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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.

Festivalul Internațional de Literatură și Traducere de la Iași, FILIT, după cum o spune și numele lui, este un eveniment care se uită și spre traducerea literară, un domeniu esențial al literaturii. Fără traducători, cărțile nu pot trece granițele lingvistice. Iar traducătorii de literatură română sînt supracalificați: ei sînt și agenți literari pentru autorii pe care îi traduc. Adică vorbesc cu editorii străini despre cărți românești și încearcă să îi convingă să le dea o șansă și să le publice. Am vorbit despre literatura română cu trei dintre traducătorii prezenți la FILIT.Laure Hinckel a venit prima oară în România la începutul anilor 90, ca jurnalistă și fotografă. S-a atașat de București și de limba română și a ajuns să traducă în franceză din opera mai multor autori români, între care: Mircea Cărtărescu, Marin Mălaicu-Hondrari, Simona Sora, Dan Lungu, Lucian Dan Teodorovici, Dora Pavel.Radosława Janowska-Lascar a fost lector de limba polonă la Universitatea „Alexandru Ioan Cuza” din Iași și lector de limba română la Universitatea din Wrocław, Polonia. A tradus în polonă din opera scriitorilor: Filip Florian, Lucian Dan Teodorovici, Cristian Teodorescu, Oleg Serebrian, Florin Irimia, Dan Lungu.James Appleby este poet și traducător, fondator al publicației „Interpret”, dedicată literaturii internaționale. Prima sa carte de poezie, „Spurious Language”, a apărut în 2025. James vorbește spaniolă, franceză, italiană și portugheză și în prezent învață româna. Laure Hinckel: „Eu am catalogul meu de fragmente și de prezentări ale unor autori pe care doresc să-i traduc. De pildă, în catalogul meu am «Tache de catifea» de Ștefan Agopian. Cred că sînt 15 ani de cînd încerc să conving un editor să publice cartea asta. Voi reuși într-o zi, sînt convinsă. Altfel, aș putea vorbi despre Dora Pavel, scriitoarea de la Cluj, care a publicat «Do Not Cross» în limba franceză, în traducerea mea, anul acesta, după ce am propus această carte mulți ani și în fine, am reușit s-o public la editura Marie Barbier.”Cum vi se pare literatura română contemporană?Radosława Janowska-Lascar: „Este un univers în sine, este ceva viu, ceva care se mișcă, se schimbă și evoluează. Și e foarte bine. Mereu avem ocazia noi, cei din afară, să găsim ceva nou, interesant, captivant. Este o literatură în continuă facere. (...) Patru dintre traducerile mele au intrat în finala prestigiosului premiu pentru literatura Central și Est Europeană ANGELUS, un premiu acordat de primăria orașului Wrocław, din Silezia. Pe lîngă premiul propriu-zis, există și un premiu special, al cititorilor. Lucian Dan Teodorovici a primit în 2015 premiul cititorilor pentru romanul «Matei Brunul».”Ca iubitor al literaturii române, ce autori crezi că ar trebui traduși cu prioritate?James Appleby: „Ca unul care citește foarte multă poezie contemporană, cu ea aș începe. Văd atît de multă energie, forță și plăcere de a scrie la poeții de vîrsta mea sau chiar mai tineri decît mine, încît atunci cînd vezi acest spirit de aventură în ceea ce privește limba, bineînțeles că asta îți face mare poftă să traduci.” Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta întreaga discuție!O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei MartinUn produs Radio România Cultural

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

Opinie: Ce vrea Sorin Grindeanu? Controlul Justiției? (DW) - Cu ce tinichele de coadă candidează Marcel Ciolacu la CJ Buzău: scandalul cu jeturile private Nordis, farmaciile și fotovoltaicele nepotului, afacerile protejatei, deficitul-record (G4Media) - Cum a fost construită Catedrala Națională. Interviu cu arhitectul celei mai mari catedrale ortodoxe din lume (HotNews) Bolojan: Eu pot să plec mâine. Dar să mi se spună care sunt soluţiile geniale, care corectează lucruri şi nu deranjează pe nimeni (News.ro) Premierul Ilie Bolojan afirmă că poate în orice moment să renunţe la funcţie, dar solicită să i se spună care sunt ”soluţiile geniale” prin care deficitul bugetar poate fi corectat, scrie News.ro. ”Orice partid consideră că Guvernul nu-şi face datoria are posibilitatea să depună moţiuni de cenzură şi să facă o majoritate în Parlament, în aşa fel încât, cu AUR, cu cine se poate, ca Guvernul să plece”, adaugă prim-ministrul. ”În administraţia locală din România, în majoritatea unităţilor administrative, cheltuielile de personal reprezintă între 60 şi 90%. Dacă vrei să faci ceva reduceri din total cheltuieli şi nu vrei să te atingi de personal, foarte bine, te duci la diferenţa care este foarte mică. Ce înseamnă asta? Înseamnă cheltuielile cu încălzirea şcolilor, cu iluminatul public. Asta vrem să facem? ”. Ilie Bolojan a anunţat că va ”insista şi pe partea de reduceri administrative” în administraţia centrală. Joi seară, la Antena 3, Bolojan a mai spus că declaraţiile contradictorii în interiorul coaliţiei aflate la guvernare au legătură cu încrederea oamenilor.  INTERVIU Theodor Paleologu: „E foarte plauzibilă o alianță PSD–AUR. Au foarte multe lucruri în comun” (Adevărul) Prevalența teoriilor conspirației și ascensiunea extremismului reprezintă fenomene îngrijorătoare în societatea românească contemporană, potrivit analizei lui Theodor Paleologu. În Interviurile Adevărul, fostul ministru al Culturii a abordat aceste teme, subliniind impactul lor asupra climatului politic și social. Opinie: Ce vrea Sorin Grindeanu? Controlul Justiției? (DW) Mizele conflictului din coaliția de guvernământ au legătură cu decredibilizarea premierului Ilie Bolojan, cu o restaurație similară celei din perioada Dragnea, cu bătălia pentru controlul instanțelor și parchetelor, avertizează jurnalista Sabina Fati, corespondent DW. Sorin Grindeanu are ambiții mai mari, vrea să fie ales, la Congresul din 7 noiembrie, președinte plin al PSD. Pentru a ajunge acolo, trebuie să-și protejeze oamenii mai bine decât a făcut-o în 2017 (când a adoptat Ordonanța 13, care anula infracțiunea de neglijență în serviciu, introducea pragul de 200.000 de lei pentru existența infracțiunii de abuz în serviciu și anula ideea de favorizare a făptuitorului în cazul în care un membru de familie îl proteja pe un altul. Sub presiunea străzii a renunțat în final la aceste idealuri pro-corupție).  Miza e în continuare controlul asupra Justiției. Ministrul de resort, Radu Marinescu, este omul trimis de primărița Craiovei, Olguța Vasilescu, devenită una din cele mai puternice figuri din partid. Ministrul Justiției este omul cheie din guvern care îi propune președintelui întreaga elită a parchetelor: procurorul general, procurorul șef al DNA și adjuncții lui, șeful Direcției de Investigare a Infracțiunilor de Criminalitate Organizată și Terorism (DIICOT) și adjuncții lui, plus șefii de secții. Anul viitor se fac noi propuneri. PSD vrea să controleze cât mai mult din această mare felie a magistraților, așa că încearcă să-i ajute, pentru ca, la rândul lor, să fie ajutat. Înalta Curte a făcut deja câțiva pași prietenoși spre PSD, în dosare importante, iar după respingerea legii la CCR, cei mai mulți procurori și judecători au ieșit din greva în care intraseră la sfârșitul lunii august.  Cu ce tinichele de coadă candidează Marcel Ciolacu la CJ Buzău: scandalul cu jeturile private Nordis, farmaciile și fotovoltaicele nepotului, afacerile protejatei, deficitul-record (G4Media) Marcel Ciolacu are o șansă mare să câștige în sfârșit la vot pe persoană fizică la CJ Buzău. Fostul premier PSD părea anulat politic de înfrângerea de la prezidențiale, de blatul cu George Simion, de scandalurile de corupție și de cel mai mare deficit bugetar din UE. Spre deosebire însă de colegii de coaliție Klaus Iohannis și Nicolae Ciucă, Ciolacu vrea cu orice preț să revină în prim-plan. Nu am văzut până acum la fostul premier nici un gest de regret ori penitență pentru la dezastrul politic și bugetar din 2024. Doar declarații care sfidează bunul simț. Ciolacu e în pole-position la alegerile din 7 decembrie pentru că nici un alt partid important nu și-a anunțat un candidat la șefia Consiliului Județean Buzău, un județ oricum dominat copios de PSD, care are 76% din primari. În plus, el a negociat în ultimele săptămâni cu mai multe figuri relevante din județ pentru a se asigura de susținerea lor sau măcar de non-combat, potrivit informațiilor G4Media. Iar sâmbătă, Ciolacu vrea să își asigure la o mare conferință de partid sprijinul primarilor PSD din județ. VIDEO „Patriarhia a aplicat un sistem privind bugetul cu care noi nu eram obișnuiți”. Cum a fost construită Catedrala Națională. Interviu cu arhitectul celei mai mari catedrale ortodoxe din lume (HotNews) „Un manager de proiect elvețian m-a întrebat: «de ce vă trebuie o biserică atât de mare? În Elveția toate catedralele noastre sunt goale»”, povestește, într-un interviu pentru publicul HotNews, arhitectul Constantin Amâiei, cel care s-a ocupat de proiectul Catedralei Naționale. Cu câteva zile înainte de inaugurarea construcției monumentale începute în 2010, Constantin Amâiei dezvăluie detalii neștiute despre lucrările ale căror costuri se ridicau la începutul acestui an la 270 milioane de euro, potrivit Patriarhiei.   „Am avut și critici de la colegi arhitecți care spuneau că trebuia să facem o catedrală din secolul 21 cu sticlă și metal. Noi a considerat că e mai bine să fie o catedrală tradițională pentru că noi, ortodocșii, avem în mentalul colectiv o anumită formă a bisericii. Dacă o modificăm, nu o mai recunoaștem”, spune Constantin Amâiei.  Constantin Amâiei este din Bacău, membru al Ordinului Arhitecților. Este de asemenea, autorul Catedralei „Înălțarea Domnului” din Bacău. Catedrala Națională sau a „Mântuirii Neamului” va fi inaugurată în 26 octombrie, după mai bine de 15 ani de la începerea lucrărilor. La eveniment va fi prezent și Patriarhul Bartolomeu I al Constantinopolului. De asemenea, sunt așteptați mii de credincioși din toată țara.

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)

Festivalul Internațional de Literatură și Traducere de la Iași (FILIT), a 13-a ediție, e în plină desfășurare, cu sute de evenimente programate în școli și licee din Iași și din cîteva localități învecinate, la Casa Filit - un cort gigantic amplasat temporar în centrul orașului -, în cafenele și cluburi și pe scena Teatrului Național „Vasile Alecsandri” din Iași. Invitați: scriitori, traducători, editori, agenți literari și jurnaliști culturali din România și din străinătate care participă la lecturi, sesiuni de autografe și întîlniri profesionale. Într-un context dificil pentru cultura scrisă peste tot în lume (dar mai ales în România), cînd asistăm la un declin al cărții, am vorbit despre cum poate fi încurajată practica lecturii cu doi scriitori optimiști în ceea ce privește prezentul și viitorul cărții.Andreea Răsuceanu este autoarea a trei romane foarte bine primite de critică și de public: „O formă de viață necunoscută”, „Vîntul, duhul, suflarea” și „Linia Kármán” - așa numita Trilogie a satului C. Este, de asemenea, fondatoarea unei colecții de literatură română la Humanitas, coordonatoare de antologii de proză, cercetătoare a geografiei literare. Iar  Florin Bican este unul dintre cei mai iubiți autori de literatură pentru copii. A scris, printre altele: „Reciclopedia de povești cu rimă și fără tîlc”, „Tropice tîmpe”, seria cu Apolodor, din care fac parte „Cartea Albă cu Apolodor sau Apolododecameronul”,„Descoperim cu Apolodor, în Deltă, păsările-n zbor”,„Hai pe lună împreună” și „Apolodor pe crestele Carpaților”. O plimbare, zilele acestea, pe străzile Iașiului, ne-ar putea lua prin surprindere. Pentru că mai peste tot vezi oameni care se plimbă cu cîte o carte în mînă. Iar evenimentele cu scriitori fac săli pline. Pe de altă parte, realitatea măsurată statistic ne arată că se citește tot mai puțin în România. Cum se explică acest paradox?Florin Bican: „Cu mulți ani în urmă îmi spuneam și eu că în România nu se mai citește. Între timp m-am tot plimbat pe la diverse festivaluri și am întîlnit clase întregi de copii care citesc. Nu știu dacă e neapărat reprezentativ din punct de vedere statistic. În orice caz, cei care citesc o fac cu seriozitate, cu implicare. Deci nu mă surprinde să întîlnesc, la Iași sau prin alte locuri, tineri pasionați de literatură. Să știți însă că mulți dintre cei care deplîng soarta lecturii invocînd date statistice nu sînt statisticieni. Și, adesea, nu sînt nici cititori.”  Cum e să te întîlnești cu publicul, la festivalurile literare? Ce înseamnă această comunicare directă cu cititorii?Andreea Răsuceanu: „Scrisul e o ocupație solitară. Dar eu, una, nu scriu pentru mine, nu aș putea scrie făcînd abstracție de cititori. Literatura e o formă de comunicare. (...) De asta am și atîtea emoții cînd mă întîlnesc cu publicul, de pildă, aici, la Iași. Mai ales cititorii tineri au întrebări care mă iau prin surprindere. Ei au o anumită grilă - diferită de a noastră - de a înțelege literatura și de a o raporta la realitatea lor. Din această dinamică se nasc întrebări cu totul originale, ceea ce e foarte interesant pentru un scriitor. Se naște, de aici, un schimb echitabil. Dar emoția rămîne.” Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral! Interviu realizat de Adela Greceanu și Matei MartinUn produs Radio România Cultural 

The new Rumps & Bumps jersey just dropped! Check out afterpartyinc.com. It's the Halloween Edition of the After Party and for this one we invite our friends over from P.R.I to come on share some spooky stories and they also bring some of their EMF devices for us to check out! They also tell us about some of the spooky places they've investigated and personal encounters. Follow us on social media @AaronScenesAfterParty

