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Satan promotes uncontrolled anger. Paul wrote, “Be angry, and yet do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not give the devil an opportunity” (Eph 4:26-27). By itself, anger is not sinful. Even God gets angry (Num 25:4; Deut 9:8, 20; Jer 4:8). Human anger is a natural response to an injustice, real or imagined. We get angry because we feel someone has wronged us, and the personal scales of justice need to be corrected. Ideally, this happens when the offender comes and apologizes and seeks forgiveness, or makes restitution for damage. However, we cannot always control other people's thoughts, words, or actions, but we can control how we respond. Paul tells us not to let anger last beyond the day. If we let anger fester, then by our choice we give the devil an opportunity to turn it into something greater, which can enslave us in bitterness. Solomon wrote, “He who is slow to anger is better than the mighty, and he who rules his spirit, than he who captures a city (Prov 16:32), and “A man's discretion makes him slow to anger, and it is his glory to overlook an offense” (Prov 19:11). James said, “everyone must be quick to hear, slow to speak and slow to anger; for the anger of man does achieve the righteousness of God” (Jam 1:19-20). Hoehner comments: “While believers may at times be legitimately angry (with righteous anger against sin; cf. John 2:13–16), they are not to sin. The way to prevent such sin is to “keep short accounts,” dealing with the anger before the sun goes down. The reason is that the devil would like to intensify a Christian's righteous anger against sin, causing it to become sin itself. This then gives the devil a foothold (lit., “a place”), an opportunity for leading that Christian into further sin. Then anger begins to control the believer rather than the believer controlling his anger.”[1] Satan uses suffering to pressure us to turn from God. Satan can, on occasion, afflict God's people with suffering (Job 1:1-2:10; Luke 13:16; Acts 10:38); but this is only done with the Lord's permission. Satan's use of suffering is intended to get us to turn away from God, who is the source of life, goodness, and strength. Job is the classic example of a believer who was attacked by Satan (Job 1:1-2:10). Though Job suffered greatly, he understood his life was in God's hands and he kept faith, saying, “Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I shall return there. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away. Blessed be the name of the LORD” (Job 1:21). And on another occasion he said, “Though He slay me, I will hope in Him” (Job 13:15a). Jesus said to Peter, “Simon, Simon, behold, Satan has demanded permission to sift you like wheat” (Luke 22:31). Satan's request was granted. But the Lord also told Peter, “I have prayed for you, that your faith may not fail; and you, when once you have turned again, strengthen your brothers” (Luke 22:32). Peter did return to the Lord and was strengthened (John 21:15-17). The key for us as Christians is to trust in God's love and goodness when we face Satan's attacks against our flesh. This is a faith response not born of feelings or circumstances (Rom 5:3-5; Jam 1:2-4; 1 Pet 1:6; 4:12-13; cf. 1 Th 5:16-18). Satan masquerades as a messenger of light. Satan was created as a beautiful cherub (Ezek 28:12-14), and he retains all his outward attractiveness. Inwardly he is prideful (Ezek 28:15-17), and this is part of what makes him dangerous. Satan uses his outward appearance as a disguise to deceive others, and many of his messengers do the same. Paul wrote, “Satan disguises himself as an angel of light. Therefore, it is not surprising if his servants also disguise themselves as servants of righteousness, whose end will be according to their deeds” (2 Cor 11:14-15). The Pharisees were satanic deceivers. They referred to themselves as God's children, saying, “we have one father, God” (John 8:41b). But Jesus said of them, “You are of your father the devil, and you want to do the desires of your father” (John 8:44a). The Pharisees were very religious. They read the Scriptures, prayed, fasted, offered sacrifices, and spent much of their time at the temple. Jesus said they had “seated themselves in the chair of Moses” (Matt 23:2). This was because they coveted positions of power. Jesus said, they “tie up heavy burdens and lay them on men's shoulders” (Matt 23:4), they “do all their deeds to be noticed by men” (Matt 23:5), and they “love the place of honor at banquets and the chief seats in the synagogues, and respectful greetings in the market places, and being called Rabbi by men” (Matt 23:6-7). But Jesus also revealed their true identity as “hypocrites” (Matt 23:13-15), “blind guides” (Matt 23:16-19), and those who “neglect justice and mercy and faithfulness” (Matt 23:23). Outwardly they look attractive, “but inside they are full of robbery and self-indulgence” (Matt 23:25), and are “like whitewashed tombs which on the outside appear beautiful, but inside they are full of dead men's bones and all uncleanness” (Matt 23:27), and “outwardly appear righteous to men, but inwardly you are full of hypocrisy and lawlessness” (Matt 23:28). Jesus established policy for His disciples when He told them on a previous occasion, “Let them alone; they are blind guides of the blind. And if a blind man guides a blind man, both will fall into a pit” (Matt 15:14). He also warned them, “Watch out and beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees” (Matt 16:6), by which His disciples understood leaven to refer to “the teaching of the Pharisees and Sadducees” (Matt 16:12b). Knowing God's Word helps us identify and avoid Satan's beautiful messengers, who outwardly appear righteous, but twist Scripture and promote false doctrines. Satan empowers his false prophets to perform miracles in order to deceive. When Moses was executing God's plagues upon Egypt, it is recorded that three times “the magicians of Egypt did the same with their secret arts” (Ex 7:10-11; 7:21-22; 8:6-7). Moses warned the Israelites who were about to enter the land that they should guard themselves against false prophets and dreamers of dreams who arise and give them a “sign or wonder”, and then seek to lead them away from God (Deut 13:1-4). Jesus warned of “false Christs and false prophets will arise and will show great signs and wonders, so as to mislead, if possible, even the elect” (Matt 24:24). And Paul spoke of the coming Antichrist, “whose coming is in accord with the activity of Satan, with all power and signs and false wonders, and with all the deception of wickedness for those who perish, because they did not receive the love of the truth so as to be saved” (2 Th 2:9-10). Those who know God's Word and live by it will guard themselves against the deceiving power of false miracle workers. Satan desires that we turn from God and His Word and live independently of Him. He promotes sinful pride, lies, uncontrolled anger, uses suffering to pressure God's people, masquerades as a messenger of light, and empowers false teachers to perform miracles in order to deceive. Knowledge of God's Word informs us about Satan's strategies, and the humble believer who lives by faith will be able to stand when he attacks. Satan's World-System Satan is permitted, for a time, to rule over the majority in this world. Three times Jesus referred to Satan as “the ruler of this world” (John 12:31; 14:30; 16:11). Other passages of Scripture call Satan “the god of this world” (2 Cor 4:4), and “the prince of the power of the air” (Eph 2:2), informing us “that the whole world lies in the power of the evil one” (1 John 5:19). Satan rules as a tyrant who has “weakened the nations” (Isa 14:12), and currently “deceives the whole world” (Rev 