kisser, a skilled cunnilinguist, and an attentive lover. I learned foreplay, physical and mental, and to focus on pleasing her, knowing that the journey to her orgasm was fun and pleasing to me and that my own orgasm was always just minutes after hers. It was thrilling to feel her pussy squeezing my cock as she came. That, coupled with her vocalizations (be they cries of pleasure, squeals of delight, or shouts of ecstasy) always made me cum. And beyond all that, she was paying me cash every Friday to keep up the illusion that I had a legitimate job. I thought I was in heaven. Man, was I wrong. Overnighters. July 1st was on Friday. Mom and Dad had wanted to go on vacation that week and the next. I didn't, of course and Mrs. Bateman came up with the ruse that one of her renters was moving and we had to clean the place, paint, and prep it for the next renter that week. Mom was upset, but Dad said it was a good experience;  and I was left behind. I wanted to spend the night at her home but figured Mom would call me nightly to check on me. Mrs. Bateman instead came over and spent the night in my bed Thursday night. We made love for what seemed like hours and my bed was soaked. She simply threw a towel over the wetness and went to sleep. This was the first time in my life that I had a woman sleep with me. I mean she went to sleep in my arms. I discovered that amazing feeling of a soft, sensual body pressed against mine. The next morning I woke up with the typical morning woodie but she wasn't interested until she'd had a chance to wake up and get some coffee. We did fool around elsewhere in the house, even going sixty-nine across my parent's bed. Then she said she had some things to do and told me to come over at four with an overnight bag. Discrete with Diane. When I arrived, there was another car in her driveway. A nice cream colored Mercedes 450SLC. A convertible with the heart of a sports car. When I went in, using the side door for appearance sake as she always insisted, I found Mrs. Bateman sitting in the living room with another woman. Mrs. Bateman was in her favorite wing chair, attired in a red skirt and white blouse. She waved me in. "Ah, here he is," she said. "Todd this is Diane, Diane, Todd," she made the introductions. Diane stood and sized me up. She was tall, in her heels she matched my 5'11". Her hair was blonde and she was a bit more slender than Mrs. Bateman with smaller tits. She was tanned and her sleeveless dress was white with a deep V front and a fully pleated skirt. As she stepped closer I couldn't help but glance at her cleavage. Diane traced the V with one finger and smiled. The other hand she placed on my cheek. To my surprise she kissed me. A nice deep, long kiss. A second kiss followed and I felt her hand slide down to my crotch where it squeezed my growing cock. As she stepped back, she grinned. "Oh yes, he'll do nicely." She kissed me again, this time with more passion. My hands found her waist and slid up her back. I had no idea why this strange woman was doing this but damn, I wasn't going to turn it down. She broke the kiss and walked away. Picking up her purse and a small bag, she went up the stairs. I watched her long legs in that swishing skirt and stood there grinning. Finally, as she disappeared from view the enchantment was broken. Mrs. Bateman stood and came over, wrapping her arms around me. "What's going on?" I asked. "Oh Todd, it's quite simple. You are going to go up to the guest room and fuck her brains out. The same way you fuck me." "What?" "Yes, she's waiting to fuck you. So go fuck her. Give her what she wants, any way she wants, for as long as she wants. Be polite and patient and above all, ask no questions!" "She wants to have sex with me?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, don't look so shocked! Look, if she met you somewhere else and hit on you, suggested having sex, wouldn't you do it?" "Umm; Well before you started fucking me, yeah. But now that we're fucking.;" Mrs. Bateman smiled, "And if you want to keep fucking me, you'll go up there and please her, like I know you can. Think of it as practice." She swatted my ass and pointed to the stairs. "Go." I knocked on the door but it was slightly ajar. I went in and closed it behind me. Diane was standing at the foot of the bed. With barely a sound, the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor around her ankles. She paused a moment to let me gaze at her naked body. She was nicely tanned except for the white skin of her bikini area. The stark tan lines were strangely erotic, obviously she tanned in a small string bikini. Her tits were about a C cup and her areola large and round with little pink nipples. Her waist was slim, and her hips round and firm. She was proud of her body and liked showing it off it seemed. "Your turn," she said. I stripped and as my growing cock was freed, she grinned broadly. She climbed onto the bed and uncrossed her legs, revealing a pussy covered in short, sandy straight hair. "I'm told you have a talented tongue; Show me." I started with kisses on her ankles and slowly moved up each leg to her knees and then up her inner thighs. By the time I reached her pussy she was gasping and breathing rapidly. I could smell her arousal and she was already quite wet, beads of fluid lined her inner lips and she tasted sweet. I did my best to focus on pleasing her as Mrs. Bateman had taught me. Soon her hips were rocking and her hands were squeezing her breasts. A cry of ecstasy and a gush of juices confirmed her orgasm. I lapped up the tasty wetness and looked up at her. "Oh god!" she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me now!" I slid my knob against her wet slit and pushed it in. She was so wet it slid in easily. A few thrusts and I was all the way in. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she panted. I held it deep and kissed her, then she grabbed my head and stared deep into my eyes. "Fuck me!" I started thrusting in and out and she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Soon I rose to my elbows and picked up the pace. Her pussy was making wet squishy sounds and her tits were bouncing. I couldn't last and came, pumping my load in her. She gasped. "Oh god! Oh god no! Not yet! Don't stop! Oh no!"     I sat up to catch my breath and as I pulled out I could see the cum start to flow out of her pussy. I found it weirdly erotic. Very erotic. Mrs. Bateman usually either played with it, ignored it, or wiped it up with tissues. I'd never actually watched it. I reached down and toyed with it, running my fingers through it and spreading it over her pussy. Diane was watching too. I spread a glob over her clit and she twitched and gasped. I slipped two fingers inside of her and she moaned. I stroked the inside of her pussy behind her clit and she bit her lip and groaned. I kept it up and she was soon gasping and trembling. She started pinching her nipples as I stroked faster and faster. Cum was everywhere. Then she threw her head back and cried out, "Oh Fuck! Gah!" My cock was hard again and I shoved it in, pushing all the way in one, hard, violent thrust. "Ah! Oh Fuck!" she screamed. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock, squeezing and releasing over and over again. Diane grabbed my hand and placed it over her mouth and screamed again and again. I started thrusting. Slowly pulling out until only my knob was inside then thrusting hard, slamming our bodies together. Each time, she screamed into my hand. I began thrusting faster and she started sucking my cum drenched fingers. Soon I was up on my knees, gripping her legs and pounding her furiously. Diane was gasping, and moaning, and weeping as she grabbed and pulled on the sheets. I had no idea what I was doing, only that I couldn't stop. I was overcome with desire, and passion, and need. I have no idea how long I fucked like that, but finally felt the release coming and came again. I finished and pulled out, watching again the flow of cum from her reddened pussy. At some point Diane had stopped being coherent and was limp with her eyes rolled back and simply lay there moaning and humming. I lay next to her and cradled her head. After a minute, her eyes focused on me and she smiled. I kissed her and pushed the hair from her face. I laid down and she rolled onto her side next to me. She lifted one leg up and over me and I could feel the wetness on my hip. After a bit I dozed off. I was awakened by Diane, stirring and sitting up. She smiled at me and went into the bathroom. When she came out she seemed more composed and sat next to me. She gently toyed with my flaccid cock. "That; That was amazing." "Thank you." I softly replied. "I; I, uh; I came, uh; I came a lot. I've never; had that happen, that intense, that; long. God, a part of me wants to do it again. But I don't think I could take another session like that." "So we take it easy this time," I said. My cock was growing as she played with it. Diane smiled and straddled me. We kissed and I caressed her hips and back as she rubbed her pussy against my cock. She reached down and guided it into her pussy, and slowly slid down onto it. I let her ride me at her pace. She liked it slow and I caressed her thighs, hips, waist and breasts as she rose and fell. The slow pace was nice, I relaxed and studied her, my mind wandering. Who was she? I couldn't recall exactly where I'd seen her, yet she did seem familiar. She was admittedly sexy, yet mature. I guessed she was in her late thirties at the most. I felt like she was a trophy wife, she had that air about her. The realization that I was probably fucking somebody's wife didn't upset me. If anything it made me feel special. Damn lucky in fact. And if she wanted to meet again? I knew I wouldn't turn it down. Mrs. Bateman suddenly leapt into my mind. What was going on? Why had she allowed me to fuck this woman? How did they know each other? Was she indeed going to continue to fuck me after this? And if I could fuck only one of them, which would it be? Diane whoever-she-was was amazing, yet Mrs. Bateman had those huge tits and loved to suck my cock... I was jerked from my musings as Diane leaned down and kissed me. Her tits pressed into my chest. "God dammit Todd! I can't stand it! Fuck me again, fuck me hard and make me cum!" I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out. Faster and faster as she rocked forward on her knees. Her tits were in my face and I began to suck one. I squeezed her ass and pounded her pussy. Diane screamed into the pillow a minute later. "God! Yes! Ah!" I wanted to finish, to cum again, but I wasn't sure how much more it might take. Diane ended it for me, she slid down hard onto my cock and squeezed me tightly with her arms, legs and pussy. She held me tightly as she quivered for a minute or two, then slowly relaxed. She stayed on top and my cock relaxed inside of her. Finally she rose up and looked in my face. "God, you are so good!" she said and kissed me. "I, I have got to stop," she muttered. "I don't want to...but I'm so sore." Slowly she sat up and rolled off of me. My cock plopped wetly from her pussy. She bent and kissed me again. "Damn, you're a good lover. But I need time to heal after a fucking like this." She admitted. She stumbled into the bathroom, taking her dress with her. I lay there feeling awesomely happy. After a while Diane came out of the bathroom. She was dressed and composed. Only her smile gave anything away. I sat up. "Will I see you again?" I asked. "Look, if you do see me, anywhere except in this room, you must ignore me. Understand?" "Yes, I get it. But you are coming back then?" She paused, then grinned, "Oh dammit Todd, that was the best sex I've ever had! Of course I'm coming back!" She kissed me again and left the room. I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Mrs. Bateman was there. She smiled at me and then looked at the wet, crumpled sheets. She reached out and wiped up some of the wetness. Holding her hand to her face she inhaled deeply and grinned. "I love the smell of hot, wet sex," she said. "Call me sick if you want, but it turns me on.' She walked over to me and gently caressed my cock. "She didn't break you, and it sounded like you pleased her. I'm proud of you Todd. I knew you'd be a great fuck." She pointed to an envelope on the nightstand. "That's yours." Curious, I opened it. Inside were twenty dollar bills, I quickly counted them. "Two hundred bucks?" "Yes, that's all yours." To be continued. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1 The Summer of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Way back in 1977, I was a naive 18-year-old. Summer was here and I wanted to spend it having fun. I was going to start college in the fall and luckily, didn't have to work. Mom and Dad were fortunate and made good money. He was the VP of Advertising and Marketing for a major energy company and Mom was actually a successful author. I had a generous allowance and a car (a white '73 BMW) It had been Dad's, and he gave it to me at graduation. I guess I should tell you about myself. I was a blonde-haired, skinny white boy with blue eyes and a big dick. Not that I'd done anything with it. It was just genetics. I knew I was bigger than my friends, but none of the girls I knew were aware of that and I was too shy to advertise it. Hell, I wasn't even sure what to do with it. My first experiments with jacking off were surprising and yet disappointing. I wanted a woman. But as I said, I was painfully shy around the females of the species. My best friend throughout school had been Rick Bateman. Rick had joined the Navy after graduating, and was off at boot camp. Well, one day his Mom called. She said that with Rick gone, she needed help with a few things involving the pool and asked if I would come over. My Mom of course said yes without even asking me. "Todd, go on over to Olivia Bateman's and give her a hand with her pool." I rang the doorbell and she let me in. "Thank you for coming over Todd! I was hoping you weren't too busy." "Not at all Mrs. Bateman," I replied. "Just listening to albums." "That's nice, Rick likes the Eagles. Do you?" "Oh yeah! They're awesome!" She led me out into the back yard, Like most people in our neighborhood, she had a pool. "With Rick around, I never hired a pool service, but now; I'm here alone, and I would rather hire the maintenance done." She gestured at the pool. Since Rick had been gone, it had accumulated a layer of leaves. "No problem," I said. I'll take care of it." She went inside and I set to work. Amazingly it wasn't too bad. I was finishing up when I heard her come outside again. Now their pool was inside a privacy fence but when I turned around I was surprised. She was wearing a white bathrobe. Outside. In June. Looking back I can say Mrs. Bateman was about 5'7", 130 to 140 pounds, and very curvy. Her tits had to be in the double to triple D range. Her wavy dark brown hair was worn most often loose and reached her shoulders. Of course, although I acknowledged her as attractive for a middle-aged woman, she was forty-one years old, but I hadn't really thought of her in a sexual way. I'd known her and Rick for twelve years. Her husband had passed away about six years earlier from cancer. As I stared she dropped the robe onto a chaise. She was completely naked. She slowly walked over to the pool and down the steps. She finally turned to face me when she was waist-deep. "I just love having a pool!" she said smiling. "And I hate the idea of paying someone to tend to it. Do you think you could do it for me, Todd?" "Umm; I guess so." I automatically answered. "Wonderful!" She turned over and floated on her back, slowly going the length of the pool. She turned and swam back then faced me again. "Well, Todd?" "Huh?" I stared at her big tits as they floated in full view. "Are you coming in?" "Uh;" "Todd, when a woman gets naked and invites you to skinny dip with her; you really should. Wouldn't you rather touch these than just stare at them?" she said as she cupped her breasts. Okay, as I said earlier, I was awkward and nervous around girls and not experienced or confident. But the offer finally overcame my shyness and I quickly stripped and dove in. Now the view of her big breasts had aroused me somewhat, but my nervousness had prevented a full-blown hard-on. I suddenly found myself in front of her and she slipped her arms around me and pulled me close. She kissed me and I felt her breasts pressing into me. I felt my erection growing. She did too; and reached down to grasp the thick rod. No one had ever done that. I almost came right then. But she was experienced enough to realize how careful she had to be. She smiled and released me after a moment. "My, you are blessed, aren't you, Todd? Why aren't the girls all over you?" I blushed. "I...uh;" "Oh? Really? You're still a virgin? Well, that won't do. That won't do at all. Here," she patted the edge of the pool, "sit up here. I want to visit Mr. Todd for a while" As I sat on the pool edge she spread my legs wide, then toyed and stroked my cock gently while smiling at me. "Such a nice, big cock." she said. Then she kissed it, licked it up and down, and finally slipped it into her mouth. She sucked on it as she stroked it. Her grip was firm. I reclined back and rested on my elbows. In no time, I knew I was going to cum. I tried to warn her but she ignored me and I blew my load into her mouth. Mrs. Bateman didn't miss a beat and continued to swallow it all as she stroked my jerking cock. I was stunned. I didn't know that was a thing. I had no idea a woman would do that. Of course, all I knew was that:  you touched a girl, she got wet, you got hard, you stuck it in, thrust until you came. Period. I truly knew no more than that. I had a lot to learn. Mrs. Bateman finally finished and smiled at me. She continued to play with my cock. "What? Did that surprise you, Todd?" "Yeah; you just;" "Swallowed your cum," she said matter-of-factly. "Some women like to. Some don't. I assume no one ever did that for you before." I shook my head. "Well, I like to. Especially with young guys. Otherwise, you might not last long once we start fucking." My eyes popped. "Oh yes! I intend to fuck you, Todd. What do you think about that? I intend to fuck you today, and if you're good enough, all summer long." She took my hands and pulled me into the pool with her. She kissed me again and again, slowly teaching me to do it right. I squeezed her tits and she guided me to be gentle and allowed me to kiss and suck on them. See I loved big tits. Always have. My girlfriends had laughed at my infatuation with big knockers, and two of my slutty classmates had let me see and touch them. One had let me kiss and suck a bit. She might have been a C cup at best. These big, beautiful things were amazing! They were huge, soft, round and firm all at the same time. Her areola were large tan ovals and her nipples were thick stubs. I squeezed, kissed, sucked and played with them as she smiled and giggled. "Boys! Every one of you are titty-crazy! Come sit on the 3rd step up. I'll sit below you. Now wrap your arms around me and let my tits know how much you like them" I was giddy with enthusiasm and soon I had her nipples poking out firmly. " You just can't get enough of my big titties huh? Well go on, enjoy yourself!" She said and laughed, as she leaned back against my chest. But a minute later she spun around to face me, kneeling, and pulled my face to hers and kissed me again. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My last girlfriend had allowed only a few French kisses and this was thrilling. Mrs. Bateman also began to fondle my turgid cock again, and when I was good and stiff, she climbed up the steps from the pool and lay on the padded double chaise lounge. She spread her legs and toyed with her pussy. I followed and as I mounted her, she took my cock and guided me into her. She was wet and warm and it felt fantastic. She was still holding my rather thick cock and coached me to use short strokes in and out until I could fit deep inside of her. "Oh god, Todd! That's it; nice and slow. God, you're so big! Oh, that feels so good! Yes, yes; that's it; oh so good, oh so good!" We fucked nice and slow for a few minutes and then I warned her I was cumming again. She laughed and grabbed my hips and held me deep. "Go ahead Todd, cum in me! Give it to me!" I couldn't hold back and came, emptying my load deep inside of her. "God! Yes! That feels so good!" she moaned. When I had finished, I pulled out and collapsed onto the chaise. Mrs. Bateman began to play with her pussy and the flood of cum, thrusting her fingers in deep and rubbing it all over her pussy. "Not bad;" she said. "A nice big cock, lots of cum; but you need training and practice. If you keep quiet about it; this is going to be an amazing summer." Mrs. Bateman and I had sex again before she sent me home. I was fortunate that my parents were too busy and disinterested to notice my shit-eating grin. The next day Mrs. Bateman "hired" me to help her with her rental properties. Mom and Dad bought it and thereafter, my daily disappearances were ignored.     I would arrive at her home and we would fuck immediately. This could be in any room of the house or at the pool. We fucked in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, guest rooms, even Rick's room, with the Eagles latest album playing on the stereo.  One day she led me into the garage and I fucked her across the hood of her '73 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. She was wearing a nice skirt and shiny satin blouse, and as we kissed and groped, I found she was wearing no panties and was soaking wet. As I played with her pussy, she opened her blouse and lifted her braless tits out. I bent her over the hood and took her from behind as she shouted encouragement at me. After a bit, she pushed me away and rolled onto her back with her hips on the fender and her legs in the air. As I fucked her, she played with her tits and moaned. When we finished, I had to back the car out and wash it. Oh and she insisted that I always call her either Mrs. Bateman, Ma'am, or Mistress. Never Olivia or any affectionate nickname. I understand now that it was to keep me from becoming too casual in public. But at the time it was also fun. I would step up behind her in the living room and reach around to cup her huge tits. Nibbling on her neck I would whisper. "God, Mrs. Bateman you are so sexy! I just can't help myself. I want to fuck you so bad!" "Oh Todd," she would reply, "if you insist." She would bend over the sofa and I would lift her skirt and finger her pussy before slipping my cock into her wet folds and snug, warm depths. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, that feels so good!" I would moan. "You feel good too Todd. such a big thick cock!" Then after pumping into her cunt for a while. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum Mrs. Bateman!" Sometimes she would let me cum inside her, sometimes she would turn and suck me off. Once she didn't turn fast enough and I sprayed my load all over her face and the front of her dress. I expected her to be angry but she simply smiled. "I'm sorry Mrs. Bateman!" "That's okay, it happens," she said as she wiped the cum from her face and sucked on her fingers. "But this dress; come help me change." This went on almost daily for three full weeks. I was coming home tired and my cock was sore, but I was thrilled. I mean this woman wanted a lot of sex! We were fucking at least three times a day! I learned to be a good fuck, of course, but more than that, she taught me to be a great kisser, a skilled cunnilinguist, and an attentive lover. I learned foreplay, physical and mental, and to focus on pleasing her, knowing that the journey to her orgasm was fun and pleasing to me and that my own orgasm was always just minutes after hers. It was thrilling to feel her pussy squeezing my cock as she came. That, coupled with her vocalizations (be they cries of pleasure, squeals of delight, or shouts of ecstasy) always made me cum. And beyond all that, she was paying me cash every Friday to keep up the illusion that I had a legitimate job. I thought I was in heaven. Man, was I wrong. Overnighters. July 1st was on Friday. Mom and Dad had wanted to go on vacation that week and the next. I didn't, of course and Mrs. Bateman came up with the ruse that one of her renters was moving and we had to clean the place, paint, and prep it for the next renter that week. Mom was upset, but Dad said it was a good experience;  and I was left behind. I wanted to spend the night at her home but figured Mom would call me nightly to check on me. Mrs. Bateman instead came over and spent the night in my bed Thursday night. We made love for what seemed like hours and my bed was soaked. She simply threw a towel over the wetness and went to sleep. This was the first time in my life that I had a woman sleep with me. I mean she went to sleep in my arms. I discovered that amazing feeling of a soft, sensual body pressed against mine. The next morning I woke up with the typical morning woodie but she wasn't interested until she'd had a chance to wake up and get some coffee. We did fool around elsewhere in the house, even going sixty-nine across my parent's bed. Then she said she had some things to do and told me to come over at four with an overnight bag. Discrete with Diane. When I arrived, there was another car in her driveway. A nice cream colored Mercedes 450SLC. A convertible with the heart of a sports car. When I went in, using the side door for appearance sake as she always insisted, I found Mrs. Bateman sitting in the living room with another woman. Mrs. Bateman was in her favorite wing chair, attired in a red skirt and white blouse. She waved me in. "Ah, here he is," she said. "Todd this is Diane, Diane, Todd," she made the introductions. Diane stood and sized me up. She was tall, in her heels she matched my 5'11". Her hair was blonde and she was a bit more slender than Mrs. Bateman with smaller tits. She was tanned and her sleeveless dress was white with a deep V front and a fully pleated skirt. As she stepped closer I couldn't help but glance at her cleavage. Diane traced the V with one finger and smiled. The other hand she placed on my cheek. To my surprise she kissed me. A nice deep, long kiss. A second kiss followed and I felt her hand slide down to my crotch where it squeezed my growing cock. As she stepped back, she grinned. "Oh yes, he'll do nicely." She kissed me again, this time with more passion. My hands found her waist and slid up her back. I had no idea why this strange woman was doing this but damn, I wasn't going to turn it down. She broke the kiss and walked away. Picking up her purse and a small bag, she went up the stairs. I watched her long legs in that swishing skirt and stood there grinning. Finally, as she disappeared from view the enchantment was broken. Mrs. Bateman stood and came over, wrapping her arms around me. "What's going on?" I asked. "Oh Todd, it's quite simple. You are going to go up to the guest room and fuck her brains out. The same way you fuck me." "What?" "Yes, she's waiting to fuck you. So go fuck her. Give her what she wants, any way she wants, for as long as she wants. Be polite and patient and above all, ask no questions!" "She wants to have sex with me?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, don't look so shocked! Look, if she met you somewhere else and hit on you, suggested having sex, wouldn't you do it?" "Umm; Well before you started fucking me, yeah. But now that we're fucking.;" Mrs. Bateman smiled, "And if you want to keep fucking me, you'll go up there and please her, like I know you can. Think of it as practice." She swatted my ass and pointed to the stairs. "Go." I knocked on the door but it was slightly ajar. I went in and closed it behind me. Diane was standing at the foot of the bed. With barely a sound, the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor around her ankles. She paused a moment to let me gaze at her naked body. She was nicely tanned except for the white skin of her bikini area. The stark tan lines were strangely erotic, obviously she tanned in a small string bikini. Her tits were about a C cup and her areola large and round with little pink nipples. Her waist was slim, and her hips round and firm. She was proud of her body and liked showing it off it seemed. "Your turn," she said. I stripped and as my growing cock was freed, she grinned broadly. She climbed onto the bed and uncrossed her legs, revealing a pussy covered in short, sandy straight hair. "I'm told you have a talented tongue; Show me." I started with kisses on her ankles and slowly moved up each leg to her knees and then up her inner thighs. By the time I reached her pussy she was gasping and breathing rapidly. I could smell her arousal and she was already quite wet, beads of fluid lined her inner lips and she tasted sweet. I did my best to focus on pleasing her as Mrs. Bateman had taught me. Soon her hips were rocking and her hands were squeezing her breasts. A cry of ecstasy and a gush of juices confirmed her orgasm. I lapped up the tasty wetness and looked up at her. "Oh god!" she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me now!" I slid my knob against her wet slit and pushed it in. She was so wet it slid in easily. A few thrusts and I was all the way in. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she panted. I held it deep and kissed her, then she grabbed my head and stared deep into my eyes. "Fuck me!" I started thrusting in and out and she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Soon I rose to my elbows and picked up the pace. Her pussy was making wet squishy sounds and her tits were bouncing. I couldn't last and came, pumping my load in her. She gasped. "Oh god! Oh god no! Not yet! Don't stop! Oh no!"     I sat up to catch my breath and as I pulled out I could see the cum start to flow out of her pussy. I found it weirdly erotic. Very erotic. Mrs. Bateman usually either played with it, ignored it, or wiped it up with tissues. I'd never actually watched it. I reached down and toyed with it, running my fingers through it and spreading it over her pussy. Diane was watching too. I spread a glob over her clit and she twitched and gasped. I slipped two fingers inside of her and she moaned. I stroked the inside of her pussy behind her clit and she bit her lip and groaned. I kept it up and she was soon gasping and trembling. She started pinching her nipples as I stroked faster and faster. Cum was everywhere. Then she threw her head back and cried out, "Oh Fuck! Gah!" My cock was hard again and I shoved it in, pushing all the way in one, hard, violent thrust. "Ah! Oh Fuck!" she screamed. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock, squeezing and releasing over and over again. Diane grabbed my hand and placed it over her mouth and screamed again and again. I started thrusting. Slowly pulling out until only my knob was inside then thrusting hard, slamming our bodies together. Each time, she screamed into my hand. I began thrusting faster and she started sucking my cum drenched fingers. Soon I was up on my knees, gripping her legs and pounding her furiously. Diane was gasping, and moaning, and weeping as she grabbed and pulled on the sheets. I had no idea what I was doing, only that I couldn't stop. I was overcome with desire, and passion, and need. I have no idea how long I fucked like that, but finally felt the release coming and came again. I finished and pulled out, watching again the flow of cum from her reddened pussy. At some point Diane had stopped being coherent and was limp with her eyes rolled back and simply lay there moaning and humming. I lay next to her and cradled her head. After a minute, her eyes focused on me and she smiled. I kissed her and pushed the hair from her face. I laid down and she rolled onto her side next to me. She lifted one leg up and over me and I could feel the wetness on my hip. After a bit I dozed off. I was awakened by Diane, stirring and sitting up. She smiled at me and went into the bathroom. When she came out she seemed more composed and sat next to me. She gently toyed with my flaccid cock. "That; That was amazing." "Thank you." I softly replied. "I; I, uh; I came, uh; I came a lot. I've never; had that happen, that intense, that; long. God, a part of me wants to do it again. But I don't think I could take another session like that." "So we take it easy this time," I said. My cock was growing as she played with it. Diane smiled and straddled me. We kissed and I caressed her hips and back as she rubbed her pussy against my cock. She reached down and guided it into her pussy, and slowly slid down onto it. I let her ride me at her pace. She liked it slow and I caressed her thighs, hips, waist and breasts as she rose and fell. The slow pace was nice, I relaxed and studied her, my mind wandering. Who was she? I couldn't recall exactly where I'd seen her, yet she did seem familiar. She was admittedly sexy, yet mature. I guessed she was in her late thirties at the most. I felt like she was a trophy wife, she had that air about her. The realization that I was probably fucking somebody's wife didn't upset me. If anything it made me feel special. Damn lucky in fact. And if she wanted to meet again? I knew I wouldn't turn it down. Mrs. Bateman suddenly leapt into my mind. What was going on? Why had she allowed me to fuck this woman? How did they know each other? Was she indeed going to continue to fuck me after this? And if I could fuck only one of them, which would it be? Diane whoever-she-was was amazing, yet Mrs. Bateman had those huge tits and loved to suck my cock... I was jerked from my musings as Diane leaned down and kissed me. Her tits pressed into my chest. "God dammit Todd! I can't stand it! Fuck me again, fuck me hard and make me cum!" I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out. Faster and faster as she rocked forward on her knees. Her tits were in my face and I began to suck one. I squeezed her ass and pounded her pussy. Diane screamed into the pillow a minute later. "God! Yes! Ah!" I wanted to finish, to cum again, but I wasn't sure how much more it might take. Diane ended it for me, she slid down hard onto my cock and squeezed me tightly with her arms, legs and pussy. She held me tightly as she quivered for a minute or two, then slowly relaxed. She stayed on top and my cock relaxed inside of her. Finally she rose up and looked in my face. "God, you are so good!" she said and kissed me. "I, I have got to stop," she muttered. "I don't want to...but I'm so sore." Slowly she sat up and rolled off of me. My cock plopped wetly from her pussy. She bent and kissed me again. "Damn, you're a good lover. But I need time to heal after a fucking like this." She admitted. She stumbled into the bathroom, taking her dress with her. I lay there feeling awesomely happy. After a while Diane came out of the bathroom. She was dressed and composed. Only her smile gave anything away. I sat up. "Will I see you again?" I asked. "Look, if you do see me, anywhere except in this room, you must ignore me. Understand?" "Yes, I get it. But you are coming back then?" She paused, then grinned, "Oh dammit Todd, that was the best sex I've ever had! Of course I'm coming back!" She kissed me again and left the room. I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Mrs. Bateman was there. She smiled at me and then looked at the wet, crumpled sheets. She reached out and wiped up some of the wetness. Holding her hand to her face she inhaled deeply and grinned. "I love the smell of hot, wet sex," she said. "Call me sick if you want, but it turns me on.' She walked over to me and gently caressed my cock. "She didn't break you, and it sounded like you pleased her. I'm proud of you Todd. I knew you'd be a great fuck." She pointed to an envelope on the nightstand. "That's yours." Curious, I opened it. Inside were twenty dollar bills, I quickly counted them. "Two hundred bucks?" "Yes, that's all yours." To be continued. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