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:

Jaful de la Paris e un episod trist și înspăimîntător în același timp, care ne arată că nici măcar cele mai sigure muzee din lume nu sînt suficient de sigure. În doar șapte minute, hoții au reușit să pătrundă în clădire și să fure mai multe obiecte de patrimoniu – bijuterii regale din colecția istorică a Franței. Sigur că e foarte greu să nu te gîndești imediat la jaful de la muzeul Drents din Assen de la începutul acestui an, cînd au fost furate coiful de la Coțofenești și trei brățări dacice. În ambele cazuri hoții au vizat obiecte sau artefacte din metale prețioase; ambele jafuri au fost rapide. În ambele cazuri s-a intrat prin efracție, prin violență. Și în urma ambelor jafuri s-a constatat cît de ușor le-a fost hoților să spargă gemurile presupus securizate ale vitrinelor. Cît de sigure mai sînt muzeele europene? Cum ne putem proteja mai bine valorile? L-am întrebat pe Dragoș Neamu, expert muzeal.Dragoș Neamu: „Vreau să demontez acest mit al siguranţei muzeelor, mai ales cînd vorbim despre muzeele iconice. N-a existat nicodată acest lucru. Să nu ne închipuim acele scenarii de film în care vedeam sisteme sofisticate de protejare a unor piese importante şi o echipă de spărgători foarte abili care reuşeau să treacă tocmai pentru a crea un scenariu de film spectaculos. De altfel, în Franţa, de patruzeci de ani se vorbeşte despre securitatea în muzee şi nu se rezolvă acest lucru. Din ce am observat în presa franceză, chiar în urmă cu doi ani preşedintele Muzeului Luvru a solicitat un audit de securitate. Care nu s-a întîmplat. A fost solicitat poliţiei franceze. De asemenea, bugetele pentru partea de securitate, nu numai în Franţa, în general, sînt destul de inconsistente. Pentru că, asigurarea unui regim de securitate maxim, la nivel de revoluţii tehnologice – vorbim despre muzee cu colecţii impresionante – se ridică la nişte sume astronomice. Nici măcar state precum Franţa nu şi le permit pe de-a-ntregul. Şi-atunci rămîne această vulnerabilitate.” Care e situația la muzeele din România, ce fel de sisteme de securitate folosim noi?Dragoș Neamu: „Este un subiect atît de delicat. Cum să explic faptul că muzeele din România, din punct de vedere al protejării patrimoniului, sînt atît de vulnerabile încît aproape că s-ar putea deschide un interes special pentru anumite minţi înfierbîntate? Realmente, din punctul meu de vedere, muzeele noastre sînt aproape lipsite de securitate.” Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral!O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei Martin Un produs Radio România Cultural 

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.