12:9). Furthermore, humanity is living in an “evil age” (Gal 1:4), under “the dominion of Satan” (Acts 26:18), whose sphere of influence is called “the domain of darkness” (Col 1:13). Though Satan has attacked some people directly, he mainly operates as commander of an unseen realm of demons, through a worldwide system of philosophies and values he's created, through unbelievers whom he energizes to do his will, and through the sinful inclinations of our fallen nature. The Bible recognizes Satan's world-system and warns us not to love it. John writes and tells the Christian, “Do not love the world nor the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father, but is from the world” (1 John 2:15-16). We live in a fallen world, and John's command is intended to warn us of real danger. First, John opens with the negative particle Μὴ Me, which is followed by the Geek verb ἀγαπάω agapao, which is in the imperative mood—the mood of command. The word ἀγαπάω agapao denotes desire or commitment to something or someone. Allen comments on love: “In its essence love is two things: a desire for something and a commitment to something … Whatever it is you desire and whatever you're committed to, that's where your time and resources will go. If you love football, that's where your time and resources will go. If you love hunting or fishing, that's where your time and resources will go. If you love your spouse, you desire to spend time with her and you are committed to her. Love is more than an emotional feeling. Love requires a commitment of time and resources.”[2] John then gives the object we are not to desire or be committed to, namely, the world (τὸν κόσμον). The Greek word κόσμος kosmos is used in Scripture to refer to: 1) the physical planet (Matt 13:35; Acts 17:24), 2) people who live in the world (John 3:16), and 3) the hostile system created and controlled by Satan that he uses to lure people away from God (1 John 2:15-16). It is this third meaning that John has in mind. Hence, the word κόσμος kosmos refers to “that which is hostile to God…lost in sin, wholly at odds with anything divine, ruined and depraved.”[3] Concerning, the word κόσμος kosmos, Allen writes: “Sometimes the word “world” is used to refer to the organized evil system with its principles and its practices, all under the authority of Satan, which includes all teachings, ideas, culture, attitudes, activities, etc., that are opposed to God. A fixation on the material over the spiritual, promotion of self over others, pleasure over principle—these are just a few descriptors of the world system John is talking about. The word “world” here means everything that opposes Christ and his work on earth. Jesus called Satan “the ruler of this world” (John 14:30; 16:11), and Paul called him “the god of this world” (2 Corinthians 4:4). In Luke 16:8 Jesus referred to all unsaved people as “the sons of this world.”[4] Dr. Steven R. Cook [1] Harold W. Hoehner, “Ephesians,” in The Bible Knowledge Commentary: An Exposition of the Scriptures, ed. J. F. Walvoord and R. B. Zuck, vol. 2 (Wheaton, IL: Victor Books, 1985), 637. [2] David L. Allen, 1–3 John: Fellowship in God's Family, ed. R. Kent Hughes, Preaching the Word (Wheaton, IL: Crossway, 2013), 96–97. [3] Walter Bauer, A Greek-English Lexicon of the New Testament and Other Early Christian Literature, p. 562. [4] David L. Allen, 1–3 John: Fellowship in God's Family, 96.
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Servicing Clients.Based on a post by Ostrich Mack. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Hotel Guest, Lydia.Lydia Carlson was a businesswoman and operated at senior level for the travel agency which bore the family name. The firm had been founded by her grandfather 50 years earlier and had grown to be one of the most prestigious in Europe.Lydia didn't get to her position because of her family ties, as there was a serious work ethic in the family. If you wanted success, you had to earn it. Lydia had studied at university and had worked in other travel agencies to gain experience before moving back to the family nest. Now she was head of procurement, traveling throughout Europe to contract hotels for her company.Lydia was stunningly beautiful. An only child, with as her name would suggest, a Danish background, she had grown up in England. Despite her Scandinavian background, Lydia was not a typical tall, blond haired, blue eyed beauty, but rather a brunette with deep brown eyes. At 36 years old, she was about 5'9" with a slim athletic figure. Her tits and ass were in perfect proportion to her height and weight. Her skin positively glowed and she was always impeccably dressed.Lydia was always guarded when she made new acquaintances, preferring to listen, and assess who it was exactly she was talking to. To some, that came across as aloof.Knowing this, Peter wondered why she had chosen to reserve in his hotel for a midweek stay.Peter's Hotel was a comfortable family run place with good rooms, and a good restaurant. A quiet place to relax and enjoy the garden and the local countryside, and of course the local delicacies. It was certainly not the high-end luxury resorts that Peter assumed Lydia would be used to.To that end Peter was curious. He had googled Lydia and read extensively about her career. There was very little to glean about her private life as Lydia didn't "do" social media.On the evening of her arrival at the hotel, Lydia decided to dine in their restaurant. Peter was delighted to be able to introduce himself to her. At 6'1" and very athletic, Peter cut an impressive figure. He was a presence wherever he went.Lydia was seated in the restaurant. She was as usual impeccably dressed in a bias cut skirt, which reached to just below her knees, showing off her shapely calves. She wore medium heeled sandals which displayed her perfectly manicured toes. Her blouse was a silk round neck with short sleeves. Her wavy hair tumbled down to just below her shoulder. Around her neck she wore a colorful silk scarf.Lydia smiled at Peter as he approached. Her smile lit up the room."Good evening, Mrs. Carlson." He said."It's Miss Carlson." She replied, "And please, call me Lydia."Peter blushed a little. "My apologies, Lydia." He said awkwardly. "My name is Peter Talbot. I am the owner of the hotel, and I am delighted you have chosen to stay with us. If we can do anything to make your stay more comfortable, please let me know."Lydia raised an eyebrow and laughed gently. "Hmm, anything?" she asked with a grin."Of course." Peter said. "We're at your service. It's lovely to meet you. I'm sure we will see each other during your stay.""Well, I certainly hope so." Replied Lydia, smiling."Great." Said Peter. "Enjoy your meal, I will see you at breakfast tomorrow.""Thank you so much Peter." Lydia replied. "May I call you Peter.""Of course, Lydia," Peter replied. He was a little flustered. Was she flirting or was she just simply an incredibly charming woman.The next day.Peter was, as always, up at dawn to prepare breakfast for the hotel guests. This was his favorite part of the working day. An hour and a half undisturbed work, preparing an extensive breakfast buffet for his guests enjoyment.Breakfast started at 7.30am, but at 7.15 Peter heard someone enter the restaurant. Luckily everything was ready, so he just switched on the lights and the background music.As usual he entered the restaurant, to greet his guests. To his surprise, it was Lydia. Dressed in a simple sweatshirt and shorts, she was as beautiful as the evening before. Her hair was wrestled into a ponytail, which accentuated her pretty face. Her high cheekbones and dimpled cheeks made her even more beautiful than Peter had observed."So, the early bird." Peter joked."Gets the first worm." Lydia replied."Are you calling me a worm?" Peter