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"

În cadrul primei sale vizite externe, noul prim-ministrul moldovean Alexandru Munteanu a transmis joi la București un mesaj de recunoștință pentru sprijinul României în integrarea europeană a Republicii Moldova. Vicepremierul Vladimir Bolea, ministru al infrastructurii, a acordat un interviu în studioul RFI, în care a vorbit despre proiectele în derulare sau în pregătire cu România, care vor transforma în următorii ani frontiera moldo-română într-un șantier care să unească cele două maluri ale Prutului. Temele ediției: - Cum a fost văzută de la București vizita prim-ministrului moldovean, ne spune analistul Radu Magdin, într-un interviu acordat Larisei Bernaschi. - Republica Moldova și România au o relație istorică și culturală deosebit de importantă. Acest lucru este repetat insistent de politicienii de la Chișinău și de la București. Dar există riscul ca relația de frăție să fie distrusă? De ce anume? Ne explică jurnalistul Euronews România, Vitalie Cojocari în Cronica lui Vitalie”. - La Chișinău, Parlamentul a început denunțarea acordului cu Rusia privind funcționarea centrelor culturale rusești. Opoziția pro-rusă a criticat inițiativa guvernării. O corespondență de la Valeria Vițu. - Banca Națională a Moldovei estimează o inflație medie anuală de 7,7%, cu un procent peste intervalul țintă, dar cu prognoze de scădere la 4,3 la sută pentru anul viitor. - Aeroportul Internațional Chișinău va cumpăra de la Lukoil infrastructura pentru depozitarea carburanților de la aeroport. - Poliția anunță percheziții și capturi într-o schemă de contrabandă cu țigări transportate cu trenul Chișinău-București. Știrile zilei: Noul prim-ministru moldovean Alexandru Munteanu a făcut joi o primă vizită externă, alegând ca destinație Bucureștiul. Săptămâna viitoare, marți, 18 noiembrie, Alexandru Munteanu merge la Bruxelles. Vizitele reflectă prioritățile pe care le are Republica Moldova – relațiile frățești cu România și integrarea în Uniunea Europeană. *** În septembrie, rata anuală a inflaţiei în Republica Moldova a coborât la 6,9%, ceea ce reprezintă un semnal pozitiv pentru economie şi investiţii, potrivit șefei BNM, Anca Dragu. Potrivit datelor BNM, rata anuală a inflației a scăzut de la 8,2%, cât era în luna iunie, la 6,9%, în luna septembrie 2025. Specialiştii băncii centrale anticipează că inflația va reveni în intervalul țintă, adică sub 6,5% pe an, începând cu primul trimestru al anului 2026. Prognozele BNM estimează o inflație medie anuală de 7,7% pentru acest an și de 4,3% pentru anul viitor. Şefa BNM a atras atenția și asupra faptului că economia începe să revină pe un trend pozitiv, după câțiva ani de declin din cauza impactului războiului din Ucraina asupra economiei Republicii Moldova. Produsul intern brut a înregistrat o creștere de 1,1% în trimestrul al doilea al acestui an. *** Președintele Parlamentului, Igor Grosu, a anunțat joi că Aeroportul Internațional Chișinău va cumpăra infrastructura pentru depozitarea carburanților de la aeroport, care aparține filialei locale a companiei ruse Lukoil. Termenul limită pentru ca Lukoil să accepte oferta statului este luni, 17 noiembrie, având în vedere că sancțiunile americane intră în vigoare pe 21 noiembrie. Republica Moldova a fost pusă în fața unor dificultăți majore odată cu anunțarea sancțiunilor americane, din cauza cotei mari de piață pe care o deține Lukoil și a faptului că multe instituții ale statului se alimentează cu combustibil de la furnizorul rus. Cea mai dificilă situație este la Aeroportul Chișinău, unde Lukoil este singurul furnizor. Autoritățile moldovene dau însă asigurări ca problema aeroportului va fi depășită odată cu preluarea de către stat a infrastructurii de aprovizionare cu kerosen a avioanelor. *** Un grup criminal organizat, din care fac parte și angajați ai Întreprinderii de Stat „Calea Ferată din Moldova”, a fost documentat de poliție pentru contrabandă cu țigarete, folosind ruta feroviară Chișinău–București, anunța un comunicat al Poliției. Au fost efectuate percheziții la domiciliile persoanelor vizate, în depoul de locomotive și vagoane din Chișinău, precum și în trenul de pe cursa Chișinău–București. „În urma acțiunilor a fost depistată o cantitate de peste 120 de mii de țigarete, ascunse și pregătite pentru a fi transportate prin contrabandă”, anunță Poliția. *** Republica Moldova va procura manuale de matematică din Estonia, care vor fi traduse și adaptate pentru elevii din clasele I–XII. Achiziția se va face cu suportul Uniunii Europene. Ministrul Educației, Dan Perciun, spune că până în 2027 va fi finalizat și noul curriculum școlar, inspirat din modelul estonian, transmite Radio Moldova. Oficialul recunoaște că sunt discipline la care Republica Moldova, citez, „nu știe încă să facă manuale”, motiv pentru care Ministerul a decis să renunțe la „experimentele locale”. Chișinăul este în proces de revizuire a curriculumului național, iar reforma are scopul „de a transforma educația într-un proces relevant pentru realitatea cotidiană, capabil să dezvolte gândirea critică și creativitatea elevilor”. Ministrul Educației a precizat că vor fi introduse mai multe discipline noi, precum educația financiară, educația pentru societate, educația media și pentru sănătate – domenii tot mai solicitate pe piața muncii și necesare pentru viața de zi cu zi, despre care, spune Dan Perciun, școala „a vorbit prea puțin până acum”. *** Republica Moldova va introduce peste un an, la început de 2027, sistemul de depozit pentru ambalaje, pentru a încuraja reciclarea. Sistemul presupune o garanție de 2 lei moldovenești, sumă echivalentă cu cei 50 de bani cât constituie garanția în România, la cumpărarea băuturilor în ambalaje de plastic, sticlă sau aluminiu, care va putea fi recuperată prin returnarea ulterioară. Autoritățile estimează că noul sistem, care funcționează deja în majoritatea statelor europene, va permite colectarea a 55% din ambalajele de sticlă și 60% din cele din plastic și metal. In doar trei ani, rata de colectare ar urma să atingă şi 80%.

Cine ne amenință? Cum răspundem? Ce înseamnă retragerea americană? Unde sunt punctele vulnerabile în societatea românească? ... Și multe alte întrebări în dialogul cu istoricul și diplomatul Mihai-Răzvan Ungureanu.

Vă oferim în mod extraordinar un interviu foarte folositor pentru creștinii de astăzi a căror credință este influențată de valul de ateism care pare că vine prin știință. Ne bucurăm pentru acest interviu, însă, pe de altă parte ne  încearcă o tristețe pentru că noi nu mai credem în Sf. Părinți așa cum ar trebui și avem nevoie de proptelele Științei.Într-o lume în care stresul, anxietatea și epuizarea emoțională par a fi prețul progresului, rugăciunea rămâne una dintre cele mai profunde și mai simple forme de vindecare interioară. Dar ce se întâmplă, de fapt, în creierul celui care se roagă? Cum poate un act duhovnicesc să aibă efecte măsurabile asupra stării de sănătate, echilibrului emoțional și clarității mentale?Arhid. Adrian Sorin Mihalache explică modul în care neuroștiințele contemporane confirmă adevăruri pe care tradiția creștină le trăiește de secole: rugăciunea modelează mintea, reglează emoțiile și aduce armonie între trup și suflet.Vizionare plăcută!Pentru Pomelnice și Donații accesați: https://www.chilieathonita.ro/pomelnice-si-donatii/Pentru mai multe articole (texte, traduceri, podcasturi) vedeți https://www.chilieathonita.ro/

Leo Vardiashvili este autorul romanului „La marginea unui codru nesfârșit” (Ed. Trei, trad. Mihaela Buruiană). Născut în 1983 la Tbilisi, Leo Vardiashvili a emigrat, la doisprezece ani, împreună cu familia, în Marea Britanie, unde a studiat literatura engleză. „La marginea unui codru nesfârșit” este romanul lui de debut, scris într-un stil care te cucerește de la primele rînduri. Pentru că știe să-ți stîrnească curiozitatea, știe cît să-ți spună din poveste ca să vrei să citești mai departe, știe să împletească realismul cu realismul magic, știe să spună istorii dramatice sau tragice marcînd în permanență poveștile cu un umor special. La fel ca autorul său, personajul principal al romanului a emigrat în copilărie împreună cu familia, din Georgia în Marea Britanie. La fel ca personajul său, autorul romanului s-a întors în Georgia natală, dar nu pe urmele rudelor, ci ca să vadă cu ochii lui locurile prin care urma să ajungă personajul său. Asemănările dintre personaj și autor se opresc însă aici. Restul e ficțiune. Leo Vardiashvili a fost invitat la Festivalul Internațional de Literatură și Traducere de la Iași (FILIT). Adela Greceanu a vorbit cu el despre romanul cu care a debutat, despre Georgia din ficțiune și din realitate, despre umorul special al spațiilor care au trecut prin mari încercări, despre întîlnirile cu cititorii și despre valul de entuziasm cu care a fost întîmpinat „La marginea unui codru nesfârșit”. Interviul a fost tradus de Sorana Lupu.Leo Vardiashvili: „Pentru mine scrisul a fost un fel de terapie. Am încercat să depășesc experiența mutării din Georgia în Marea Britanie care a fost un șoc cultural. Am ajuns acolo și am mers direct la școală. Stăteam cu dicționarul în ultima bancă și nu înțelegeam ce se vorbește în jurul meu. Probabil că scrierea acestei cărți a fost și o încercare de a scoate din mine această experiență. Cred că la un moment dat, un lucru înspăimîntător a fost să-mi dau seama că practic reprezentam Georgia. Nu sînt mulți scriitori georgieni care să fie traduși în Marea Britanie. Da, într-adevăr, Nino Haratischwili a fost tradusă în engleză, dar nu sînt mulți autori cunoscuți în limba engleză. De aceea am încercat să aduc din Georgia toată autenticitatea ei.”Povestea lui Saba și a familiei sale e scrisă într-un ritm de roman de aventuri, în care poveștile atroce se împletesc cu firele magice ale unei lumi paralele, populate de vocile celor care nu mai sînt, și totul este punctat de umor foarte special, pentru că, așa cum spune personajul principal, „Uneori trebuie să rîzi de un lucru, ca să-l lași fără putere.” Cum ați integrat umorul într-o poveste nu tocmai veselă?Leo Vardiashvili: „Mi-am dat seama că scriam despre niște subiecte deprimante, că personajele treceau prin întîmplări oribile și atunci a trebuit să aduc în poveste lucruri precum umorul, realismul magic, pentru a masca partea deprimantă, pentru a o face mai acceptabilă. Există și un truc psihologic, atît în filme, cît și în literatură. Dacă ceea ce citești te face să rîzi sau te întristează, te deschizi, devii vulnerabil la experiența opusă. Am încercat să fac acest roman amuzant în aceeași măsură în care este trist. (...) Aș putea să vă arăt ciorne ale romanului, unde am notat doar: deprimant, deprimant, deprimant. Și deodată ceva e subliniat și alături scrie: fă chestia asta amuzantă! Nu știu ce spune asta despre mine, dar îmi este mult mai ușor să scriu părțile deprimante. Ideile pentru părțile amuzante îmi vin, de exemplu, cînd fac duș. (...) Cred că uneori umorul este singura apărare împotriva lucrurilor rele care se pot întîmpla. Și cred că locurile care au avut parte de vremuri grele au cu atît mai mult umor. Întotdeauna se găsește cineva care să spună ceva absolut hilar în cel mai nepotrivit moment.” Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta întregul interviu!O emisiune de Adela GreceanuUn produs Radio România Cultural

În episodul acesta din Thinking Made Visible stau de vorbă cu Dacian Pășcuță despre masculinitate și despre felul în care un bărbat se vede pe el însuși în etapele vieții prin care trece. Am început conversația încercând să înțelegem cum se formează perspectivele lui despre maturitate și unde apar tensiunile dintre copilul interior, adolescentul interior și adultul care încearcă să le țină pe toate la un loc.Am simțit că este un subiect care merită privit atent, pentru că mulți bărbați trăiesc presiunea de a rămâne „în control”, iar în spatele acestei presiuni se află emoții, nevoi și frici pe care nu le vedem des. Dacian vorbește despre insuficiență, despre rușine, despre rebeliunile care apar în interior și despre modul în care toate acestea pot fi conținute fără să fie ascunse.Conversația atinge și dinamica relațiilor de cuplu, felul în care apar conflicte, momentele în care adolescentul interior preia controlul și situațiile în care liniștea poate face mai mult decât orice reacție rapidă. Mi se pare o piesă de puzzle importantă în înțelegerea maturității emoționale.Am observat și modul în care el descrie autoconținerea și singurătatea care, în timp, se poate transforma într-o solitudine sănătoasă. E un proces care cere timp, claritate și prezență reală față de propriile emoții. Pentru mine a fost o perspectivă nouă și necesară, pentru că arată masculinul așa cum se trăiește în interior, nu cum arată în exterior.Dacă ești curios cum vede un bărbat matur toate aceste straturi și ce înseamnă, în mod real, să fii în contact cu tine, conversația aceasta o să-ți ofere o privire limpede asupra subiectului.Intro (00:00)Cine este Dacian Păşcuţă (2:48)Etichetele ne rigidizează relația cu viața (4:04)Starea de insuficienţă la bărbaţi (6:11)Bărbații zic că femeile sunt de vină, femeile zic că bărbaţii (9:26)Cine ar trebui să iniţieze (11:22)Le cerem prea multe bărbaților (12:11)Atenţie la cum punem presiune (13:19)Ce este cultura macho (15:33)Exemple de bărbați care se confruntă cu asta (19:34)Punte de legătură între banii pe care îi faci şi relaţia de cuplu (25:15)Exemplu de situaţie - fiecare şef îşi are şeful, dar cum gestionezi (28:14)Alt exemplu - bărbatul într-un rol în care nu face banii pe care și-i dorește (30:58)Bărbatul care trebuie să fie provider pentru familie (37:29)De unde încep să integrez ca bărbat, ca să nu ajung să urăsc femeile (38:58)Felul în care ești tratat este în primul rând în tine... (42:30)Bărbatul se transformă în exact ceea ce ea și-ar fi dorit (47:39)Presiunea că nu eşti suficient de bun pentru ea (49:06)Cum descrii bărbatul matur din prezent (52:02)Ultima întrebare (54:49)Ai impresia că eşti singur, te simţi respins, poate nu faci banii pe care îi vrei (56:41)Outro (58:38)Dă-ți timp să urmărești conversaţia până la capăt, pentru că nu cautăm vinovați. Doar deschidem spațiul pentru înțelegere: pentru femeile care vor să privească altfel şi pentru bărbații care simt că e timpul să se vadă pe ei înșiși mai clar.

Continuăm seria de emisiuni dedicate diplomației culturale și rolului Institutului Cultural Român. Vă propunem o dezbatere despre modelele europene de cooperare culturală și despre felul în care Germania și-a construit o rețea globală de institute culturale. Invitatul lui Matei Martin este Joachim Umlauf, fost director al Institutului Goethe din București, diplomat cultural de carieră. Printre altele, Joachim Umlauf predă la masterul de diplomație culturală al Facultății de Științe Politice, Universitatea din București. Cum este definit rolul Goethe-Institutului în politica culturală și externă a Germaniei?Joachim Umlauf: „Goethe-Institut este o instituție cu un caracter foarte specific, tipic germană. Într-o anumită situație istorică de după cel de-Al Doilea Război Mondial, Germania de Vest a creat sau a susținut instituții care să reprezinte Germania în străinătate. Elementul esențial aici – și cred că e ușor de înțeles de ce – este că s-au fondat sau sprijinit instituții care să fie la o anumită distanță de stat. După război, se dorea susținerea unor instituții care să nu fie identificate direct cu statul german, pentru că statul se discreditase complet prin național-socialism.De aceea au fost create instituții precum Goethe-Institut, reînființat, regîndit pe altă structură în 1951, sau Fundația Alexander von Humboldt, ori Serviciul German pentru Schimburi Academice (DAAD) – toate cu personalitate juridică, cu o anumită autonomie de conținut și, prin aceasta, cu o distanță față de stat. Este ceva tipic german. Trebuie ținut cont, pe lîngă aspectul legat de discreditarea Germaniei în lume și de încercarea de a fi reintegrată între națiunile civilizate, că Germania a avut mereu un caracter federal și un model descentralizat. Și asta a jucat un rol important.”Care este relația concretă dintre Goethe-Institut și Ministerul Federal de Externe?Joachim Umlauf: „Relația este clară: avem autonomie în ceea ce privește conținutul, dar depindem financiar de minister. Institutul primește fonduri, pe de o parte, de la Ministerul de Externe și, pe de altă parte, are propriile venituri obținute din cursuri și examene de limbă. Considerabile, dar insuficiente. Dar autonomia de conținut merge mînă în mînă cu dependența financiară.Există un așa-numit „contract-cadru” care stabilește regulile relației dintre Ministerul de Externe și Goethe-Institut. E un document general, stabil și, de regulă, nu este modificat. În plus, există obiective strategice, acorduri cu privire la obiective care se reînnoiesc, de obicei, o dată la patru ani și care sînt negociate cu Ministerul. Așa funcționează sistemul, în linii mari.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral!O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei MartinUn produs Radio România Cultural 

În episodul de azi vorbim cu Raluca de la grupul Palestine Solidarity Cluj despre campania “Elbit Out” pe care au inițiat-o, prin care denunță complicitatea României la genocidul perpetuat de statul Israel în Gaza. În prima parte vorbim despre revendicările principale ale campaniei și felurile în care statul Român colaborează militar cu Israelul. În a doua parte lărgim discuția la contextul istoric care a generat conflictul curent, iar invitația noastră ne povestește cum este viața de zi cu zi a palestinienilor sub ocupația israeliană, pe baza călătoriei sale recente în Cisiordania. În încheiere, facem apel la ascultătorx să sprijine campania prin colectare de semnături și donații, și mai ales prin a vorbi cu persoanele apropiate despre ce se întâmplă în Gaza și complicitatea României. ===== Re(Surse): Palestine Solidarity Cluj fb: https://www.facebook.com/palestinesolidarity.cj ig: https://www.instagram.com/palestinesolidarity_cj/ Campania Elbit Out https://elbit-out.info/ Raportul “Elbit Out - Stop înarmării ocupației. Stop înarmării genocidului. Stop înarmării Israelului.” https://elbit-out.info/de-ce-elbit Susține campania Elbit Out prin donații si completarea tabelului cu semnături https://elbit-out.info/sustine-campania Raluca Panait, Cum arată ocupația israeliană din Cisiordania - o perspectivă de la fața locului, Editorial în Libertatea https://www.libertatea.ro/stiri/cuma-arata-ocupatia-israeliana-din-cisiordania-5448499 Arta: grc Muzica: Lacrima, de Sofia Zadar x ricky horror yt: https://youtu.be/MYOYp6pWWbE?list=RDMYOYp6pWWbE

Continuăm seria de discuții dedicate diplomației culturale și rolului Institutului Cultural Român ca instrument de soft power pentru promovarea culturii române în străinătate. În ce măsură îşi îndeplineşte ICR misiunea de a promova cultura română peste hotare? Cum se măsoară succesul unei acţiuni de diplomaţie culturală? Care ar fi cea mai potrivită instituție în subordinea căreia ar fi ferit ICR de politizare? Am întrebat-o pe Oana-Valentina Suciu, sociolog, cadru didactic la Facultatea de Științe Politice a Universității din București, unde coordonează, începînd de anul acesta, un masterat de diplomație culturală.În ce măsură îşi îndeplineşte ICR misiunea de a promova cultura română peste hotare?Oana-Valentina Suciu: „Deşi ICR are o strategie, aceasta nu se pliază foarte bine pe cerinţele şi aşteptările pe care le au reţele precum EUNIC – reţeaua internaţională a institutelor culturale – care îşi propune să fie tot mai implicată în problemele gobale, în susţinerea democraţiei şi a drepturilor omului, în chestiuni legate de migraţie, de încălzirea globală... Agenda europeană şi agenda internaţională sînt foarte diferite de ceea ce oferă Institutul Cultural Român la ora actuală. În plus, acele proiecte sînt gîndite pe termen mediu şi lung – proiecte multianuale – or, ICR, chiar dacă ar vrea să facă acest lucru, din cauza legislaţiei financiare din România nu poate să propună şi să coordoneze proiecte multianuale. De aceea, probabil, a recurs la această soluţie mai simplă, de a organiza o serie de evenimente. Nu discut calitatea în sine a acestora, unele sînt de o înaltă calitate artistică. Dar nu denotă o viziune coerentă a ceea ce înseamnă cultura română vie, pe care, de altfel o şi menţionează în statutul său şi în legea de funcţionare.”Cum se măsoară succesul unei acţiuni de diplomaţie culturală?Oana-Valentina Suciu: „Asta nu ştiu nici alte institute culturale. Vă dau exemplul Institutului Francez care, pentru a măsura succesul unuia dintre proiectele lor de film, numără cîte bilete s-au vîndut sau cîte accesări au avut dacă e vorba despre filme online oferite gratuit. E un indicator, dar nu este cel mai potrivit. Asta e altă întrebare care apare în diverse rapoarte şi manuale de diplomaţie culturală: cum măsurăm nemăsurabilul. De altfel, asta este şi întrebarea pe care ne-o punem în seria de propuneri de politici culturale pe care le realizăm în cadrul echipei NARDIV – un proiect finanţat de UE în care sînt implicaţi Universitatea din Bucureşti, Institutul Goethe din România, Institutul Francez din România, Universitatea Marseille-Aix, Franţa, Amsterdamul… – şi fiecare dintre acele echipe de cercetare vine cu cîte o propunere de politică culturală în sensul de a identifica nişte probleme şi a propune nişte soluţii care se vor reuni într-un raport ce va fi prezentat anul viitor, pe 12 mai, la Bruxelles, membrilor comisiei de cultură de acolo.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral! O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei Martin Un produs Radio România Cultural 

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.