Cabin Cousins: Part 4 Costumes and characters. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me. "That hit the spot." She said with a sigh. "There's been a lot of that recently." Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?" We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being near each other. Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show you our costumes." I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser. "This is yours." She said, handing me a blue police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video. I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my prisoner?" "As much fun as that could be, no." Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered headdress. "We're the Village People?" I asked. Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you like it?" "I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?" "Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier." She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this." The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face. "Do you... not like it?" I asked. "It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just showed up to the party. Okay?" I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination. Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago; and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to be very careful in how I reacted. "Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay. Open your eyes." I did and said the first thing that came to my mind. "Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low, giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back, bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about the prospect of revealing so much skin. While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous." My antics made Melissa giggle. "Who is she here with?" "I don't know him. Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard." Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her, happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension. When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on the hem of the skirt. "It's more than a bikini." "I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get the right words out for what she wanted to say. I sat on the bed next to her. "It's not too... slutty, is it?" She asked, staring at the floor. Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are." "I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you." "Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and maintaining eye contact. She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's stunt double in Red Sonja." I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was a goddess." This got a smile from her. "I think you're biased." "Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?" "Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels really good." "You look amazing." "Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I don't know if I can take that." She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her. "It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty." I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my intent. "I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss. "Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and won't have to pretend anymore." "Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you but..." She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants. "Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear. "It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing my bare ass to everybody." "Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone other than me can see it." Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If people are going to see me, they're going to see you too." I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs, my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants, and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible. "That's fair." Then she said mischievously. "Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps." We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her warmly. "I love you." "I love you." She replied. "If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are together." I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said. "Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six hours." "How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?" "Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not wearing this to the video store." We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top, albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy' section. After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa. "Nice." She said, grinning. Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja. We barely spoke during the movie, both content with being close to each other and enjoying the show. At one point, as I watched her rapt attention to a sword fight, I felt a familiar feeling of awe. Melissa was my perfect woman. There wasn't a single thing about her that I would change. Well, her insecurities and self-confidence aside, but I'm working on those. The final scene played out, and the end credits rolled to more of Morricone's beautiful score. Melissa turned in my arms, facing me. "I love that movie." She gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. "And you're right, Brigitte Nielsen is a goddess." "So, what do you want to do now?" I asked suggestively. Melissa's eyes blazed with fiery passion. "What do you think I want to do?" Recalling the dialog from the final scene of the movie, I said in my best Arnold voice. "I make it a rule, never to take a woman unless she can beat me in a fair fight." Melissa grinned and continued with Brigitte Nielsen's line. "That's a challenge I might think about someday." "What about right now?" "Why not?" When Melissa said the last line of the movie, I grabbed her by the shoulders and wrestled her onto her back. In response, she twisted around and, surprising me with her strength, flipped our positions. She straddled me, pinning me face up on the couch. I have to say, after watching that particular movie, this roughhousing was hot. I could tell that Melissa thought so too. She leaned down and we kissed deeply. I looked into her blazing blue eyes. "My warrior queen will have what she demands." "Get naked. Now." She said gently, but in a tone that made it sound like a command. She inched forward, straddling higher up my chest, and giving me room to get my pants off. As I struggled to accomplish that as quickly as I could, I watched as she seductively removed her halter top. Pants and underwear off, I reached up and grasped her tits, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly. Melissa slid back to straddling my hips, and tugged at my shirt, helping me get it off without having to fully sit up. Then she leaned way back between my legs, lifting her legs into the air and towards her chest as she laid her back on the couch. I got a marvelous view as she pulled her pants off, taking the red thong with them. She came back forward to straddle me again, and I began to sit up to meet her, but she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back down. She leaned over me, kissing me briefly on the lips, then sensually made a trail of kisses down my neck, chest, and belly. She knelt between my legs, spreading them apart. I sighed as she moved her hands up my inner thighs and caressed the freshly shaved skin around my balls. She brought her face close to my cock, and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. She pursed her lips, blew softly on my bare genitals, and smiled as I shivered. Maintaining eye contact, she grasped my cock, and lowered her mouth upon it. I gasped in pleasure as she took me in. I could see in her eyes that my reaction fueled her desire to pleasure me. I couldn't have looked away if I wanted to. There was a fierceness in her eyes that I found to be absolutely captivating. She sucked hungrily and worked her tongue on me, seemingly intent on making me cum as fast as she could. My body complied, and I was very near to cumming much quicker than I wanted. Melissa redoubled her efforts, massaging my balls as she sucked harder. Her eyes seemed to scream "Cum for me! Cum for your warrior queen!" My hips bucked as I came suddenly, and I felt her hum in satisfaction as I filled her mouth with my seed. Melissa milked my cock for the last few drops of my cum, still holding my eyes with hers. She took me out of her mouth, and I saw her swallow. She leaned down over me with a satisfied smile. "That one was all mine." She purred, before kissing me. I was still amazed at how quickly she had made me cum, and held her tight as we kissed. She still had this new fierceness in her eyes when she pulled away slightly. "Now it's my turn." She moved up, straddling my face. As she lowered herself onto my awaiting mouth, she rested her chest over the couch's armrest. Melissa moaned loudly as I closed my mouth over her and my tongue began to explore. I loved the taste of her and loved how her body responded to my attention. She pressed herself down onto me, and I had to push up against her with my hands to keep her from smothering me. My hands pushed against her where the backs of her thighs met her ass, just on either side of her pussy. Her moans got louder when I pushed my hands to the sides, spreading her pussy open. My tongue attacked her with renewed vigor, and her body complied with my urgent desire to make her cum as quickly as she had made me. Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily. "Yes!" She exclaimed as she tensed, right on the edge of climax. I pressed my tongue broadly over her clit, and with quick circular motions, pushed her over the edge. As she tensed and spasmed uncontrollably, I left her overly sensitive clit alone and eased down the intensity with which I ate her. She pulled herself off of me, and moved back down into my arms, straddling my waist once again. Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply, with Melissa still twitching occasionally. We stopped to catch our breath and Melissa said. "Tasting myself on you is hot." I nodded in agreement and licked a bit of saliva off of her lips. She smiled and licked my chin, which was still soaking wet from eating her. "Did I satisfy my warrior queen to her liking?" I asked, deciding to continue our Red Sonja-inspired role play. "Oh yes," She replied with a feral grin. "You did very well. But you should know by now, that I always need more." Our eyes locked, and she reached down, finding my cock. She raised her hips slightly and lowered herself down onto me. I groaned in pleasure as I felt her silky warmth envelop me. She kissed me briefly, then sat up. She smiled down at me and wiggled her hips. When I tried to sit up, she gently, but firmly pushed me back down flat. Sensing that she wanted to be in total control, I put my hands behind my head. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I stared up at her, marveling at how unbelievably sexy she looked. She arched her back towards me, drawing me out of her, then sank onto me again as she transitioned to arching her back away from me. Like the rhythmic crashing of waves, her body undulated in a fluid motion that started with her shoulders and ended with her hips. Each sensual motion pulled me out of her, then brought me deeply back inside. I watched in awe, as she writhed on top of me. "You are a goddess!" I managed to say between gasped breaths. When she arched her back towards me, her flawless skin pulled tight, and I could see her abdominal muscles and the outline of her ribs. Her pale pink nipples were erect on her perfect tits. She brought her hands to her tits and squeezed them sensually as she continued to fuck me. I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was enjoying giving me this show, maybe as much as I was enjoying watching her. Even though I had cum, really just a few minutes before, I could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer. Melissa stopped her forward and back motion and leaned way back, supporting herself with her hands on the couch next to my knees. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, burying me deep inside her every time. She quickly increased her pace, bouncing her firm ass against my hips. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her, and watching the muscles of her thighs and belly flex as she drove herself onto me was too much to withstand, and I was seconds away from cumming. Without the close full-body contact that we usually had, I wasn't sure how close to cumming she was, so I broke the unspoken rule of the session and brought my hands to her. I pressed my hands against her inner thighs, alongside her pussy. I rubbed her clit between my fingertips. She must have been close because, with an exclamation of primal ecstasy, she came almost immediately from my touch. Her vagina clamped tightly around my cock, and I grunted loudly as I emptied my balls into her. We both held still for a moment, breathing hard. She grabbed my hand, and I pulled her forward, sitting up to meet her. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed hungrily. Melissa made needy moans as she ground her mouth against mine. We kissed for a long time, our need for each other seemingly inexhaustible. Finally, we broke apart, gasping for breath. We caressed each other's faces as we stared into each other's eyes. The fierceness she had shown in our passion was still there, but it was tempered now after our mutual release. Watching that particular movie had awakened something inside her, something that I found unbelievably attractive. Once again, I found myself in a state of utter awe of this woman. "You are amazing," I said, knowing that the words were inadequate to express my feelings. Melissa smiled, then looked a little self-conscious. "I didn't go too far with being in control did I?" I kissed her. "Not at all. I thought it was really hot." She looked relieved and kissed me back. "It felt really good." I could tell that it had felt really good for her to be in control. It must be liberating for her to have the desire to be in control, and be called amazing when she acted it out. Traditionally, men were in control, particularly in the bedroom. Society traditionally expected women to just follow the lead of their partner. It was one of those things that just was. Well, fuck tradition, we would do whatever felt right. This isn't the nineteen-fifties. Besides, we were already breaking one societal norm, being second cousins madly in love, what's one more? It felt good for her to take control, and honestly, she could have taken it much farther, and I would have still loved it. "It did." I agreed. "I like this side of you." "What side?" She asked, turning one direction, then the other playfully. She asked the question playfully, yes, but I could see that she was anxious about what I was going to say. There was a part of her that was exceedingly fragile to criticism right now, having opened up and let go of an inhibition. "The warrior queen," I responded in a gentle, but serious tone. "She's fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what she wants." Melissa didn't say anything, so I continued. "The world needs to see more of this part of you." Then hastily added. "Not in a sexual way, of course." Melissa giggled and then kissed me. "You are all that I want." She flexed her pelvic floor muscles, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock tightly. I flexed my own, causing my cock to twitch inside of her. We smiled at each other. "I am yours," I said, kissing her. I laid back down, pulling her down on top of me. She sighed in contentment and rested her weight on my chest, nuzzling my neck. We stayed like that for a while, and I could tell that she was beginning to fall asleep. I shifted and urged her to sit up. I stood, and she took my offered hand, following me to her bedroom. We cuddled up under the covers, and both quickly fell asleep. Chapter Fourteen. We woke refreshed from our nap and got dressed in our costumes. Soon we were in my pickup heading to the house where the party was being held. I glanced at Melissa as I drove, and she seemed to be unaware that I wasn't taking the most direct route. We were only a few minutes away from Melissa's apartment, when I turned into the parking lot of the Duluth location of the big box home improvement store I worked for. Butterflies filled my stomach as I prepared myself to set into motion the plan I had devised in the shower earlier that day. "I've got to go in here for a few minutes," I said, parking my truck, but leaving it running. "Ok, I'll be here," Melissa replied with a smile. I smiled back at her, leaned over to give her a quick kiss, and got out of the truck. I walked into the store with purpose. I got back twenty minutes later. Sitting behind the wheel, I looked over at Melissa with a huge grin on my face. She gave me a slightly confused look. "What did you need to get here?" "I have a surprise for you," I said, still unable to stop from smiling. "What is it?" Melissa asked. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. What I had just done, marked a turning point, one of those moments in your life where your life will never be the same again. "I just spoke with the yard manager, then with the store manager, and... as of two weeks from right now, I'll be working out of this store." It took a moment for Melissa to process what I said, her mouth fell open and her eyes began to glisten with the promise of tears. I nodded in silent confirmation, and she threw herself across the bench seat into my arms. We hugged tightly and kissed. I felt her joyful tears against my face. "Of course, this all depends on if you're okay with having a roommate..." Melissa laughed, her happiness nearly overwhelming her. "Am I okay? Charles, this is a dream come true!" We kissed again, then rested our foreheads together as we gazed into each other's eyes. Nothing on earth could have taken the smiles off our faces. We glanced over as an old grey-haired couple walked past my truck. They watched us as they passed, smiling at our display of joy and affection. The man put his arm around the woman, pulling her close as they walked and they smiled lovingly at each other. Melissa and I returned our gazes to each other, and we knew that we were both thinking the same thing. That was going to be us someday. A lifetime of love and experiences awaited us, and neither of us could imagine any other way we would want to spend our lives than with each other. On the drive to the party, Melissa sat in the middle of my truck's bench seat, and in between gear shifts, I rested my hand on her inner thigh. I would glance in her direction now and then as I drove, but Melissa never took her eyes off of me. The way she was looking at me made my heart glow. I loved her so much, and knowing that my love was returned, every bit of it and more, was almost enough to make a guy weep with joy. I parked on the street up the block from the party. I shut the truck off and turned to face Melissa. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed deeply. "I love you." She whispered. "I love you," I whispered back. I put a hand to her face and she leaned into my palm as I caressed her cheek. "Are you ready?" She nodded. "As much as I need to be making love to you in our bed right now, I want to do this." Our bed, she had said. I liked that. Melissa smiled at me, knowing that I had picked up on her deliberate word usage. I helped her out of the truck, making sure nobody saw more of her than was appropriate, even though she was still wearing her long coat that covered her down past her knees. We walked up to the house and rang the bell. As we waited, side by side, hand in hand, I said. "I'll be right here next to you the whole time, my warrior queen." She smiled lovingly at me, and I saw any faint trace of self-doubt leave her. She took a deep breath and stood a little straighter, chin raised. The door opened and we were greeted by Ashley's older sister, Debbie, who was hosting the party. "Melissa! I'm glad you could make it. I haven't seen you in forever." Debbie was five years older than Ashley and had moved out of their parent's house four years ago. Her husband's name was Chris, and apparently, he was some kind of Dot Com hotshot. I believed it, as their house was huge, and they both had expensive German sports cars parked in their driveway. Debbie took our coats, and we began to mingle, soon finding Ashley and James. Ashley rushed over and gave Melissa a quick hug. "Wow, you look Amazing!" I resisted the urge to laugh when I saw James give Melissa a good head-to-toe look, and then notice me watching him. Now, I can see how guys might get pissed off by other guys checking out their girlfriends, but I saw it differently. I took it as a compliment to Melissa's stunning beauty, an opinion I wholeheartedly agreed with. Melissa made formal introductions, and I shook hands with Ashley and James in turn. When I shook James' hand, he met my eyes in what seemed like an apology for his wandering eyes. I did my best to subtly show that there was no harm done. We mingled and ate from the lavish catered buffet that Debbie and Chris had provided. I was introduced to more people than I could ever remember. Everywhere we went, eyes followed. There were lustful eyes, admiring eyes, jealous eyes, and yes, when people noticed the obvious outline of my perpetually hard cock barely restrained by my pants, laughing eyes. I didn't care at all about any of our observers, or what they thought about us. My eyes, and my thoughts, were for Melissa alone. I kept true to my word, never left her side all evening, and maintained nearly constant physical contact, be it an arm around her waist, a held hand, or a covert squeeze of an ass cheek. For her part, she seemed to particularly enjoy rubbing her ass against my groin right before we talked to somebody new, or were going to walk anywhere, and when my arm was around her, she had a hand in my back pocket. Again, I didn't care that everyone there saw my arousal. I honestly believed that it would be more out of place to have such a gorgeous woman at my arm all night, and not be constantly turned on. Through it all, Melissa was amazing. She never showed the least bit of self-consciousness or anxiety. I knew she saw how everyone watched her, and as the night went on, I began to believe that she was genuinely enjoying the attention. Our costumes were a hit, not just Melissa's, but the four of us as a group. Everyone cheered as Melissa and I, and Ashley and James, got up and danced when YMCA was played. We each had a glass of the strongly spiked punch, but neither of us had the desire to get drunk. We seemed to be the exception though. As the party began to wind down, intoxicated couples could be found making out on couches and comfy chairs, with one pair doing a little more than make out under the billiards table. Ashley was one of those who had way too much to drink, and we said our goodbyes as James helped her up the stairs to a guest room that Debbie and Chris had reserved for them. Melissa's eyes met mine, and I saw her fierce need for me shining bright. As much as we both wanted to strip down and fuck like rabbits right then and there, we both agreed silently that we had reached the extent of our exhibitionism. We said goodbye, thanked Debbie and Chris, who were quite intoxicated themselves, and left. The night air was heavy in a way that hinted at impending snowfall, and the wind blew cold and humid off of Lake Superior. Melissa held her coat tightly around herself as we rushed to my truck. Once in the truck and moving, I revved the engine more than I usually did to get the engine up to temp a little faster. The air from the vents soon turned warm, and Melissa opened her coat. She was sitting next to me again, with one leg on either side of the shifter. She had let her skirt ride up, and between gear shifts, I rested my hand between her legs, gently rubbing her with my fingertips through her satin thong. She had a hand on my crotch, and slowly stroked me through my pants. The trip back was fairly short, only about ten miles. Halfway there I asked her. "Why does it seem like it's taking forever to get back to your apartment?" "Our apartment." Melissa reminded me with a smile. I glanced at her with a grin. I did like the sound of that. "It's because neither of us can wait until this beautiful cock of yours is inside me." She gave my cock a squeeze to accentuate her words. When we neared her, our apartment, she said in a casual tone that was betrayed by the lustful intensity with which she was looking at me. "When that door closes, you'll have about ten seconds to get naked before I start tearing these clothes off of you." Turns out, she didn't even give me that long. As I bumped my back against the door to push it all the way closed, Melissa attacked my belt, getting it unbuckled with amazing quickness. Before I knew it, my pants were around my ankles and Melissa was on her knees taking me into her mouth. I could do nothing but moan and lean against the door as she implemented every trick she had learned so far. My legs felt wobbly as she expertly brought all of the evening's pent-up sexual energy to the fore. I looked down and met the fierce eyes of my warrior queen. In mere moments, she had brought me to the verge of orgasm. I was just seconds away from cumming, when she stopped, taking me out of her mouth. The sudden absence of sensation took my breath away. Melissa looked up at me with a wicked grin. "Not yet." She said, giving the underside of my glans the slightest of licks. I shivered at the contact. I was so close. She watched me intently, giving me another tiny lick now and then, keeping me right at the brink. I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Almost involuntarily, I grasped the back of her head, pulling her mouth over me. She didn't resist and sucked with renewed vigor. Her eyes seemed to suggest that she had been waiting for me to make her continue, that she had wanted me to take what I wanted. Melissa massaged my balls as I came. My legs nearly gave out, as I filled her mouth with my seed. Four, five, six strong spurts. It felt like the entire content of my balls was shooting into her. Her eyes showed her joy at what she was able to do to me. She took me out of her mouth and ran her hands up my chest as she stood slowly. I reached out and grabbed her, quickly pulled her up the last bit, and locked my mouth with hers. She hadn't swallowed this time, and I could tell that I had indeed cum much more than usual. We moaned softly as we kissed, sharing my hot cum back and forth. When finally it was gone, we broke to catch our breath. Melissa looked at me with a sly smile. "If I am your warrior queen, then you are my king. A king is fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what he wants." "I want you. All of you." I squeezed her ass, pulling her hips tightly against me. She sighed with pleasure as my still-hard cock pressed against the satin of her thong. I whispered into her ear. "I'm going to make you cum with my tongue. Then I'm going to make you cum on my fingers. I'm going to make you cum again, and again, and again, until you're a sweaty, sticky, twitching mess." As I spoke, her breathing became heavier. She was practically panting in anticipation. "After that, I'm going to bury my cock deep inside you, and make love to you, and not stop until I physically can't do it anymore. That is what I desire." When our eyes met again, the look of love and passion I saw was so raw, so pure and powerful, that it burned itself into my memory. From that moment, whenever I thought about the way Melissa looked at me, I remembered that one look first and foremost. "My king will have what he demands." She whispered. I led her to our bed and carried through on my promise. How many times did I make her cum while eating her? Honestly, I lost track after the first few. One orgasm rolled into the next, and into the next, until she was indeed a sweaty, sticky, quivering mess. When I finally entered her, I paced myself, pumping hard into her at times, and slowing or even stopping inside her at others. I wanted to make it last as long as I could while making her cum as many times as possible. We switched positions many times. When I would start to get tired, she would roll me onto my back and ride me until she came again, then we would switch positions, all without my cock ever leaving her hot and silky wetness. I ended up cumming inside her twice, and though we had continued to make love, I was not able to cum a third time. We lay together on sweat-damp sheets, facing each other, limbs intertwined, and both utterly exhausted. My lips were numb from kissing, and it seemed like every muscle in my entire body was sore from exertion. Melissa giggled tiredly. "What?" I asked, finding her adorable giggle as infectious as always. "So that's what it takes to completely satisfy my sexual desire." We both laughed, and she kissed me sweetly on the lips. "I need to work on my cardio." Melissa giggled again. "It'll get easier, you just need to keep at it." Giggling with her, I quipped. "Keep at it? I thought you were completely satisfied." "For today, yes," Melissa responded, and we both laughed again. We hugged each other tightly. Melissa sighed and caressed my cheek. "Thank you." She said softly. "For?" I asked. "For giving me courage tonight. I really did enjoy wearing that costume. Not just for you, but for me. I don't think I could have done it without you." I gave her a sweet kiss. "Even though you're more brave and amazing than you give yourself credit for, I will always be right here. Whatever we face, we'll face it together." Her eyes glowed with her love. "I'll be here for you too. Forever." "Forever," I repeated, and we kissed sweetly. We both knew without a doubt that ours was a love that would last until the end of time. When we said "forever", we meant it. Neither of us had ever known anything so surely as we knew this. As thoughts of spending the rest of my life with this glorious woman passed through my mind, I drifted off to sleep in her loving arms. Chapter Fifteen. We awoke in our bed, still in each other's arms. We stretched and embraced tightly. "Good morning, my love," Melissa whispered. "Good morning, wonderful," I responded with a kiss. I knew that I wasn't alone in thinking that I could easily spend the whole day in bed, even if we did nothing but hold each other and rest, but nature was calling. We got out of bed, not bothering to put any clothes on, and headed to the bathroom. As she sat to pee, I turned on the shower, making sure it was set to Melissa's preferred temperature of just below scalding. She stood, and it was my turn to relieve myself. It occurred to me that it was likely neither of us had ever seen anyone of the opposite sex use the toilet before. We watched each other, but it wasn't weird, gross, or embarrassing. I mean, after all of our intimate contact thus far, this was nothing. But it did remind me of how thoroughly and completely we were bonded to each other. There were no secrets between us, no need for shyness or reservations. In every aspect, we were one entity. When I finished, Melissa pulled me into the shower. We washed each other, toweled off, and returned to our bedroom. Melissa went towards her dresser, obviously thinking that it was time to get dressed. I had other plans. I held her hand and stopped her near the bed. "Lay face down," I said pointing to the bed. She gave me her little smile, the one she kept just for me, and complied. I knelt over her feet and began massaging them. I massaged her legs thoroughly, enjoying her relaxed sighs. When I massaged her firm ass, I could see the moisture of her arousal seeping out of her. I bent over and kissed one of her perfect ass cheeks. Melissa giggled. "Kiss my ass." I chuckled and kissed the other cheek. I ran my fingers along the tops of her thighs, and she gasped quietly when I made contact with her wetness. While one hand rubbed her back at the base of her spine, I eased the thumb of the other into her. I slowly worked it in and out, brushing her clit with my index finger with every stroke. Before she came, I eased off and stopped. I wiped my wet fingers on my cock, and shifted forward. She arched her back in eager anticipation. I entered her slowly until I was buried as deep as I could go. Melissa moaned with satisfaction. I leaned down and planted a kiss between her shoulder blades. Whispering, I said. "I hope you don't mind if I just stay right there for a while. I'm not done with my massage yet." She made only a happy moan in response. As I began to slowly slide my cock in and out, I gripped her shoulders and began to knead her muscles. She made continuous sighs of relaxation as I worked my way down her back, all the while, keeping a steady, slow rhythm with my cock. When I reached the bottom of her spine, I pulled her waist towards me, getting that extra bit deeper with one slow thrust. Melissa moaned softly, her face buried in the pillow. My massaging hands worked their way back up to her shoulders, and I grasped them firmly, pulling myself deep into her once again. Melissa responded with another moan, slightly louder than the previous one. Again and again, my hands moved up and down her back, with each particularly deep thrust garnering an ever louder moan. I loved how much Melissa was enjoying what I was doing, her pleasure and relaxation having reached a zen-like state, but eventually, I had to face the sad reality that my arms were getting tired! I slid my hands around her waist, and down to the top of her hips, pulling myself deep inside her again, but this time I kept my hands there. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and with each one, I pulled her hips towards me. Faster and faster I pumped into her, and my balls were soon slapping wetly on the backs of her thighs. Melissa's moans became one continuous guttural exhalation, punctuated with every impact. I came hard, and breathing heavily, collapsed onto her back. I nuzzled into the back of her neck, feeling her silky hair on my face and breathing in her scent. Melissa's scent, and make no mistake, everyone has a unique scent, was something that I knew I could never find the words to describe. It was delicate, sweet without being sickly, earthy without being dirty. It was her, it was her essence, that intangible quality that makes something what it is, and I loved it. I breathed her in and sighed, planting a soft kiss on the base of her neck. To be continued in part 5. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts, for Literotica.