asked, feigning shock.They both laughed. Peter explained everything on the buffet, and Lydia listened patiently, despite having stayed in hundreds of hotels for her work. She thought it sweet that Peter took the time to show her how everything worked.Peter was excited. He couldn't explain what this beautiful, charming woman did to him, but he felt like a teenager with a crush, in her presence."So, Peter," Lydia said. "I was thinking of going for a hike through the hills today. Can you recommend a route?""How far would you like to walk?" Peter asked."Well, I like to keep in shape, so at least 10k." Lydia replied."No problem." Peter replied. "But you should be aware that the routes are not really well marked. You need to be able to read a topographical map for most routes.""Hmm. That is one thing I am not great at." Lydia replied. "Maybe you could recommend a guide?""Ah," said Peter. "At such short notice, a guide will be difficult. But if you would like me to guide you, I am free at 11.""That sounds lovely. Will you order a packed lunch for us to take away?" Lydia asked."Leave it to me." Peter replied. He was secretly thrilled to be able to accompany Lydia for the afternoon.The walk.At 11 sharp, Peter stood in the lounge, ready with a rucksack containing a lunch he had prepared himself. A bottle of champagne, Pâté de Fois gras, Local cheeses and meat cuts and of course, fresh bread and a basket of strawberries. Peter was laying it on for this walk.Lydia appeared from the lift, a vision to his eyes. She had her hiking shoes on, and long socks. Her shorts were loose around her ass and a sort of combat style. Above her shorts she had a tight Lycra shirt which accentuated her tits. She was clearly not wearing a bra. A silk scarf tied like a bandana covered her head with her hair in a ponytail out the back, and a pair of designer sunglasses completed the look.She looked like a model from a camping catalogue."Peter!" she cried. "How nice of you to go to all this effort for me.""It is my pleasure." Peter replied. "Shall we?"They left the hotel. Peter had chosen a route up into the hills via a number of steep climbs to a perfect picnic spot. At first the going was easy, and they chatted amicably about the local countryside and history.Later as the climbs became steeper, there was little time for conversation as they needed to save their breath. Peter helped Lydia up the steeper paths by leading and offered her a hand when the incline was very steep. Lydia was not inclined to let Peter see that she couldn't keep up, but he was a very experienced rambler.Most of the time, Peter walked behind Lydia furtively admiring her perfect ass.Finally, after about 6k, they reached the picnic spot that Peter had planned. It was a huge rock which balanced on the edge of the highest hill. The view over the countryside was amazing.Lydia, sat down on the rock and stared in amazement at the view. She smiled serenely.Peter made himself busy unpacking the lunch. He laid out a picnic blanket on the rock. When everything was ready, he said in a soft voice."Madam, Lunch is served."Lydia laughed. "I'll bet you think that's how I was raised."Peter replied. "No not at all. I just thought it was funny.""It is funny." Lydia answered. "But let me tell you a little about me."Peter perked up, keen to know more about this beautiful enigmatic woman.Lydia began. "I am an only child. I grew up in a wealthy family and had a wonderful childhood. We had lots of friends where we lived and there were always fun things going on in our house and the neighbors houses.My parents worked very hard to make their business successful, and I learned from an early age that if you want success, you have to work for it.I never really had boyfriends, except for one who broke my heart. I was determined never to feel the pain of giving my heart and soul to someone, only to have them stamp on it. As an only child, I learned to amuse myself, and if I am honest, I like my own company.I have had many casual relationships. Mostly to satisfy my sexual needs. But I don't commit to relationships. That is why I never married. I just like to be alone at the end of the day."Peter blushed. "Wow that is very open and honest. How do you do that? The casual relationship thing?" he asked."Well, I got you to come with me today." Lydia replied, smiling at him. She winked at him.Peter blushed even more."Oh, come on." Lydia said. "You don't think I didn't notice you admiring my ass? Did you think I put on this outfit because it was practical?""I guess not." Peter replied sheepishly. "But you are stunning. Why would you be interested in me?""Peter." Lydia replied. "You are handsome, and very charming. Most of the guys I meet are so full of themselves, and generally looking for some arm candy. That's not me. You seem honest and candid. And you listen without interrupting which tells me you are genuinely interested in what I have to say. That is not only refreshing, but a welcome change."Peter smiled. He poured two glasses of champagne and laid toast with foie gras on a plate and joined Lydia on the rock. They sat there on the blanket enjoying the view, the food and champagne.Peter jumped up. "And now the strawberries."He grabbed the basket and took a strawberry between his fingers. Lydia laid herself out on the blanket.Peter leaned over her and fed her the strawberry. As she opened her mouth, he poured a sip of champagne into her mouth and then a strawberry.Lydia closed her lips around the strawberry and sucked on it suggestively before taking it completely in her mouth.She had Peter's full attention and there was a stirring in his trousers.Lydia looked carefully around, and seeing no one else, she pulled her Lycra shirt up above her head exposing her tits. Peter took a deep breath, she looked amazing.Peter took another strawberry and traced it over her tits, circling her nipples only to finally bring it to her lips.Lydia took a small bite.Peter repeated the action, coating Lydia's exposed tits with strawberry juice and returning to her lips.He bent over Lydia and began to lick the juice from her, concentrating on her tits. Lydia gasped as Peter licked around her nipples, causing them to rise to attention.Lydia groaned in anticipation of the next round."Oh, do go on kind sir," she giggled.Peter moved downward on her body. He planted kisses on her nipples, her ribs, down to her navel. He poured a little champagne in her navel and licked it out with his tongue.He fumbled with her shorts until Lydia helped him by opening the button and pulling down the zipper. Peter pulled on the sides of her shorts. They slid easily down her thighs and to Peter's delight she was not wearing underwear. Her cunt was trimmed short but not completely bare. There was a small triangle of hair just above her mound.Peter slid Lydia's shorts down to her ankles and over her hiking shoes. Now he understood why she had chosen loose shorts.Lydia was lying in her almost naked magnificence on the rock. The hiking shoes and long socks looked almost comical. Peter couldn't believe his luck having this goddess before him.Peter moved further down Lydia's body until he reached her pubic mound.He gently licked the outer lips of her cunt, slowly moving along her weeping slit. As he moved upwards Peter inserted a finger between Lydia's folds. She gasped in anticipation and pulled her gently.Lydia cried out. "Oh! That is so good!"Peter went to work with two fingers in Lydia's sopping cunt. He curled his forefinger upwards to massage her g-spot.Lydia began to buck with her hips. She was getting close to her point of no return.Peter stopped. He knew she was close.Lydia whimpered. "Ah! don't stop."Peter waited. He waited until Lydia's breathing slowed. Then he attacked her cunt again. His mouth on her clit, his fingers moving in and out.