23 Therefore is the kingdom of heaven likened to a king, who would take an account of his servants.Ideo assimilatum est regnum caelorum homini regi, qui voluit rationem ponere cum servis suis. 24 And when he had begun to take the account, one was brought to him, that owed him ten thousand talents.Et cum coepisset rationem ponere, oblatus est ei unus, qui debebat ei decem millia talenta. 25 And as he had not wherewith to pay it, his lord commanded that he should be sold, and his wife and children and all that he had, and payment to be made.Cum autem non haberet unde redderet, jussit eum dominus ejus venundari, et uxorem ejus, et filios, et omnia quae habebat, et reddi. 26 But that servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Procidens autem servus ille, orabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 27 And the lord of that servant being moved with pity, let him go and forgave him the debt.Misertus autem dominus servi illius, dimisit eum, et debitum dimisit ei. 28 But when that servant was gone out, he found one of his fellow servants that owed him an hundred pence: and laying hold of him, throttled him, saying: Pay what thou owest.Egressus autem servus ille invenit unum de conservis suis, qui debebat ei centum denarios : et tenens suffocavit eum, dicens : Redde quod debes. 29 And his fellow servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Et procidens conservus ejus, rogabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 30 And he would not: but went and cast him into prison, till he paid the debt.Ille autem noluit : sed abiit, et misit eum in carcerem donec redderet debitum. 31 Now his fellow servants seeing what was done, were very much grieved, and they came and told their lord all that was done.Videntes autem conservi ejus quae fiebant, contristati sunt valde : et venerunt, et narraverunt domino suo omnia quae facta fuerant. 32 Then his lord called him; and said to him: Thou wicked servant, I forgave thee all the debt, because thou besoughtest me:Tunc vocavit illum dominus suus : et ait illi : Serve nequam, omne debitum dimisi tibi quoniam rogasti me : 33 Shouldst not thou then have had compassion also on thy fellow servant, even as I had compassion on thee?nonne ergo oportuit et te misereri conservi tui, sicut et ego tui misertus sum? 34 And his lord being angry, delivered him to the torturers until he paid all the debt.Et iratus dominus ejus tradidit eum tortoribus, quoadusque redderet universum debitum. 35 So also shall my heavenly Father do to you, if you forgive not every one his brother from your hearts.Sic et Pater meus caelestis faciet vobis, si non remiseritis unusquisque fratri suo de cordibus vestris.

Fără surprize la Congresul PSD de astăzi: Grindeanu candidează singur. Cum se modifică statutul partidului (Adevărul) - Fostul primar Daniel Tudorache se pregătește să intre în Top 10 inculpați de lux ajutați de Lia Savonea, șefa Înaltei Curți, să scape de pedepse (Libertatea) - INTERVIU INTEGRAL Ciprian Ciucu: Mă lupt cu Băluță că nu vreau să ia PSD Bucureștiul / Categoric nu o să candidez la Cotroceni / Refacerea Bulevardului Magheru și consolidarea seismică sunt proiectele majore (G4Media) - De ce cresc de la an la an vânzările de Black Friday și cum ajung românii să cumpere lucruri de care nu au nevoie (HotNews) Fără surprize la Congresul PSD de astăzi: Grindeanu candidează singur. Cum se modifică statutul partidului (Adevărul) Partidul Social Democrat organizează astăzi un Congres pentru alegerea noii conduceri. Sorin Grindeanu, președinte interimar, urmează să fie confirmat oficial în fruntea partidului, cu puteri depline. Evenimentul marchează schimbări importante în structura internă a PSD, inclusiv alegerea unei noi echipe de conducere și modificarea statutului. Printre noutăți se numără și renunțarea oficială la eticheta de „progresist”. Noua echipă a PSD, propusă prin moțiunea lui Sorin Grindeanu, reunește membri cu notorietate, cu putere în partid, dar din zone diferite: eurodeputatul Victor Negrescu, vicepreședinte al Parlamentului European, candidează pentru un post de prim-vicepreședinte al PSD. În același timp, eurodeputatul Claudiu Manda, vicepreședinte pe regiunea sud-vest, candidează pentru postul de secretar general al partidului, înlocuindu-l pe Paul Stănescu, iar deputatul Gabriel Zetea, în prezent vicepreședinte pe administrație și infrastructură, candidează pentru un post de vicepreședinte regional pentru zona de Nord-Vest. Noua echipă de conducere va cuprinde cinci prim-vicepreședinți, opt vicepreședinți regionali și 12 vicepreședinți pe diverse domenii de activitate, pe lângă secretarul general și președintele Consiliului Național și poziția de președinte. Astfel, scrie ziarul Adevărul, numărul membrilor conducerii crește de la 21 la 27.  Lupii tineri din echipa lui Sorin Grindeanu. Cine sunt greii PSD din spatele lor (Cotidianul) Tinerii din PSD care au ajuns în lumina reflectoarelor sunt crescuți la umbra greilor din PSD. Liderii cu greutate se retrag din prim-plan, dar nu renunță la frâiele puterii. În echipa lui Grindeanu nu se vor mai regăsi Paul Stănescu, Marian Neacșu, Radu Moldovan. Nici Mihai Tudose nu mai e chiar în prima linie, deși rămâne președintele Consiliului Național. Alți lideri cu vechime s-au retras mai demult. Dar asta nu înseamnă că nu influențează deciziile partidului de după cortină.  Lupii noi din PSD sunt crescuți la umbra lor, o arată evoluția carierei acestora din urmă și, în unele cazuri, declarațiile publice. Oamenii grei din PSD i-au crescut și i-au aruncat acum în jungla de la București ca să ocupe primele poziții la vârful partidului și să le ducă mai departe moștenirea.  Cine pleacă, cine vine în echipa lui Grindeanu citiți în Cotidianul. Fostul primar Daniel Tudorache se pregătește să intre în Top 10 inculpați de lux ajutați de Lia Savonea, șefa Înaltei Curți, să scape de pedepse (Libertatea) Daniel Tudorache este următorul condamnat care se pregătește să își anuleze pedeapsa, după recursul în casație depus de el și ajuns la complet, din componența căruia face parte și șefa Înaltei Curți, Lia Savonea. Până acum, judecătoarea a ajutat cel puțin 10 nume grele din politică, administrație și mediul privat să scape ori să își îndulcească situația penală. Fostul primar al Sectorului 1, Daniel Tudorache, condamnat pe 21 ianuarie 2025 la 3 ani de închisoare cu suspendare pentru complicitate la trafic de influență, va afla pe 17 noiembrie 2025 dacă va scăpa sau nu de pedeapsă. Libertatea prezintă în ordine cronologică descrescătoare alte 10 dosare ale unor inculpați VIP care au beneficiat de clemența judecătoarei Lia Savonea de când a ajuns la Înalta Curte. INTERVIU INTEGRAL Ciprian Ciucu: Mă lupt cu Băluță că nu vreau să ia PSD Bucureștiul / Categoric nu o să candidez la Cotroceni / Refacerea Bulevardului Magheru și consolidarea seismică sunt proiectele majore (G4Media) Ciprian Ciucu, candidatul PNL la Primăria București și primar în funcție al Sectorului 6, a declarat într-un interviu acordat lui Cristian Pantazi și Dan Tăpălagă pentru G4Media. ro că principalul său rival în cursă este Daniel Băluță de la PSD. Ciucu a spus că refacerea Bulevardului Magheru și a Căii Victoriei din centrul Capitalei, descongestionarea traficului și consolidarea seismică sunt principalele sale proiecte la Primăria București. Ciucu a exclus o viitoare candidatură la Președinția României cu excepția unei situații ”excepționale” și a propus mai multe soluții pentru traficul sufocant din Capitală. De ce cresc de la an la an vânzările de Black Friday și cum ajung românii să cumpere lucruri de care nu au nevoie (HotNews) Black Friday a devenit în România un ritual anual al cumpărăturilor. Deși mulți spun că reducerile sunt o păcăleală, cifrele arată altceva: de la an la an, magazinele bat recorduri de vânzări. Fenomenul spune multe despre cum s-au schimbat românii, nu doar în obiceiurile de consum, ci și în felul în care reacționează emoțional la ideea de ofertă.  Mai multe studii au analizat de-a lungul anilor motivele psihologice, sociale și de marketing care stau la baza cumpărăturilor de Black Friday, dar și a tendinței de a achiziționa produse de care nici nu ai nevoie. Studiile, citate de HotNews, vorbesc despre cumpărarea impulsivă, despre teama de a pierde o ocazie bună, despre sentimentul de urgență și de raritate, dar și despre motive legate de pura plăcere. Suntem influențați foarte mult și de ce fac oamenii din jur, fiindcă aflăm despre prieteni care ne spun că și-au luat airfryer, espressor, aspirator robotic, geacă sau smartphone, așa că ne gândim să nu rămânem mai prejos. eMAG organizează Black Friday pe 7 noiembrie, cel mai devreme în istoria evenimentului de shopping.   

Vizita secretarului general al NATO, Mark Rutte, la București a fost o demonstrație de forță diplomatică, menită să transmită un mesaj de continuitate și stabilitate strategică pe flancul estic, cu efecte și asupra Republicii Moldova. Pentru observatorii de la Chișinău, prezența lui Rutte vine să contracareze interpretările propagandistice ale Federației Ruse legate de decizia Washingtonului de a reduce formal efectivele americane din România. O corespondență semnată de Liliana Barbăroșie. Temele ediției: - Cum s-a văzut de la Chișinău vizita la București a noului secretar general al NATO, Mark Rutte. - Invitata Moldova Zoom de astăzi este Ramona Strugariu, directoarea Institutului Național al Justiției de la Chișinău. Într-un moment în care reformele din sistemul judiciar vor trebui doar să se amplifice, iar resursa umană este încă deficitară, Ramona Strugariu vorbește despre o soluție care ar putea schimba rezultatul: accesul direct în profesie al absolvenților Institutului Național al Justiției, așa cum se întâmplă în România. - Prima decizie a noului Guvern de la Chișinău a fost să închidă Centrul Cultural Rus. Dar Rusia are în continuare în România o instituție similară, constată jurnalistul Euronews România, Vitalie Cojocari. - Povestea tinerei artiste elisen.li: vocea unei generații care se întoarce acasă pentru a construi, a inspira și a schimba viitorul Republicii Moldova. Ecaterina Tanasiiciuc a căutat să afle povestea artistei elisen.li și a omului Elisaveta Ivasiuc. - Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, a ținut un discurs în fața noului Parlament de la Chișinău. - Secretarul general al NATO, Mark Rutte, mulțumește României pentru sprijinirea Republica Moldova în combaterea amenințărilor hibride din partea Rusiei. - Ucraina a reluat importurile de gaze prin ruta sudică Transbalcanică, care trece prin Republica Moldova, România și Bulgaria. Știrile zilei: Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, a ținut un discurs în fața noului Parlament de la Chișinău, ales în urma scrutinului din 28 septembrie și care este dominat de o majoritate pro-europeană. Roberta Metsola a venit cu mesaje de sprijin pentru parcursul european accelerat al Republicii Moldova și a dat asigurări că Bruxellesul va susține aspirația Chișinăului de a avea un acord de aderare în 2028. În același timp, ea a subliniat că transparența în cheltuirea fondurilor europene este esențială. Roberta Metsola efectuează o vizită de două zile în Republica Moldova în cadrul căreia are întâlniri cu oficialii moldoveni, dar și ci tinerii de la Liceul „Spiru Haret” din Chișinău. *** Secretarul general al NATO, Mark Rutte, a declarat că împărtășește „sentimentul de urgență” exprimat de președintele României, Nicușor Dan, cu privire la amenințările hibride din partea Rusiei și la faptul că România sprijină R. Moldova în acest sens. Declarațiile au fost făcute în cadrul unui interviu oferit portalului Calea Europeană. „Vă pot asigura că întreaga NATO, inclusiv România, suntem cu toții foarte conștienți de amenințarea hibridă. Nu putem vorbi întotdeauna public despre ceea ce facem pentru a o contracara, pentru a ne asigura că alții nu vor încerca din nou. Dar este o parte integrantă a apărării noastre”, a continuat secretarul general al Alianței. Președintele Nicușor Dan a prezentat în octombrie liderilor europeni, la summitul Comunității Politice Europene de la Copenhaga, un document privind ingerințele Rusiei care au condus la anularea alegerilor prezidențiale din noiembrie 2024. Mark Rutte a precizat că a văzut același mod de operare și la alegerile parlamentare din R. Moldova. „Mulțumiri României pentru tot ceea ce faceți în acest sens pentru Moldova. Este crucial. Este extrem de important ca alegerile să fie cât mai libere posibil”, a spus Mark Rutte. *** Ucraina a reluat importurile de gaze prin ruta sudică Transbalcanică, care trece prin Republica Moldova, România și Bulgaria, așa-numitul Coridor Vertical, ca răspuns la intensificarea atacurilor rusești asupra infrastructurii de gaze și energie, care au redus producția internă cu cel puțin jumătate. Folosirea traseului de către Ucraina a devenit posibilă după ce recent România și Republica Moldova au redus cu 50 la sută tarifele de tranzit prin Coridorului vertical. *** Comerciantul global de mărfuri Gunvor a renunțat la achiziția activelor externe ale „Lukoil”. Decizia vine după ce Ministerul de Finanțe al SUA a numit compania de trading petrolier „o marionetă a Kremlinului”, scrie Ziarul de Gardă. În Republica Moldova Lukoil are o cotă de piață importantă și este furnizor unic pentru aeroportul internațional Chișinău. Autoritățile moldovene sunt în căutarea de soluții pentru a preveni o eventuală criză. „Lukoil” anunțase vânzarea activelor sale din străinătate, evaluate la aproximativ 20 de miliarde de euro, la patru zile după ce a fost supus sancțiunilor americane, iar trei zile mai târziu ajunsese la un acord cu traderul de petrol Gunvor. Pentru încheierea tranzacției era necesară aprobarea autorităților americane responsabile de sancțiuni. Totuși, Ministerul de Finanțe al SUA a declarat că „atâta timp cât Putin continuă aceste crime fără sens, marioneta Kremlinului — Gunvor — nu va primi niciodată o licență pentru a opera și a obține profit”. După această declarație, reprezentantul Gunvor, Seth Pietras, a declarat pentru Politico că firma își retrage oferta pentru activele externe ale „Lukoil”.

În cele mai multe cazuri, mass-media economică prezintă oameni de afaceri sau investitori, companii sau antreprenori printr-un unghi pozitiv. Mediul de afaceri, în general, este văzut prin prisma taxelor și impozitelor plătite la stat, a locurilor de muncă create și eventual a implicării sociale. Fără îndoială, așa stau lucrurile, companiile mai mari sau mici, românești sau străine joacă atât un rol economic, cât și unul social. Numai că vine un moment în care soclul pe care a fost ridicat mediul economic se fisurează rău. Vine un moment care ne arată un adevăr pe care îl bănuim, dar pe care de multe ori preferăm să îl trecem cu vederea, cel al relațiilor „sulfuroase” dintre unii oameni de afaceri și zona politică. În aceste zile, am văzut un astfel de moment „în toată splendoarea sa”. Un om de afaceri din județul Vaslui proprietarul unei firme cunoscute la nivel regional din industria alimentară a avut la începutul acestui an o mare problemă. Respectiv, inspectorii Direcției sanitar-veterinare locale au găsit salmonella în fermele lui și drept urmare 220.000 de păsări au fost sacrificate și șase milioane de ouă au fost distruse. O comisie formată din reprezentanți ai prefecturii, ai DSV local și experți în sectorul avicol au făcut o evaluare a situației. Dacă verdictul comisiei ar fi fost că proprietarul a respectat normele sanitar-veterinare acesta ar fi obținut despăgubiri de la stat. Miza este foarte mare, pentru că sumele primite ar trebui să ajungă la 13 milioane de lei. Numai că de la începutul anului până în septembrie a.c. nu s-a rezolvat nimic, Direcția Sanitar-Veterinară Vaslui nu a aprobat dosarul de despăgubire. Afaceristul din Vaslui este mânios și crede că oamenii de la stat au ceva cu el și cu fabricile lui de carne de pui. Până aici nu este nimic ieșit din comun. Am văzut de-a lungul timpului nenumărați antreprenori supărați pe stat pentru motive foarte diverse, inclusiv pentru că unele instituții de control le-ar fi închis afacerea pentru o perioadă mai lungă sau mai scurtă de timp. În acest punct, va fi nevoie ca instituțiile statului, poate chiar Corpul de control al prim-ministrului, să lămurească dacă acțiunea Direcției sanitar-veterinare din Vaslui a fost în limitele legale sau a fost vorba de un abuz. Când este nervos omul de afaceri din Vaslui face gesturi îngrozitoare. De exemplu, în urmă cu un an a lovit un cal până când l-a omorât. În cazul despăgubirilor, investitorul vasluian se decide că trebuie să scape de cel care îi pune bețe în roate. Cum ar putea face acest lucru? Schimbându-l de la conducerea instituției. Desigur, nu îl poate da afară pe șeful DSV Vaslui de unul singur și apelează la un politician, șeful PNL pe județ și la o mică rețea din regiune. Politicianul local nu este chiar mărunt. Mai întâi, pentru că acesta este un traseist care și-a început drumul în politică în PSD, a trecut la UNPR, s-a orientat către Partidul Poporului Dan Diaconescu și apoi a eșuat la PNL. Tot acest traseu politic sinuos i-a adus însă suficiente beneficii. A fost director general la Telecomunicații CFR, președintele Consiliului de Administrație al Metrorex și chiar șeful Comitetului de audit din cadrul Consiliului, iar din mai a.c. a fost numit președintele Autorității pentru Reformă Feroviară, instituție care se ocupă de procedurile de achiziții publice de material rulant. Procurorii care instrumentează cazul susțin că omul de afaceri ar fi pus la bătaie 1,5 milioane de euro pentru a rezolva problema. Desigur, suma trebuie privită cu multe rezerve, pare exagerată, dar anchetatorii spun că nu ar fi prima oară când afaceristul ar fi dat bani în acest caz. Totodată, miza este mare: 13 milioane de lei. Mă feresc de judecăți de valoare. Anchetele din România din ultimii ani au adus surprize și multe schimbări de situație. Dar, ceea ce vedem în acest caz ne aduce aminte de Marin Preda având revelația că trăim într-o nouă „eră a ticăloșilor”.

23 Therefore is the kingdom of heaven likened to a king, who would take an account of his servants.Ideo assimilatum est regnum caelorum homini regi, qui voluit rationem ponere cum servis suis. 24 And when he had begun to take the account, one was brought to him, that owed him ten thousand talents.Et cum coepisset rationem ponere, oblatus est ei unus, qui debebat ei decem millia talenta. 25 And as he had not wherewith to pay it, his lord commanded that he should be sold, and his wife and children and all that he had, and payment to be made.Cum autem non haberet unde redderet, jussit eum dominus ejus venundari, et uxorem ejus, et filios, et omnia quae habebat, et reddi. 26 But that servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Procidens autem servus ille, orabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 27 And the lord of that servant being moved with pity, let him go and forgave him the debt.Misertus autem dominus servi illius, dimisit eum, et debitum dimisit ei. 28 But when that servant was gone out, he found one of his fellow servants that owed him an hundred pence: and laying hold of him, throttled him, saying: Pay what thou owest.Egressus autem servus ille invenit unum de conservis suis, qui debebat ei centum denarios : et tenens suffocavit eum, dicens : Redde quod debes. 29 And his fellow servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Et procidens conservus ejus, rogabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 30 And he would not: but went and cast him into prison, till he paid the debt.Ille autem noluit : sed abiit, et misit eum in carcerem donec redderet debitum. 31 Now his fellow servants seeing what was done, were very much grieved, and they came and told their lord all that was done.Videntes autem conservi ejus quae fiebant, contristati sunt valde : et venerunt, et narraverunt domino suo omnia quae facta fuerant. 32 Then his lord called him; and said to him: Thou wicked servant, I forgave thee all the debt, because thou besoughtest me:Tunc vocavit illum dominus suus : et ait illi : Serve nequam, omne debitum dimisi tibi quoniam rogasti me : 33 Shouldst not thou then have had compassion also on thy fellow servant, even as I had compassion on thee?nonne ergo oportuit et te misereri conservi tui, sicut et ego tui misertus sum? 34 And his lord being angry, delivered him to the torturers until he paid all the debt.Et iratus dominus ejus tradidit eum tortoribus, quoadusque redderet universum debitum. 35 So also shall my heavenly Father do to you, if you forgive not every one his brother from your hearts.Sic et Pater meus caelestis faciet vobis, si non remiseritis unusquisque fratri suo de cordibus vestris.God is good towards us: let us be the same towards our brethren. If we pardon our brethren from the bottom of our hearts, our Lord Jesus Christ will remit our debts.