Când echipa mi-a spus că ar fi potrivit ca primul episod după o pauză de 5 luni să fie despre... pauză, am strâmbat din nas. Mi s-a părut prea simplu. De ce i-ar păsa cuiva? a fost primul gând.Apoi mi-am dat seama că Thinking Made Visible a fost mereu despre gândire făcută vizibilă. Despre oameni care creează, greșesc și învață pe parcurs. Despre procesele din spatele ideilor pe care oamenii le scot în lume. Mi s-a părut firesc ca primul episod de după tăcerea asta să fie despre ce s-a întâmplat în tot acest timp: decizii și contexte, oboseală, claritate și schimbări. Uneori nu e greșită strategia, ci momentul în care o aplici. Iar pauza poate fi o parte din procesul de creștere.Am ales să nu public episoade o perioadă pentru că, la final de 2024, lumea era plină de zgomot și neliniște. Am simțit că nu e momentul potrivit să adaug încă o voce și am preferat să aștept momentul în care conversațiile noastre pot fi din nou auzite, nu doar consumate. Mi-am dat voie să observ, să analizez sistemul pe care l-am folosit, să văd ce funcționează și ce nu. A fost o perioadă de așezare şi reconfigurare a proceselor și a modului în care vreau să merg mai departe.A fost nevoie să accept greșelile făcute în ultimii ani, să decid ce păstrez și la ce renunț, să aduc oameni noi în echipă și să am curajul să reorganizez sistemul pe care nu-l mai revizuisem din 2021. Procesul a fost intens, dar necesar, pentru că orice proiect care vrea să crească are nevoie, din când în când, de o pauză conștientă.Dacă ai un business, un proiect personal sau un vis la care lucrezi de ceva timp, cred că te vei regăsi în conversația asta. Poate chiar o să vezi altfel ideea de pauză - nu ca pe o oprire, ci ca pe un moment de claritate. Vei înțelege de ce e important să-ți placă din nou procesul și cum oboseala poate fi un semn că e timpul să rearanjezi lucrurile, nu să renunți la ele.Ce înseamnă să îți reconstruiești direcția fără să pierzi esența?Cum poți transforma o etapă plină de oboseală într-o oportunitate de creștere?Cât de important e să-ți amintești, din când în când, că bucuria e cea care dă sens oricărui proiect?Mi-a fost dor de conversațiile care te fac să te gândești la tine, nu doar la ce ai de făcut.Dacă alegi să asculți Episodul 156 până la final, cred că o să-ți prindă bine. Intro (00:00)Despre conceptul Thinking Made Visible (00:25)Pauza a început, de fapt, în Decembrie 2024 (03:05)Primul sfat pentru tine (05:17)Războaie, conflicte, AI, negocieri geopolitice - toate au contribuit (06:47)Al doilea sfat pentru tine (09:13)Mă bucuram de rezultate, dar nu de proces (10:00)Al treilea sfat pentru tine (12:37)Nu am mai publicat episoade noi, dar am avut altă strategie (14:48)Cum s-au modificat cifrele din Social Media (15:24)Al patrulea sfat pentru tine (20:55)Un concept pornit din mine, creat pentru tine (22:38)

Cum se pregătește Uniunea Europeană pentru apărare? Un plan militar ce va fi prezentat liderilor UE săptămîna viitoare a fost discutat miercuri de miniștrii apărării. În document se vorbește despre necesitatea ca UE să aibă pînă în 2030 „o poziție de apărare suficient de puternică pentru a-și descuraja în mod credibil adversarii, precum și pentru a răspunde la orice agresiune”. În ce măsură țările Uniunii Europene și-au mărit bugetele pentru apărare în ultimii ani? Poate fi elaborată o strategie comună de apărare a țărilor Uniunii Europene? L-am întrebat pe Cătălin Gabriel Done, analist de politică internațională, vicepreședintele Asociației Experți pentru Securitate și Afaceri Globale (ESGA).Cătălin Gabriel Done: „Politica de securitate și apărare comună este un călcîi al lui Ahile în ceea ce privește integrarea europeană. Încă din anii '60, cînd UE a încercat să creeze o postură de apărare comună, Franța s-a opus și a militat pentru autonomie în ceea ce privește politica de securitate și apărare. De altfel, este foarte greu să vorbim despre o cedare a suveranității naționale în acest domeniu al securității, pentru că pînă la urmă apărarea națională ține de suveranitate. Or, este foarte greu să ducem discuția integrării europene într-acolo dar pași importanți s-au făcut. Am văzut că actuala Comisie Europeană încearcă pe cît de mult posibil să găsească un numitor comun pentru a accelera procesul de integrare europeană în acest domeniu și pentru a nuanța o politică de securitate și apărare coerentă.”Este posibilă o autonomie strategică a Europei față de SUA și NATO? Cătălin Gabriel Done: „În momentul de față nu. Pentru că există o lipsă de investiții în domeniul apărării. Europa s-a dezvoltat economic tocmai pentru că s-a pus sub umbrela de securitate americană. Americanii au fost întotdeauna aici după Al Doilea Război Mondial și au asigurat securitatea și apărarea. Este exact ceea ce Donald Trump a spus la inaugurarea mandatului său: faptul că modelul social și economic european se datorează cheltuielilor masive pentru apărare ale SUA. Această pace relativă pe continentul european ne-a făcut să ne imaginăm că războiul nu mai este posibil și-atunci investițiile în securitate și apărare au fost diminuate masiv și resursele financiare s-au îndreptat spre alte sectoare. Și brusc a venit 2014 - deși invazia rusă din Georgia ar fi trebuit să ne trezească la realitate -, a venit 2014, anexarea Peninsulei Crimeea și am văzut că războiul este posibil iar apoi, odată cu invazia la scară largă din Ucraina, ne-am trezit în fața unei realități dure: că industria militară europeană nu este capabilă să producă într-un termen foarte scurt echipamente pentru a ne apăra. Și-atunci această autonomie strategică este o discuție foarte frumoasă dar ea nu poate fi realizată, din punctul meu de vedere, mai devreme de 2045, 2050 chiar.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta întreaga discuție!O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei MartinUn produs Radio România Cultural

Liliana Nicolae, unul dintre cei mai buni jurnaliști de reportaje radio din România, realizează o campanie Vorbitorincii despre școala la țară. Cum arată, ce rezultate are, o mai putem îmbunătăți? Vă invităm să cunoașteți oamenii care predau la țară, dar și pe copiii de acolo. Numite oficial căsătorii timpurii, nunțile între copii sunt, de fapt, căsătorii forțate. Ultimul recensământ, din 2021, arăta că în România 521 de fete cu vârsta între 11 și 14 ani trăiau în așa-numită „uniune consensuală” cu partenerii. Pentru grupa de vârstă de 15-19 ani, este vorba de peste 18.500. 10.000 - deja căsătorite.   Instanţele din toată ţara sunt pline de solicitări de aprobare a unor asemenea căsătorii, multe soluţionate favorabil, atâta timp cât legislația nu incriminează aceste căsătorii. Organizația Salvați Copiii vrea să schimbe acest lucru și militează pentru interzicerea căsătoriilor între sau cu minori.   În reportajul următor vorbim despre fetele care nu mai merg la școală pentru că devin neveste înainte de vreme.  

După ce premierul Sébastien Lecornu și-a dat demisia, preşedintele francez Emmanuel Macron a numit un nou prim-ministru: pe Sébastien Lecornu. Ce urmăreşte preşedintele francez cu această decizie? Va reuşi noul cabinet Lecornu să elaboreze bugetul pe 2026 şi să reducă deficitul masiv al cheltuielilor publice? Va face un compromis cu stînga pe tema reformei pensiilor? L-am întrebat pe Camil Pârvu, conf. univ. la Facultatea de Științe Politice a Universității din București.Care a fost miza lui Emmanuel Macron să-l numească prim-ministru tot pe Sébastien Lecornu, după ce i-a acceptat demisia?Camil Pârvu: „Miza a fost, în mare măsură, să păstreze un anumit control asupra Executivului. Şi asta însemna să nominalizeze un om politic din această galaxie de formaţiuni centriste care-i sînt apropiate şi, de asemenea, să menţină o minimă coaliţie în jurul acestui candidat la funcţia de prim-ministru. Pentru că primul guvern Lecornu a căzut din cauza unei neînţelegeri între membrii altui partid, nu a celui macronist, e vorba despre Les Républicains.” Centrul politic sau partidele macroniste sînt compromise şi au o influenţă în scădere. Cum poate fi salvat, totuşi, centrul – în care includ şi Partidul Socialist? Camil Pârvu: „Acest centru este, pînă la un punct, proiectul politic al lui Macron. Şi era oricum o chestiune de interpretat dacă mai supravieţuieşte acel centru creat în jurul lui Macron, după ce Macron nu va mai fi preşedinte. Ce a făcut Macron a fost să împingă cît mai mult partidele de centru-stînga, centru-dreapta către o guvernare pe care să o stăpînească el. A diluat foarte tare identităţile politice de centru-stînga şi centru-dreapta. Ideea de centru este mai degrabă atipică, politic vorbind. Pentru că centrul este într-un loc unde se întîlnesc un centru-stînga şi un centru-dreapta. Or, acele două centre – stînga şi dreapta – sînt astăzi într-o criză fenomenală din cauza dinamicii politice pe care a creat-o Macron. Şi Les Républicains, şi socialiştii sînt foarte slabi. Tot încearcă să se reinventeze, uneori reuşesc, alteori este o criză permanentă. Faptul că cele două mari partide care au guvernat Franţa zeci de ani sînt într-o asemenea criză şi împreună fac 20%, sau poate un pic mai mult, e forma unei crize de regim politic, aşa cum este definit în tradiţia franceză. Este o criză care i se datorează în mare măsură lui Macron. Pentru că el a încercat să golească de energie şi de conţinut aceste două mari partide, ceea ce a reuşit. Şi să creeze un centru care, de fapt, nu a ţinut, centrul e slab, de abia reuşeşte să trăiască de la o zi la alta, guvernînd într-o manieră minoritară şi înlănţuind crizele una după alta din ce în ce mai des, ceea ce în sine creează o problemă de legitimitate destul de puternică. Iar pe margine avem cele două partide care sînt foarte puternice. Fostul Front National, care este acum Rassemblement National, e primul partid al ţării. Iar pe partea cealaltă, un alt partid care nu vrea deloc compromisuri, care nu este în nici un fel la centru, ci este de extremă stînga şi care, la rîndul său vrea tot un fel de revoluţie constituţională, o A 6-a Republică, vrea o schimbare radicală. Ceea ce a mai rămas din centru este într-o continuă ceartă. Toţi cei care guvernează acum sînt mai mult sau mai puţin de centru dar se ceartă în permanenţă. Aceste tensiuni se vor accentua pe măsură ce se apropie prezidenţialele şi vor fi tot felul de tenori, de indivizi care vor dori să aibă o carieră de preşedinte şi care se vor lansa în această competiţie.”   Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta interviul integral! O emisiune de Adela Greceanu și Matei Martin Un produs Radio România Cultural 

Osos ASF con el futuro en sus manos, Lobos por las combinaciones. Cherokees, Subiré GDL, Bulldogs CI, Búhos, Oseznos a esperar combinaciones Wildcats, Perros Negros, Pats Coapa, León y CUM en el grupo más cerrado. Bucaneros B y su gran ataque Terrestre. Primera edición de dos posibles de Diablos vs Aguilas Qro. Todo esto y más no te lo pierdas!!

Crezi că viața personală și cea profesională sunt două lumi separate? În acest episod, explorăm o perspectivă diferită: munca ca parte integrantă a sensului vieții noastre, nu ca o sferă separată pe care trebuie să o echilibrăm cu restul existenței.Ce vei descoperi în acest episod:De ce conceptul de "work-life balance" poate fi înșelător și cum să privim sensul muncii ca parte din sensul viețiiCele trei nevoi fundamentale care ne motivează intrinsec: autonomia, măiestria și sensul (Daniel Pink)Cum teoria autodeterminării (Deci & Ryan) explică de ce avem nevoie de competență, autonomie și relații apropiateModelul PERMA al lui Martin Seligman pentru o viață împlinită: emoții pozitive, angajament, relații, sens și realizăriFilosofia lui Viktor Frankl despre puterea "De ce"-ului în a depăși orice "Cum"Paradoxul organizațional: de ce a face oamenii ușor de înlocuit poate limita contribuția lor realăCum ficțiunile împărtășite ne permit să colaborăm la scară largă (Yuval Harari)Tendința naturală către autoactualizare în condiții potrivite pentru creștere Pentru cine este acest episod:Acest episod este dedicat oricui simte că munca sa nu are suficient sens, managerilor care vor să creeze organizații unde oamenii prosperă, și tuturor celor care caută să-și înțeleagă mai bine motivațiile profunde și să-și construiască o viață profesională autentică și împlinitoare.Date cheie din episod:Autonomie, măiestrie și sens ca piloni ai motivației intrinseci (Daniel Pink)Teoria autodeterminării: competență + autonomie + relații (Deci & Ryan)PERMA: Positive emotions, Engagement, Relationships, Meaning, Achievement (Seligman)"Cel ce-și găsește 'De ce'-ul poate îndura aproape orice 'Cum'" (Viktor Frankl)Tensiunea între a fi ușor de înlocuit și contribuție unicăFicțiunile colective ca fundament al colaborării umane (Harari)Modelul Evoluției Conștiinței al lui Richard BarrettResurse: 1. Daniel Pink, Drive2. Edward Deci și Richard Ryan, Teoria autodeterminării3. Martin Seligman, Modelul PERMA4. Viktor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning5. Yuval Noah Harari, Sapiens6. Abraham Maslow, Piramida nevoilor7. Richard Barrett, Evoluția ConștiințeiAcest episod este produs și distribuit cu susținerea E.ON Energie România.