Servicing Clients.Based on a post by Ostrich Mack. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Hotel Guest, Lydia.Lydia Carlson was a businesswoman and operated at senior level for the travel agency which bore the family name. The firm had been founded by her grandfather 50 years earlier and had grown to be one of the most prestigious in Europe.Lydia didn't get to her position because of her family ties, as there was a serious work ethic in the family. If you wanted success, you had to earn it. Lydia had studied at university and had worked in other travel agencies to gain experience before moving back to the family nest. Now she was head of procurement, traveling throughout Europe to contract hotels for her company.Lydia was stunningly beautiful. An only child, with as her name would suggest, a Danish background, she had grown up in England. Despite her Scandinavian background, Lydia was not a typical tall, blond haired, blue eyed beauty, but rather a brunette with deep brown eyes. At 36 years old, she was about 5'9" with a slim athletic figure. Her tits and ass were in perfect proportion to her height and weight. Her skin positively glowed and she was always impeccably dressed.Lydia was always guarded when she made new acquaintances, preferring to listen, and assess who it was exactly she was talking to. To some, that came across as aloof.Knowing this, Peter wondered why she had chosen to reserve in his hotel for a midweek stay.Peter's Hotel was a comfortable family run place with good rooms, and a good restaurant. A quiet place to relax and enjoy the garden and the local countryside, and of course the local delicacies. It was certainly not the high-end luxury resorts that Peter assumed Lydia would be used to.To that end Peter was curious. He had googled Lydia and read extensively about her career. There was very little to glean about her private life as Lydia didn't "do" social media.On the evening of her arrival at the hotel, Lydia decided to dine in their restaurant. Peter was delighted to be able to introduce himself to her. At 6'1" and very athletic, Peter cut an impressive figure. He was a presence wherever he went.Lydia was seated in the restaurant. She was as usual impeccably dressed in a bias cut skirt, which reached to just below her knees, showing off her shapely calves. She wore medium heeled sandals which displayed her perfectly manicured toes. Her blouse was a silk round neck with short sleeves. Her wavy hair tumbled down to just below her shoulder. Around her neck she wore a colorful silk scarf.Lydia smiled at Peter as he approached. Her smile lit up the room."Good evening, Mrs. Carlson." He said."It's Miss Carlson." She replied, "And please, call me Lydia."Peter blushed a little. "My apologies, Lydia." He said awkwardly. "My name is Peter Talbot. I am the owner of the hotel, and I am delighted you have chosen to stay with us. If we can do anything to make your stay more comfortable, please let me know."Lydia raised an eyebrow and laughed gently. "Hmm, anything?" she asked with a grin."Of course." Peter said. "We're at your service. It's lovely to meet you. I'm sure we will see each other during your stay.""Well, I certainly hope so." Replied Lydia, smiling."Great." Said Peter. "Enjoy your meal, I will see you at breakfast tomorrow.""Thank you so much Peter." Lydia replied. "May I call you Peter.""Of course, Lydia," Peter replied. He was a little flustered. Was she flirting or was she just simply an incredibly charming woman.The next day.Peter was, as always, up at dawn to prepare breakfast for the hotel guests. This was his favorite part of the working day. An hour and a half undisturbed work, preparing an extensive breakfast buffet for his guests enjoyment.Breakfast started at 7.30am, but at 7.15 Peter heard someone enter the restaurant. Luckily everything was ready, so he just switched on the lights and the background music.As usual he entered the restaurant, to greet his guests. To his surprise, it was Lydia. Dressed in a simple sweatshirt and shorts, she was as beautiful as the evening before. Her hair was wrestled into a ponytail, which accentuated her pretty face. Her high cheekbones and dimpled cheeks made her even more beautiful than Peter had observed."So, the early bird." Peter joked."Gets the first worm." Lydia replied."Are you calling me a worm?" Peter asked, feigning shock.They both laughed. Peter explained everything on the buffet, and Lydia listened patiently, despite having stayed in hundreds of hotels for her work. She thought it sweet that Peter took the time to show her how everything worked.Peter was excited. He couldn't explain what this beautiful, charming woman did to him, but he felt like a teenager with a crush, in her presence."So, Peter," Lydia said. "I was thinking of going for a hike through the hills today. Can you recommend a route?""How far would you like to walk?" Peter asked."Well, I like to keep in shape, so at least 10k." Lydia replied."No problem." Peter replied. "But you should be aware that the routes are not really well marked. You need to be able to read a topographical map for most routes.""Hmm. That is one thing I am not great at." Lydia replied. "Maybe you could recommend a guide?""Ah," said Peter. "At such short notice, a guide will be difficult. But if you would like me to guide you, I am free at 11.""That sounds lovely. Will you order a packed lunch for us to take away?" Lydia asked."Leave it to me." Peter replied. He was secretly thrilled to be able to accompany Lydia for the afternoon.The walk.At 11 sharp, Peter stood in the lounge, ready with a rucksack containing a lunch he had prepared himself. A bottle of champagne, Pâté de Fois gras, Local cheeses and meat cuts and of course, fresh bread and a basket of strawberries. Peter was laying it on for this walk.Lydia appeared from the lift, a vision to his eyes. She had her hiking shoes on, and long socks. Her shorts were loose around her ass and a sort of combat style. Above her shorts she had a tight Lycra shirt which accentuated her tits. She was clearly not wearing a bra. A silk scarf tied like a bandana covered her head with her hair in a ponytail out the back, and a pair of designer sunglasses completed the look.She looked like a model from a camping catalogue."Peter!" she cried. "How nice of you to go to all this effort for me.""It is my pleasure." Peter replied. "Shall we?"They left the hotel. Peter had chosen a route up into the hills via a number of steep climbs to a perfect picnic spot. At first the going was easy, and they chatted amicably about the local countryside and history.Later as the climbs became steeper, there was little time for conversation as they needed to save their breath. Peter helped Lydia up the steeper paths by leading and offered her a hand when the incline was very steep. Lydia was not inclined to let Peter see that she couldn't keep up, but he was a very experienced rambler.Most of the time, Peter walked behind Lydia furtively admiring her perfect ass.Finally, after about 6k, they reached the picnic spot that Peter had planned. It was a huge rock which balanced on the edge of the highest hill. The view over the countryside was amazing.Lydia, sat down on the rock and stared in amazement at the view. She smiled serenely.Peter made himself busy unpacking the lunch. He laid out a picnic blanket on the rock. When everything was ready, he said in a soft voice."Madam, Lunch is served."Lydia laughed. "I'll bet you think that's how I was raised."Peter replied. "No not at all. I just thought it was funny.""It is funny." Lydia answered. "But let me tell you a little about me."Peter perked up, keen to know more about this beautiful enigmatic woman.Lydia began. "I am an only child. I grew up in a wealthy family and had a wonderful childhood. We had lots of friends where we lived and there were always fun things going on in our house and the neighbors houses.My parents worked very hard to make their business successful, and I learned from an early age that if you want success, you have to work for it.I never really had boyfriends, except for one who broke my heart. I was determined never to feel the pain of giving my heart and soul to someone, only to have them stamp on it. As an only child, I learned to amuse myself, and if I am honest, I like my own company.I have had many casual relationships. Mostly to satisfy my sexual needs. But I don't commit to relationships. That is why I never married. I just like to be alone at the end of the day."Peter blushed. "Wow that is very open and honest. How do you do that? The casual relationship thing?" he asked."Well, I got you to come with me today." Lydia replied, smiling at him. She winked at him.Peter blushed even more."Oh, come on." Lydia said. "You don't think I didn't notice you admiring my ass? Did you think I put on this outfit because it was practical?""I guess not." Peter replied sheepishly. "But you are stunning. Why would you be interested in me?""Peter." Lydia replied. "You are handsome, and very charming. Most of the guys I meet are so full of themselves, and generally looking for some arm candy. That's not me. You seem honest and candid. And you listen without interrupting which tells me you are genuinely interested in what I have to say. That is not only refreshing, but a welcome change."Peter smiled. He poured two glasses of champagne and laid toast with foie gras on a plate and joined Lydia on the rock. They sat there on the blanket enjoying the view, the food and champagne.Peter jumped up. "And now the strawberries."He grabbed the basket and took a strawberry between his fingers. Lydia laid herself out on the blanket.Peter leaned over her and fed her the strawberry. As she opened her mouth, he poured a sip of champagne into her mouth and then a strawberry.Lydia closed her lips around the strawberry and sucked on it suggestively before taking it completely in her mouth.She had Peter's full attention and there was a stirring in his trousers.Lydia looked carefully around, and seeing no one else, she pulled her Lycra shirt up above her head exposing her tits. Peter took a deep breath, she looked amazing.Peter took another strawberry and traced it over her tits, circling her nipples only to finally bring it to her lips.Lydia took a small bite.Peter repeated the action, coating Lydia's exposed tits with strawberry juice and returning to her lips.He bent over Lydia and began to lick the juice from her, concentrating on her tits. Lydia gasped as Peter licked around her nipples, causing them to rise to attention.Lydia groaned in anticipation of the next round."Oh, do go on kind sir," she giggled.Peter moved downward on her body. He planted kisses on her nipples, her ribs, down to her navel. He poured a little champagne in her navel and licked it out with his tongue.He fumbled with her shorts until Lydia helped him by opening the button and pulling down the zipper. Peter pulled on the sides of her shorts. They slid easily down her thighs and to Peter's delight she was not wearing underwear. Her cunt was trimmed short but not completely bare. There was a small triangle of hair just above her mound.Peter slid Lydia's shorts down to her ankles and over her hiking shoes. Now he understood why she had chosen loose shorts.Lydia was lying in her almost naked magnificence on the rock. The hiking shoes and long socks looked almost comical. Peter couldn't believe his luck having this goddess before him.Peter moved further down Lydia's body until he reached her pubic mound.He gently licked the outer lips of her cunt, slowly moving along her weeping slit. As he moved upwards Peter inserted a finger between Lydia's folds. She gasped in anticipation and pulled her gently.Lydia cried out. "Oh! That is so good!"Peter went to work with two fingers in Lydia's sopping cunt. He curled his forefinger upwards to massage her g-spot.Lydia began to buck with her hips. She was getting close to her point of no return.Peter stopped. He knew she was close.Lydia whimpered. "Ah! don't stop."Peter waited. He waited until Lydia's breathing slowed. Then he attacked her cunt again. His mouth on her clit, his fingers moving in and out.