Cum ar fi dacă ultima parte a anului n-ar trebui să fie nici despre a forța, nici despre a te pedepsi, ci despre a-i da un sens?Ce ar deveni posibil pentru tine dacă ți-ai da voie să iei în calcul sezonul vieții în care te afli, capacitatea ta, resursele tale și să folosești ultimele luni din an cu blândețe și ușurință, nu cu teamă, frustrare și critică?Ceea ce vreau să îți împărtășesc azi nu se potrivește doar pentru finalul de an. Ăsta e unghiul din care ne uităm la lucruri azi, însă ceea ce vreau să îți propun ca alternativă pe care să o iei în calcul se potrivește pentru orice situație atipică, neașteptată, copleșitoare din viața ta.Am pus în episodul ăsta și exemple personale și lecții din care să te inspiri, dar și câteva întrebări de coaching care să te ajute să îți clarifici și/sau să redefinești ce înseamnă pentru tine succesul pe final de an.Am și o veste bună pentru tine: workshop-ul tradiție New Year, REAL You revine pentru al 7-lea an!Așa că dacă vrei să facem nu doar o retrospectivă faină pentru 2025 și planuri relevante pentru 2026, ci și un super vision board care să-ți fie ancoră vizuală eu te aștept cu bucurie!Dacă ești pe lista de așteptare vei avea prioritate la înscriere. Link-ul este aici: 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. 
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Avertisment din partea directorului FMI pentru Europa: modelul social european poate fi pus în pericol de creșterea economică limitată și acumularea datoriilor. Soluțiile, însă, țin de întărirea Uniunii, nu se slăbirea ei. În octombrie, FMI a estimat că PIB-ul zonei euro va crește cu 1,2% în acest an  - o estimare ajustată în sus față de precedentele. Dar dincolo de această veste bună, rămân serioase semne de întrebare. Le-a sintetizat Alfred Kammer, directorul departamentului pentru Europa al Fondului Monetar Internațional, într-o conferință organizată de BCE la Bruxelles. El a atențiomat că dacă o creștere economică modestă va persista în zona euro iar datoria va continua să se mărească, modelul social european va fi în pericol. Acest avertisment trebuie le să dea de gândit decidenților europeni și naționali. Pentru că acest model social european este, până la urmă, marea forță de atracție a Uniunii, alături de sistemele extinse de libertăți. Vorbim despre accesul gratuit la educație, despre asigurările de sănătate, sistemele de pensii, sistemele de protecție socială, concediile plătite – de fapt, toată această plasă socială care, potrivit multora, face din Europa cel mai bun loc de trăit din lume.   Măsurile tradiționale nu mai sunt suficiente Însă, așa cum avertizează reprezentantul FMI, pentru ca acest model să poată fi menținut, Europa are nevoie de măsuri semnificative spre a duce creșterea economică la un alt nivel. Pur și simplu, măsurile tradiționale de consolidare fiscală nu vor fi suficiente pentru a preveni explozia nivelurilor datoriei, punând în pericol modelul social al Europei. Iar pentru aceasta, trebuie găsite răspunsuri la multe probleme. Una ar fi cea a protecționismului - barierele comerciale intra-UE rămân ridicate - echivalentul a 44% pentru bunuri și 110% pentru servicii, spune reprezentantul FMI. Populația Europei este îmbătrânită și este nevoie de forță de muncă suplimentară. Iar lipsa unei piețe energetice unificate menține costurile ridicate și slăbește securitatea și reziliența energetică. Titlul discursului reprezentantului FMI la conferința BCE a fost, de asemenea, semnificativ: „Cum poate Europa să plătească pentru lucruri pe care nu și le poate permite” Auzind această intervenție a directorului FMI, mulți vor cânta prohodul Europei – iar unii o vor face cu un soi de satisfacție. Vorbim despre cei care preiau pe nemestecate propaganda rusească: Europa este o entitate îmbătrânită, decăzută și falită. Să nu mai vorbim că și ei sunt beneficiarii modelului social european, care se bazează, printre altele, pe libertatea de circulație a persoanelor, serviciilor sau a forței de muncă. De fapt, soluțiile propuse sunt exact împotriva a ceea ce propun euroscepticii: mai puțin protectionism național și piețe mai deschise, renunțarea la izolaționismul energetic sau o imigrație adaptată la nevoile economice. Și ar mai fi revizuirea bugetelor, reducerea cheltuielilor publice, limitarea serviciilor gratuite pentru cei care au cu adevărat nevoie și nu și le pot permite altfel. Măsuri care sunt atât de puternic contestate, din Franța până în România. În cele din urmă, modelul social european poate fi menținut prin reforme curajoase și prin întărirea Uniunii. Și nu poate fi replicat într-o țară anume, prin protecționism și izolarea de Europa. Ascultați rubrica ”Eurocronica”, cu Ovidiu Nahoi, în fiecare zi, de luni până vineri, de la 8.45 și în reluare duminica, de la 15.00, numai la RFI România

Guvernul de la Chișinău caută soluții pentru criza generată de cota mare pe piața moldovenească a companiei rusești Lukoil, ajunsă sub sancțiunile americane. Vicepremierul pentru infrastructură, Vladimir Bolea, a dat asigurări să aeroportul internațional Chișinău nu va rămâne fără combustibil, chiar dacă Lukoil este singurul furnizor pentru aeroport. „Căutăm soluții pe trei paliere distincte: rețeaua de benzinării, infrastructura de depozitare en-gros și, cu prioritate, infrastructura vitală de pe teritoriul aeroportului pentru a asigura stabilitatea pieței și securitatea energetică a țării”, spune Vladimir Bolea. Temele ediției: - Închiderea Centrului cultural rus din R.Moldova, prima decizie a noului Guvern de la Chișinău. Un interviu realizat de Liliana Barbăroșie cu ministrul Culturii, Cristian Jardan. - Cum și dacă poate deveni România refugiu pentru cetățenii moldoveni. Cronica semnată de jurnalistul Euronews România, Vitalie Cojocari. - Cum funcționează programul de stagii în instituțiile publice, care oferă tinerilor poziții în Guvernul, Parlamentul și Președinția Republicii Moldova. După trei luni, cei mai buni au posibilitatea să se angajeze fără concurs. Un reportaj de Ecaterina Tanasiiciuc. - Tensiunile religioase din nordul Moldovei ajung din nou în instanță. Șase locuitori din Grinăuți, raionul Rîșcani, au fost trimiși în judecată, acuzați că l-au agresat pe preotul care a decis trecerea bisericii din sat la Mitropolia Basarabiei. Un reportaj de Denis Chirtoca și Cătălin Volconovici. - Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, începe astăzi o vizită oficială de două zile în Republica Moldova - Comisia Electorală Centrală de la Chișinău a inițiat verificarea finanțării Blocului Patriotic, bloc care a adus în Legislativ 26 de deputați socialiști și comuniști. Există suspiciuni că acesta ar fi primit finanțare ilegală din Rusia. - Comisia pentru politică externă din noul parlament suspendă activitatea grupurilor parlamentare de prietenie cu Rusia și Belarus, pe durata războiului de agresiune al Federației Ruse împotriva Ucrainei - Cetățenii Republicii Moldova vor putea solicita online toate actele de stare civilă, la prețuri mai mici decât la ghișeu. Știrile zilei: Cabinetul de miniștri condus de premierul Alexandru Munteanu a avut miercuri dimineața prima ședință după învestire, iar primul punct pe agendă a fost denunțarea Acordului cu Guvernul Federației Ruse privind funcționarea Centrului Cultural rus în R.Moldova. Înainte de ședință, noul premier a anunțat primele sale vizite externe – prima va fi la București, iar detaliile vizitei sunt acum în pregătire. A doua vizită va fi la Bruxelles, a anunțat Alexandru Munteanu, fără să dea datele concrete pentru care se pregătesc aceste vizite. *** Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, începe joi o vizită oficială de două zile în Republica Moldova. Aceasta va susține vineri un discurs în plenul legislativului moldovean, cu ocazia constituirii noii componențe, pro-europene, a Parlamentului. Roberta Metsola se va întâlni cu oficialii moldoveni și va participa la o întâlnire cu tinerii la Liceul „Spiru Haret” din Chișinău. *** Comisia Electorală Centrală de la Chișinău a inițiat verificarea finanțării Blocului Patriotic și a Partidului Inima Moldovei, bloc care s-a plasat pe locul doi la parlamentare și a adus în Legislativ 26 de deputați socialiști și comuniști. Potrivit Comisiei electorale, controlul se va desfășura până pe 31 martie 2026 și se va încheia cu întocmirea unor rapoarte pentru fiecare formațiune politică. Autoritățile moldovene au suspiciuni rezonabilă că formațiunile din Blocul Patriotic ar fi primit finanțări netransparente din Federația Rusă, ceea ce a influențat campania electorală și rezultatul alegerilor. *** Comisia pentru politică externă din noul parlament de la Chișinău suspendă activitatea grupurilor parlamentare de prietenie cu Rusia și Belarus, pe durata războiului de agresiune al Federației Ruse împotriva Ucrainei, transmite IPN. Anunțul a fost făcut de președinta comisiei, Doina Gherman, care a subliniat că decizia reflectă angajamentul Republicii Moldova față de valorile democrației și respectarea suveranității statelor. „Credem cu tărie în necesitatea menținerii grupurilor de prietenie cu statele care respectă suveranitatea, independența și integritatea teritorială a țării, precum și demnitatea umană și libertatea”, a declarat Doina Gherman. *** Poliția anunțat despre o captură record de arme și muniții, în timpul unei operațiuni ce viza un caz de șantaj. Potrivit anchetei, în timpul perchezițiilor au fost descoperite și ridicate 16 arme de foc, inclusiv mitraliere și puști, dar și arme cu lunetă, aproximativ zece mii de cartușe, 5 grenade și 2 aruncătoare, camuflate și ascunse în perete. De asemenea, au fost ridicate 3 pașapoarte cu aceeași fotografie, dar identități diferite, și alte obiecte interzise. Urmare a probelor acumulate patru persoane au fost reținute pentru a stabili circumstanțele și proveniența armamentului. Armele și munițiile capturate la Chișinău urmau să fie folosite pentru destabilizări în Republica Moldova, declară ministra Afacerilor Interne, Daniela Misail-Nichitin. Nu este clar în acest moment cum a ajuns arsenalul la Chișinău. „Mecanismele pot fi diferite. Ele pot intra în țară și din Ucraina, dar avem și situații când ele ajung din țări ale Uniunii Europene. Totodată, avem și situații când și regiunea din stânga Nistrului este folosită în acest sens”, a subliniat ministra Afacerilor Interne, Daniela Misail-Nichitin. *** Cetățenii Republicii Moldova vor putea solicita online toate serviciile de stare civilă, la prețuri mai mici decât la ghișeu. Noul sistem „Acte de stare civilă” al Agenției Servicii Publice (ASP) va permite înregistrarea nașterilor, căsătoriilor, divorțurilor sau schimbarea numelui direct de pe calculator sau telefon, cu semnătură electronică. Potrivit unui comunicat al ASP, actele eliberate în format digital vor avea aceeași valoare juridică precum documentele tipărite și vor putea fi recepționate în MCabinetul personal al cetățeanului sau livrate prin sistemul MDelivery. Modernizarea sistemului va aduce mai multă comoditate și transparență, reducând timpul de așteptare și eliminând necesitatea prezentării documentelor pe suport de hârtie, notează instituția.

Democratul Zohran Mamdani a cîștigat alegerile pentru primăria New Yorkului. În Virginia și New Jersey două politiciene democrate au cîștigat competiția pentru funcția de guvernator. Ce reprezintă aceste victorii ale Partidului Democrat, la primele alegeri din Statele Unite ale Americii de la revenirea lui Donald Trump la Casa Albă? Cum a reuşit Zohran Mamdani să cîștige primăria celui mai populat oraș american, cu 50,4% din voturi? Va putea să-şi ţină promisiunile din campanie? L-am întrebat pe politologul Andrei Țăranu.Andrei Țăranu: „Este o schimbare generaţională. Populaţia între 18 şi 44 de ani a votat masiv cu Mamdani. A votat o populaţie diversă. Au votat şi persoane albe, şi persoane de culoare, dar au votat şi evrei, deşi s-a făcut suficient de multă campanie împotriva lui Zohran Mamdani că ar fi antisemit – ceea ce nu cred că este. Dimensiunea asta de identity politics, legată de religie, de culoare, a avut şi ea un rol important. Or, populaţia New Yorkului, care e mult mai cosmopolită şi mai integrată în noile tehnologii, în noua societate decît populaţia din mijlocul Statelor Unite, a trecut peste această formulă de identity politics şi s-a uitat la programele sociale pe care le propune Zohran Mamdani, programe sociale necesare pentru o bună parte din populaţia mai degrabă din lower middle class, clasa mijlocie mai săracă din New York.”Va putea Zohran Mamdani să-și țină promisiunile din campanie: înghețarea chiriilor, transport gratuit cu autobuzul în oraș, servicii publice de îngrijire a copiilor, creșterea salariului minim la 30 de dolari pe oră pînă în 2030? Andrei Țăranu: „Va conta foarte mult în ce măsură va reuşi să convingă consiliul primăriei oraşului New York să-i accepte taxele. El vrea să mărească taxele persoanelor care au o avere sau un venit mai mare de 1 milion de dolari pe an. Şi ăştia sînt mulţi în New York. Există, fără îndoială, şi o reacţie a celor care se tem de această creştere a taxelor. Unii dintre ei, care vor putea, vor pleca din New York. Se vor duce în New Jersey – deşi şi New Jersey a fost cîştigat de democraţi. Sau vor căuta alte zone, dar suficient de aproape de oraş încît să facă naveta pentru afacerile şi treburile lor. Iar asta va conduce, probabil, la o scădere a preţurilor locuinţelor, ceea ce ar putea să reprezinte un succes, cel puţin în primă instanţă, pentru politicile lui Mamdani. În al doilea rînd s-ar putea ca, dacă i se acceptă taxele, o parte dintre politicile sale să se bucure de susţinere publică. E clar că el va trebui să se mişte foarte repede.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral! O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei Martin Un produs Radio România Cultural 

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23 Therefore is the kingdom of heaven likened to a king, who would take an account of his servants.Ideo assimilatum est regnum caelorum homini regi, qui voluit rationem ponere cum servis suis. 24 And when he had begun to take the account, one was brought to him, that owed him ten thousand talents.Et cum coepisset rationem ponere, oblatus est ei unus, qui debebat ei decem millia talenta. 25 And as he had not wherewith to pay it, his lord commanded that he should be sold, and his wife and children and all that he had, and payment to be made.Cum autem non haberet unde redderet, jussit eum dominus ejus venundari, et uxorem ejus, et filios, et omnia quae habebat, et reddi. 26 But that servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Procidens autem servus ille, orabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 27 And the lord of that servant being moved with pity, let him go and forgave him the debt.Misertus autem dominus servi illius, dimisit eum, et debitum dimisit ei. 28 But when that servant was gone out, he found one of his fellow servants that owed him an hundred pence: and laying hold of him, throttled him, saying: Pay what thou owest.Egressus autem servus ille invenit unum de conservis suis, qui debebat ei centum denarios : et tenens suffocavit eum, dicens : Redde quod debes. 29 And his fellow servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Et procidens conservus ejus, rogabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 30 And he would not: but went and cast him into prison, till he paid the debt.Ille autem noluit : sed abiit, et misit eum in carcerem donec redderet debitum. 31 Now his fellow servants seeing what was done, were very much grieved, and they came and told their lord all that was done.Videntes autem conservi ejus quae fiebant, contristati sunt valde : et venerunt, et narraverunt domino suo omnia quae facta fuerant. 32 Then his lord called him; and said to him: Thou wicked servant, I forgave thee all the debt, because thou besoughtest me:Tunc vocavit illum dominus suus : et ait illi : Serve nequam, omne debitum dimisi tibi quoniam rogasti me : 33 Shouldst not thou then have had compassion also on thy fellow servant, even as I had compassion on thee?nonne ergo oportuit et te misereri conservi tui, sicut et ego tui misertus sum? 34 And his lord being angry, delivered him to the torturers until he paid all the debt.Et iratus dominus ejus tradidit eum tortoribus, quoadusque redderet universum debitum. 35 So also shall my heavenly Father do to you, if you forgive not every one his brother from your hearts.Sic et Pater meus caelestis faciet vobis, si non remiseritis unusquisque fratri suo de cordibus vestris.Parable of the wicked servant. Charity towards our brother is one of the principal precepts of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Președinta Maia Sandu declară la Bruxelles că este imperios necesar ca UE să găsească în următoarele luni o soluție pentru a debloca negocierile pentru aderarea Republicii Moldova și Ucrainei. „Cel mai bun mod de a apăra pacea Europei este de a-i extinde spațiul de pace. Dacă Moldova rămâne în afara Uniunii, va continua să fie o verigă lipsă în securitatea UE și a Ucrainei, iar Rusia se va regrupa și va lovi din nou. „Cetățenii noștri trebuie să vadă, prin fapte, că ușa Europei este deschisă — și că locul Moldovei este înăuntru”, a mai declarat președinta Maia Sandu la Bruxelles. Temele ediției: - Amenințările pe online la adresa jurnaliștilor au devenit o regulă în Republica Moldova, în campaniile electorale în mod special, dar și atunci când aceștia abordează subiecte incomode sau publică investigații. Cum se poate proteja un jurnalist și ce pot face autoritățile pentru ca amenințările să nu degenereze în agresiuni fizice? Invitata Moldova Zoom de astăzi este jurnalista Mariana Rață, moderatoare a emisiunii de investigație „Cutia Neagră” la TV8. Un interviu realizat de Liliana Barbăroșie. - Cine și câți sunt dușmanii aderării Republicii Moldova la UE din România? Un răspuns de la jurnalistul Euronews România, Vitalie Cojocari. - La Iași, peste 200 de tineri din Republica Moldova învață de la zero, la un curs facultativ, ce înseamnă integrarea europeană. Un reportaj de Ecaterina Tanasiiciuc. - Cabinetul de miniștri condus de premierul Alexandru Munteanu ține prima ședință după învestire. - Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, efectuează pe 6 și 7 noiembrie o vizită oficială la Chișinău - Republica Moldova a fost marți în centrul discuțiilor la Bruxelles. - Economia moldovenească rămâne în stagnare pe fundalul provocărilor globale. Știrile zilei: Cabinetul de miniștri condus de premierul Alexandru Munteanu ține miercuri prima ședință după învestire. Unul din primele proiecte ale noului Executiv este cel de denunțare a Acordului cu Guvernul Federației Ruse privind funcționarea Centrului Cultural rus, care funcționează la Chișinău. Acordul a intrat în vigoare încă în 2001, iar acum autoritățile moldovene subliniază că, în contextul actualei situații geopolitice, continuarea funcționării Centrului Cultural rus poate fi utilizată de Federația Rusă pentru promovarea unor narative distorsionate. Noul Guvern va examina și proiectul care prevede aprobarea Acordului cu Guvernul României privind controlul coordonat pe teritoriul român, pe ambele sensuri de control, în punctul feroviar de trecere a frontierei de stat Cantemir (Republica Moldova) – Fălciu (România), semnat la București la 1 octombrie 2025. *** Comisia Europeană a prezentat marți raportul de extindere, o evaluare detaliată a progreselor înregistrate în ultimul an de statele candidate pentru aderarea la UE, raport care spune că Republica Moldova este țara care a înregistrat cele mai multe progrese în ultimul an, în pofida încercărilor de interferență din partea Rusiei. *** Președinta Maia Sandu declară la Bruxelles că Republica Moldova își dorește să rămână țară democratică și parte a lumii libere, statut pe care i-l poate asigura doar calitatea de membru al UE, mai ales că Rusia nu va renunța la intenția de a o deturna, chiar dacă a pierdut ultimele trei alegeri în Republica Moldova. Aflată într-o vizită de lucru la Bruxelles, Maia Sandu a participat și la o conferință dedicată subiectului extinderii Uniunii Europene, organizată de Euronews. Iar la finalul vizitei șefa statului a găzduit un eveniment dedicat Republicii Moldova, cu sute de oficiali și reprezentanți ai instituțiilor europene. Maia Sandu a declarat la eveniment că Moldova este pregătită pentru următorul pas în aderare și că Europa nu-și mai poate permite zone gri nesigure. „Cel mai bun mod de a apăra pacea Europei este de a-i extinde spațiul de pace. Dacă Moldova rămâne în afara Uniunii, va continua să fie o verigă lipsă în securitatea UE și a Ucrainei”, a declarat Maia Sandu. Rusia se va regrupa și va lovi din nou — căutând noi vulnerabilități, învățând din eșecuri, rafinându-și metodele. „Cetățenii noștri trebuie să vadă, prin fapte, că ușa Europei este deschisă — și că locul Moldovei este înăuntru”, a mai declarat președinta Maia Sandu la Bruxelles. Mai multe detalii despre discuțiile de la Bruxelles – în program. *** Președinta Parlamentului European, Roberta Metsola, efectuează o vizită oficială în Republica Moldova, în perioada 6 – 7 noiembrie. Aceasta va susține un discurs în plenul legislativului moldovean, cu ocazia constituirii noii componențe, pro-europene, a Parlamentului. Roberta Metsola se va întâlni cu oficialii moldoveni și va participa la o întâlnire cu tinerii la Liceul „Spiru Haret” din Chișinău. *** Economia Republicii Moldova rămâne în stagnare pe fundalul provocărilor globale, în timp ce inflația, deși încă ridicată, urmează un trend descendent. Sunt constatările ediției de toamnă a raportului de țară a Grupului Băncii Mondiale la Chișinău. Raportul constată deteriorarea poziției externe a Republicii Moldova, dar și oportunitățile pe care procesul de integrare europeană le oferă pentru reforme și creștere economică, transmite Radio Chișinău. Banca Mondială notează că în primele nouă luni, nivelul mediu al inflației a fost de aproximativ 8%, peste ținta de 5 la sută a Băncii Naționale, din cauza prețurilor la energie, servicii și produse alimentare. Pentru acest an experții estimează o creștere economică modestă de aproape 1,5 la sută, susținută de investiții și de creșterea veniturilor populației. Deficitul bugetar ar urma să fie de aproximativ 4,4 la sută din Produsul Intern Brut (PIB), sub limita planificată. Unul din principalele obiective declarate de noul guvern de la Chișinău, condus de economistul Alexandru Munteanu, este dezvoltarea economică a Republica Moldova, puternic marcată de consecințele războiului din Ucraina.