Tatiana Țîbuleac este una dintre cele mai apreciate scriitoare de limbă română, în spațiul de limbă română – în România și Republica Moldova – dar și în alte țări. Primele ei două romane, „Vara în care mama a avut ochii verzi” și „Grădina de sticlă”, sînt traduse, cu mult succes, în peste 20 de limbi.Tatiana Țîbuleac a publicat recent romanul „Când ești fericit, lovește primul” (Editura Cartier). O carte ca un ghem de teme spinoase și actuale. Personajul principal al cărții, Mila, are 50 de ani, a emigrat în anii '90 din Republica Moldova în Franța și este alcoolică. Tatăl ei de asemenea a fost alcoolic. Mila a crescut fără mamă – și, adesea, fără tatăl iubit, plecat mai tot timpul pe teren, prin satele Moldovei, despre care scria reportaje –, într-un Chișinău marcat în anii '90 de sărăcie și criminalitate. Profesorii, doctorii, angajații la stat nu-și primeau salariile cu lunile. Ea însăși devine profesoară de franceză la Universitate dar ajunge să aibă de-a face cu lumea interlopă și traficanții de droguri și valută. În Franța, face munci necalificate și nu-și găsește locul. Dar își spune povestea. Cu cinism, cu maximă onestitate. Povestea ei poate fi considerată o sinteză a poveștilor de viață ale multora dintre femeile care au emigrat în anii '90 din Republica Moldova în Vest.Tatiana Țîbuleac: „Mila este o femeie tipică din Estul Europei, o femeie care a plecat în primul val de migrație din Republica Moldova, care a fost cel mai dur, cel mai violent, cel mai necruțător. Aș vrea să se înțeleagă că Mila a migrat altfel se pleacă acum peste hotare. Iar ceea ce a devenit ea sau vocea asta tăioasă și cinică este de fapt tot ce i s-a întîmplat în viață. (...) Anii '90, de care vorbim în carte, sînt anii care au lovit foarte, foarte dur Moldova, sînt anii în care oamenii au fost disponibilizați, și-au pierdut serviciile, au devenit săraci, în care nu aveam curent și era frig în casă și eram disperați.”Mila are un discurs necruțător, își povestește viața fără să cosmetizeze experiențele dure prin care a trecut, dar are și momente de duioșie, de tandrețe, mai ales cînd vorbește despre tatăl său și despre prietenii ei. Cum ai ajuns la vocea personajului narator, Mila?Tatiana Țîbuleac: „Am trăit acei ani, nici măcar n-a trebuit să fac cercetare, pentru că atunci eram jurnalist și scriam despre asta în fiecare zi. (...) M-am întîlnit cu foarte multe persoane care pur și simplu s-au frînt în acei ani. Se întîlneau la fiecare pas tragedia, drama, frica de-a trăi într-un Chișinău criminal, în acele vremuri. Toate jurnalele de știri începeau cu împușcături, cu morți, cu droguri, cu interlopi prinși, eliberați, scăpați. Un fenomen care m-a marcat a fost traficul de persoane. Au fost niște ani absolut îngrozitori din acest punct de vedere. Femeile tinere, sperînd că vor pleca peste hotare să muncească, să-și găsească un loc de trai, ajungeau, multe dintre ele, victime ale traficului de persoane. Am făcut multe reportaje pe tema asta. Toate acele povești s-au adunat într-un fel. Probabil că este răspunsul pe care-l dau de fiecare dată cînd sînt întrebată despre cărțile mele: nu este povestea mea dar este și vocea mea acolo. (...) Cred că este cea mai sinceră carte a mea. Pentru că migrația nu este ușoară niciodată, nici atunci cînd pleci la mai bine și deja totul este aranjat în țara în care vii.” Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta întreaga discuție!O emisiune de Adela GreceanuUn produs Radio România Cultural

The new Rumps & Bumps jersey just dropped! Check out afterpartyinc.com. Its the return of our boy Champagne Eli! As he comes on after a two year hiatus. We talk about the last time he came on the podcast and he ended up where no one wants to be, find out how the ladies have been treating him plus Mark chimes in and Mark gives us the scoop on why he's still single. Follow us on social media @AaronScenesAfterParty

Surpriza surprizelor adusă de Mihai Morar în Chișinău: Andreea Marin la Fain & Simplu!Scena Palatului Național Nicolae Șulac devine platoul de filmare în care Andreea Marin intră în rolul vieții ei. Un podcast în care una dintre cele mai iubite vedete din istoria televiziunii se dezvăluie așa cum este în spatele scenariului interpretat în trecut în emisiunile care i-au adus celebritatea: sinceră, puternică, dar purtătoarea unui dor încă nestins.Un dialog care te învață cum să capeți încredere în tine. Chiar atunci când viața te pune la încercare. Cum să muți munții cu voința ta. Dar și cum să îți asculți corpul, pentru a nu trăi, și tu, momentele trăite de Andreea recent.Află despre ce este vorba dintr-un dialog plin de emoție și de speranță.Andreea Marin la Fain & Simplu!Cu Mihai Morar.

Cei care au păcătuit împotriva lui Dumnezeu să nu refuze să ierte un păcătos pocăit! Cum procedează ei cu cei care au greșit în atitudine sau faptă și după aceea s-au pocăit, la fel va proceda și Dumnezeu cu ei pentru defectele lor de caracter. Cel care nu arată milă de semenii săi nu se poate aștepta să fie ocrotit de mila lui Dumnezeu.Citește acest devoțional și multe alte meditații biblice pe https://devotionale.ro#devotionale #devotionaleaudio

Succesul are un preț, iar uneori acel preț este eșecul. În acest episod din Antreprenor Expert, discutăm cu ‪@SanduBabasan‬ despre ce se întâmplă după ce visul unui exit de milioane se prăbușește.Idei pe care le-am abordat:Delirul succesului – cum te poate orbi mentalitatea de “growth fără limite”Doliul eșecului – ce înseamnă să pierzi un vis și cum te reconstruiești dupăLimitele sănătoase în growth – de ce uneori „mai mult” nu înseamnă „mai bine”Subiecte discutate:0:00 – Cum își definește activitatea?1:25 – De ce a pornit de la tehnologie și și-a diversificat activitatea?4:08 – Cum a identificat nevoile pieței?10:06 – Cum ajungi în antreprenoriat alături de oamenii potriviți?15:23 – Care a fost motivația de la început?19:57 – Ce înseamnă Blugento?22:43 – Ce skill-uri și-a dezvoltat în antreprenoriat?28:10 – Cum îți dai seama dacă ești făcut pentru antreprenoriat?32:27 – Ce întrebări ar trebui să-ți pui înainte să începi?37:34 – Ce întrebări te ajută să înțelegi cât investești și în ce direcție mergi?41:23 – Despre limita în growth51:07 – Cum a reușit să încetinească pentru a evita „delirul succesului antreprenorial”?1:04:02 – Cum a ajuns să fie din nou recunoscător după un eșec?1:07:54 – Ce poate face un antreprenor azi ca să rămână echilibrat?1:23:27 – Ce întrebare ar pune unui tânăr care vrea să descopere dacă antreprenoriatul e pentru el?E un episod profund, real și necesar pentru orice antreprenor, brand builder, marketer sau growth marketer care vrea să înțeleagă partea nevăzută a succesului.

Analyze That 38. Cătălin Striblea a fost live cu principalele subiecte politice și sociale ale zilei. Cum a arătat războiul hibrid al Rusiei în Moldova. Date și nume din mașina de dezinformare rusească. Ce este operațiunea Storm. Nicușor Dan despre sprijinitorii lui Georgescu. Avertisment SUA: corupție generalizată în România. Ce vrea SUA la Marea Neagră. 

durée : 00:42:27 - Révélations - par : Benoît COLLOMBAT, Cellule investigation de Radio France - Sept ans après la révélation du scandale des Cum Cum, le Crédit Agricole a reconnu que ces transactions financières étaient bien une fraude fiscale. Mais selon la cellule investigation de Radio France, d'autres banques françaises y ont aussi participé : 13 sont sous le coup d'enquêtes fiscales. - réalisé par : Christophe IMBERT Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Mary’s story is AMAZING. She was the Valedictorian o her high school She graduated Cum laude in 3 years from undergrad while working 30-35 hours per week. Then she got to PA school and got her first 20 on 100 point test. That was followed promptly by her first 10 on a 100 point test. […] The post 140 High School Valedictorian Decelerated appeared first on Physician Assistant Exam Review.

Invitata Moldova Zoom este Polina Panainte, vicepreședinta Asociației pentru Democrație Participativă Adept și secretara Coaliției pentru alegeri libere și corecte. Polina Panainte avertizează că, pentru a pune, pe viitor, la adăpost alegerile de ingerințele Rusiei, Chișinăul ar trebui să gândească de pe acum modalități noi de a securiza online-ul de interferențe maligne. Temele ediției: - Autoritățile de la Chișinău au reținut un important propagandist, fost candidat la parlamentarele din R.Moldova, care acționa în interesul Rusiei. O corespondență de la Valeria Vițu. - Cum au reacționat moldovenii de la Chișinău și din diaspora la rezultatul alegerilor de duminică din Republica Moldova: un reportaj de Tudor Pană. - Alegerile s-au încheiat, ce urmează? Un răspuns în cronica jurnalistului Euronews România Vitalie Cojocari. - Fosta deputată Marina Tauber, afiliată oligarhului fugar Ilan Șor, a fost condamnată marți la șapte ani și șase luni de închisoare cu executare. - Cod galben de înghețuri pentru 2-3 octombrie pe întreg teritoriul Republicii Moldova. Știrile zilei: Președinta Republicii Moldova, Maia Sandu, participa pe 1 și 2 octombrie, la Summitul Comunității Politice Europene, organizat la Copenhaga, Danemarca, țară care deține președinția rotativă a Consiliului Uniunii Europene. Șefa statului va avea un discurs la sesiunea de deschidere a reuniunii și, pe parcursul Summitului va avea întrevederi bilaterale și multilaterale cu lideri europeni, șefi de stat și de guvern. Principalele subiecte de discuție vor fi avansarea procesului de aderare a Republicii Moldova la Uniunea Europeană în urma mandatului ferm primit de la cetățeni la alegerile din 28 septembrie, dezvoltarea economică a țării, precum și pacea și securitatea regională. *** „Să nu ne îmbătăm cu apă rece, Kremlinul nu ne va lăsa cu una cu două” – a fost mesajul premierului Dorin Recean către colegi la începutul ședinței de Guvern din această dimineață. Dorin Recean a deschis ședința Guvernului cu un mesaj de mulțumire pentru alegătorii moldoveni, dar și pentru reprezentanții instituțiilor de stat care au apărat integritatea votului la alegerile de duminica. *** Președintele României, Nicușor Dan, afirmă că ar putea paria că Republica Moldova va fi membră a Uniunii Europene în trei ani. „Administrația și mare parte din cetățeni susțin parcursul european și în acest ciclu, care înseamnă președinte plus Parlament patru ani, Moldova va face tot ce ține de ea ca să intre în Uniunea Europeană. Și, pe de altă parte, în cadrul Uniunii Europene există unanimitate pentru ca Moldova să intre, dacă îndeplinește condițiile', a declarat liderul de la Cotroceni în cadrul unei conferințe la care a participat la Timișoara. *** Europarlamentarul Siegfried Mureșan spune la RFI că ”victoria la alegeri a singurului partid cu adevărat proeuropean din Republica Moldova, Partidul Acțiune și Solidaritate, arată că Federația Rusă poate fi oprită. Chiar și un stat mic, dacă este hotărât, dacă autoritățile sunt hotărâte, dacă oamenii sunt bine informați privind riscurile, poate învinge propaganda Federației Ruse. România are multe de învățat de la Republica Moldova, spune Siegfried Mureșan. El se referă la modul în care autoritățile de la Chișinău au reușit să combată propaganda rusă, ceea ce a dus la victoria forțelor proeuropene la alegerile parlamentare de duminică. Siegfried Mureșan avertizează că pericolul rus nu a trecut pentru Republica Moldova. Federația Rusă are întotdeauna obiective pe termen lung și își propune destabilizarea constantă a statelor membre ale UE și a statelor vecine. *** Fosta deputată Marina Tauber, afiliată oligarhului fugar Ilan Șor, a fost condamnată la șapte ani și șase luni de închisoare cu executare, pentru acceptarea finanțării ilegale a partidului și falsificarea rapoartelor financiare. Sentința a fost pronunțată în lipsa fostei deputate, care a fugit din țară și se află acum la Moscova. Aceasta a fost anunțată în căutare internațională. Înainte de ședința de judecată, Marina Tauber a publicat un videoclip în care afirmă că dosarul în care este vizată are un caracter politic și este „cusut cu ață albă”. „Nu există nicio probă sau faptă care să demonstreze vinovăția mea sau a colegilor mei”, a declarat Marina Tauber. *** Și Serviciul Hidrometeorologic de Stat (SHS) a emis cod galben de înghețuri pentru 2 și 3 octombrie, pe întreg teritoriul Republicii Moldova. Conform meteorologilor, noaptea și dimineața, pe arii extinse înghețul la suprafața solului se va intensifica până la -1..-3°C. Anterior, Ministerul Agriculturii şi Industriei Alimentare a recomandat fermierilor să întreprindă măsuri de protecție a culturilor, cum ar fi acoperirea culturilor cu paie, rogojini sau folie de plastic; fumigații în livezi și vii, prin arderea controlată a materialelor vegetale, precum și alte măsuri.