On our last podcast, Hans Shapp told of his life growing up behind the wall in East Germany during the 60's and 70's under Communist rule; and then suddenly being deported to the West. It was like a child having free run in a candy shop. Neon lights glowed in the night skies. Music blared out from the discotheques. Drugs and alcohol were widely available. Did any of this bring Hans happiness, peace, or freedom?
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We all long for real change and transformation. Inwardly we have a deep innate desire to be who God created us to be. And the truth is that He created us to be with Him and like Him. But real transformation into His image only happens as we see Him for who He truly is. As we come to know Him we become more like Him.
January 31, 2025 Daily Devotion: "Renewed Inwardly, Focused Eternally" 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 New Living Translation 16 That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. 17 For our present troubles are small and won't last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! 18 So we don't look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever. In 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 (NIV), Paul encourages us to not lose heart even in the face of trials. He writes, "Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." Paul emphasizes the contrast between our temporary struggles and the eternal glory awaiting believers. He reminds us that while our physical bodies may decline, our spirits are rejuvenated through Christ. This passage encourages us to shift our focus from earthly troubles to the eternal promises of God, reinforcing our faith in times of hardship. In practical life, think of an athlete enduring training. The struggles of discipline and fatigue are momentary, but the glory of victory and accomplishment is lasting. Similarly, our earthly challenges are preparing us for a much greater reality in heaven. Let us pray for strength to endure and a heart that seeks the eternal.
Do you want to feel more connected to a purpose or experience life with more meaning? Do you feel as though something is missing and desire an improved quality of life? How do we organize ourselves, our work, and our lives to better cultivate what people need to survive and thrive each day? The goal of The Flow Life Funnel is to lead you to doing more of what you love, so that you can grow in your spiritual purpose through activities that excite you. Wouldn't it be awesome to evolve your soul through activities or work that brought you more joy? Life can teach us lessons in many ways, and we might as well be doing something we enjoy while we are evolving. But how do we find out what is the best match for our soul's purpose? That is where The Flow Life Funnel comes into play. You can wake up everyday doing something that lights you up, that solves problems in a loving wholehearted way, or adds value to the world and to you...and hopefully all four! Life is meant to be lived in flow. The Flow Life Funnel is a guide, a roadmap, to design a life in alignment with who you have always been and who you deeply desire to become. You can wake up everyday in love with what you are creating and who you are creating it with. Generating a meaningful life is possible when combining the eight layers of the Flow Life Funnel, so you can move courageously toward your deepest heart's desires. About the Author: Eva Payne is a life strategist and coach. She is a mother to six children. In 1998, she founded a summer camp for youth impacted by HIV/AIDS. She currently hosts a podcast called Ideas to Human Better, holds a masters in leadership and management, and operates the wellness retreats, Flow Life Retreat. www.evapayne.com www.flowliferetreat.com 00000133 00000134 00005B30 00005B30 00536F28 00536F28 00007E86 00007E86 00206958 00206958
Two stories of scholarly lasses with healthy libidos.Based on the posts by Select Redux. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Stimulating ReadingSexual adventures amid the bookshelves.Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the 'Institute'. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.The research library within opens just three days a week with Emily, its part-time librarian, fitting the job around her PhD studies. Some colleagues consider it a fusty backwater; Emily rather enjoys the church-like surroundings, lofty ceilings and marble floors, and calm, quiet ambience.Starting the day as usual at 8.45am, Emily turns on the lights, picks up the post and then sits at the front desk waiting for students to arrive. The job isn't the most exacting; mainly helping undergraduates locate obscure books, its perk being plenty of time to write her thesis and, blush-making to admit, peruse the rather splendid erotica section. Something that's become a bit of a habit, leaving her distracted and almost perpetually aroused.This 'special collection' is kept locked; its key is supposedly secure in a safe; in fact on a chain around Emily's neck. Currently 'in between boyfriends' (no, not like that!) in truth modern men, mostly boys inhabiting adult bodies in her opinion, don't do it for Emily. Call her traditional, she wants someone old-fashioned.Emily's romantic, bookish outlook on life sometimes feels unsuited to modern times and is exemplified by today's attire: cardigan, blouse, and a string of pearls, the epitome of respectability; a typical librarian. A knee-length skirt, sensible shoes, minimal makeup and glasses habitually perched upon her head complete the academic look. However, underneath one (who? she reflects glumly) might be surprised to find some almost sinfully brief lingerie adorning her trim figure. Perhaps not so conservative;Later that afternoon, Emily looks at her watch, half an hour until closing, not likely to see anyone else today she thinks. Wrongly, because striding confidently through the rotating door and purposefully approaching her desk is a new customer. In contrast to the usual scruffy students (although arguably the lecturers are worse) he's smartly dressed. Wearing a tie in fact; Emily likes a chap in a suit and his fits very well. This tall man with silvery grey hair favors her with a confident smile and Emily melts inside, lust at first sight.Michael, they are quickly on first name terms, is a postgrad mature student working on the final dissertation of an English literature MA. He's taken a couple of weeks' leave from an unspecified (Emily suspects high-powered and well-remunerated) job to complete it. Meaning, she sends a silent prayer of thanks to whichever celestial deity might be responsible, he'll be making frequent trips to the library. Visits she soon begins to eagerly anticipate, feeling disproportionately disappointed on days when this charming, personable and undoubtedly assertive man doesn't appear. Get a grip girl, chides her inner voice, whatever your fantasies this is a purely professional relationship."What did you do before studying," she enquires one morning."Came from money, followed the family tradition into the City and made some more," he shrugs. "Clichéd thing for a privileged person to say but it didn't make me happy.""What does?""Good writing, which explains why I'm here in literary mode, how about you?""A very bright kid from a feckless, under-achieving family; got a scholarship, got out of my dead-end town and got a higher education. Not having money means I have to take a series of dull jobs to pay my way." There's no need to make her point any more strongly, Michael gets the implication."I detect a steely determination," he responds without rancor."Academically, yes," she agrees, "in order to remain with my beloved books, but unfashionable though it is I'd happily be rescued by a knight in shining armor. Will you be my knight?" Christ, she thinks, where did that come from? Silly mare you've blown it now."If you'll be my damsel in distress I'd be delighted," Michael answers lightly, but a die has been cast."What are you working on today?" he enquires conversationally when next visiting."These books were recently acquired for the special collections section. I'm trying to catalogue them," she explains, outwardly serene, but heart beating fast."Ah the erotica," Michael raises a knowing eyebrow, "better leave you to it then." He turns to a nearby table with a couple of hefty tomes and commences making notes while covertly observing Emily, absently twirling a lock of hair with one hand, the other no longer on the table but underneath. Much later, abruptly jolted from a pleasurable reverie by his shadow, Emily becomes abruptly aware of Michael's looming presence."You're spending a lot of time on books from that particular genre," he says, it isn't a question."Well; " she stammers."Perhaps that's why you've twice left the University's precious erotica shelves unlocked lately?"Her eyes widen in shock. "How did you know?" It's true, no point in denying the fact."I notice things. An accident I'm sure, but rather careless, some might even say naughty. Are you naughty Emily?" Silence, the cat has got her tongue. "Do you deserve to be punished? Might that be a better solution than the matter being brought to the attention of the Vice-Chancellor?" Michael presses home his advantage. "Those rare editions are extremely valuable. Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, bought to book one might say." Emily gets the joke, but it's no laughing matter."Punished; lesson?" she stammers, "what do you mean?""I think you know to what I'm referring, you've read enough about spanking, no doubt wondered what it might be like. I don't believe you're as innocent as you pretend Emily, I saw you slide a hand under your skirt just then. Most unprofessional, you deserve to have your bottom smacked.""Oh; " Overwhelmed by his quiet certainty that she'll obey, Ellie discovers in herself a complimentary willingness to defer; feels her pussy throbbing with desire at every word Michael utters. This is ridiculous, thinks her rational brain, I'm an independent woman, he's no right to demand my obedience. But you know you want to, responds her libidinous subconscious, you've so often dreamt of such a scenario, and how you'd willingly submit;She nods anxiously towards the door. With an unreadable expression, Michael walks purposefully towards the entrance, locks it and returns."Bad girls require discipline," he whispers in her ear."They do, sir," she meekly agrees."Come here." Emily stands next to him, hands behind her back."Turn around and lean forward against the desk."Deferentially, eyes downcast, Emily complies; wrapping his left arm around her slender waist Michael slowly, and deliberately raises her skirt. Emily wishes her boobs were just a little bigger; wishes her arse was just a little smaller but knows her lovely legs are just right. Now so does he.A grunt of male disapproval, "I don't like tights," he tugs her pantyhose down revealing flawless bottom cheeks, "next time I expect you to wear stockings." Next time, who said anything about next time? Despite her mounting panic, Emily has an epiphany of understanding; Michael's coercion is more implied than actual, less of a threat by him as a need within her. He runs his hands appreciatively over her pristine, unmarked bottom then tugs those unexpectedly racy, almost transparent black panties up hard into Emily's damp divide, the silken scrap disappearing between puffy pussy lips, chafing her swollen clit."Turns you on doesn't it" he growls, holding her tightly."Yes, but I'm scared," she whispers and it's true, the physical proximity and her helplessness in the hands of an alpha male are more exciting than anything Emily has ever before encountered.Emily tenses, holding her breath, awaiting the inevitable; yet the initial smack still catches her by surprise. At first, it's mainly about the ringing percussive sound, a numbing shock. Prudently Michael allows a pause, he can tell it's her first time. Gradually her skin pinkens and a sharp stinging sensation suffuses Emily's posterior."Oh," she looks at him wide-eyed, "oh yes," amazed by her compliance with the punitive intentions of a man she scarcely knows. A second spank, slightly harder this time."Feeling it now aren't you," Michael mutters, "rather different from in the stories you're so keen on?" True, the reality of what before was only fevered fiction is raw and immediate." I'll stop if you ask me to," he adds."Surely not when I've been so wicked," Emily replies huskily. The scene is set, and his hard palm strikes her bottom repeatedly as Michael methodically and unhurriedly continues, Emily's body responding animatedly to the burning sensation gradually suffusing her derriere."Keep still," he commands as she squirms in a futile attempt to dissipate the smart.Eventually, Emily has no idea how long, five minutes, or an eternity, Michael ceases her chastisement. Both are breathing heavily now, albeit for different reasons. He slides a hand up her inner thigh and under her knickers."Good girl," Michael whispers, pushing an exploratory digit into Emily's sopping sex. She shuts her eyes and moves against his fingers, Emily is needy, alas, her evident excitement is unrequited. Taking her by the shoulders, Michael turns the shaken young woman to face the wall."Make yourself respectable," he instructs in a tone countenancing no dissent, "don't move until I've left, no rubbing your bottom, or anywhere else. I'll let myself out," he kisses the top of her head, "and be back soon to do one final bit piece of research, don't miss me too much."And then he's gone; taken Emily to the edge and abandoned her unsatisfied. Which, thinks Emily, bottom glowing fiercely, is truly sadistic. Simmering with sexual awakening, she's no intention of being denied. Walking stiffly towards her chair Emily sits, wincing as her tender buttocks contact with the seat. Legs spread and eyes closed she pushes a hand down the front of her panties and addresses her pent-up frustration with flying fingers, and soon has a shattering orgasm.On Monday morning, after a weekend mentally replaying this momentous encounter, and multiple flouting of Michael's embargo on masturbation, Emily walks into work full of hope for what the new week may bring. Inwardly more confident, her outward appearance has also altered. She's taken more care with makeup, mascara and her favorite cherry red lipstick. Does her best not to tug down her hem at every step. Emily hasn't previously worn such a short skirt and worries people may notice she's wearing stockings. Once at work, it's business as usual, albeit with some appreciative glances from borrowers, being desired is an unfamiliar but welcome ego boost. Emboldened, Emily experiments with undoing the second button of her blouse.She can't conceal her unhappiness when Michael fails to arrive and becomes increasingly despondent when he doesn't turn up on Tuesday and Wednesday either. By Thursday she's almost lost hope. Turning to the erotica collection for comfort a photograph falls from between the pages of a book on 'Le Vice Anglaise'. Emily looks aghast, Michael! But it can't be, the date scribbled on the back is 1936, does her dom have a doppelganger? All too much of a conundrum to deal with in her overwrought state, Emily locks up early and heads disconsolately home.On Friday she settles onto her stool and re-opens the same book. Was Michael ever really here, she wonders? Could this have been some sort of hallucination, an epic instance of self-delusion? Of course not, get real, examine the facts, she inwardly chides. Consider the evidence of two days of sitting gingerly, the finger marks on your sore buttocks visible in the mirror. She was spanked alright, the pertinent question being whether she will see Michael again, let alone reach the sexual conclusion so ardently desired. Not being clairvoyant, Emily doesn't have a clue about either outcome, for now, she tells herself sternly, you'd better get on with some work. Mentally listing the day's mundane tasks Emily doesn't notice a familiar figure quietly enter the building until he's immediately adjacent. Caught unawares her incipient shout of shock is stifled by his hand."I'll remove it from your mouth," his voice whispers, "if you promise not to scream, understood?" Emily remains frozen, struggling to get to grips with her predicament, then nods assent."Where did you appear from?" she enquires in a small voice."Not important right now," he shushes."Your picture; " She points at the faded sepia print on the table."My father," he laughs, "chip off the old block, aren't I? Long gone, of course, he put up the money to establish the erotica collection you've so much enjoyed." Helping the shaken young woman to her feet he moves Emily to face a bookcase."Just relax," he says calmly, trailing a hand teasingly up and down the back of her thighs."Relax," she tenses at the suggestion, "when I don't know what you intend to do.""I think you can hazard a pretty accurate prediction," he teases."I'm quite sure you're planning to punish me again," says Emily shivering with anticipation at the thought, "what might occur afterwards is what's preoccupying me.""What do you hope happens?" he enquires, lips brushing the nape of her neck."I think you can make a very good guess," Emily replies cheekily.Right now, she can't think of anything she wouldn't let him do, Emily has read many salacious books and has a vivid imagination."I'm enjoying your new look," says Michael appreciatively, "let's explore beneath; " He unbuttons her blouse to the waist, frees her boobs