Certurile și împăcările sunt parte naturală a oricărei relații de cuplu. Conflictul nu este ceva neapărat negativ, este sănătos și necesar. Însă, când apare conflictul, un partener vrea conexiune, în timp ce altul vrea distanță, unul vrea să vorbească, celălat se închide și mai tare. Cum să ne certăm constructiv și cum să ne împăcăm în cuplu, am aflat de la Bianca Pescaru, psiholog clinician și psihoterapeut cognitv comportamental, invitata emisiunii Sănătatea FM. "Conflictul face parte din viață, conflictul nu este ceva neapărat negativ. Și asta, în pofida convingerii pe care mulți oameni o au, care cred că conflictul este ceva negativ și ceva distructiv. Însă conflictul la nivel de verbalizare, de comunicare, fără agresivitate verbală, fără agresivitate fizică, debate-ul de opinii și de perspective este un lucru care face parte din viață. Este un lucru firesc, pentru că se întâlnesc două perspective.", spune Bianca Pescaru,  psiholog clinician, psihoterapeut cognitv comportamental, cu multiple specializări și formări în CBT, Schema Therapy, Compassion Focused Therapy, Analiză tranzacțională și Coaching sistemic. Este absolut sănătos și necesar să existe conflicte în cuplu, deoarece sunt o oportunitate de creștere pentru noi ca ființe umane dar și pentru cuplu.  Bianca Pescaru explică de ce:  "Dacă noi n-am avea conflicte, n-am afla cum se simte celălalt, cum gândește celălalt, care este realitatea sa, cum se văd lucrurile din papucii săi, așa cum spunem noi.  Și atunci aceste diferențe de opinie sau aceste verbalizări, care fac parte din cadrul unui conflict, ne ajută să îl înțelegem pe celălalt, îl ajută și pe celălalt să ne înțeleagă pe noi și în felul acesta cuplul crește, prin  aceste conflicte noi. Noi ne repliem în urma conflictelor și mergem la următorul nivel.".   În timpul unui conflict, ar fi util să evităm negativitatea sub orice formă, să nu aducem injurii, să nu aducem jigniri, să nu etichetăm persoana cealaltă, explică Bianca Pescaru.  "De la "ești un prost, un tâmpit", tot felul de etichetări de genul ăsta, "din cauza ta, din vina ta, datorită ție, pentru că tu ai făcut sau n-ai făcut". Deci aruncarea cumva a responsabilității doar în cârca celuilalt, arătatul cu degetul și jignirile și etichetările sub diverse diverse forme. În cadrul unui conflict, din păcate, se activează, așa cum spuneam, părțile astea imature din interiorul partenerilor și atunci ajung să se certe copilul furios din interiorul unuia cu copilul furios din interiorul celuilalt. Și într-o luptă, fiecare începe să atace. Ce facem? În general, încercăm să atacăm, încercăm să ne apărăm prin forma aceasta de atac și de luptă. Lucruri care evident că nu ajută și escaladează și mai mult conflictul și îl fac pe celălalt să se enerveze, poate și mai tare, sau să se retragă sau să fugă din situația respectivă,  să intre în acea evitare de care povesteam, și asta duce la foarte multă suferință pentru pentru ambii parteneri.", mai spune psihologul. Potrivit acesteia, fiecare persoană are un stil de atașament care determină determină modul în care reacționezăm.  În general, ne caracterizează foarte mult modul în care noi relaționăm și modul în care ne comportăm. Și, evident, tot acest stil de atașament ne conduce foarte mult și reacțiile în cadrul unui conflict sau post-conflict.  Există trei stiluri de atașament. Explică Bianca Pescaru:  1. Stilul de atașament anxios- oamenii care au acest stil de atașament sunt persoanele care într-adevăr sunt mai comunicative, sunt mai vorbărețe și care, în cadrul unui conflict sau post-conflict, simt nevoia de de ventilare, simt nevoia să vorbească. Anxietatea din interior nu-i face să poată să stea liniștiți, nu-și gestionează bine propriul tumult emoțional. Și atunci acest coping de a vorbi despre..., îi ajută foarte mult să se liniștească. 2. Stilul de atașament evitant- persoanele care au acest stil de atașament sunt persoanele care de obicei sunt mai introverte, necomunicative, care vorbesc mai puțin, care evită foarte mult confruntarea, evită foarte mult comunicarea și mai ales în cadrul conflictului sau post-conflict sunt persoanele care se retrag, simt nevoia să se retragă, simt nevoia să fugă de interacțiunea cu celălalt, fug de propriile emoții, se duc în tot felul de ieșiri, de activități care să îi țină departe de a intra în contact cu acest tumult emoțional. 3. Stilul de atașament securizant- pe care foarte puține persoane, ca și număr, îl au într-un mod natural, așa, din parcursul lor prin viață, să zic. Studiile ne arată că majoritatea oamenilor, tocmai datorită acestui istoric de viață, au stiluri de atașament anxios sau evitant . În schimb, foarte multe persoane care merg în terapie și care fac un proces terapeutic complet ajung să își dezvolte și să schimbe acest stil de atașament într-unul securizant, care este modul de comportament adult din punct de vedere psihologic, de comunicare, de gândire, de a simți și de a se comporta.", mai spune psihoterapeutul Bianca Pescaru, care continuă:  "În istoria noastră de copii, cu toții am avut povești care n-au fost neapărat ceea ce ar fi trebuit să fie. Cu toții am suferit când am fost copii, am fost răniți în acel mediu în care am trăit, am trăit niște evenimente adverse și lucrurile acestea și-au pus amprenta într-un mod definitoriu asupra noastră ca ființe umane. Și, în funcție de istoriile de viață pe care noi le-am trăit, fiecare dintre noi am proiectat în psihicul nostru un IMAGO, spunem noi, specialiștii, adică un șablon al familiarului pentru creierul nostru. Și fiecare dintre noi avem acest IMAGO vis-a-vis de un partener. Ce căutăm noi la un partener de cuplu și când ajungem să ne îndrăgostim, practic, noi găsim acest IMAGO, găsim în partenerul nostru acest șablon care conține, evident, foarte multe informații, majoritatea sunt în mintea noastră inconștientă. Și, ce se întâmplă în relațiile de cuplu în general, asta este lucrul care se întâmplă cel mai adesea într-un mod inconștient, evident, proiectăm în partenerul nostru lucrurile neîmplinite, nevoile neîmplinite pe care le-am avut în istoria noastră de copii, deci așteptările. Avem niște așteptări, evident nerealiste. Și avem aceste așteptări ca partenerul nostru să fie părintele ideal pe care nu l-am avut în propria noastră copilărie.", explică psiholog Bianca Pescaru.  Partenerul nostru nu este părintele nostru, punctează psihologul. "Deci noi, în mod sănătos, suntem niște adulți care ar trebui să știm să avem grijă de propriile noastre nevoi, în primul rând noi, și apoi să avem niște pretenții de la partenerul nostru. Însă, adesea, relaționăm în relația de cuplu cu părțile imature din ființa noastră. Noi avem mai multe subidentități, avem părțile astea de copil interior, părțile copilului care am fost cândva. Și atunci, ne simțim într-un mod familiar, așa cum ne-am simțit în copilărie, în anumite momente, la anumite triggere,  la anumite situații și, evident, începe această dinamică care este nesănătoasă și imatură. Pe de altă parte, partenerul nostru de cuplu este și el o persoană care nu este o persoană perfectă, este o persoană care are propriile istorii de viață și propriile răni, propriile umbre, așa cum spunem noi în psihologie, drept urmare, nu poate să ne satisfacă tot timpul dorințele. În cadrul cuplului"., mai spune Bianca Pescaru.

23 Therefore is the kingdom of heaven likened to a king, who would take an account of his servants.Ideo assimilatum est regnum caelorum homini regi, qui voluit rationem ponere cum servis suis. 24 And when he had begun to take the account, one was brought to him, that owed him ten thousand talents.Et cum coepisset rationem ponere, oblatus est ei unus, qui debebat ei decem millia talenta. 25 And as he had not wherewith to pay it, his lord commanded that he should be sold, and his wife and children and all that he had, and payment to be made.Cum autem non haberet unde redderet, jussit eum dominus ejus venundari, et uxorem ejus, et filios, et omnia quae habebat, et reddi. 26 But that servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Procidens autem servus ille, orabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 27 And the lord of that servant being moved with pity, let him go and forgave him the debt.Misertus autem dominus servi illius, dimisit eum, et debitum dimisit ei. 28 But when that servant was gone out, he found one of his fellow servants that owed him an hundred pence: and laying hold of him, throttled him, saying: Pay what thou owest.Egressus autem servus ille invenit unum de conservis suis, qui debebat ei centum denarios : et tenens suffocavit eum, dicens : Redde quod debes. 29 And his fellow servant falling down, besought him, saying: Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.Et procidens conservus ejus, rogabat eum, dicens : Patientiam habe in me, et omnia reddam tibi. 30 And he would not: but went and cast him into prison, till he paid the debt.Ille autem noluit : sed abiit, et misit eum in carcerem donec redderet debitum. 31 Now his fellow servants seeing what was done, were very much grieved, and they came and told their lord all that was done.Videntes autem conservi ejus quae fiebant, contristati sunt valde : et venerunt, et narraverunt domino suo omnia quae facta fuerant. 32 Then his lord called him; and said to him: Thou wicked servant, I forgave thee all the debt, because thou besoughtest me:Tunc vocavit illum dominus suus : et ait illi : Serve nequam, omne debitum dimisi tibi quoniam rogasti me : 33 Shouldst not thou then have had compassion also on thy fellow servant, even as I had compassion on thee?nonne ergo oportuit et te misereri conservi tui, sicut et ego tui misertus sum? 34 And his lord being angry, delivered him to the torturers until he paid all the debt.Et iratus dominus ejus tradidit eum tortoribus, quoadusque redderet universum debitum. 35 So also shall my heavenly Father do to you, if you forgive not every one his brother from your hearts.Sic et Pater meus caelestis faciet vobis, si non remiseritis unusquisque fratri suo de cordibus vestris.

Teodorina Secară este doctor stomatolog, specializat în ortodonție și ortopedie dento-facială. A ales medicina, asta după ce a terminat studii de filosofie și comunicare, iar curiozitatea, rigoarea și dorința de a fi în slujba celorlalți sunt repere și standarde personale. Cum funcționează filozofia, comunicarea pe Instagram cu subiecte din medicina dentară, într-o țară în care consumul de pastă de dinți este scăzut? Teodorina Secară a absolvit cursurile Facultății de Medicină Dentară din cadrul UMF „Iuliu Hatieganu” Cluj-Napoca și s-a specializat în Ortodonție la UMF „Carol Davila”, București. Este membru AAO (American Association of Orthodontists), WFO (World Federation of Orthodontists), ANRO, EOS și DGKFO. În anul 2010 a urmat cursul de certificare în tehnica linguală Incognito, sub îndrumarea dr. Jean Stephane Simon. A absolvit programul “The McLaughlin 2 Year Orthodontic Program” sustinut de către Dr. Richard P. McLaughlin, Dr. Terry McDonald and Dr. G. William Arnett, în San Diego, California. Teodorina Secară este licențiată în filosofie (Universitatea Babes-Bolyai) și a urmat cursuri academice post-universitare de “Comunicare și Relații Publice” la SNSPA București.

Mihai Morar îl prezintă României pe Miguel Gane – românul care este cel mai bine vândut poet din Spania!E timpul ca românii să își cunoască și conaționalii care ne fac cinste în străinătate. Pentru că diaspora înseamnă în primul rând oameni plecați în căutarea unui trai mai bun, care muncesc cinstit, oameni cu care ar trebui să ne mândrim. În podastul de astăzi ai ocazia să afli ce au lăsat ei în urmă. Cum este viața reală a unui migrant printre străini, chiar și după 30 de ani de trăit și muncit printre ei. Iar invitatul de azi este românul a cărui emoție naturală și empatie l-au făcut cel mai bine vândut poet din Spania! Incredibil, nu? Românul care a fermecat Spania și America Latină, care are până acum vândute 200.000 de cărți, ne spune cum se trăiește din poezie în 2025, unde i-a rămas sufletul și care e limba în care visează. Și își prezintă cel mai recent roman,  lansat în limba română: ‚Când o să te faci mare'.Descoperă realitatea Occidentului altfel decât o știi prin intermediul vacanțelor sau a știrilor. Descoperă-l pe omul care este deja un idol în Spania, Mexic sau Argentina: Miguel Gane.La Fain & Simplu, cu Mihai Morar.

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În acest episod din Thinking Made Visible, stau de vorbă cu Anca Ienin, farmacist naturopat, despre suplimente naturale, energie, echilibru hormonal și felul în care putem înțelege mai bine corpul nostru, dincolo de promisiunile rapide și de sfaturile găsite online.Într-o perioadă în care suplimentele par soluția pentru orice - de la oboseală și lipsă de energie până la stres și imunitate, Anca explică limpede de ce nu există o formulă universală.Fiecare organism are ritmul și nevoile lui, iar alegerea corectă pornește întotdeauna de la cunoaștere și analiză, nu de la imitație.Discuția atinge teme esențiale precum legătura dintre stres, cortizol și epuizarea suprarenalelor, relația dintre alimentație și echilibrul hormonal, dar și rolul real al suplimentelor în susținerea corpului.Anca vorbește despre importanța Magneziului și a cofactorilor săi, despre modul în care Vitamina D, C sau alte suplimente pot fi utile doar atunci când sunt administrate corect și adaptate la contextul fiecărui individ.Explică de ce automedicația, chiar și în forma ei naturală, poate destabiliza organismul și de ce este mai sănătos să privim suplimentele ca pe un sprijin, nu ca pe o soluție în sine.E un dialog fără termeni complicați, dar cu informații solide, care aduce laolaltă logica medicinei și înțelegerea profundă a corpului uman.Anca vorbește cu răbdare despre modul în care obiceiurile zilnice, somnul, alimentația și stresul influențează energia, starea mentală și hormonii și despre cum o abordare echilibrată poate transforma complet felul în care ne raportăm la sănătate.Dacă vrei să înțelegi mai bine ce se întâmplă în corpul tău atunci când ești epuizat, de ce suplimentele nu sunt întotdeauna răspunsul și cum poți să previi dezechilibrele fără extreme, episodul acesta e pentru tine:Intro (00:00)Cine este Anca Ienin (2:02)Susținător al suplimentelor naturale și al hranei vii = împotriva medicinei alopate? (5:10)Situație în care a folosit combinația dintre cele două: suplimente și medicina alopată (6:26)Care este diferența dintre a lua suplimente naturale și a lua vitamine? (12:07)Cum rescriem aceste convingeri? (16:11)Antreprenorii, creatorii, freelancerii, părinții cu copii, care lucrează 8–10 ore pe zi (18:26)Sănătatea bărbaţilor – exemplu concret (20:32)Paradoxul „Sunt de succes, dar sănătatea este pe buturgă.” (25:08)Principalele simptome ale femeilor care ajung în FEMIS (27:32)Combinarea terapiei cu partea de suplimente naturale (32:51)Adolescenţii şi suplimentele naturale (36:07)Te duci la cauză sau lucrezi doar la simptom? (38:22)Top 3 suplimente prost înțelese de majoritatea lumii (40:47)Femeile care sunt la perimenopauză sau menopauză (51:01)Consultarea medicilor înainte de a lua suplimente (54:04)Importanța prevenției în cabinetul medicului de familie (59:04)Top 3 suplimente pe care le foloseşti frecvent (59:51)Conexiunea nevăzută între suplimente şi binele pe care-l fac în corp (1:03:17)Mesaj pentru persoanele care au căutat deja soluţii şi nu au reuşit să le găsească pe cele potrivite lor (1:06:10)Outro (1:11:10)Dacă vrei să vezi și Webinarul despre care vorbim în finalul episodului, îl găseşti aici. Urmăreşte-l până la capăt, poate să-ţi aducă claritatea de care aveai nevoie.

Anunțul Washingtonului privind o retragere parțială a militarilor staționați pe flancul estic al NATO a produs multă emoție la București. Este România mai vulnerabilă acum în fața amenințării rusești? Anunțul a fost primit cu bucurie în extrema dreaptă din România. Aceasta vede în decizia de la Washington, care afectează direct România, o pedeapsă binemeritată pentru faptul că autoritățile de la București au anulat alegerile din noiembrie-decembrie 2024. De asemenea, retragerea parțială a americanilor este pentru ei urmarea alegerii președintelui Nicușor Dan, în scrutinul din mai, al cărui rezultat, extrema dreaptă nu-l recunoaște nici acum. Întocmai ca și propaganda Kremlinului. În cealaltă parte a societății, retragerea este privită cu îngrijorare. Este un semn al reducerii angajamentului american pentru Europa, într-un moment al creșterii intensității războiului hibrid al Rusiei. Polonia și România au fost recent survolate de drone rusești. Avioane ale Rusiei au încălcat spațiul aerian al Estoniei. Activitatea de pe aeroporturi din Germania și Danemarca a fost perturbată de drone bănuite a fi fost manevrate de Rusia. România a dejucat un act de sabotaj rusesc asupra unei firme ucrainene de distribuție de colete. Lituania a închis granița cu Belarus după ce sute de baloane cu heliu au afectat zborurile pe aeroportul din Vilnius. Iar miercuri, Polonia a interceptat un avion de recunoaștere rusesc deasupra spațiului său aerian. Cum să privim, așadar, decizia americană? Din punct de vedere tactic, decizia nu schimbă situația de pe teren. După cum a comunicat și Departamentul de Război de la Washington, ”aceasta nu reprezintă o retragere a Statelor Unite din Europa şi nici un semnal al unei diminuări a angajamentului faţă de NATO şi faţă de Articolul 5”. Dimpotrivă, este un semnal pozitiv al creşterii capacităţii şi responsabilităţii europene. Cu alte cuvinte, europenii pot acum să compenseze ajustarea posturii militare a Statelor Unite. Și să nu ne imaginăm că militarii staționați acum pe flancul estic ar fi singurii chemați să intervină în cazul unei crize adevărate generate de Rusia. În această situație, de nedorit și încă puțin probabilă, ar fi vorba despre un număr cu mult mai mare de militari și de cu totul alte cantități de echipamente militare. Totuși, așa cum a atras atenția și expertul în securitate George Scutaru, într-un interviu pentru AFP, semnalul politic ar putea fi unul prost pentru Rusia, care ar putea înțelege că acum, Marea Neagră este mai puțin importantă pentru America. Ne-am putea aștepta, așadar, la creșterea provocărilor, după dronele care au traversat spațiul aerian al României, în septembrie? Posibil. Dar, în acest stadiu al războiului hibrid, nu plecarea a 800 de militari americani vulnerabilizează România. România este vulnerabilă în interiorul ei, prin gradul înalt de penetrare a propagandei ruse. Prin lipsa de coeziune și prin contestarea tot mai fățișă a apartenenței la Occident. De asemenea, România este vulnerabilă din cauza unei coaliții de guvernare care trosnește din toate încheieturile.   Ascultați rubrica ”Eurocronica”, cu Ovidiu Nahoi, în fiecare zi, de luni până vineri, de la 8.45 și în reluare duminica, de la 15.00, numai la RFI România