România, mai vraiște ca Moldova în războiul hibrid cu Rusia. Ce a reușit Maia Sandu și au ratat Iohannis, Ciolacu și Ciucă? (SpotMedia) - Cum se vede în SUA corupția generalizată din România (G4Media) - Numărul angajaților la stat a scăzut în prima jumătate de an. Sunt în continuare cu 116.000 mai mulți decât acum zece ani (Europa Liberă) - Încâlcitele căi ale statisticilor: Câţi angajaţi are cu adevărat România? În ce baze de date se încred autorităţile când pun la cale finanţele ţării? (Ziarul Financiar) Dosarul alegerilor anulate: există proba implicării Rusiei (DW) Președintele României își va informa omologii europeni despre noile dovezi care certifică în alegerile prezidențiale din România de anul trecut implicarea Rusiei. Nicușor Dan va participa la summitul informal al Consiliului European care începe astăzi, 1 octombrie, la Copenhaga, și va continua cu reuniunea Comunității Politice Europene. Acolo le va prezenta liderilor prezenți raportul Parchetului General de la București. Există, în acest moment, probe noi și clare ale interferenței rusești în răspândirea dezinformărilor, a apreciat președintele, într-o conferință de presă ieri la Timișoara.  România a fost 'prinsă pe picior greșit' din cauza amplorii și vitezei tehnologice a operațiunii desfășurate în favoarea lui Călin Georgescu, a declarat, tot ieri, președintele Dan. Moldova a reușit să se apere mai bine decât România la provocări cel puțin identice pentru că ”a fost prevenită” iar ”acolo unde au simțit că nu au resurse, au cerut ajutorul țărilor europene și l-au primit”, a spus demnitarul de la Cotroceni. România, mai vraiște ca Moldova în războiul hibrid cu Rusia. Ce a reușit Maia Sandu și au ratat Iohannis, Ciolacu și Ciucă? (SpotMedia) Breșa de securitate din România a pus în pericol stabilitatea politică, socială și economică din Uniunea Europeană, dar și pe cea militară, în contextul războiului din Ucraina. SRI nu are director din iulie 2023, când Eduard Hellvig a demisionat la scurt timp după ce Marcel Ciolacu a devenit prim-ministru. Rapoartele de activitate, pe ultimii patru ani, ale principalei agenții de informații nu au fost discutate în Parlament, deși au existat inițiative în acest sens. În timp ce Maia Sandu a conștientizat pericolul reprezentat de Rusia, a informat populația și a luat măsuri pentru descurajarea acțiunilor ostile ale Kremlinului, la București, Iohannis, Ciolacu și Ciucă au folosit informații secrete pentru a se poziționa mai bine în lupta politică. Ambiția lui Marcel Ciolacu de a ajunge președintele României, în ciuda faptului că nu avea susținere publică, lipsa de autoritate și activitate ale lui Klaus Iohannis, dar și campania bezmetică a PNL care a mizat totul pe candidatura lui Nicolae Ciucă au creat furtuna perfectă din societate, care a fisurat arhitectura statului, fisură prin care s-a strecurat Rusia, provocând cea mai mare criză de siguranță națională de după 1990. Din cauza complicităților politice, a faptului că PNL și PSD sunt și astăzi la guvernare și a contextului actual, marcat de conflictul militar de la graniță, e greu de crezut că vreun procuror își va asuma sarcina de a investiga ce s-a întâmplat cu adevărat în 2024 și cine sunt responsabilii, conform legii. Dar o astfel de investigație nu va putea fi amânată la infinit pentru că la mijloc a fost vorba de un atac la siguranța, democrația și independența României, garantate de Constituție. Cum se vede în SUA corupția generalizată din România (G4Media) Într-un raport privind climatul investițional din România (Romania Investment Climate Statement), Departamentul de Stat al SUA atrage atenția asupra corupției generalizate din România. Tradus pe limbajul unui CEO de mare companie, frazele din raport spun în esență următorul lucru: ți se cere mită din momentul în care ai pus piciorul în țară. Ai de trecut un container prin vamă, trebuie să dai șpagă. Ai nevoie de diverse avize și autorizații de la administrația locală? Nu se poate fără șpagă. Ai un business mai mare și interacționezi cu guvernul? Ei bine, și aici te lovești de corupție. Ce se întâmplă mai departe, în mediul privat, în relațiile dintre companii? Nici aici n-ai scăpat. Marfa din containerul tău ajunge în magazin, pe raft, tot pe bază de șpagă. Ce face însă România pentru a combate fenomenul corupției? Din raport se înțelege destul de clar că nu mare lucru: legislația anticorupție a fost măcelărită de politicieni, procurorii DNA intimidați și supuși la presiuni, iar cazurile care ajung totuși în instanță se prescriu până la o sentință definitivă, infractorii scapă. Aderarea la OECD (Organizația pentru Cooperare și Dezvoltare Economică) ar include într-adevăr România într-un club select al business-ului mondial. Numai că politicienii români sunt experți în trucarea realității, în construirea formelor fără fond.  Numărul angajaților la stat a scăzut în prima jumătate de an. Sunt în continuare cu 116.000 mai mulți decât acum zece ani (Europa Liberă) În iulie 2025, România avea puțin peste 1,3 milioane de funcționari publici – medici, polițiști, angajați în administrație etc. Este o scădere față de ianuarie, când au fost cei mai mulți angajați ai statului din ultimii 16 ani. Rămân, însă, cu peste 116.000 de bugetari mai mulți decât acum zece ani, deși populația a scăzut. Administrația locală și sănătatea au, fiecare, cu aproape 50.000 mai mulți salariați. În primele șase luni din 2025, cheltuielile salariale ale statului au fost mai mari cu 10% decât în aceeași perioadă a anului trecut. Asta deși legea bugetului statului pe 2025 estimase o scădere a lor cu 5%. Încâlcitele căi ale statisticilor: Câţi angajaţi are cu adevărat România? În ce baze de date se încred autorităţile când pun la cale finanţele ţării? (Ziarul Financiar) Publicația se întreaba câţi angajaţi are cu adevărat România? Pentru ca un indicator aparent simplu – numărul de salariaţi– devine un labirint statistic. Concret, Institutul Național de Statistica numără salariaţi, Inspecţia Muncii ține evidența contractelor, Casa de Pensii contabilizează numărul de asiguraţi, iar Comisia de Prognoză jonglează cu două statistici paralele. România nu ştie cu exactitate câţi angajaţi are. Și-atunci cum îşi fundamentează statul deciziile economice? În ce baze de date se încred autorităţile când pun la cale finanţele ţării? 

 1 And it came to pass, when Jesus went into the house of one of the chief of the Pharisees, on the sabbath day, to eat bread, that they watched him.Et factum est cum intraret Jesus in domum cujusdam principis pharisaeorum sabbato manducare panem, et ipsi observabant eum. 2 And behold, there was a certain man before him that had the dropsy.Et ecce homo quidam hydropicus erat ante illum. 3 And Jesus answering, spoke to the lawyers and Pharisees, saying: Is it lawful to heal on the sabbath day?Et respondens Jesus dixit ad legisperitos et pharisaeos, dicens : Si licet sabbato curare? 4 But they held their peace. But he taking him, healed him, and sent him away.At illi tacuerunt. Ipse vero apprehensum sanavit eum, ac dimisit. 5 And answering them, he said: Which of you shall have an ass or an ox fall into a pit, and will not immediately draw him out, on the sabbath day?Et respondens ad illos dixit : Cujus vestrum asinus, aut bos in puteum cadet, et non continuo extrahet illum die sabbati? 6 And they could not answer him to these things.Et non poterant ad haec respondere illi. 7 And he spoke a parable also to them that were invited, marking how they chose the first seats at the table, saying to them:Dicebat autem et ad invitatos parabolam, intendens quomodo primos accubitus eligerent, dicens ad illos : 8 When thou art invited to a wedding, sit not down in the first place, lest perhaps one more honourable than thou be invited by him:Cum invitatus fueris ad nuptias, non discumbas in primo loco, ne forte honoratior te sit invitatus ab illo. 9 And he that invited thee and him, come and say to thee, Give this man place: and then thou begin with shame to take the lowest place.Et veniens is, qui te et illum vocavit, dicat tibi : Da huic locum : et tunc incipias cum rubore novissimum locum tenere. 10 But when thou art invited, go, sit down in the lowest place; that when he who invited thee, cometh, he may say to thee: Friend, go up higher. Then shalt thou have glory before them that sit at table with thee.Sed cum vocatus fueris, vade, recumbe in novissimo loco : ut, cum venerit qui te invitavit, dicat tibi : Amice, ascende superius. Tunc erit tibi gloria coram simul discumbentibus : 11 Because every one that exalteth himself, shall be humbled; and he that humbleth himself, shall be exalted.quia omnis, qui se exaltat, humiliabitur : et qui se humiliat, exaltabitur.Jesus heals a man with dropsy. Short parable showing that God exalts whosoever humbles himself.

Girlfriend's coworker walks in on me masturbating.In 2 parts, By rtyuuioyuih1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. Chapter 1There was a knock at the door.I chose to ignore it. It was probably just the delivery guy with some package my girlfriend Abby, had ordered. He could just leave it in the hall. I was, shall we say, indisposed at the moment: in bed, pants off, headphones on,  you get the picture. My Abby was at work and I had chosen to spend my evening with a little stress relief. We have a healthy and active sex life, don't get me wrong. But there's something different about doing it yourself every now and then."Ben, open up!"God damn it. I recognized that voice. Although, I had never heard it here before. That was Abby's coworker, Emily. They were waitresses together at the place a couple buildings over. The nice thing about living downtown is that everywhere we needed to go, including work, was walking distance. I had met Emily on several occasions when I'd come by the restaurant. We had even gone out for drinks as a group after my girlfriend got off work.I always liked hanging out with Emily. She was genuinely sweet, funny, and enjoyable company. She was also, coincidentally, stacked. I can only guess of course, but I'd estimate she's 5'6", 110 pounds (10 of which were boobs), and maybe a 34E. She looked like a brunette Kate Upton. And clearly, I wasn't the only one who thought so. My girlfriend had raved about how nice Emily's boobs were, and would affectionately laugh at how her friend always seemed to show up to work with the back zipper pulled down, when rent was due. One night after drinks, I was feeling particularly brash, and on the walk home I confessed to my girlfriend that I found her friend difficult to look in the face. She playfully slapped my arm, but then conceded that she too struggled to make eye contact after a couple beers. That wasn't the only allusion my girlfriend made to her bi-curiosity, but that's a story for another time."Ben, hurry, I know you're in there! I only have a few minutes!"Whoops. How long had I left Emily knocking at the door? I guess my reminiscing had melded into my fantasizing. God damn it, "Coming!" I yelled to her. I thought I heard a small giggle from the hallway. I opened the door from my apartment only wide enough to stick my head out. I didn't necessarily want her to see the rest of me like this. "Hey, Emily, what's up?""Finally!" Emily said. "Your girlfriend told me you'd be home to let me in. Look, while we were doing our side work, I accidentally spilled marinara sauce all over my bodice. I don't have time to run all the way home, and your place is so close to work, and your girlfriend said I could clean it here.""Oh, um, sure. Of course. Um, come in, " I hoped my extra-long tee shirt would hide my dwindling erection. I wasn't sure how my girlfriend expected one of her shirts to fit Emily - my girlfriend is the hottest girl I know, but she's not as well-endowed as Emily; no one I'd ever met is as well-endowed as Emily.Emily pushed past me into the apartment. She gave me a quick look up and down, smirked, and said, "Cute outfit. Where's your girlfriend's dresser?""In the bedroom, to the left there," I informed her. I was so pleased to be of assistance to this wildly attractive, platonic friend that I briefly forgot the state of the bedroom. A little too late, I clamored to follow Emily in, hoping to subtly straighten up.Emily saw the sheets thrown back, the open laptop, the headphones. She looked back at me, starting with my boxers, and then flicking her eyes up to meet mine. She smirked, and said, "Don't worry. Your girlfriend warned me what I'd be interrupting."Great, I thought. I know girls talk, but I'd prefer these sorts of habits were more of a private matter between me and my girlfriend."And don't be embarrassed," Emily continued. "I spend my days off the same way."That shocked me. While my sex life had been pretty active since getting to college, and I had learned a lot about the world from the internet and my girlfriend, I had grown up in a very conservative household - the type where it was assumed girls didn't enjoy sex and that masturbation was an exclusively male past time. I was relieved to learn over the past couple years that those were all inaccurate assumptions.While I was reeling from Emily's brazen confession (and trying not to picture her in action until after she'd left), she had apparently chosen a shirt: one my girlfriend would probably consider over-sized and comfy, but might look tight and sexy on Emily's frame. Emily had exited to the living room, and I distractedly followed. "Well, I'm glad I was able to help. Are you gonna make it back to the restaurant in time for-"I froze mid-sentence. Emily had stripped off her one-piece right there in my living room - right there in front of me! Her boobs were as perfect as I had imagined. They didn't sag or droop an inch when released. Her nipples were tight and erect, right at the center of two perfect pink, quarter-sized areola."Ben? Ben. Ben!" Emily giggled and I became aware I'd missed the last several seconds of whatever she'd been saying. "Are you alright, Ben?" I nodded. "They're just tits, Ben. Although, I'm happy you like them." I nodded again. "Why don't you have a seat, Ben? You look like you're gonna fall over." Emily giggled again. I loved that giggle. She washed out the stain and grabbed a bath towel to pat the outfit dry. It was a black satin, so any wetness was not too noticeable."As I was saying," Emily continued, "I actually don't have to be back at work for a little while. It turns out they overscheduled us tonight. I just want to be back for the dinner rush. Seeing as we've got some time to kill, I thought maybe I'd hang out here for a little bit?"I finally found my voice. "That sounds great!" Too eager. "That sounds great," I repeated more measuredly. I'm not sure when Emily had put on my girlfriend's shirt, but I was finding it easier to think now - even despite her nipples poking so prominently through the thin cotton. "What do you want to do?""Well," Emily stretched out the word as she stretched her arms up to the ceiling, stretching the tits up to expose more of her midriff temporarily. She giggled again as she couldn't help but notice me noticing her body. "Maybe we could finish what you started?""What?""You know. You could go get your laptop and we could finish whatever you were watching. I'm always curious what other people are into.""I don't know, ""Come on, Ben, it'll be fun!" She bounced in her chair as she said so. I was still hesitating, so Emily got up and went back to the bedroom herself. She talked as she walked, "Look, it'll be harmless. You touch yourself; I'll touch myself. No harm, no foul."I finally gave up. This was too good an opportunity to miss. And she was right, if we both kept to ourselves, then we weren't doing anything too illicit, right? But then I remembered what I had been watching when Emily knocked."Oh," I heard from the doorway. "Busty college slut titty-fucks lucky guy," Emily read the title as she carried my laptop back to the living room. "I should have guessed. And she's a brunette too. Fantasizing about anyone in particular?" she teased me.I was so embarrassed. I don't always masturbate thinking about Emily,  but I'd be lying if I didn't say she's a lead actress in my mental entourage. I didn't know how this was supposed to proceed (my girlfriend knew I watched porn, but we had never watched together), so I was glad Emily was taking the lead. She set my laptop on the coffee table, sat down next to me, and cuddled up next to me. Already, we were touching, but I guess it wasn't sexual touching."I usually watch girl on girl," Emily casually informed me. "I just find the female form more sensual. But I can get off to this too."I was watching, but I couldn't pay attention. I was too nervous about what I was expected to do next, and I kept stealing glances at Emily's. Emily kept looking from the porn to me, back to the porn, and back to me. "Go ahead," she encouraged. "Finish what you started." When I hesitated, Emily stood up, unceremoniously shook her ass at me, and sat back down. That was enough for me. One glance at Emily's tight ass, and my cock popped through the flap of my boxers all by itself. "Finally!" Emily said. "That's what I've been waiting for."The porn was long-forgotten. I was too busy admiring Emily's fit body, the curve of her thighs, and the trimmed brunette triangle of hair just above her cunt lips. Likewise, Emily was too busy admiring my penis. It stood proudly erect, I want to believe it can get to 7 inches long and 4and a half inches around. "You've got some good equipment," she complimented me as casually as if we were comparing kitchen aid mixers. And with that, she got to work: she stuck three fingers of her right hand in her mouth, sucked them gratuitously, lowered them to her cunt, and began fingering her clit. I was awestruck and frozen in place. Rolling her eyes, Emily grabbed my right hand, licked my palm up to my fingertips, sucked three of my fingers into her mouth, and then placed my hand on my cock. I got the message and started stroking.We watched each other play for what felt like a lifetime. Every fidget of her fingers, every twitch of her thighs, every flutter of her eyelashes, and every gasp from her lips was burned into my memory forever. She knew exactly how to touch herself to get herself off, and I knew she was telling the truth when she said she spent her days off the same way I do. All too soon, her body tensed up and I knew she was on the verge of orgasm. Still, she surprised me one last time."Choke me," she demanded softly."What?"She looked me right in the eye, and said, "Choke me."I was too far gone to remember our "hands to ourselves" rule, so ever the accommodating host, I wrapped my left hand around her neck and squeezed. That pushed Emily over the edge and her whole body convulsed and shook with orgasm. Her fingers were a blur on her clit. Her face turned red and her lips clamped tightly shut. I almost came just at the sight of this powerful orgasm.When she finally opened her eyes and gasped for breath, I released my grip on her throat. She came down slowly and her breathing evened out. She looked me in the eyes again. "Thank you.""No, honestly, thank you! That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.""Did you get off too?" Emily asked, while looking around for some evidence of my cum."No, not yet.""Is that due to performance anxiety, or wishful thinking?" Emily asked coyly."I was a bit distracted," I teased back."Well, I think I need to thank you for letting me in to borrow your sink" she suggested. My heart leapt as Emily slid to the floor in front of me. She grabbed my cock with her right hand, which was still wet from playing with her cunt. She started to jack me off, slowly but firmly. As I sunk into my seat on the couch, she leaned forward and licked all the way up my shaft, before sucking the head into her mouth. She rolled the head around and flicked her tongue on the underside. Then, she steadily and deliberately pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her throat until her nose was in my pubic hair. I twitched in her mouth, but held on for dear life. I didn't want this to end just yet. She pulled her head back off my penis and breathed in deeply, a trail of spit leading from my tip to her lips."Have you ever actually titty-fucked a busty college slut?" she asked me. I shook my head violently and Emily giggled. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She got up on her knees in front of me, bunched up my girlfriend's shirt until it covered her boobs but exposed her midriff again, and pulled me by my knees toward the front of the couch. She spit into her own cleavage and then rubbed it in. Seemingly frustrated by the lack of lubrication, her eyebrows furrowed briefly. Then, her eyes brightened as she reached down to her still dripping cunt, inserted one finger at a time between her lips, and then brought her now re-wetted hand to rub into her cleavage. Satisfied, she turned her attention back on me and thrust my penis between her luscious boobs. As she bounced her tits on my cock, I thought nothing could ever top this experience.I was glad I had already cum this afternoon and had been on round two when Emily knocked, or I never would've lasted as long as I did. The feeling of her big boobs squeezing my cock, the knowledge that her pussy juice was providing the lube, the sight of my cock peeking out of her cleavage, and the taboo of Emily wearing my girlfriend's shirt were leading me to orgasm quickly. Emily looked up at me with her big beautiful doe eyes and asked if I wanted to try one more thing with my little college slut. Of course I did.Emily extracted my cock from her tits, stood up, and walked around the coffee table. I watched her ass sway and wondered what she had in store for me next. Emily laid on her back on the coffee table with her head towards me, poked her chin toward the ceiling, looked me in the eye, and winked. That was all the invitation I needed. I got on my knees and roughly shoved my cock down her throat again. I fucked her face like I longed to fuck her cunt. Emily fondled my balls while I drove my cock in and out of her mouth recklessly. This final position was too much and I quickly told her, "I'm gonna cum!" I pulled out and reached to start jerking myself off, but Emily slapped my hand out of the way and took over finishing the job."Cum!" she ordered. "Cum all over my pretty little face. Cum all over my slutty little lips. Cum all over my tits in your girlfriend's tiny little shirt!" Who was I to refuse her request? After so much buildup, I came everywhere. I came on her pretty little face. I came on her slutty little lips. I came on her tits in my girlfriend's tiny little shirt.Emily smiled and giggled. "Yum, that was so much fun!" she exclaimed. She sat upright and turned to look at me. Her mascara was running down her cheeks, there was spit all over her face, cum was dangling off her nose and her chin, there were puddles of cum on her clavicle running down into her cleavage, and there were wet spots of cum on her shirt.In my post-cum clarity, I began to feel an inkling of guilt, but Emily promptly squashed that. "Your girlfriend was in on this by the way.""What!?""Your girlfriend was in on this. She spilled the marinara on me on purpose. She told me you'd be here masturbating. She told me you fantasized about my tits. She told me to get a little crazy with you. If you don't believe me, check your phone."My phone? Where was my phone? I ran to the bedroom to retrieve it, and there was a text from my girlfriend from half an hour ago. "Send me a photo of that little cum-slut!" I chuckled at how I'd been set up, and in admiration for my wonderful girlfriend. We'd talked about opening our relationship but only as a fantasy while we were fucking. I never thought she'd actually condone it."She wants a photo," I informed Emily. Emily smiled at me with cum still dripping off her face, with her nipples poking through my girlfriend's shirt, and with her neatly trimmed bush on display. She gave a peace sign as she posed for the photo."Send that to me too," Emily requested. I offered her a tissue, but she only cleaned up the mascara and then threw the tissue away. "I think I'll leave the cum there. At least until I get back to work. I heard it's good for the skin." Emily winked at me as she pulled on her jeans. "Hey, you should meet us for drinks after work. And no more jacking off between now and then! I don't think we're done with you just yet."Emily headed out the door, and I collapsed onto the couch. As I looked to my right, I saw Emily's black thong on the floor under the coffee table. My phone chimed, and I saw a new message had arrived. Emily had sent me a photo. She was back at work and she had taken a selfie in the bathroom mirror. My girlfriend was with her and was licking a glob of my cum off Emily's face. The message read, "I got some help cleaning up before I clocked in." Despite all it had been through today, my cock rallied to attention. It was going to be tough not masturbating again until I met up with these girls for drinks.Fun with girlfriend's coworker continues in bar after work.Chapter 2It seemed like midnight would never come, but finally I was walking into the bar my girlfriend and her coworkers frequent after work. I had thought abstaining from jacking off would be difficult, but honestly I was so worn out from my first round with Emily that I needed the time to refuel. I glanced around to our favorite spots in the bar and quickly found my girlfriend waving me over toward the corner booth.Like her coworkers, my girlfriend Abby was still dressed for work, in a black one-piece strapless maillot. It harkened to the days of the Playboy clubs. Her shoulder-length brown hair had been set free from the hair pins. Her 32C boobs had not been set free from her push-up uniform. She looked a bit like a 5'10" version of Anna Kendrick.Abby got up so I could slip past her into the booth. That left Abby at the end, me next, Emily in the middle, a girl I hadn't met after Emily, and another coworker (Beth? I think?) at the other end. "The guys are milling around the bar trying to get laid," Abby informed me. "Joke's on them, we snagged the hottest girl for our table!" The girl I hadn't met yet choked on her beer, glared briefly at Abby, and then stared down into her beer, blushing. "Oh I'm just teasing you! Ben, this shy little thing is Becky." Becky smiled at me and held out her hand. "She was one of my last tables tonight. She got stood up for a date - don't be embarrassed! He was probably a loser anyway! - She got stood up tonight, so we invited her out with us.""Nice to meet you, Becky." I reached across Emily to shake Becky's hand. Becky was cute. She looked like Kristen Stewart when she chooses to be blonde. On any other night, I would've enjoyed chatting up Becky, but tonight I was a bit distracted by what the hell would or would not happen with Emily and my girlfriend later. "Well, I should probably catch up a bit. Abby, will you let me out so I can go grab a drink?""I'll come too!" the coworker I was now sure is named Beth announced. "I'm due for another round." Beth followed me up to the bar."I'll have a pint of the rotating pale ale, whatever it is tonight. Whatever Beth is drinking, you know what, how about another round for that whole table in the corner. Thanks!""Aw, thanks Ben!" Beth leaned in to hug me. Then, just soft enough for me to hear, she said, "I hope you're expecting to get lucky tonight. Although, I suspect you already did. I walked into the bathroom at work earlier and found your girlfriend and Emily taking a pretty interesting photo. Was that all your cum I saw on Emily's face? By the look on Abby's face it must have tasted pretty good. I wouldn't mind getting a taste myself. If Abby's cool with it, of course.""Here are your drinks, Ben. On your tab?" the bartender interrupted.I nodded, as Beth took her beer off the tray. "Think about it!" Beth said as she winked at me and headed off to chat with one of the male waiters they worked with: Mark, or Mack, or Matt, or Chris, not important.I set the tray of drinks on the table and Abby got up to let me by. As I settled into the middle of the corner booth, I tried to get caught up on the conversation. Becky was a sophomore at the local college, studying engineering. Tonight was supposed to be her first date since high school, as she had preoccupied herself with her studies.I was already only half-listening, when I became further distracted by the feeling of a hand resting on my upper thigh. I turned to my girlfriend and saw her smirk, but she never broke eye contact with Becky."There must be a lot of guys in your classes to choose from. I wouldn't get too hung up on this one." Abby said casually, as she started pulling down my zipper with one hand. I definitely did not hear Becky's answer, as Abby fished my cock out and held it gently. Maybe I'm alone in this, but I love the feeling of starting out soft and growing in a girl's hand or mouth. As opposed to getting aroused and hard before even getting my pants off. Abby knew this about me. Lucky for me, she also finds it erotic to suck on me while I'm still soft, although I don't stay soft for long in her mouth. As Abby began stroking me under the table, I looked around the bar and sipped my beer, trying to not draw too much attention to myself. It felt like everyone knew and was talking about it, but I'm sure that was all in my head. The bar was dark and the benches were pushed in a little too far under the table.At some point, Becky excused herself to use the restroom. My girlfriend looked at me, then looked at Emily. I looked at Emily. Emily looked at me, then my girlfriend. I felt like the three of us were having a conversation, but that I didn't speak the same language as the two girls. Emily looked back at me, giggled, winked, and then slipped under the table. I looked at Abby, who smiled back at me. Next thing I knew, Abby's hand was gone and the now familiar feeling of Emily's lips had replaced it. I must've groaned involuntarily because Abby shushed me. But what was I supposed to do as I felt Emily's tongue trailing up one side of my cock and down the other? I just hoped that Abby's body, the purses on the floor, and the darkness of the bar would hide what we were doing.Becky returned to the table and slid back into her end of the bench, which was somewhat across from me in this corner booth. "Where's Emily?" Becky asked."Oh, she got tired of peanuts, so she went looking for a bigger snack," my girlfriend quipped."Oh, okay." Becky accepted. "So, how did you two meet?"I couldn't believe how casually my girlfriend was talking to this new girl, while her friend was under the table blowing me. Emily was getting so sloppy, I was sure my pants were gonna have a big wet spot on them from her spit. Meanwhile, the suction from her throat was pulling me in like Emily's uvula was

Analyze That 37. Catalin Striblea a fost live cu principalele subiecte politice și sociale ale momentului. De ce a fost amânată decizia CCR? Câte șanse are tăierea pensiilor magistraților? Ce crede președintele despre decizia CCR? Dilema lui Bolojan: finanțarea partidelor. Cum a atacat Rusia digital Moldova.

Dronele, doborâte la ordinul comandantului misiunii (DW) - Coaliția, între presiunea electoratului, măsuri nepopulare și lupte interne. „Ei știu clar că orice instabilitate duce AUR la un procent și mai mare” (Adevărul) - Nu se va putea pe banii europenilor și cu oamenii rușilor (SpotMedia) - Plaha – thrillerul politic care le aduce aminte moldovenilor, înainte de alegeri, cine a tras sforile la Chișinău în ultimii 30 de ani (Europa Liberă) Dronele, doborâte la ordinul comandantului misiunii (DW) CSAT a stabilit protocolul de reacție în cazul unei încălcări a spațiului aerian al României. Distrugerea este soluția de ultimă instanță, a precizat ministrul Apărării. Președintele Dan a convocat CSAT după ce, în urma mai multor incidente aeriene provocate de Rusia în Polonia, România și Estonia, Alianța Nord-Atlantică a anunțat lansarea operațiunii militare ”Santinela Estică”, o misiune flexibilă de supraveghere și protecție a granițelor de răsărit ale NATO în absența unor ”desfășurări fixe” și prin rotirea resurselor în funcție de amenințările punctuale, reamintește DW. Pe de altă parte, președinta Comisiei Europene, Ursula von der Leyen, a vorbit și despre un așa-numit ”zid de drone” care va trebui construit pentru a contracara provocările și atacurile Rusiei și un sistem de supraveghere a flancului estic. Măsurile militare discutate la nivelul celor două mari organizații euro-atlantice vizează și un echilibru financiar: se caută soluții pentru a evita recursul la arme prea costisitoare pentru eliminarea mult mai ieftinelor aparate de zbor autonome.   Cele trei scenarii aflate pe masa lucru a Coaliției pentru „reforma” administrației publice locale: de la forma radicală a lui Bolojan la varianta „îndulcită” a PSD (Libertatea) Așa-zisă reformă a administrației publice, în condițiile în care ținta este doar eficientizarea în teritoriu prin concedieri, este tergiversată de aproximativ o lună, iar în prezent Coaliția are trei variante de lucru, care ar putea însemna fie 13.000 de disponibilizări, fie doar în jur de 6.500. Al treilea scenariu este cel avansat de UDMR, potrivit informațiilor Libertatea. Președintele Kelemen Hunor chiar a vorbit public de posibiliatea ca disponibilizările să fie de 7-8% din numărul total de posturi ocupate, în timp ce 2-3% să reprezinte o mai bună drămuire a banului public prin reducerea unor bani de la oprirea investițiile nenecesare, carburant, întreținere etc. Practic, numărul concedierilor ar fi unde de aproximativ 10.000. Sursele Libertatea, inclusiv cele din partidul lui Ilie Bolojan, văd varianta înaintată de UDMR ca pe cea mai acceptabilă și cu cele mai mare șanse de reușită, pentru că reușește și să dea un exemplu prin reducerea cheltuielilor publice în UAT-uri unde au fost angajări excesive, dar nici să nu afecteze sistemic întreaga administrație publică.   Coaliția, între presiunea electoratului, măsuri nepopulare și lupte interne. „Ei știu clar că orice instabilitate duce AUR la un procent și mai mare” (Adevărul) Măsura prelungirii plafonǎrii prețurilor la alimentele de bază a fost luată la insistențele PSD, după un compromis făcut de Ilie Bolojan. Măsurile privind reforma administrației stagnează, iar decizia CCR pe tema pensiilor magistraților poate sa șubrezească stabilitatea Guvernul. Mai mult, criticile constante dintre partidele care formează Coaliția tensionează colaborarea din interiorul Executivului. Cu toate astea, atrag atenția analiștii, PSD, PNL și USR și UDMR trebuie sǎ mențină, împreună, stabilitatea țării. Profesorul Radu Carp subliniază că „atâta vreme cât AUR e undeva la 35-40%, coaliția este nevoită să lucreze împreună. Ei știu clar că orice instabilitate duce AUR la un procent și mai mare”. Analistul politic Ion M Ioniță, redactor-șef Historia, subliniază că actuala coaliție nu poate funcționa perfect, însă adoptarea a două pachete de măsuri fiscal-bugetare în Parlament cu asumarea răspunderii Guvernului arată că cele patru partide, deși diferite și într-un moment greu pentru guvernare, pot să ajungă la consens. Integral în ziarul Adevărul.   Nu se va putea pe banii europenilor și cu oamenii rușilor (SpotMedia) Acei oameni politici care au trecut la dreapta oligarhilor, la dreapta președinților pro-ruși, dacă vă spun că sunt pro-europeni, nu-i credeți, nu sunt pro-europeni, vor face din Republica Moldova o nouă Georgia. Federația Rusă știe că acum este ultima șansă de a opri integrarea europeană a Republicii Moldova. Mai mult, cu o Moldova pro-rusă, Rusia ar putea face mult deranj în Ucraina. Dacă în Republica Moldova am avea un guvern care nu ar respecta reguli europene, nu ar respecta legi europene, nu ar respecta valori europene, atunci Uniunea Europeană nu va mai avea legal posibilitatea de a ajuta Republica Moldova, avertizează europarlamentarul Siegfried Mureșan (PNL/PPE), într-un interviu acordat Spotmedia, pe tema alegerilor de duminică, din Republica Moldova.   Plaha – thrillerul politic care le aduce aminte moldovenilor, înainte de alegeri, cine a tras sforile la Chișinău în ultimii 30 de ani (Europa Liberă) Un serial puternic inspirat din evenimentele care au traumatizat Republica Moldova în ultimii treizeci de ani face furori la Chișinău înaintea alegerilor parlamentare vitale de pe 28 septembrie. Cum a apărut „Plaha” și de ce acum? Europa Liberă a vorbit cu regizorul Igor Cobileanski și cu doi dintre actorii principali – ambii români. Serialul TV prezintă ascensiunea oligarhului moldovean Vladimir Plahotniuc, unul dintre personajele care au influențat cel mai mult Republica Moldova în deceniile de după prăbușirea Uniunii Sovietice. A costat peste 30 de milioane de lei moldovenești (în jur de 1,6 milioane de euro), spun producătorii. Serialul are 10 episoade. Este disponibil și pe YouTube.