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

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 17 I Need A Bigger Bed? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way      Yes, Rio," Mercy wiggled in even tighter, "you can annoy me whenever you want." I was starting to seriously work over Heaven's butthole when I caught Barbie Lynn move her lips over to Rio's ear. "You rock," Barbie Lynn whispered to my 'Bro'. Rio kept her eyes shut but grunted in disgust. She was a stone-cold pitiless bad-ass who cared about nothing and nobody, just ask her. "Are you putting your whole god-damn fist up my ass?" Heaven hissed. "That's my thumb, ya big baby," I quietly teased. We owed it to our bed buddies to keep the noise down as much as possible. "That's right, Big Daddy, tear my poor little hinny up," she pouted devilishly. She was on top so she had to press her tits hard against me to whisper in my ear. "Next time I want to be alone so you can treat me like your dog-bitch, press my face into a pillow to stifle my screams, and drill me deeper than you've ever reached before." "Are you trying to make me cum before I even get inside you?" I gasped. "Oh, God, no," Heaven squeaked. "Don't you dare, please," she begged. "You make me feel so good. I'm sorry I teased you. We can take it slow if you want." "If you want to make me happier, play with yourself and let me feel it," I breathed. Heaven struggled for words before giving up and grunting. Her hips shook as she accelerated her hand's manipulations of her cock, which rested tightly against my stomach. At the same time, I switched up my one thumb with three fingers in her rectum. Heaven gave a choked whimper as she took my intrusion tentatively, then pushed down even harder. As my bulbous head pressed past her sphincter, Heaven hiccupped and tears welled in her eyes. "I, I, did the calculations," she gulped. "If I, have sex with you, every twelve hours, my rectum will, adjust so sex, will be more, fun." "You figured this all out?" I teased. "Purely scientific, I swear," she grinned. "It is, not because, I want to, fuck you, all the time." "I respect you for your mind, Heaven, but this time I think you might be too close to the subject matter," I tickled her back. She took hold of my cock. "Too close to this," she gulped. I swiveled my hips back and forth, sending my cock deeper and deeper into Heaven. She eventually gave up any hopes of a coherent argument and curled herself onto my chest, panting. "Hello, Lover," I told her in near silence. "Thank you, my Bitch," she responded between kisses to the line where the jaw meets the throat. The rest of what either one of us wanted to say was lost as I rocked my hips up, propelling my cock even deeper into her bowels. Heaven clawed at my chest as her sexual tension ramped up. Eventually, our symmetry brought Heaven struggling to the end of her road. "Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend," she gurgled. "He's my Boyfriend!" she screamed. At least she didn't use my name, unless you counted the fact that I was the only boy on campus. "Oh, damn," Heaven gasped for air. "Thanks for bringing me back, Zane." We kissed passionately. "Thanks for the, attitude adjustment too." "Huh?" I wondered. I'd heard the term before but not from someone who regularly talked with Heaven. "Iona posted the slang," Heaven gasped-giggled. I shifted my head from the right side of Heaven's head to the left. My shock must have registered with Heaven, whose gaze went from my face to looking over her shoulder to the form of Gabrielle Black. Heaven scrambled off me and pulled the sheets tight. Shades of Gabrielle Black "We need to talk, Zane Braxton." I saw Gabrielle's lips move but I was pretty sure the words floated across the room without disturbing the ears of anyone around us. I gave her a nod, planted on Heaven a reassuring, full-on kiss, then quick-stepped over to a wardrobe and put on a robe. She followed me out, keeping a keen eye on me while mostly hanging in my blind spot. Vivian was sound asleep as we passed her. I took Gabrielle to the far corner of the Solarium, locating a remote control when we were close. Ms. Black gave me a fatally cold look as I punched in the code that would give us a dead zone electronically to talk in. "Surveillance," I held up the remote. She understood the implications. "I want to see more of your so-called gift with women." I had no doubt this was not a sexual come-on. I would have been a hell of a lot happier if it was; instead, it put me in a situation I knew very little about. "Strip," I requested, with as much calm as I could instill in my voice. Gabrielle gave me a lightning assessment, then started shedding her perpetually black outerwear and lingerie. When she finished, the words 'Hot Damn' came up a ton of times unbidden to my thoughts. I worked out regularly, took martial arts, and stretched whenever I could. I might as well have been a coach potato as far as Gabrielle was concerned. She wasn't bulky; rather, strong in the long muscles that counted more for strength and stamina. I still managed to have the courage to ask her to extend her arms and spread her legs. Hell, I even touched her ass, thigh, and caressed the right shoulder twice. When I finished up, I was before her once more. I leaned on the back of a chair and waited, I had taken five minutes, where in most cases it took seconds, but this woman's body wove deceptions like a champion. "Well?" she finally gave in to her curiosity before I gave in to my fear. "Well, I imagine the most important thing to you at this second is the wrists. I did spend some time in a high-pressure private academy in my formative years and I know the difference between horizontal and vertical. Horizontal cuts on the wrist are a cry for help, vertical show a real desire to die." "Now, I can't know for sure that you didn't make two attempts but you look like you're insanely intense, emphasis on the insane, so I guess some fucked up shit happened to you that made you damn sure the only answer was to check out permanently," I stated evenly. "What now?" she questioned me, her intonation utterly devoid of emotion or compassion. "I'd like to tell you what I tell every other woman I learn a secret about, that your past is your business and your business alone," I sighed. "But?" she prodded me. "Gabrielle, your body is a roadmap of pain, suffering, and death," I shrugged, "and there is no damn way you came to this school legally." Gabrielle studied me in a way that made an icy fist grasp my heart. "Of course, I am hardly a poster child for someone who does belong at FFU. Are you going to kill me now or do you want me to continue?" I inquired hopefully. "Mr. Braxton, Zane, the wiring in this place is sub-standard and clearly unauthorized. I would choke you unconscious, put you in the hot tub, then electrocute you," she informed me with the air of a professor describing the events of tenth century Anglo-Saxon England. "I will not do this right now because you are terrified of me, which shows a great deal of insight and intelligence, somewhat remarkable in someone so young," she added. "Okay. Something allowed you to slip past the Psych Evaluation to get into someone's military; I could put that down to being experience with the system plus being clever enough to fool the testers," I said. "Once inside, something fucked up your perception of authority, something not good. I figure you are obsessed with physical defense, bi-sexual, yet your sexual attitude toward me is one of contempt. Since you don't know me enough to hold me in contempt yet, you were abused by a man in authority over you," I delivered the bad news. Gabrielle did not respond. "This is total conjecture but it patches in with what comes later; you entered some kind of actual combat duty. You learned not only that you were good at killing but you liked it. It substituted for sexual release and that whole risk-pain thing you have kept until today. I count six bullet wounds, a knife wound on the back above the right kidney, and two things I guess are shrapnel wounds but I've never seen any before to compare," I added. "I imagine you got out of the regular service because the level of your medical care diminished for a while, then, Bang!, you got this expensive plastic surgery. You do okay for maybe three years, then you pick up that nick in your left ankle, followed by the shoulder getting done," I said. "No indications of why these two injuries?" she narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to go all James Bond on you. Gabrielle Black fell for somebody hard and I'm betting it was a woman. It is kind of frightening to think of what kind of psycho she was to lure you in and trap you," A light flickered in her eyes when I went down this path. "You guarded her, became very close to her as a parade of lovers passed through her life until she sucked you in." "One day you found yourself killing for her and I doubt you asked why. I doubt there was only one time but in the end, it was never enough. One night you came back and found this year's model on the payroll. Gabrielle Black is way too smart to wait for this to play out. You loved her but you liked living more, so you escaped before you were introduced to your employer's retirement plan," I grimaced. "You came back to the United States, your accent indicates time in France or Italy, and this job fell into your lap. Lancaster, Virginia is out of the way enough for you to hide in while close enough to several major cities for you to move around if you need to, so you edit your work record and hire on at an all-girls university," I finished. "What now?" "I don't kill you and Vivian. Making two deaths look like an accident would be incredibly difficult; murder-suicide would only make your female cohorts dig deeper and there are some serious advantages in staying here for me," she stated. Sensing my confusion, she clarified. "Vivian has been awake for some time observing us but I doubt she can hear what we are saying." Gabrielle finished redressing; she gave me a once-over. "My turn. What makes you hard? Seriously, you have been perpetually aroused since I've met you," she mused. "There is a bit of a list: fear, joy, sunlight, moonlight, sex, the impossibility of sex, I informed her. "I understand," Gabrielle cut me off. "Who are you going to tell?" "Christina Buchanan, Cordelia Dresden, and Dana Gorman." I decided that lying would do me worse than no good; I might get one or two lies past Gabrielle and this wasn't the time to waste one. "Good enough. But if there are repercussions from tonight, I will feel far less tolerant toward you," she made sure I understood. I was happy that this looked like a painless parting of the ways. "Thank you," I spoke to her retreating form. She looked over her shoulder questioningly. "For taking me seriously," I explained. She gave a curt nod, turned, and departed. Vivian pretended to be asleep when I returned to bed and I let her. It seemed like the rare sane thing for me to do. Say 'Lesbian Bikers' at your own peril.             Mankind is poison because we compromise our souls for the companionship of others   "Vivian, I'm going to take a shower," I whispered to Vivian. I was hovering over her from the back of the sofa-sleeper, asking permission to take my shower downstairs. She was laid out beneath me, her jersey bunched up around her breasts and her left thumb hooked into the band of her shorts and pushing them dangerously down. "Umm," she sighed, a little smile tilting her lips. "Honey, I need your permission to use the downstairs shower," I continued. I wisped across her lips with my own. Her smile blossomed into full-blown pleasure. "Okay, I'm getting up, I'm getting up," she moaned. Vivian slowly opened her eyes as she stretched and twisted her body to wakefulness. "Good morning, Zane," she yawned with this adorable little grin on her face. "You look beautiful," I complimented quietly. "Umm, thank you," she purred. "You look, Zane! What are you doing?" she bolted upright, barely missing a head-on-head collision. "I'm asking you permission to go down to the fifth floor and take a shower," I repeated. "Why didn't you simply sneak past me?" she propped herself up on her elbows. "I said I would wait on your decision, so I waited. Can I please, please do something," I pleaded, "before I go nuts?" "Umm, okay," Vivian said cautiously. I reached down to her midsection and she flinched so I held back. No word passed for several seconds so I resumed my journey to her pushed up sleeping jersey and slowly pulled it down until her stomach and crotch were covered. "Zane," Vivian sighed, "could you control your hormones for thirty minutes, when you are awake?" "I have to go now," I stood up, "because covering you up didn't make you any less attractive." "Zane," Vivian came off the sofa and followed me, "you should attempt to look at a woman as a fellow follower of Christ and less in terms of beautiful and ugly and you might be happier. Go take a shower." She's telling me this with an earnest warm face and finely sculpted legs that disappear right below the crotch into that billowing Dallas Cowboys shirt. "Go on and fuck the bitch," Rio growled as she traipsed by with Mercy's hand on her shoulder. Barbie Lynn came slowly limping behind. Barbie flashed me a grin and I raced to catch up. At the bottom of the stairs something occurred to me. "Hon, where is your towel?" I asked Barbie Lynn. She shot me an apologetic smile. I stepped behind Barbie Lynn, ran a hand along her hip to the curve of her stomach and kissed her on the neck. "Take mine; I'll catch up," I chuckled. I draped my towel over her shoulder and bounded up the stairs. At the top of the stairs I stumbled to a stop. Vivian had only then finished taking off her jersey and was holding it in her left hand. The bottom of the shirt scrapped the ground. Vivian looked at me, neither shocked, ashamed, nor outraged. Her breasts were freaking gorgeous, fully round, buoyant, and with a miniscule droop. Her pale blue panties left little to the imagination, her cunt lips clearly camel toed. "I apologize," I quickly spun away and raced to my sleep area. I grabbed a towel and headed straight for the stairs. "Zane, it is okay," Vivian called out. She'd covered her breasts and diaphragm with the jersey. "Huh?" "I don't mind; I know you didn't mean to see me so I'm not offended and I don't feel you went back on your word," she related with a sense of grace. I wasn't truly sure of what word I hadn't gone back on but she appeared happy. "Does that mean you can flash me your ta-ta's guilt free?" I asked hopefully. Vivian regarded me with amusement. "Zane, constantly being distracted by unbridled sexuality will not leave you content," she lectured me patiently. We regarded each other for some time. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" "If you are going to offer, could you come over here, turn around, bend over, grab your ankles and finally look past your thigh at me?" I cringed. She shook her head, regarded me once, then rolled her eyes. "I may not be able to save you but I'm not going to shove you down to damnation either," she stated firmly. "Do it; I won't take advantage of you and I'll tell you a valuable secret," I offered. Lesbian Bikers Normally my chance of success with Vivian and that line was nil, but the convergence of a Gabrielle's midnight visit and her desire to show me that trust and honesty could exist without a sexual context brought her to me. She slowly turned around and assumed my desired position. I rabidly wanted to step up to her, gently slip her panties aside and take her cunt with deep languid strokes. "Please stand up," I groaned. Once she was up I leaned into her ear. "You are not a virgin," I whispered carefully. Vivian tensed slightly. "All it means to me is that you know what you are talking about when you mention sexuality and I have to treat you with more respect. I apologize for prying." She twisted to face me and was about to say something but I put a finger to her lips to silence her. "People are listening," I cautioned her quietly. "Thank you for that," Vivian whispered. "It was one time in high school and we had exchanged Promise Rings. It was a mistake we both regret." "It's all cool," I grinned. "I kind of wish your first time had turned you into a wild sex monkey and you and your beau planned on having five hundred kids, but we're good." "Zane," Vivian sounded exasperated, "I pity the woman you decide to marry." "What?" I acted shocked, "I would never cheat on my wife." "Oh, I believe you, but I fear the poor woman would die from exhaustion," she scolded me. "She'd die happy?" I offered up as my only defense. "Lord, give me strength," Vivian groaned. "Go take a shower." "Gotchya, Boss," I beamed happily. I turned half way to the door, then gave a backward glance. "Vivian, if you ever need anything, just ask." "I, ." she was about to scold me but she stopped and sighed. "Fine, Zane, I know you mean well; now go." I winked and raced away. I could swear Vivian believed she was getting a crash course in Mothering a Teenage Boy. Biker Bar Horror Story It had been a hard day of first-round semester testing plus restructuring the Marksmanship and Orienteering Clubs. I still managed to get in sufficient studying (in my opinion) for Friday's round of activities. At lunch I had a little talk with Cordelia and Christina about Gabrielle Black and their fears concerning her. I really wish both women hadn't looked so concerned. I would have preferred they called me paranoid instead. I was sitting watching some bizarre sitcom rerun with an arm around Iona when Rio came rocketing up the stairs. "Hey, Princess," she screamed at me (in case anyone has missed it, Rio is a freak), "Val found out about a Biker bar called the Dixie Roadhouse and we're heading there. Do you want in?" I looked down to Iona who, despite a look of fearful concern, gave me a nod of consent. "Sure thing, Rio," I said, as I popped over the sofa and pulled Iona along after me. "Zane, you are not going out to a bar," Vivian rose to the challenge. "You are only eighteen." "If I don't go, we may not get Rio back," I cautioned my guardian. "Speaking of which: Rio, where is Mercy?" Vivian rounded on my 'Bro'. "I ambushed her: hit her in the head with the Gutenberg Bible and tied her to the back of Valerie's hog," Rio smiled proudly. Pulling Iona along with me, I pursued Rio down the stairs. "I promise I'll bring them all back," I shouted to Vivian. She was kind enough not to chase me down and make me stay. The Dixie Roadhouse looked like some sort of converted barn with a few cobbled together outbuildings. Mine was probably not the first car to grace this dirt parking lot but it was definitely rare to have a ride with four wheels parked here. I had Rio and Mercy with me. Of course, Mercy had not been beaten and tied up for tonight's outing. Iona had ridden gleefully on the back of Val's bike. "This is going to be epic," Rio exulted. "That's right," I joked tragically. "We are five teenagers in school uniforms going into a place that constantly lays down new sawdust to cover up all the blood." "Hey, Sissy-Boy," Rio punched me, "this is on my Bucket List, so don't wimp out on me now." We quickly paired up, Rio with Mercy and Iona with me. Val, Valkyrie went in alone as she felt that would increase her odds of survival. She also wore her Stormriders' patch and colors. Unfortunately, the rest of her gang was two thousand miles away. "Rio," Valerie coughed as she handed Rio a switchblade. Rio snickered, flipped the blade out several times in quick succession before stealthily stashing it into her waist band. 'Thank God,' I thought, 'she actually knows how to use a knife.' The double doors leading into the bar/club were propped open so we migrated in as a group. People didn't stop and stare but they managed a passable job of telling us to 'get the hell out' with their eyes alone. Valerie led us to the bar where the lone bartender took his time getting to us. The guy was going for the chest hair with a black leather vest look along with copious amounts of facial hair. "We don't serve kids," he growled out when he stopped in front of Valkyrie. "We are not high school kids, we are not cops; we are college kids who need a damn drink, not a lecture. So are you going to give us shit or a beer, because there must be a dozen lame college dumps we can go slumming at." "Who are you?" he grumbled. "Valkyrie, Stormriders," Valerie answered. "What is your name?" he persisted. "Valerie Palmer," she shrugged. "Are you kin of Mad Dog Palmer?" he inquired. "Dude, no one calls him Mad Dog who wants to live, and he's my grandfather," she smiled. "Got it," the bartender gave a sinister grin. "What are you doing here?" "My Dad divorced my Mom and became a born again Christian," she informed the guy. "Harsh; so are these kids yours?" he asked; meaning the rest of us. "They are not members but I consider them my associates," Valkyrie allowed. The bartender shrugged and started handing out beers. Val pulled out a roll of bills and paid for our first round. Val and I took slow steady pulls on our drinks. Rio downed hers in two chugs. Mercy and Iona took tentative sips and made disgusted faces as a result. I paid for Rio's second round. "It tastes awful," Iona whispered to me. "Pretend you are drinking it then. Beer is not for everyone," I assured her, and letting her see my smile dispelled any thought that I felt less of her for being different. "Rio," Mercy tried next. "Drink it," Rio demanded. "Do it, and I'll screw you with the bottle; don't, and I'll pour it over your head and shirt." Mercy choked on her response and took a swig of beer. "You annoy the hell out of me, Mercy," Rio reacted in a warmer tone. I looked at Valerie; she looked to me and nodded. Things could be working out far worse. I noticed six biker babes playing pool off in the darkest corner. I didn't think they were a problem but two of them kept giving me the eye. I hoped my current group of women would provide me shielding. A group of ten bikers came rolling into the place, laughing, punching, and doing other masculine bonding rituals. They noted the five out-of-place newcomers at the bar but didn't seem put out until I saw these two guys in the pack and they saw me. We had a bit of history that went all the way back to a bad night for me on a bench in a communal jail cell. Perhaps I suggested that if they didn't get out of my way, I would shove their heads through the bars of the cell. I was in for two counts of assault and they were in for minor drug possession so they backed down. By the look on their faces, they remembered that night, oh, fuck. "Guys!" I cried out. I came off my stool and quickly walked up to the closer of the two. He actually took a step back into one of his buddies. "It is good to see you, Man," I kept grinning. I stepped up, put my left hand on his right elbow to propel his hand up. I clasped his palm and shook it, chest to chest. "A week ago we were all in lock-up together, I was totally wasted, and this guy and his buddy (I nodded to the second guy) saved my ass. Let me buy all of you guys the first two rounds," I offered. The guy who was clearly the dominant member gave my 'buddy' a look. He figured something wasn't right but he didn't know what it was. The two bikers in the cell hadn't talked about their facedown with some college kid since they'd backed off without a fight. "That's about right, Zane," the guy holding my hand said. "Those two guys get out of the hospital?" he continued as we walked as a group to the bar. "Yeah, I administered a warning more than a lesson," I shrugged. "I wanted them to leave my ladies alone. The point was made. The whole jail thing was the Sheriff getting me back for a fight I was in the previous weekend but no one pressed charges." That earned me some knowing chuckles. Beers were handed out; I paid for this round and the next, my heart finally calming down from the near catastrophe. "Gus, what's with the little girls?" the leader addressed the bartender. He titled his head toward Valkyrie. Her colors gave her the higher status. "The little one is with Zane and those two (Rio and Mercy) are together," Valarie answered deadpan. The big guy put his hand on Iona's shoulder while looking at me. "Mind if I take your girl for a dance," he didn't ask, he told me. "You take your hand off of her and I'll forget you touched my girl," I stated with a quiet calm coming over me. "If I don't?" he taunted me. "I don't play twenty questions," I warned him. "Seriously, dude, you want to get into a fight over a girl barely out of a training bra?" Valerie tried to make light of the situation. "She's his sister." The leader let go of Iona and stepped back. "She's your sister? Why in the hell did you bring you sister to this place?" he was curious. "Are you trying to tell me this place isn't 'family friendly'?" I grinned, finally taking a real breath. "That's a fucked-up way to look at things but yes, I guess it is," he chuckled. He reached past Iona and took his beer. Everyone around us relaxed again. "What were you going to do?" he idly asked me. "Since you had your left hand on Iona and your right was going for that steel rod you use as a sap, I was going crush your trachea then introduce your forehead to the bar," I explained. "That might have killed me," he noted. "Nothing personal, but I had nine more bodies to put down," I reminded him. "I would have given us better than even odds that we would be getting out of here," Valerie joined in. "So you really kicked Dog-Boy and Sticks off their bench?" he changed direction. Apparently, then, some in the gang did know. "They were a bit stoned and I was really pissed off," I exaggerated. "That makes sense; they are idiots," the leader grinned. A group of four more bikers with the same colors as the current crop came in. The guy we'd been talking with and five others broke off and headed to the rear of the establishment to seats around two circular tables. The four guys remaining gathered around Rio and Mercy. One guy put a hand on Mercy's shoulder. "Come on out and see my ride," he grinned at a surprisingly calm Mercy. "Hands off," Rio sneered, "I own the bitch." That caused the four men to look at each other. "Don't worry, I rent her out from time to time," Rio acted nonchalant. Two of the guys closed in, one running a hand down Mercy's shoulder and thigh while the other put a hand on each of her hips. "How much?" he growled. "We can take her into the bathroom right now." "Nope," Rio shrugged. "She's got tests at school tomorrow and I've got her busy all weekend long, but write down your number and I'll call you. Zane, pen." I tossed Rio a pen who handed it to the biggest biker. The guy looked Rio, then to her hand. "No," Rio snickered. "Mercy, off the stool and lean over the bar," she emphasized with a slap to the ass. Mercy scrambled to obey. Rio smiled at the dude then flipped Mercy's skirt up, wedged her already slender lacy underwear into her ass crack. Rio smacked a cheek. "Here you go." "Hell, ya," he laughed, as he scrawled his name and number over Mercy's proffered ass cheek. "Are you sure you are going to remember this?" "Oh, yeah; I'm going to be pounding this ass most of the night when I get her home," Rio told him. "I thought you said she had tests tomorrow," the third guy joked. "So do I, and that means I've got a lot of stress to work through," Rio grinned shark-like. "She's going to have to suck it up." That earned another round of laughs. "You really, truly annoy the hell out of me, Mercy," Rio snorted. Mercy resumed her barstool, turned to face Rio and sipped her beer once more. The warming radiance of Mercy's smile was both tragic and sweet. I stole a look toward Iona who had a wide-eyed curious look about her and ended up at Valarie, who looked relieved enough to finally put her back to the bar and look around. We were into our second beer (still Iona and Mercy's first and Rio's fourth) when our sense of ease began floundering. One of the biker chicks that had been playing pool came over to get a round of beers for her outfit. "Candy-ass whores," the woman taunted Rio as she picked up the six beers and walked away. Rio looked to me, somewhat confused and then outraged, and ended up with a glance to Valarie. "What did you say?" Rio sounded disarmingly curious to the biker chick. "You heard me," the woman scoffed. Rio was off the stool like a shot and brought her beer down on the biker chick's head. "Iona, stay close behind me," I hissed. I motioned to Mercy to get her attention. Before the woman could right herself, Rio kicked her in the thigh. As she stumbled forward, all of her beers crashed to the sawdust on the ground. Since the target of her wrath wasn't face-planting fast enough, Rio linked her fists together and hammer-slammed the chick between the shoulder blades; down she went. "I told you to repeat what you said, Bitch!" Rio screamed as she kicked the fallen woman in the ribs. At that point, three of the biker chick's closest companions descended on Rio and pulled her away. Valarie gestured to me to stay seated and I got Mercy's attention and kept her on her stool as well. "Hold her up," growled the biker girl Rio had decked. "What did you say, Bitch?" Rio snarled right back. "Lose the bull-dykes and I'll make you taste my shoe leather." "She's trying to get killed," Valarie whispered to me. Iona tensed with fear. "No, she's trying to get us all killed," I responded softly. "Let's take her outside," the first biker babe suggested as Rio struggled and kicked, attempting to free herself. "No," a different girl directed. "Let's take her to the john; I have an idea." The other women laughed and began dragging Rio away. "Zane!" Rio called out, "We are about to have a Leather Lesbian Slut orgy. Join in anytime you like." That was my cue to get my ass kicked. I moved to intervene, Val on my left between me and the worst of the crowd, Mercy to my right, and Iona taking up the rear. Sadly, a guy around my height but with a beer gut decided that I wasn't going to have an easy time of it. "No, you don't," he threatened. It was pretty clear four or five other guys were ready to jump in. Rio's cursing form disappeared behind the doors. I didn't have much time before Rio incensed the biker chicks so much they throttled her. "Do you have a gun?" I asked with as much patience as I could muster. He grinned evilly, pulled back his vest, and showed me the automatic he had stuck into his belt. I waited until his hand released the vest and moved toward his hip. I snatched the gun, flipped it around and rammed the barrel into his stomach. The only sound in the place was the four overhead fans and some Chris Rock wannabe belting it out over the stereo system. Rio's screams were becoming shriller. "I don't appreciate you pointing a gun at one of my brothers," a different man said. He was one of the group of four that had arrived earlier but I had the impression he was 'somebody'. "I'm really busy right now but I promise to deal with you when I retrieve my friend; okay?" I didn't wait for his response because I was sure it would suck. "Do you want me to feed you your gun back one bullet at a time?" I prodded the guy I had the gun on? He looked around for the moral support from his gang members. "Do it and you are dead," he countered with what I felt was false bravado. "That will hardly do you any good," I grinned as I cocked the hammer back. "Do you want your gun back?" "Ah, yes?" the biker gulped. "Are you going to let me get my girl and get her out of here?" I asked. "Ah, sure?" he seemed confused. I un-cocked the gun, flipped the handhold around and offered him his piece, grip first. No one appeared to know what to make of that. As if expecting a trick, the guy moved slowly. When he took it, I made to move past him. "You be careful now," I told him. He cocked the gun and pressed it into the side of my ribs. "Fuck you," he managed to get out before the 'click' and the point of Valkyrie's blade dug into his jugular, drawing a line of blood. "You really are too fucking stupid to live," Val seethed. "I'm Valkyrie of the Stormriders," she challenged the room. "We wage war on the Hell's Angels and the Mongols so some two-bit outfit like you Warlords doesn't bother me in the least. I'll bleed every one of you fuckers. Your bitch picked a fight with our bitch and you wouldn't man up and deal with it so now my friends will," she growled. "Zane, go get Rio." I nodded quickly and moved past the guy with the gun. "Iona with me; Mercy, you watch Valkyrie's back," I ordered. Iona clung to my back while Mercy hesitantly moved back to back with Val. She wanted to come with us and save Rio, no doubt. I raced over to the women's bathroom and flung open the door. Four sets of eyes riveted me as I came in. The other two women were busy shoving Rio headfirst into one of the toilets. The rest of us were facing knives and guns and Rio was about to get a swirlie. "Hi," I stammered. The two women holding Rio down backed out of the stall and joined the stand-off. "Zane, what fucking took you so long?" Rio panted. She staggered out and looked Iona and I over. "Where the fuck is Mercy?" Rio sounded concerned. "You stupid cow!" I snapped. "We are about to be murdered because of you, damn it." "You left Mercy out there with those animals?" Rio screeched back. She tried to push past the other biker chicks but thankfully didn't get very far. I'd have decked her myself. "Would you please give us our friend back," I requested after taking a deep breath. I was about to be told 'no' when one of the other bikers stepped into the light and I made her out clearly for the first time. "You're, I started to say. "You are Zane Braxton," she stated. "The guy who fucked your sister for an hour?" the lady closest to the lead girl asked. "Yeah," she leered. "He's the kid from the DVD she sent me and her husband, the bitch." Yes, this was the twin sister of the Sheriff's Deputy I'd had a three-way with. Didn't she work at a college club as a bartender? What a small damn world. The whole atmosphere of the room changed. Rio shrugged off the hands holding on to her but didn't bolt. "Rio, take Iona out to the others and wait for me in the parking lot," I insisted. "No, Zane. I'm not leaving you here to take Rio's beating," Iona resisted. Rio wasn't abandoning me either. I reached out and stroked Iona's hair and put my keys in her hand. "It will be okay. No one is going to kill anyone here tonight. Now I need you to go so I can settle up accounts," I grinned down at her with only a twinge of worry. Rio resolved the matter by taking Iona by the hand and dragging her out. Iona looked to be on the verge of tears. Rio's eyes told me she's suddenly sobered up and was regretting leaving me in harm's way. I looked back at the six women and the one oddity chipped away at my senses but I didn't know what to make of it. "So, how's your husband?" was the only, and rather lame, thing I could think to say. "I think he's turned State's Evidence against the Aryan Nation," she shrugged. "I thought your husband was some sort of hardened criminal," I inquired. "Ha," several of the chicks chuckled. "Zane, my husband is an accountant," she clarified with some amusement at my expense. "But, weapons charges, he was laundering money?" I pieced it together. "Good job, College boy," the 'strange' woman congratulated me. "Let's get you out of here before someone takes offense," the leader said. "Give me your number and we'll walk you out. I'm Belle, by the way." She offered her hand and I foolishly kissed it. I quickly gave up my digits, then we did a series of handshakes, French kisses and introductions. When the 'strange' woman's turn came, she introduced herself as Willa. I wanted to fucking cry because just looking at a woman will tell me a good deal about her person, a handshake even more, and a kiss is freaking El Dorado. Willa was a biker chick but she was also college educated, had a regimented training background, and was the only woman in the room who was looking for a way to not hurt Rio, very service-minded of her. "There may be a problem," I interrupted as we headed for the door. "There is this guy," I described the guy I took the gun from, "who I took his gun and threatened him with it. This other guy," I painted a portrait of the authoritative guy, "told me he was pissed with the whole gun thing." All the women stopped and looked at one another. "Zane, where is the gun?" Belle questioned me. "I gave it back to him once he agreed that I could come in here and retrieve Rio, my friend," I answered. "It is a damn miracle you aren't dead," Willa scowled. "I would have been but my other buddy, Val, put a knife to his throat. I left her with Rio's companion covering her back," I explained. "She's kind of tough." "That the one with Stormrider colors?" Belle asked. "Yeah. She's Valarie Palmer, my classmate as FFU," I told them. "Is she Damien Palmer's little girl?" Willa guessed. "She's his oldest granddaughter; is that important?" I inquired. The women seemed nervously amused by my ignorance. "He's a God-damn legend, Zane," Belle said. "Damien Palmer once took the Stormriders to a Mongol gathering in Las Vegas. Outnumbered three to one, they kicked serious ass, cleared out the place, and he ended the fight by grabbing a Mongol chapter president and some other poor Mongol bastard, jumped out a fifth-story balcony, and used their bodies to cushion his fall. I doubt prison has mellowed him much." "Your problems are a little more immediate. The guy whose gun you took is Big Ted, he's a moron. That 'other guy' is Deacon, Warlord chapter president for Northern Virginia," Willa weighed in. "Is he going to let my girls go?" I fretted. "Let's go and find out," Belle shrugged. We stepped out, Belle in the lead, followed by Willa, then me, then the rest. There were a few guys standing by the doors watching something. No one was jumping around or nursing serious wounds so I hoped the girls had exited. "Belle, the kid and I need to have a word out back," Deacon ordered confidently. "Deacon, my sister is keeping an eye on this guy," Belle suggested. "It may not be a good idea to put him in the hospital." "We can't let him push Big Ted around; it is happening," Deacon declared. "Big Ted," she looked to the guy I'd punked, "you want to kick Zane's ass out front?" Belle left Big Ted in the awkward position of taking his chances with me or looking weak in front of his gang. "I'll hand him his nuts," Big Ted growled. Deacon gave his consent and the club emptied out into the front lot. My girls were huddled around my car and Valarie's bike. Rio looked like she was going to do something stupid like run up to me but Mercy and Val held her back. I was actually relieved to see that Iona was behind the wheel of my car with the engine running. The Warlords spread out in a rough semi-circle with Deacon, Big Ted and Belle in the center. I had backed up about ten feet toward the road, facing the Warlords, when Big Ted came for me. He was about my height but around fifty pounds heavier, thus the name Big Ted. The Warlord flexed his arms and did some kind of primitive gesture meant to intimidate me. "So do we start with 'ready, set, go' or what?" I questioned. That brought a round of laughter from the motorcycle gang and Big Ted looked over his shoulder to share in their mirth. My first kick caught him in the nuts, the second one caught him in the chest and knocked him down, and the third saw me stomping on his nut sack once again. I swept around him and kicked him in the head hard enough, he rolled over twice in the dust. Ted was seriously unconscious. For ten seconds no one said a word. Any hope I had of getting away with my underhanded win began to fade when Deacon came forward. "You come to my roadhouse, beat up one of my people, and expect to get away with it?" he grumbled. "Deacon, I am so very sorry this happened. My friends and I only wanted to come by, have a few beers, and let my buddy Val soak in the kind of establishment she was used to going to, namely a biker bar," I said carefully. "Things were said, my best bud went a little nuts, and the shit got out of hand. How can I make it up to you?" "What the fuck can you do for me?" Deacon sneered. "Five thousand dollars?" I threw out there. He studied me. "You have that kind of money?" he questioned me. "Absolutely; I can have you the money tomorrow at six p.m." I promised. "Don't fuck up," he stated with menace, "or I will hunt you and your friends down. Got it?" "Understood," I pledged. Deacon snorted in disdain and headed back inside. The rest of the Warlords were heading inside with a few dragging Ted in and I finally let my focus expand beyond my immediate environs. The car pulling up was still unexpected. I knew the shape of the person who stepped out of the Sheriff's cruiser. "Zane," Sheriff's Deputy Tara Cavanaugh greeted me happily. "Belle," she said to her sister with far less warmth. "Zane, what brings you here?" "A schoolmate of mine is a motorcyclist; she wanted to see what a biker bar was like so we ended up here." "We couldn't get in because we are only eighteen but another friend of mine got sick and had to go to the bathroom. Belle was good enough to get her out," I lied. "Zane, you have sawdust on your shoes," Tara pointed out. "I had to go part of the way in to get my friend," I grinned feebly. "Zane, are you lying to me?" Tara frowned. "Yes," I admitted. "The truth is only going to cause a whole lot of trouble, though." "Wow, morally flexible where the law is concerned," Belle licked her lips. "Of course we already knew he was all kinds of flexible, didn't we?" "Usually the point where I start being talked about like a piece of meat is my cue to leave," I stated crossly. "Deputy Cavanaugh, may I leave now?" "Beat it, Zane," Tara told me. "Thanks, Deputy; take care, Belle. It was nice to meet you and thanks for all your help," I thanked her before rejoining my companions. Valarie drove alone in the lead. The rest of us followed in my car, sans conversation. Sorting Through One Helluva Mess We kept our silence until we stepped out of the elevator on the fifth floor. Valarie grabbed Rio ferociously, slammed her into the wall with one hand holding Rio's right bicep while her forearm was pressed so it choked Rio's throat. "You stupid, crazy bitch!" Valarie howled. "You could have gotten us all killed!" I looped an arm around Mercy's waist before she could go charging to Rio's rescue, and have Valarie beat her up. "Hang on, Mercy; I'll work this out," I whispered. She nodded but her concern was burning through. It was heart-warming to see Iona put an arm through Mercy's in what would be a futile gesture to keep Mercy still if things went bad. "Get your hands off me, Cum-dumpster," Rio snarled, followed by some choking noises as Valerie applied pressure to her windpipe. Next Rio tried to kick Valerie but the bigger woman deflected it with her thigh. It was time for me to step up. "I've got this, Valerie," I told her calmly. Valerie stepped back because she figured her next option was to beat Rio black and blue. I moved into Valerie's place but put my hands to either side of Rio's shoulders. "Rio, this is done; let's put it aside and go to bed early if you want, but I want to ask you one thing if you'll let me," I asked softly. "Fuck off, Zane," Rio rumbled, "I'm not in the mood for one of your mind games." "Okay," I shrugged. "To the Bitter End," I nodded. "To the Bitter End," she muttered back, her eyes drooping to the ground. "We are done," I told the rest of the crowd. Valerie snorted angrily and I figured she'd either bitch me out or never speak to me again. Rio grabbed me before I got away. "I, damn it, Zane, I screwed up again," she choked back a sob. "I'm fine, Rio. I signed on for the crazy so I have no one to blame but myself," I reassured her. "What did you want to ask me?" she sighed as she put her cheek on my chest. "Bro, I can't keep charging in to save you and keep Iona safe at the same time. What am I going to do?" I inquired. "Sorry, Man. I fucked up big time," she moaned. "I don't know why it happened." "That doesn't matter, Rio. Let's call it a night," I said serenely. We started to break up and I could see Valerie still glaring hate at me and Rio. "Rio, do me a favor?" "What?" Rio sounded dejected. "What was the second and, third thing you asked me in the bathroom?" I inquired. Rio snapped her face up toward me, angry and upset. "Don't," she insisted. "I have a near-eidetic memory so if you don't remember, I do," Iona chimed in. "Shut up, you two," Rio snarled. "Rio, I have had it with you. Jump and I'll kick in your teeth," Val seethed in response. Mercy looked ready to jump in too. "You said 'Where is, I began. "Don't, damn it," Rio growled, but she could see I wasn't going to relent. "Fine," she groaned in defeat. "I asked where Mercy was, then I bitched you out for leaving her with those 'animals'. Happy now?" "Pretty much, yeah," I tried not to sound pleased with myself. What I did accomplish was put a glimmer of understanding in Valerie's mind. A few seconds later Mercy clued in too. "Oh, Rio," Mercy teared up, "you didn't have to worry." "I swear, if you cry I'm going to shove so many ice cubes up your cunt, your eyes will shimmer like a snow globe," Rio swore to Mercy. "Rio," Valerie sighed with exasperation, "Learn how to fight, and more importantly, learn when not to fight." In the pack dynamic, going off and picking your own fight was nuts; fighting for someone in your group was totally different. By the uncomplicated code that nomads lived by, you stuck up for your own, and that made all the difference to Valerie. Rio was still crazy and could have gotten us all killed, but she'd done it for another member of the group; in this, case, Mercy. That demanded a reprimand, not expulsion. "How about we go up to Zane's and have some ice-cream?" Iona suggested. "We have ice-cream?" Rio perked up. "When did this happen?" "Rio," Iona sighed wearily, "we put them in on the first day. They are two 1950's style ice-cream freezers, one opposite the close showers and the other down by the far kitchenette." "Mercy," Rio grinned fiercely, "Bring several wash cloths to bed tonight. I'm going to cover your nipples with mint chocolate chip and lick it off." I wondered if Mercy could actually orgasm to death, she certainly looked ready to. "I thought you were going to, Mercy turned to Rio and patted her own behind. "Pound-cake, what makes you think you are getting any sleep tonight?" Rio chastised Mercy, then spanked her ass. "Rio, are you bi-polar?" Val ground out. "One second you are weeping on Zane's shoulder and the next you are engaging in kinky foreplay with your girlfriend." "She's not my girlfriend, she's my toy," Rio corrected. "Also, this shit ain't over. I know Zane jumped on a grenade meant for me but I can't do anything about it right now. I know I put us all in danger, again, nothing I can do about it at the moment. I do know that when I find that bitch Belle or any of her girl-pals, I'm going upside their heads with a pool cue, though." "Gosh," mused Iona, "I should figure out what I want on my tombstone." "Mine is going to read 'didn't kill Rio Talon soon enough'," griped Valerie. "Hardy-har-har," grumped Rio. "You are acting like they'll ever find our bodies." "You annoy me," Mercy whispered to Rio before licking her ear. "Careful, you," Rio smirked. "Ice cubes-cunt snow globe." I was thankful when I got to the door lock, entered my code, and held the door for them to head up. I tagged Valerie at the top of the stairs. She looked at me with annoyance but softened to curiosity when she saw my concern. "Zane," Vivian called out before I got anywhere. "We need to talk." That was depressing. "Val, I need to ask you something important. Can you please wait?" I asked the biker babe. "Sure," she promised before heading to get a drink. I walked with Vivian into my bedroom area. At the foot of the bed was laid out a skirt, shirt, bra, panties and socks. The shoes were on the floor. The owner was no mystery. Reclining on the pillows was Paige. She was clothed, sort of. She was decked out all in brilliant red: stockings, garter belt, silky panties, and a gauze-like bra that highlighted her pale breasts perfectly. Her flesh radiated like freshly fallen snow and her hair flowed forth from my pillow like a glacier crafted by spiders into a delicate web. "Hey," I sighed hungrily. "Hey," Paige responded in a rich sultry voice. "Paige!" Vivian snapped. "How did you get past me?" "I'm a ghost-panthress stalking my prey," Paige leered. "With the way Zane's heart is pounding, I'm doing a good job of it too." "Get up, put on a robe, and leave the room now," Vivian insisted. "Oh," groaned Paige as she rolled over and shook her delicious shaped bottom at me, "I'm so tired. I need someone's help in getting out of bed." Yes, I wanted to go to the bed right then, but it had nothing to do with helping Paige actually get out of that bed or that position. "I'll take care of her," I told Vivian. I walked to a wardrobe across the room, opened it up, and took a look around inside. Vivian walked behind me and gasped. "What are you doing with all these robes, all these women's robes, Zane?" Vivian muttered. "I got them predicated on the notion that I would have women up here. I thought it would be considerate of me to give them a choice of what to wear," I indicated my selection. "How did you smuggle them all in here?" Vivian wondered. "We have mail service, Vivian. I ordered them online." She seemed confused. The university didn't block clothing sites from their computer network. I pulled out a short red one with a white and black tiger circling on the back and showed it to Paige. "Oh, cool, I'll look like a Bangkok whore," Paige sounded conflicted. "Actually, this one is from China so that would make you a White Russian Shanghai hooker," I corrected. "Oh, I like that," Paige purred as she crawled over to my side of the bed on all fours. &qu

Adventures of Dirk: The Cuckhold's Wife Dirk has an encounter with his neighbor's wife. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dirk was standing in his garage next to his bike, a cold bottle of beer in his hand, taking a break from working on it. He was looking out of the open door of his garage and across the street, watching his new neighbors as they were talking in their driveway, standing next to their two cars.  They d moved in about a month ago and Dirk hadn t had the chance to talk to either one of them, but he had a feeling from what he d seen so far that he wasn t going to like the guy very much. And he wasn t so sure about the woman, either. This guy s pussy-whipped if I ve ever seen it! Dirk said out loud to himself as he watched the woman clearly giving directions to her husband. She was very animated, and both the expression on her face and the gestures of her arms and hands told Dirk everything he needed to know about her or so he thought. She was obviously the one wearing the pants in the family, and Dirk didn t know whether to dislike the husband or pity him. Either way, Dirk was just glad he wasn t him despite what the wife looked like. The woman was a stunner, a real sexpot, no doubt about it. Blond hair, a pretty face, tall and slender, long legs that went all the way up to a fantastically rounded and firm ass, and a set of simply killer big tits that stood out proudly from her chest like a pair of twin torpedoes. She was wearing a yellow halter top and a pair of skin-tight white chino pants that sat low on her hips and showed just about everything. Dirk was impressed by her flat, firm stomach, and was that a diamond piercing he saw glinting from her navel? Dirk wondered how many hours in the gym it took to get and keep a body like that, and the thought of her in a skin-tight workout outfit made him smile. A pair of black spiked heels that must have been about 4 inches tall completed her outfit. The husband was Joe Average, about six feet tall, maybe 180 pounds soaking wet, with brunette hair kept fairly short, a regular build (if there was such a thing), and black plastic framed glasses. There was absolutely nothing remarkable about him at all, and Dirk couldn t help but wonder how he had managed to land a woman such as the one he was looking at. Dirk took another pull from his beer as he watched the conversation unfold, admiring the way her big tits moved inside her halter top. God, I d love to see those things naked! he said out loud, smiling to himself. The conversation ended with the woman giving the man a peck on the cheek, after which he got into his car and drove away. The woman waved at her husband as he drove off, then looked up and saw Dirk standing in the shadows of his garage. She smiled and waved at him, and Dirk lifted the beer up in return. Then she turned and went into the house, and Dirk went back to working on his bike. It was only about ten minutes later when he heard a female voice from the open garage doorway behind him. Nice bike! the voice said, and Dirk turned around to see who it was, still squatting down next to his bike. He was surprised to see the woman from across the street standing there smiling at him. What is it? she asked, crossing her arms beneath her mammoth tits, cocking her hips as she put one foot out to the side. Dirk stood up and faced her, pulling a shop rag out of his back pocket and wiping his hands with it as he replied. It s a Harley, 2003 Heritage Softail Classic, he replied, his guard up. The 100th Anniversary Edition, actually, best bike I ve ever owned. That explains why you ve had it for 17 years, I guess, she said, smiling at him like the cat who was about to eat the canary. Exactly, Dirk replied, sitting back on the seat of his bike. The new bikes are nice and all, but they re too complicated for me, too much electronic shit that can go wrong and fuck up your ride. This one is simple, classic, and does what I need it to do. This was my first Harley, and I have no plans on ever getting rid of it! A man with commitment, she said, her smile getting bigger. I like that! I m Kimberly, she said, stepping forward and extending her hand. Dirk reached out and took it, giving it a shake as he replied. Dirk, he said. Nice to meet you, Kimberly. Please, call me Kim, and the pleasure is all mine, I assure you! she replied. I see you re in a club, she said, smiling and looking at his vest while she looked him over. 'High-Side , is that you? she asked, pointing at his road name patch. Yeah, that s my road name, Dirk said. He had just had this same conversation with the wife of his best friend not too long ago, and the memories of that night came flooding back to him in a rush. He still couldn t get over his best friend asking him to fuck his own wife, and how it all turned out. One of these days you ll have to tell me how you got it, she said, and Dirk was relieved that he didn t have to go through the story of his road name again so soon. I ll do that, he said, getting up from his bike and going over to the small refrigerator under his work bench. Would you like a beer, Kim? he asked, bending over to open the refrigerator. When he stood up and turned around with a beer in his hand Kim was standing so close to him that he almost ran into her, and before he could react she stepped in even closer, her big tits lightly pressing against his chest. Dirk saw the look in her eyes and recognized it right away, and he immediately knew where she was headed. Later, she said softly, her voice low and husky. Right now I want some of this! she said as she reached out and placed the palm of her hand right onto Dirk s cock, rubbing it firmly up and down. Dirk felt his cock respond immediately, shifting under her hand as it began to expand. Kim glanced down for a moment and then looked back up at Dirk, smiling as she spoke again. He likes me! she said, rubbing harder. What s not to like? Dirk replied, returning her bravado right back at her. But what about your husband? I don t think he d much like what you re doing right now, nor do I think he d like what I think you re going to do next. My husband likes what I tell him to like, Kim replied, still rubbing Dirk s quickly hardening cock with the palm of her hand. So it s like that, huh? I thought so, he said, leaning back against the work bench and letting Kim continue to rub his cock which was getting bigger and harder by the moment. You thought what? she said softly, looking up at him and squeezing his hardening shaft through his jeans. That I m in charge, and that he does what I tell him to do? Something like that, yeah, Dirk replied. I got that from watching the conversation you had with him this morning out in the driveway before he went to work. It s more than you think, Dirk, she said, giving him a half-smile as she squeezed his cock again. Much more! Let me guess he s a cuckold, right? Dirk said, causing Kim to grin. Exactly! she said. But enough about him. Right now I want this big, hard cock of yours in my mouth! I want to taste you, suck on you, and drink you down when I make you cum in my mouth! she said breathlessly, stepping in close to him. She grabbed the top of his jeans with both hands and began working them open, yanking the zipper down when she got the button open and shoving her hand into them. She wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and began pumping, reaching up with her other hand and placing it behind his neck to pull his mouth down to hers. She kissed him hard and deep, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she pumped his cock in her hand, and Dirk slid his hands around to her huge tits and grabbed them hard. He squeezed and kneaded the big mounds in his hands, and Kim moaned in his mouth. She took her hands from his cock and his neck long enough to pull her halter top open and set her tits free, and Dirk immediately grabbed onto them again as she regained her grip on his cock. I want you! she whispered, breaking off the kiss but maintaining her grip on his cock. I want to taste you! she said, dropping to her knees in front of him. She pulled his jeans open with both hands, setting his cock free; she noticed he wasn t wearing anything under them, and she paused to look at it for a moment. She moved her nose right up next to the tip and inhaled, closing her eyes and smiling as she inhaled his scent. I just love the way a real man s cock smells! she whispered, looking up at him. It smells so fucking good! she said, gripping it in her hand and pumping the shaft again. She ran her nose down the underside of his cock and over his balls, inhaling deeply, then stuck out her tongue and licked him along the underside, from his balls up to the tip. B When she got to the tip, she immediately closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked him into her mouth, sliding her wet mouth down onto his cock until she had all of him in her mouth. Her nose pressed against his abdomen as she slid her tongue around the underside of his shaft, then she sucked hard as she slid her mouth back up his cock to the tip. She repeated this several times. And soon Dirk's cock was shiny and wet with her saliva. When she got to the head of his cock, she paused, looking up at Dirk as she sucked on it for a moment, Before releasing it. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and began slowing pumping it as she spoke; So how does it feel to have another man s wife sucking your cock, Dirk? she asked, licking the tip of his coq for emphasis. Are you okay with that? she asked, teasingly. You aren't the first married woman. I ve had sucking my dick, sweetheart. Dirk replied, looking down at her. And you won't be the first married woman I've fucked before either. I just can't. Can't help but wonder how your husband is going to take all of this if he finds out, he said. It's not a matter of if , lover, it's a matter of when, she said, giving that half-grin again. Still don't believe me? Okay, then watch this. She reached into her back pocket with her free hand and retrieved her cell phone. Pushing a button on it while still pumping Dirk s cock. She leaned over and sucked on the head as the phone rang, giving it a pop when the call went through. Hi, baby, it's me, she said, looking up at Dirk with her hand pumping his cock. You made it to work okay? Great, baby. I'm glad. Look, baby, remember how we were talking last week and I told you how I really wanted to fuck other men, specifically the biker guy across the street? The one I said I thought was so fucking hot. Remember that? You do? Good. Well, I just wanted you to know that But right now, I'm on my knees in front of him in his garage, and I'm sucking his cock. She paused as her husband said something on the other end, that Dirk couldn't hear. Sucking on the head of his cock while her husband was talking. She slipped her mouth from his cock, to reply. That's right, baby right now. I've got his big cock in my hand right now. And my god, he s hard! she said, smiling up at Dirk. Yeah, he is. Much harder than you ever get. And I think he's bigger and thicker than you are, too. So I'm gonna suck his dick a little more, and then I'm gonna let him fuck me, okay, baby? And no, there's nothing you can do about it, you know? I'm going to fuck him, and that's all there is to it. She paused again for a moment, before continuing, her hand still pumping is Cock. Great And just so you'll know, baby, as much as I'd like for him to come inside me, I think I'm gonna make him come in my mouth. Uh huh, in my mouth. And then I m going to swallow his cum. Yes, I m going to swallow his cum. And if you're being a really good boy, then maybe I'll let you come in my mouth and swallow your cum. There was another short pause as the husband said something else, and she sucked on the head of his cock again, as he spoke.. After just a few moments she continued. Okay, baby, well, I've got this big hard dick in front of my face right now, and if I don't get my pussy wrapped around it soon I'm gonna go out of my mind. So I'm gonna hang up and fuck him now, okay? she said, looking up at Dirk. Okay, baby. I'll talk to you later. Bye, she said, then pressed a button on the phone to end the call. She tossed the cell phone onto the workbench next to Dirk, then looked up at him, grinning. Believe me now? she said as he held the head of his cock right in front of her face. His precum was flowing like a river by now, and she stuck her tongue out and licked it in as she spoke. Absolutely, he said, watching her. You ve really got him wrapped around your little finger, don t you? So tight, he can hardly breathe, she replied, grinning again. And you don't think that him knowing that I fucked his wife, is going to be a problem later on? She slurped on the head of his cock some more. After all, I do live right across the street, and it's not like he's not gonna see me just about every day. She slid her mouth down his shaft once, and held it there a moment; before sliding it off and replying; It won't be a problem, because I'll tell him it won't be a problem, she replied, giving him a slightly evil smile and cocking one eyebrow at him. Now, are we gonna fuck, or not? she asked. Oh yeah, we're gonna fuck, he replied, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her to her feet. He stepped to the side and shoved her roughly against the workbench, making her gasp as he moved in behind her. She braced herself with her hands on the wall as he bent her over the bench, her big tits pressing against the smooth surface of the workbench, then grabbed her pants with both hands at the hips and yanked downwards. The button and zipper holding them closed gave way, the button flying and the zipper popping open as he pulled them down her legs. Dirk wasn't surprised to see that she wasn't wearing any panties, he also wasn't surprised to see the wetness covering her outer lips. Her pussy was shaven as smooth. The outer lips, pink and glistening, and her musk filled the room immediately. Oh, uh, wait a minute, wait. She began as she tried to stand up straight. Uff, she cried as he shoved her back down, and then she slapped her hands back on the wall for support. Dirk pulled her pants down as hard as he could, as he slapped her hard on the ass. The sound of his hand smacking against her ass sounded like a rifle shot in the garage, and Kim cried out in surprise. Spread your legs. Dirk commanded, and when she didn't move fast enough, he smacked her on the ass again, harder. The red imprint of his hand was clearly visible; and he knew that Hubby was sure to see it later on that night. But that wasn't his problem. So he didn't care. That's the man I wanted to see. Kim said, looking back at him with a grin on her face, while she spread her legs as far apart as she could, the chino pants around her knees. Use me. Dirk. Use me like I'm your personal fuck-toy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, you big stud. Dirk moved in close behind her, his own jeans around his knees as well, and placed a hand on her back as he grasped his throbbing, rock-hard cock with the other. He rubbed the head up and down her slit a couple times. He spread her juices over it, and made it slick, against the opening of her pussy. Then he grabbed her by the hips at the same time, impaling her on his cock. She was so wet that he slid all the way in on the first thrust, and he felt his balls bump against her clit. Oh-oh! Kim cried loudly, squeezing her eyes closed in ecstasy as Dirk shoved his cock into her pussy. She groaned as he held it there for a moment. Then began moaning as he began thrusting. He thrusted hard and fast, pumping in deep strokes.; shoving his cock in and out of her as deep as he could in each thrust. He gripped her hips tightly in his hands and used them for leverage, yanking her back against him with every forward thrust. She groaned and gasped in time with his thrust, his cock siding in and out of her pussy, over and over again. Oh, my god! yes, yes, yes! she cried in time with his thrust. Fuck me, fuck me, use me, like, the slut, that I am. It was all Kim could do to keep her balance with her hands on the wall in front of her. Dirk was fucking her so hard. He was pounding her pussy, just as she had wanted, hard and fast, and she knew it wasn't going to be long before she was coming all over his hardcore. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, she gasped, feeling her orgasm building quickly. Where the hell was this? Stud when I was single? she thought to herself as Dirk continued pounding her with his cock. So come, then. Dirk said without pausing or missing a beat. Don't talk about it, do it. And she did. As soon as Dirk uttered those words her orgasm hit, exploding inside her body, like a bomb. She cried out and gritted her teeth as the powerful orgasm rocked her body to the depths of her being. She was cumming hard; harder than she s ever cum before. And Dirk could feel her pussy fluttering and contracting around his cock as she came. He continued his thrust, pushing harder and deeper as she came. She was surprised when she had a second orgasm immediately after the first. Ung Kim cried through clenched teeth as the second orgasm shook her body, her eyes squeezed shut, a grimace on her face as the powerful waves of pleasure rocked through her. She pushed back against Dirk, meeting his thrusts as her orgasm ran its course. And when it was finally done, it left her covered with a fine sheet of sweat and gasping for breath. Dirk slowed his thrusts until he was slowly sliding in and out of her sopping-wet pussy, in long, easy strokes; and Kim dropped down onto the workbench, resting on her forearms. Her mouth was hanging open and she was panting for breath when she looked back at Dirk and spoke. Oh my god, that was incredible! she said, a big grin on her face. I've never been fucked like that before. And I came so hard! she said, looking back at him. And now you're gonna make me cum, Dirk said, looking back. Yes I am. Kim said, jumping up and spinning around to face him. Dirk let her go and felt his cock slip out of her pussy as she moved, dropping to her knees in front of him and grabbing his glistening slippery cock in one hand, and his heavy balls in the other. She pumped his cock and squeezed his balls gently, as she looked up at him and spoke again. I'm gonna make you come in my mouth, and I'm gonna swallow every drop," she whispered sexily. She slipped her mouth over the head of his cock and down his shaft, taking it all in one swift movement. She immediately began sliding her mouth up and down the length of his cock. Sliding her tongue along the underside of his cock and sucking on it hard as she moved. She kneaded and squeezed his balls with one hand while she sucked on his throbbing shaft, her soft, wet lips sliding up and down over and over again. You taste so fucking good! she said, pausing just long enough to speak. I can taste myself on your cock." Then she slipped her lips back over the head of his cock, and resumed sucking on it. Damn! She s good! Dirk thought as she continued moving up and down on his cock. She was sucking on him with a steady, even rhythm that wasn't fast and wasn't slow, but just right. She was applying a great deal of suction to his cock when she pulled her head back, never letting it slip completely out of her mouth, but keeping the head inside. Thank you, and have a nice day. them. She exclaimed breathlessly, pumping as cock-hard with her hand as she spoke. Then she clamped her mouth onto his cock again and sucked even harder, and Dirk could feel both the pre-cum being sucked out of him and his orgasm building quickly in his balls. He felt his balls contracting and his cock swelling in Kim's mouth, clear indicators that he was about to cum, and Kim felt it as well. She looked up at him as she worked him over, tugging on his balls as she worked her mouth steadily on his cock. The look in her eyes was begging him to cum. He was beginning to feel the first faint twinges of orgasm, building in his balls. She released his cock from her mouth momentarily, to speak. Give it to me, Dirk! I want to taste your cum on my tongue. Give it to me, every last drop. Cum for me! Cum in my mouth Cum down my throat. Fill my mouth and belly with your cum. She exclaimed, breathlessly as she pumped his cock, as she spoke. Then she clamped her mouth on his cock again, and sucked even harder. Dirk could feel his precum being sucked out of him and his orgasm building quickly, in his balls. He felt his balls contracting and his cock swelling in Kim s mouth. Clear indicators that he was about to cum. And Kim felt it as well. Ahm, Aing, Urf, and onto her tongue. She squealed in delight on his cock, pumping his shaft harder, as she continued sucking on his head, trying to get every drop of cum out of him. 4, 5, 6 times his cock jumped and bucked in her mouth, shooting a stream of hot cum into her hungry mouth with each pulse. She never took her eyes off of his face while he was cumming, and when the spasms in his cock finally began to subside she held her mouth still, slowing the pumping of her hand on his shaft. She slid her mouth up his shaft until only the head of his cock was in her mouth, holding it there while she milked his shaft of cum with her hand the way a farmer milks a cow. Um, she moaned, Looking up at Dirk as she sucked the last drop of cum from his dick. Then she released his cock from her hand and her mouth, her mouth lingering at the tip of his cock, before she held her face up to him, to show him the large pool of cum in her mouth. She sighed with pleasure as she lifted her tongue up and then moved it from side to side in her mouth, smiling at him as she expertly rolled the cum around on her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed, and Dirk heard her gulp as she swallowed the big load of cum he had just given her. Ah, she said, smacking her lips and grinning up at him. You taste good, Dirk, she said, leaning forward and kissing the tip of his softening cock, in front of her. And you came a lot! A lot more than my husband ever has or ever could. You had a lot to do with that, you know, Dirk replied. Yeah, I did, didn't I, she said, smiling and giggling. She got to her feet and tucked her big tits back into her halter; Then bent over to pull her chinos back up, while Dirk did the same with his jeans, and then pulling up his zipper. Kim laughed when she tried to do the same with her chinos, remembering that Dirk had literally ripped them from her hips, before he fucked her. Looks like I'm going to be holding my pants up when I walk back across the street, she said. Either that, or you go bottomless, Dirk said, smiling. Boy, wouldn't the HOA just love that. Kim said, laughing. Looks like I'll be taking Hubby's wallet from him tonight to go shopping for a new pair, huh? she said, smiling at him. Kim, why are you with him? Dirk asked, genuinely curious. He usually didn't care about why a woman was the way she was, but this one was different. This one intrigued him. I mean, if he's that big of a wimp and is so bad in the sack that you have to go out looking for stray dick, why stay with him? Kim gave him that slightly evil half-smile, as she replied; Two reasons; One, he lets me control him, and everything else about us, and that turns me on to no end. And two; Have you seen the Mercedes sitting in the driveway, she asked, nodding in the direction of her house across the street. Yeah, I noticed that, Dirk said. Sitting in the driveway was a Mercedes two-door convertible sports car, white, of course. Nice car, very nice, Dirk said. It's paid for, and so is his car. And so is the house, Kim said. He's filthy fucking rich, and I'd be absolutely crazy to walk away from that. Besides, he likes to be cuckolded and controlled. And I like doing it. So as long as I give him what he needs, he gives me what I want. No questions asked. It doesn't get any better than that. she explained. Dirk nodded his head in agreement. No, I guess not, he said, sitting sidesaddle on his bike. She took two steps over to where Dirk sat, and then bent over, putting one hand under his chin while she held her pants up with the other and giving him a brief but soft and seductive kiss. She straightened up as she continued. You're a great fuck, Dirk, she said, giving him that half-smile again, and you certainly know how to use a woman to get what you want. I hope we have the chance to do this again, and soon. You never know, Dirk said, giving her his own half-smile. She giggled at this, her big tits, bouncing in her halter. No, I guess you don't. Right now, I'm going to go call my husband with my belly full of your cum, and tell him just how hard you fucked me. and came in my mouth, and that I swallowed every last drop," she said, grinning. Then she turned and walked out of the garage and across the street, holding her pants up as she went. Dirk watched her go, admiring her ass as she walked. That is one controlling, twisted bitch, Dirk said aloud to himself as he sat on his bike. But man! Can she suck a dick! By Original Aramis for Literotica.