Alex Fotea vine la Mihai Morar cu toate secretele din culisele celei mai tari emisiuni: Insula Iubirii!Fain & Simplu ți-l aduce pe omul care a creat un fenomen: Alex Fotea este producătorul creativ al reality show-ului despre care vorbește toată lumea. Insula Iubirii a devenit cel mai urmărit show de televiziune pe timp de vară din istoria măsurătorilor de audiență din România! Iar ca să înțelegeți impactul asupra publicului, vă spunem că în seara marii finale, un televizor din trei urmăreau Antena 1. Ultimul episod din Insula Iubirii a adunat peste 34% din toți românii care aveau televizoarele pornite la acea oră. Cum a fost posibilă această performanță?Ca regizor al emisiunii, Alex Fotea nu se sfiește să ne dezvăluie secretele mult așteptate. Secrete pe care nu le veți afla din această descriere, ci din interviul său cu Mihai Morar, într-un podcast care poate fi, cu adevărat, ultimul episod al sezonului 9 din Insula Iubirii.Așa că, doamnelor și domnilor, faceți cunoștință cu omul care filmează 9 luni pe an, care doarme cel mult 4 ore pe noapte, omul care este în spatele super producțiilor Insula Iubirii și Power Couple. Omul care ne dezvăluie că, departe de a fi regizată, Insula Iubirii este mai mult decât o emisiune; este un real experiment social în care oameni obișnuiți ajung să facă lucruri neobișnuite. Află de la Alex Fotea ce se întamplă la Insula Iubirii în spatele camerelor de filmat.La Fain & Simplu, cu Mihai Morar.

Din acest an școlar, elevii din clasele pregătitoare, întâi și a-II-a învață cum să mănânce corect şi sănătos, în cadrul unei noi materii, opționale, "Educație Nutrițională". Inițiativa vine în contexul în care un sfert dintre copiii români sunt supraponderali. Iar bolile de inimă, diabetul sau afecțiunile respiratorii sunt câteva dintre complicațiile obezității, spune dr. Ștefan Busnatu, medic primar cardiolog la Spitalul "Bagdasar-Arseni" din București, medic implicat în grupul de lucru care a făcut posibilă această materie opțională, invitatul emisiunii Sănătatea FM.  Inițial, proiectul centrat pe prevenție a fost gândit pentru studenți, ne povestește dr. Ștefan Busnatu. "În urmă cu aproape un an, am mers la Agenția Națională pentru Sport, din dorința de a dezvolta un proiect împreună cu reprezentanții agenției, centrat pe prevenție în rândul studenților. După ce am discutat specific de problema întâlnită în rândul studenților când vine vorba de alegerile alimentare și totodată și de rata sedentarismului care se asociază pe mai departe cu o boală cardiovasculară, vicepreședintele Gabriel Tocean mi-a zis să o luăm mai din pripă, cu această educație și cu toate activitățile", explică dr. Busnatu.  Astfel a luat naștere un material educațional și interactiv pentru copii, despre cum ar trebui să-și privească alimentele din farfurie, pe care ar trebui să le aleagă sau cum să înțeleagă etichetele pe  care le vede în magazine. " Să îi facem să conștientizeze că ceea ce mănâncă se va transforma în viața lor pe mai departe, din punct de vedere al calității. Pentru că problema cea mai mare este că boala cardiovasculară generează și o invaliditate, și o viață care nu e de calitate și, totodată, nu e de dorit pentru nimeni.", explică medicul.  Potrivit acestuia, disciplina "Educație nutrițională" folosește cartonașe interactive, culori și asocieri dintre culori, alimente și gradul de sănătate,  etichete interactive, astfel încât copiilor să le fie ușor să deprindă lucruri importante pe care ar trebui să le știe la vârsta de 6-7-8 ani cu privire la alimentație. "Nu discutăm despre principii complexe, discutăm efectiv despre categoriile de alimente care îi vor face pe ei să fie mai rapizi, mai puternici, să fugă mai ușor, să gândească mai ușor și eventual, să rezolve exerciții mai ușor. Pentru că toate lucrurile au încercat să fie integrate într-un context pe care să îl înțeleagă și copilul și anume de ce ar trebui să ia decizia de a mânca sănătos? > Pentru că dacă îi explici doar că va avea o boală, s-ar putea să fie foarte greu să înțeleagă, cum de altfel și adulții înțeleg destul de greu când le explici că trebuie să se ferească de alimente pentru că se îmbolnăvesc", mai explică medicul Ștefan Busnatu. "Educație nutrițională" reprezintă o opțiune pentru toți copiii din România și cu această ocazie cred că e important să le insuflu celor care ne urmăresc, părinților, bunicilor să încerce să îi convingă pe copii că ar fi o alegere bună pentru ei. Pentru că aici, în definitiv, e alegerea copiilor dar și alegerea părinților, ce anume gândesc că ar fi constructiv pentru propriul copil. Și, ne-am dori, în principiu, ca la sfârșitul anului să vedem că rata de alegere a acestei materii a fost o rată satisfăcătoare și, totodată, să ne gândim cum putem integra și un element de măsurare a efectelor pe care le produce această materie, pe termen scurt. Pentru că, pe termen lung, le vom vedea probabil în 10 -15 ani de zile, dacă vom vedea că avem îmbunătățiri pe trendurile de care discutam mai devreme, de evoluție asupra ponderii și obezității.", mai spune medicul. Cum afectează obezitatea inima unui copil?  Obezitatea a devenit o problemă de sănătate tot mai des întâlnită atât la copii cât și la adulți, avertizează dr. Stefan Busnatu.    "Boala de inimă, diabetul, afecțiunile respiratorii devin complicații ale evoluției obezității, care are tendința să suprasolicite tot organismul și să-l degradeze. Asta, în condițiile în care discutăm de asocierea cu sedentarismul, fumatul, cu mediile poluate. Și, nu în ultimul rând, din păcate, mai nou, dar de fapt mai vechi, stresul cotidian a fost catalogat ca factor de risc independent de apariție a bolilor de inimă", spune dr. Ștefan Busnatu.     În primul rând copilul nu mai poate face efort fizic, și acesta este unul dint motivele pentru care avem foarte mulți copii scutiți de activitate fizică, care nu mai fac orele de sport. Pentru că supragreutatea generează lipsă de aer la efort fizic și copiii încep să acuze chiar și după ce urcă 2, 3, 4 etaje de bloc că nu mai au aer, explică dr. Ștefan Busnatu. Ce înseamnă mâncare sănătoasă pentru un copil O mâncare sănătoasă pentru copil ar trebui să conțină fructe și legume, integrale, spune dr. Ștefan Busnatu. "Copiii ar trebui să nu refuze alimentația aceasta, pentru că o alimentație care natural conduce la ingerarea de vitamine și minerale care sunt necesare pentru dezvoltarea copilului și, pe de altă parte, e foarte important de avut în vedere că și componenta proteică, alimentele care sunt bogate în proteine, cărnurile, laptele, ouăle, peștele trebuie să reprezinte, în definitiv, o bază. Copiii au nevoie de proteine astfel încât să se dezvolte și au nevoie să sintetizeze în celule și masă musculară. Nu au nevoie să expandeze celulele grăsoase. Și aici, dacă e să discutăm specific de ce ar fi de evitat, în definitiv, ar fi foarte important să avem în vedere că cel mai problematic lucru la ora actuală, pentru noi toți e reprezentat de produsele de patiserie. Pentru că sunt cele mai ușor de obținut, din păcate, ajung să fie consumate în exces, și toate produsele astea de patiserie, în definitiv, au o capacitate de absorbție a nutrienților foarte accelerată și nutrienții sunt de cele mai multe ori grăsimi și zaharuri, zaharuri care sunt foarte rafinate, care nu fac decât să se depună în organismul nostru.", mai spune medicul. Potrivit acestuia, dacă părinții și copiii vor alege, în număr mare, această materie - "Educație Nutrițională" - atunci "putem continua discuțiile cu cei de la Ministerul Educației pentru a evalua oportunitatea introducerii unei astfel de materii permanente".

ENGAre you addicted to work? If you can't stop checking emails, say no to projects, or feel worthless without constant achievement, this episode could change your life.World-renowned addiction expert Dr. Gabor Maté reveals the hidden truth about work addiction and workaholism. Why do high achievers become prisoners of their own success and how to break free from the cycle?We discuss addiction, trauma, and mental health. Dr. Maté helps us explore the underlying causes of addiction and offers insights into recovery and emotional healing. The conversation also touches on anxiety and its connection to deeper emotional issues.WORK ADDICTION INSIGHTS:- The 3 signs that prove you're addicted to work (not just "busy")- Why workaholism starts in childhood: the emotional wound that creates overachievers- How work addiction destroys marriages, health, and happiness- Why successful people struggle most with work addiction recovery- The daily practice Gabor uses to overcome his own workaholism- How to help a workaholic spouse or parent (spoiler: you probably can't)WORKAHOLIC WARNING SIGNS:- You feel important only when working- You can't relax without feeling guilty- Work gives temporary relief but long-term harm- You sacrifice relationships for achievements- You tell yourself "nobody else can do it"IF YOU'RE A HIGH ACHIEVER who feels trapped by success, this conversation offers a path to freedom. Learn why work addiction is just as serious as substance addiction and how to recover while keeping your ambition.Perfect for entrepreneurs, executives, parents, and anyone who's ever been called a "workaholic" as if it were a compliment.This series is part of a collaboration with the ReConnect project, an initiative by Compassionate Inquiry Experience, which aims to invite a different perspective on looking at what lies behind trying to cope with pain rather than contributing to even more isolation. If you would like to participate in the ReConnect event, during October 18-19, you can find more information here: https://ro.compassionateinquiry.com/reconnect2025ROEști dependent de muncă? Dacă nu poți să nu verifici emailurile, să spui nu la proiecte, sau te simți fără valoare fără realizări constante, acest episod ți-ar putea schimba viața. Expertul în adicții de renume mondial Dr. Gabor Maté dezvăluie adevărul ascuns despre dependența de muncă și workaholism. De ce devin cei cu realizări mari prizonieri ai propriului succes și cum să te eliberezi din acest ciclu? Discutăm despre adicții, traumă și sănătate mintală. Dr. Maté ne ajută să explorăm cauzele profunde ale adicției și oferă perspective asupra recuperării și vindecării emoționale. Conversația atinge și anxietatea și conexiunea acesteia cu probleme emoționale mai profunde.PERSPECTIVE ASUPRA DEPENDENȚEI DE MUNCĂ:- Cele 3 semne care demonstrează că ești dependent de muncă (nu doar "ocupat")- De ce workaholism-ul începe în copilărie: rana emoțională care creează supraperformerii- Cum distruge dependența de muncă căsătoriile, sănătatea și fericirea- De ce oamenii de succes se luptă cel mai mult cu recuperarea din dependența de muncă- Practica zilnică pe care o folosește Gabor pentru a-și depăși propriul workaholism- Cum să ajuți un soț/soție sau părinte workaholic (spoiler: probabil că nu poți)SEMNALE DE ALARMĂ ALE WORKAHOLIC-ULUI:- Te simți important doar când lucrezi- Nu te poți relaxa fără să te simți vinovat- Munca oferă o ușurare temporară, dar dăunează pe termen lung- Îți sacrifici relațiile pentru realizări- Îți spui "nimeni altcineva nu poate face asta"Acest episod este produs și distribuit cu susținerea Banca Transilvania

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