De ce sunt tinerii din România printre cei mai săraci din UE și ce rol are sistemul educațional în această situație? În acest episod discutăm deschis despre educație, orientare vocațională și pregătirea pentru piața muncii. Ce fel de pregătire au nevoie să primească tinerii pentru a putea intra în organizații în echipe din ce în ce mai diverse generațional și cum au nevoie să fie integrați în echipele lor?CE VEI DESCOPERI:- Cele trei roluri fundamentale ale educației: transfer de cunoștințe, dezvoltarea competențelor transversale și construirea capacității de învățare autonomă- De ce orientarea vocațională trebuie să înceapă din copilărie, nu la 16-18 ani- Cum influențează părinții alegerile de carieră prin credințe limitative - Cele 8 metacompetențe esențiale pentru orice carieră (conform Ken Robinson)- Cum pot organizațiile să faciliteze integrarea tinerilor pe piața muncii prin programe de internship și training de soft skills- De ce Generația Z este "cea mai respinsă generație": oportunități mai multe, dar și competiție mult mai acerbă- Strategii practice pentru un gap year productiv- Cum să transformăm diferențele intergeneraționale dintr-o provocare într-un avantaj competitivPENTRU CINE ESTE EPISODUL:Părinți care vor să își susțină copiii în alegeri de carieră informateTineri (15-29 ani) care se pregătesc să intre pe piața muncii sau sunt în proces de reconversie profesionalăProfesori și consilieri școlari interesați de orientare vocațională modernăManageri și HR care lucrează cu echipe intergeneraționaleOricine dorește să înțeleagă mai bine provocările educaționale din RomâniaDATE CHEIE DIN EPISOD:29,5% - rata de risc de sărăcie pentru tinerii din România (vs 24,1% media UE)14,7% - rata privațiunilor materiale severe în rândul tinerilor 15-29 ani (vs 5,8% media UE)50%+ - procent de tineri români care intenționează să emigreze1 din 5 tineri sunt neîncadrați profesional și nu urmează programe educaționale50%+ dintre respondenți au nevoie mare/foarte mare de îndrumare profesionalăRESURSE:1. Ken Robinson, Imagine If2. Howard Gardner, Multiple Intelligences3. John Holland, Making Vocational Choices4. Jonathan Haidt, The Anxious Generation5. David Brooks, The Most Rejected Generation (articol): https://www.nytimes.com/2025/05/15/opinion/rejection-college-youth.html 6. Luke Kemp, Goliath's CurseDacă vreți să lucrați cu el, pe Andrei îl găsiți pe https://stupu.ro/Acest episod este produs și distribuit cu susținerea E.ON Energie România

Omul marketing – Cristian Birta – ne dezvăluie ce face un specialist pensionat la ... 50 de ani!Cum a ajuns ‚Chinezul' să descopere ce e cu adevărat cel mai important lucru în viață și cât i-a luat să îl obțină? Și mai ales care este super puterea pe care o avem toți, o ignorăm, și ratăm șansa să ne facem singuri viața mai bună?Afli azi, din podcastul care te introduce în lumea social media și a marketingului de succes. Un dialog din care poți fura gratis ceea ce alții plătesc cu bani grei. Ocazie cu care îți dezvăluim și tarifele practicate de influencerii din România! Fie că ești firmă sau persoană fizică, Cristian China-Birta te învață cum îți perfecționezi imaginea și cum să folosești util online-ul.La Fain & Simplu, cu Mihai Morar.

Cum ne pregătim pentru anii următori într-o perioadă cu inflație ridicată, dobânzi mari și piețe volatile? În acest episod, Cristi Tudorescu, consultant financiar și analist de investiții cu peste 20 de ani de experiență, explică ce se întâmplă în economie și cum pot gândi investitorii individuali strategiile lor.Am discutat despre: perspectivele economice pentru 2025–2026, cum evoluează inflația, dobânzile și piețele internaționale, rolul ETF-urilor într-un portofoliu echilibrat, ce se întâmplă cu acțiunile românești și cu piața imobiliară și cum ne putem păstra calmul atunci când totul pare instabil.Un episod despre decizii financiare și cum putem construi o strategie personală care să reziste în timp.

Episodul 157 din Thinking Made Visible vorbește despre relația dintre generații, felul în care adolescenții și adulții se reglează emoțional împreună și despre curajul de a rămâne prezenți atunci când e cel mai greu să o faci.Alături de Georgiana și Briseis Spătaru, am explorat cum se transformă relațiile dintre părinți și copii atunci când învățăm să ne ascultăm, să ne conținem și să privim dincolo de reacții.E un episod despre relațiile dintre generații, despre cum părinții pot învăța să fie prezenți emoțional, dar și despre procesul de reglare emoțională conștientă care începe în momentul în care nu mai vrem să avem dreptate, ci să înțelegem.Mi-a fost clar, ascultându-le, că relația dintre un adult și un adolescent nu e despre control sau perfecțiune, ci despre spațiul dintre cei doi, acel loc în care amândoi învață să se vadă, să se audă și să se respecte.Mi-a prins bine conversația aceasta pentru că mi-a reamintit că relațiile nu se construiesc din reguli, ci din oameni care rămân aproape, chiar și atunci când nu e confortabil.Am vorbit despre oglindire, umor, asertivitate și compasiune - abilitățile care pot transforma felul în care adulții se raportează la copiii lor.Despre cum, dincolo de teorii și parenting perfect, există o zonă vie, plină de nuanțe, în care părinții și adolescenții cresc împreună.E unul dintre acele episoade care te fac să te gândești la tine, nu doar la ceilalți.Să vezi ce din felul tău de a fi adult merită păstrat și ce poți așeza mai blând, ca să rămâi conectat cu adolescentul tău chiar și atunci când e greu.Dacă ești părinte, educator sau lucrezi cu tineri, musai să asculți Episodul 157 din Thinking Made Visible până la final.Intro (00:00)Bris, cine ești tu? (2:49)Cum e Georgiana ca mamă? (3:48)Ce, din mama ta, o face pentru tine un model de femeie? (4:35)Cum ai descrie-o pe adolescenta care a îndrăznit să vină în podcast cu mama ei? (5:26)Cum aduci echilibrul între plăcerea ei și riscurile la care se supune când face acest sport? (8:22)Ce face Georgiana și cum te sprijină, chiar și de la distanță? (11:21)Care crezi că sunt principalele provocări pe care le trăiesc majoritatea adolescenților astăzi? (13:08)Sunt pregătiți adulții de astăzi să conțină și să își vadă copiii așa cum au nevoie? (16:17)Trei abilități pe care adulții cu adolescenți ar fi bine să le dezvolte (18:52)Spațiul adevărului (24:45)Cum ai gândit atunci când ai dezvoltat Cursul de Relaționare Emoțională și Spirituală pentru Copii? (27:37)C.R.E.S.C. – pentru profesori și părinți (27:58)Cum i-ai descrie unui adolescent Cursul C.R.E.S.C.? (32:36)Provocări pe care le au adulții care au copii adolescenți (38:34)Ai vrea să fii implicată în discuțiile părinților sau preferi să nu știi? (44:27)Despre ce este Cursul C.R.E.S.C.? (52:54)Cum te ajută la școală sau în relațiile cu prietenii tăi? (55:32)Ce i-ai recomanda acelui adult să facă în acest moment ca să deschidă ușa spre o relație mai frumoasă cu al său copil? (1:00:28)Adultul face primul pas (1:01:14)De unde începi să construiești? (1:02:16)De ce este important C.R.E.S.C.? (1:05:44)Outro (1:09:10)

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In this episode, Annie and Mr. A discuss the allure, if any, of creampies from each person's perspective. (Who doesn't love an ooey, gooey filling, right? lol) Support the showIntro music by Poor Man's Poison. Check them out, they're amazing! Don't forget to check out Annie's erotica on Kindle and Amazon, found under Annie Goodman. You can also find us at Annieandmra.com, on Facebook as Annie Goodman, and Instagram and Twitter (X) as @AnnieandMrA.

Fost ministru al Muncii și Protecției Sociale, actual deputat, Marcel Spatari revine într-un moment-cheie pentru Moldova. Vorbim despre:

România stă pe muchie de cuțit: inflație uriașă, deficit record, investiții în picaj. Cătălin Striblea și Radu Naum încearcă să înțeleagă la Baricade cum am ajuns aici și dacă mai e vreo cale de scăpare. Cine sparge cercul vicios al evaziunii? Și ce se întâmplă când nu mai e nimeni dispus să repare sistemul? 00:03:16 Ce e un bison futé și ce putem învăța de la francezi 00:04:12 Evaziune fiscală în direct 00:15:50 FMI-ul – salvare sau eșec repetat? 00:19:40 România, campioană la inflație și deficit 00:31:00 De unde ar trebui să vină banii și de ce nu vin 00:47:10 „Nu mai sunt bani” – drumul spre zid 00:53:00 Cum ne duc lucrurile făcute de mântuială la sapă de lemn 00:58:13 Rezolvarea problemei din ediția trecută + o nouă provocare

Adventures of Dirk: The Little Maneater Dirk gets picked up by a hot brunette in a bar. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dirk walked into the bar a little past midnight, well past the prime grazing period for the singles that usually haunted bars on Friday and Saturday nights. On most nights he d be out there competing for female companionship with the best of them, and he could count on one hand the number of times he d gone home alone after closing time. He had his favorite bars to hang out in, and this bar wasn t one of them. Hell, he wasn t even in his own town. He d just gotten in from a long road trip on his Harley-Davidson and had finished unpacking at his motel when he got the urge for a beer, so he headed for the nearest bar to get one.  He stopped at the first one he came to, a fairly decent looking place called Jessie s Bar and Grill, parked the bike in front and came inside. His leather jacket and chaps drew a little bit of attention as he walked across the room; he guessed they didn t get many bikers there since he didn t see any parked out front. He found himself a table in the back where he could sit and watch the little bit of action going on in the bar, ordered up a beer, and sat back to relax and unwind. As soon as the waitress showed up with his beer he took a long swallow; the beer felt good going down. He put the beer down on the table and then sat back, relaxing as he looked around the room. The first thing he noticed was an intense brunette sitting at the far end of the bar. She was intense in more ways than one - her brown hair was long, past her shoulders, and she was wearing a strapless white tube dress that fit her lithe body like a glove, showing off every curve and bump. And man, did she have some bumps! Her tits were very large, round and full, her nipples showing through the tight material of the dress. She was looking right at him, and the look on her face told Dirk at once that this woman meant business - she had man-eater written all over her, but Dirk didn t care. She had him fixed with an intent gaze, her dark eyes looking right at him, and as Dirk watched a small half-smile crept to her lips. She picked up her beer and got off her stool, showing plenty of leg as she did so, and walked towards him without taking her eyes off of him. Dirk could tell by the way her big tits wobbled when she walked that she was braless; not that she needed one that badly, anyhow. And if her rear end moved the way her front did, the guys behind her were getting quite a show. She kept her eyes fixed on Dirk as she walked over to his table, and Dirk glanced around to see every male pair of eyes in the room following her as she walked. He could only wonder what they were thinking. Mind if I sit down? she asked in a smooth, sultry voice. Now why in the world would I mind? Dirk asked. She smiled that half-smile again in response and then sat down, crossing her shapely legs. I m Kelly, she said, her brown eyes fixed on him. You re new here. Dirk; and you re right, I ve never been here before, he replied. I just got into town about an hour ago. As soon as I checked in to the motel I felt the need for a beer, and this was the first place I found. So here I am. I thought so; I know most of the men who come in here by sight, and I d have remembered you if you d been here before, she said, taking a sip of her beer. And why would you have remembered me? Dirk asked. Because your ass looks really good in those chaps, and no one else around here has the balls to wear them, much less ride a bike, she said, not missing a beat. If you d been in here before, I d remember you! 'Ah, Dirk thought to himself, 'a woman who isn t afraid to speak her mind! What kind of bike do you ride? she asked. Harley, he replied. Nice. Which model? Heritage Softail Classic. 100th Anniversary model. Very nice; my favorite, she said, leaning forward and putting her elbows on the table. Her large tits hung forward, creating some impressive cleavage for Dirk to admire, which he did. Wanna take me for a ride? she asked. Sure, he said, where do you want to go? he asked. Your motel room, she replied. The game was on. Now why would you want to go there? Dirk asked, thinking it was time to see if this girl was serious or just fucking around. She smiled as she replied, and the smile said man-eater. Because I want to see just how much cum I can squeeze out of your cock, she said without hesitating a bit. You really speak your mind, don t you? Dirk asked, taking a long pull on his beer. Yes, I do. It s the fastest way to get what I want, and right now I want to fuck you so bad my pussy is throbbing, she said. So, Dirk, are we going for that ride now? Yes, we are, Dirk said, standing up and finishing his beer. She stood and walked towards the door, giving Dirk a chance to see that her ass did in fact wiggle as much as her tits did when she walked as he followed her out the door. He felt the eyes of every male in the bar on him as they left. They walked over to his bike and he got on, putting up the kickstand. She lifted her already-short skirt up higher and got on the bike behind him, and as she did so he saw that she was wearing a tiny white thong to match her dress. She settled into the seat and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her big tits into his back. Let s go! she said in his ear, and Dirk fired up the bike. They pulled away from the bar and he accelerated down the street, heading for his motel. She clung to him as they rode, pressing her body against his back. Halfway to the motel Dirk felt her hand slide down his side and over his thigh, settling on his crotch. She squeezed his cock through his jeans, feeling his immediate response. I can t wait to give you a blow job! she said in his ear, then ran her tongue around the outside of his ear before darting it quickly in and out. She squeezed his cock once more and then took her hand away, wrapping her arms around him again. A few minutes later they arrived at the motel, and Dirk stopped the bike in front of his room. He held the bike upright while she got off, getting a good look at her ass when she did, then put the kickstand down and got off himself. He locked up the bike and they walked to the door of his room. He opened the door to let her in and followed her, closing the door behind him. She turned on one of the lamps on the table as he slipped out of his leather jacket, tossing it over a chair. Without a word she walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep, pressing her body hard against his, her silky tongue snaking its way into his mouth. She had the longest, most agile tongue he d ever seen, and she was good with it. He felt his cock getting hard and she did, too, pressing her hips up against it. He slid his hands down her back and grabbed the full, firm globes of her ass and pulled her hard against him. She thrust her tongue deeper into his mouth as her passion quickly rose, and he squeezed her ass hard. She slid her hand down his stomach and gripped his cock through his jeans, squeezing and massaging it hard. She finally broke the kiss, leaving both of them breathless. She led him over to the bed and turned him so his back was to the bed. First, I m going to give you the best blow job you ve ever had, she said, sitting him down on the bed and spreading his knees apart, standing between them. Then I m going to wrap my big tits around your cock and tit-fuck you. She knelt down in front of him and reached up for his zipper, working it down as she spoke. And then I m going to suck your cock some more, she said as she opened his fly and reached inside his boxers, never taking her eyes off him. She pulled out his hard cock and smiled as she said, And after that, I m going to lay you down, slide my tight, wet pussy down on your cock, and squeeze the cum out of it! She reached back inside his boxers and pulled out his balls, smiling when she saw that they were shaven smooth. I see you shave your balls, Dirk, she said, squeezing them in her hand as she wrapped her other hand around his cock. Been doing it for as long as I can remember, Dirk replied, sitting back on his elbows and watching her work. Good! I like it when a man s balls are shaven smooth, she said, it makes sucking on them so much easier! With that she leaned forward and ran her long, wet tongue over his balls. She looked him right in the eyes as she sucked his balls into her mouth one at a time. Dirk moaned with pleasure as she rolled them around in her mouth, pumping on his shaft as she did so. She released his balls from her lips after several long, very pleasurable minutes. You've got a nice cock, Dirk, big and thick, just like I like them, she said, looking up at him. I bet you can cum buckets. She kept on pumping his long, hard shaft with one hand while she massaged and squeezed his balls in the other. You keep that up and you'll find out, he said. Oh, I intend to, she replied. Then she opened her mouth and slid her long, wet tongue out. When she got to the tip of his cock, she slipped her lips around it and slid her mouth down on his shaft, taking all of it. She was still looking at him, so she saw his reaction. She slipped his cock out of her mouth, just long enough to say a couple of words. I don't have a gag reflex, she said. Licking his cock with her long, wet tongue, that's how I can deep throat your big cock. Then she went back to sucking his cock, hard and fast, pumping his shaft with one hand, and her mouth from his cock and gripped it with one hand, pumping it as she sat up. And now for that tit-fuck, she said, pulling down the top of her dress with her free hand. Her tits were big and full, very round with just a little bit of sag, and her nipples were rock hard. She leaned forward and plopped them down on either side of his cock. then pressed the shaft against her chest as she wrapped her big tits around it. She pressed them together hard, squeezing his cock between them, and immediately began to slide them up and down. Her face was split with a big grin as she slid her tits up and down a shaft. Oh, yeah, I love it. I love feeling your cock trapped between my big... tits," she said, grinning that man-eater grin as she slid her big tits rapidly up and down his shaft. She lowered her head down and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and As she slid her mounds up and down his shaft, running her tongue over the head and licking his pre-cum up with her tongue. I could make you cum like this, but I'll save that for later, she said. Right now I want to fuck you, so get out of your clothes, and get on the bed. She stood up and slipped the tube dress down over her hips, followed by the thong panties. Dirk stood up and stripped off his t-shirt and then his chaps, followed by his boots and jeans. Kelly lay down on the bed as he did so, spreading her legs and Se squeezed one of her tits as she slipped a finger inside her pussy, rubbing it over her clit. Dirk, naked now, with his hardcock standing out in front of him, walked over to the bed and laid down. Before Dirk could say a word she dropped her hips down and planted her pussy right on his mouth. Dirk reached up and grabbed the cheeks of her ass with both hands and squeezed them hard as he drove away. Kelly moaned around his cock as he licked and nibbled her clit, and before Dirk knew it she was drenching his face with her juices as she came. She screamed around his cock as the orgasm rocked her body, clamping her smooth thighs around Dirk's head. She came hard, and when her orgasm faded, she released Dirk's I want this cock inside me, and I want it now," she said as she grabbed his cock and pointed it up towards her pussy. She slipped the head of his cock inside her opening and then dropped down on it, impaling herself on his hard cock. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, grinding her hips Then she started to move, sliding up and down. I m going to Fuck you hard, Dirk," she said, leaning forward on her hands as she slid up and down on his cock, her big tits swaying and bobbing with her motions. I'm gonna fuck you so hard. hard you'll remember it for the rest of your life. So do it. Dirk replied, causing Kelly to grin back at him. Dirk reached out. She was taking all of his shaft and lung, deep strokes, nearly perfect. all the way off when she slid up, but not quite, then she'd drop her hips down onto his cock, impaling it deep inside her with every thrust. Dirk hung on to her big tits. She ground her hips around his cock as she came. and then starting sliding her hips forward and back, still sitting straight up. She reached around behind her and grabbed Dirk's balls, squeezing them firmly and causing Dirk to moan. He squeezed her tits harder in return and Kelly came again, harder this time. Dirk could feel her juices, flooding his cock and running down his shaft. This girl was a regular sex machine. I'm gonna make you cum now, Dirk, she said, looking down at him, but I want to feel you cum all at once. All Dirk knew that it wouldn't be long before he was going to cum, and Kelly knew it, too. Come on, baby, cum all over my big tits . She said, gripping her tits and squeezing them harder around his cock. Shoot your hot, thick load all over them. You know you want to, so do it. Cum for Kelly, baby. Cum all over my big tits. And he did. Dirk your ass head back and moan loudly as he came. She laughed and continued to tit-fuck him, sliding her tits fast up and down the length of the floor. of with her other hand as stream after stream of hot, thick cum landed on her big tits. Then she dropped her head down and sucked on the end of his cock, sucking the last of his cum from him as his orgasm slowed. She sucked on his shaft until there was nothing left. You came good, baby, she said, licking her fingers. I just love making a man cum hard like that. Gasping for breath, Dirk replied, Man, you're really something. Like I said, I don't Still waste time when I see something I like, she replied, still looking him in the eyes as she sucked the cum off her fingers. And after we've had a chance to catch our breath, I'm going to fuck you again. We hope to see you again, only this time I want to feel you cum inside my pussy. I have a feeling it's going to be a very long, but very enjoyable night, Dirk replied, smiling. Baby, he replied, you ain't seen nothing yet. By Original Aramis for Literotica.