and rolls each erect nipple in turn between finger and thumb. In response, Emily kisses him hard on the mouth, her acquiescence clearly in no doubt. His other hand slips between her thighs and encounters wetness between them. Emily moans at this touch, yearning to be penetrated by the hard cock she can feel bulging through his trousers and pressing against her thigh."You'll endure a harsher correction this time," he murmurs, bending Emily across the desk while removing his belt."The door", she gestures urgently.He shrugs off her concern. "We'll just have to take the chance; I find a little jeopardy adds a frisson of excitement." Wrestling up the short, tight skirt exposes the soft curves of Emily's hips and beautiful bottom; Michael monetarily enjoys the sight, and then pulls her knickers down and off."Someone wants to be fucked pretty badly," he observes, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glimpses her damp, pouting slit. With no warning he straps Emily, hard and fast, leaving blazing bands of hurt across both cheeks and down to her stocking tops. She yelps, groans and stamps her feet, nevertheless thrusting out her buttocks to meet each of the worn leather's cruel kisses. A further dozen overlapping strokes sear across her fiery red behind until Emily thinks she can't possibly endure further chastisement."Hurts," she whimpers, tears in her eyes, although the perfect pain only serves to stoke a fire of arousal down below. Aware of her limits Michael runs his hands along the insides of Emily's legs and pulls her knees apart, leaving her open and exposed. His tongue repeatedly explores the length of her labia, right up to the nub of her clit, building each caress into a rhythmic repetition. Emily feels an orgasm inexorably approaching, her breathing becomes fast and uneven."Fuck you're tight," he observes crudely, sliding a finger into Emily's inviting pink cunny and then positioning his erection at her slick entrance."Stop teasing and do it hard!" she screams, last vestiges of dignity and reserve surrendered. Lewdly Emily pushes back her hips, anxious to have him inside her. Equally caught up in the intensity of the moment, Michael fills the lusty librarian with the cock she craves. All inhibitions abandoned, Emily feels the rhythm of his thrusts increasing, her pussy spasms and takes them both to an inevitable sexual crescendo. They lay silent for a moment before Michael chivalrously passes Emily a large linen handkerchief to mop the come leaking onto her nylon-clad thighs."I think my poor bottom has suffered quite enough for one day," she whispers sensually, "how about you take me home to your place and fuck me again, slowly and gently?""How about we take one of the books from the special collection to provide us with inspiration?" he replies."Oh, I think I've already done quite enough research," Emily responds with a giggle."Then let's grab a bottle of wine and see if we can't put theory into practice," agrees Michael.Cut to a year later, doctorate earned; Emily has been promoted to take charge of the main university library. There's a new young woman librarian at the Institute, still on probation and requiring guidance. Emily considers herself a firm but fair manager and has kindly offered an after-hours tutorial on the special collection. A recently successful MA student, now a research fellow, somewhat older and vastly experienced, may join them;By Select Redux for LiteroticaCleverness is SexyWinning a quiz transformed Alice from swot to hot.By Select ReduxAn exceptionally brainy young woman, Alice has pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday, the M A she's strived so hard to attain nearl
Two stories of scholarly lasses with healthy libidos.Based on the posts by Select Redux. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Stimulating ReadingSexual adventures amid the bookshelves.Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the 'Institute'. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.The research library within opens just three days a week with Emily, its part-time librarian, fitting the job around her PhD studies. Some colleagues consider it a fusty backwater; Emily rather enjoys the church-like surroundings, lofty ceilings and marble floors, and calm, quiet ambience.Starting the day as usual at 8.45am, Emily turns on the lights, picks up the post and then sits at the front desk waiting for students to arrive. The job isn't the most exacting; mainly helping undergraduates locate obscure books, its perk being plenty of time to write her thesis and, blush-making to admit, peruse the rather splendid erotica section. Something that's become a bit of a habit, leaving her distracted and almost perpetually aroused.This 'special collection' is kept locked; its key is supposedly secure in a safe; in fact on a chain around Emily's neck. Currently 'in between boyfriends' (no, not like that!) in truth modern men, mostly boys inhabiting adult bodies in her opinion, don't do it for Emily. Call her traditional, she wants someone old-fashioned.Emily's romantic, bookish outlook on life sometimes feels unsuited to modern times and is exemplified by today's attire: cardigan, blouse, and a string of pearls, the epitome of respectability; a typical librarian. A knee-length skirt, sensible shoes, minimal makeup and glasses habitually perched upon her head complete the academic look. However, underneath one (who? she reflects glumly) might be surprised to find some almost sinfully brief lingerie adorning her trim figure. Perhaps not so conservative;Later that afternoon, Emily looks at her watch, half an hour until closing, not likely to see anyone else today she thinks. Wrongly, because striding confidently through the rotating door and purposefully approaching her desk is a new customer. In contrast to the usual scruffy students (although arguably the lecturers are worse) he's smartly dressed. Wearing a tie in fact; Emily likes a chap in a suit and his fits very well. This tall man with silvery grey hair favors her with a confident smile and Emily melts inside, lust at first sight.Michael, they are quickly on first name terms, is a postgrad mature student working on the final dissertation of an English literature MA. He's taken a couple of weeks' leave from an unspecified (Emily suspects high-powered and well-remunerated) job to complete it. Meaning, she sends a silent prayer of thanks to whichever celestial deity might be responsible, he'll be making frequent trips to the library. Visits she soon begins to eagerly anticipate, feeling disproportionately disappointed on days when this charming, personable and undoubtedly assertive man doesn't appear. Get a grip girl, chides her inner voice, whatever your fantasies this is a purely professional relationship."What did you do before studying," she enquires one morning."Came from money, followed the family tradition into the City and made some more," he shrugs. "Clichéd thing for a privileged person to say but it didn't make me happy.""What does?""Good writing, which explains why I'm here in literary mode, how about you?""A very bright kid from a feckless, under-achieving family; got a scholarship, got out of my dead-end town and got a higher education. Not having money means I have to take a series of dull jobs to pay my way." There's no need to make her point any more strongly, Michael gets the implication."I detect a steely determination," he responds without rancor."Academically, yes," she agrees, "in order to remain with my beloved books, but unfashionable though it is I'd happily be rescued by a knight in shining armor. Will you be my knight?" Christ, she thinks, where did that come from? Silly mare you've blown it now."If you'll be my damsel in distress I'd be delighted," Michael answers lightly, but a die has been cast."What are you working on today?" he enquires conversationally when next visiting."These books were recently acquired for the special collections section. I'm trying to catalogue them," she explains, outwardly serene, but heart beating fast."Ah the erotica," Michael raises a knowing eyebrow, "better leave you to it then." He turns to a nearby table with a couple of hefty tomes and commences making notes while covertly observing Emily, absently twirling a lock of hair with one hand, the other no longer on the table but underneath. Much later, abruptly jolted from a pleasurable reverie by his shadow, Emily becomes abruptly aware of Michael's looming presence."You're spending a lot of time on books from that particular genre," he says, it isn't a question."Well; " she stammers."Perhaps that's why you've twice left the University's precious erotica shelves unlocked lately?"Her eyes widen in shock. "How did you know?" It's true, no point in denying the fact."I notice things. An accident I'm sure, but rather careless, some might even say naughty. Are you naughty Emily?" Silence, the cat has got her tongue. "Do you deserve to be punished? Might that be a better solution than the matter being brought to the attention of the Vice-Chancellor?" Michael presses home his advantage. "Those rare editions are extremely valuable. Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, bought to book one might say." Emily gets the joke, but it's no laughing matter."Punished; lesson?" she stammers, "what do you mean?""I think you know to what I'm referring, you've read enough about spanking, no doubt wondered what it might be like. I don't believe you're as innocent as you pretend Emily, I saw you slide a hand under your skirt just then. Most unprofessional, you deserve to have your bottom smacked.""Oh; " Overwhelmed by his quiet certainty that she'll obey, Ellie discovers in herself a complimentary willingness to defer; feels her pussy throbbing with desire at every word Michael utters. This is ridiculous, thinks her rational brain, I'm an independent woman, he's no right to demand my obedience. But you know you want to, responds her libidinous subconscious, you've so often dreamt of such a scenario, and how you'd willingly submit;She nods anxiously towards the door. With an unreadable expression, Michael walks purposefully towards the entrance, locks it and returns."Bad girls require discipline," he whispers in her ear."They do, sir," she meekly agrees."Come here." Emily stands next to him, hands behind her back."Turn around and lean forward against the desk."Deferentially, eyes downcast, Emily complies; wrapping his left arm around her slender waist Michael slowly, and deliberately raises her skirt. Emily wishes her boobs were just a little bigger; wishes her arse was just a little smaller but knows her lovely legs are just right. Now so does he.A grunt of male disapproval, "I don't like tights," he tugs her pantyhose down revealing flawless bottom cheeks, "next time I expect you to wear stockings." Next time, who said anything about next time? Despite her mounting panic, Emily has an epiphany of understanding; Michael's coercion is more implied than actual, less of a threat by him as a need within her. He runs his hands appreciatively over her pristine, unmarked bottom then tugs those unexpectedly racy, almost transparent black panties up hard into Emily's damp divide, the silken scrap disappearing between puffy pussy lips, chafing her swollen clit."Turns you on doesn't it" he growls, holding her tightly."Yes, but I'm scared," she whispers and it's true, the physical proximity and her helplessness in the hands of an alpha male are more exciting than anything Emily has ever before encountered.Emily tenses, holding her breath, awaiting the inevitable; yet the initial smack still catches her by surprise. At first, it's mainly about the ringing percussive sound, a numbing shock. Prudently Michael allows a pause, he can tell it's her first time. Gradually her skin pinkens and a sharp stinging sensation suffuses Emily's posterior."Oh," she looks at him wide-eyed, "oh yes," amazed by her compliance with the punitive intentions of a man she scarcely knows. A second spank, slightly harder this time."Feeling it now aren't you," Michael mutters, "rather different from in the stories you're so keen on?" True, the reality of what before was only fevered fiction is raw and immediate." I'll stop if you ask me to," he adds."Surely not when I've been so wicked," Emily replies huskily. The scene is set, and his hard palm strikes her bottom repeatedly as Michael methodically and unhurriedly continues, Emily's body responding animatedly to the burning sensation gradually suffusing her derriere."Keep still," he commands as she squirms in a futile attempt to dissipate the smart.Eventually, Emily has no idea how long, five minutes, or an eternity, Michael ceases her chastisement. Both are breathing heavily now, albeit for different reasons. He slides a hand up her inner thigh and under her knickers."Good girl," Michael whispers, pushing an exploratory digit into Emily's sopping sex. She shuts her eyes and moves against his fingers, Emily is needy, alas, her evident excitement is unrequited. Taking her by the shoulders, Michael turns the shaken young woman to face the wall."Make yourself respectable," he instructs in a tone countenancing no dissent, "don't move until I've left, no rubbing your bottom, or anywhere else. I'll let myself out," he kisses the top of her head, "and be back soon to do one final bit piece of research, don't miss me too much."And then he's gone; taken Emily to the edge and abandoned her unsatisfied. Which, thinks Emily, bottom glowing fiercely, is truly sadistic. Simmering with sexual awakening, she's no intention of being denied. Walking stiffly towards her chair Emily sits, wincing as her tender buttocks contact with the seat. Legs spread and eyes closed she pushes a hand down the front of her panties and addresses her pent-up frustration with flying fingers, and soon has a shattering orgasm.On Monday morning, after a weekend mentally replaying this momentous encounter, and multiple flouting of Michael's embargo on masturbation, Emily walks into work full of hope for what the new week may bring. Inwardly more confident, her outward appearance has also altered. She's taken more care with makeup, mascara and her favorite cherry red lipstick. Does her best not to tug down her hem at every step. Emily hasn't previously worn such a short skirt and worries people may notice she's wearing stockings. Once at work, it's business as usual, albeit with some appreciative glances from borrowers, being desired is an unfamiliar but welcome ego boost. Emboldened, Emily experiments with undoing the second button of her blouse.She can't conceal her unhappiness when Michael fails to arrive and becomes increasingly despondent when he doesn't turn up on Tuesday and Wednesday either. By Thursday she's almost lost hope. Turning to the erotica collection for comfort a photograph falls from between the pages of a book on 'Le Vice Anglaise'. Emily looks aghast, Michael! But it can't be, the date scribbled on the back is 1936, does her dom have a doppelganger? All too much of a conundrum to deal with in her overwrought state, Emily locks up early and heads disconsolately home.On Friday she settles onto her stool and re-opens the same book. Was Michael ever really here, she wonders? Could this have been some sort of hallucination, an epic instance of self-delusion? Of course not, get real, examine the facts, she inwardly chides. Consider the evidence of two days of sitting gingerly, the finger marks on your sore buttocks visible in the mirror. She was spanked alright, the pertinent question being whether she will see Michael again, let alone reach the sexual conclusion so ardently desired. Not being clairvoyant, Emily doesn't have a clue about either outcome, for now, she tells herself sternly, you'd better get on with some work. Mentally listing the day's mundane tasks Emily doesn't notice a familiar figure quietly enter the building until he's immediately adjacent. Caught unawares her incipient shout of shock is stifled by his hand."I'll remove it from your mouth," his voice whispers, "if you promise not to scream, understood?" Emily remains frozen, struggling to get to grips with her predicament, then nods assent."Where did you appear from?" she enquires in a small voice."Not important right now," he shushes."Your picture; " She points at the faded sepia print on the table."My father," he laughs, "chip off the old block, aren't I? Long gone, of course, he put up the money to establish the erotica collection you've so much enjoyed." Helping the shaken young woman to her feet he moves Emily to face a bookcase."Just relax," he says calmly, trailing a hand teasingly up and down the back of her thighs."Relax," she tenses at the suggestion, "when I don't know what you intend to do.""I think you can hazard a pretty accurate prediction," he teases."I'm quite sure you're planning to punish me again," says Emily shivering with anticipation at the thought, "what might occur afterwards is what's preoccupying me.""What do you hope happens?" he enquires, lips brushing the nape of her neck."I think you can make a very good guess," Emily replies cheekily.Right now, she can't think of anything she wouldn't let him do, Emily has read many salacious books and has a vivid imagination."I'm enjoying your new look," says Michael appreciatively, "let's explore beneath; " He unbuttons her blouse to the waist, frees her boobs and rolls each erect nipple in turn between finger and thumb. In response, Emily kisses him hard on the mouth, her acquiescence clearly in no doubt. His other hand slips between her thighs and encounters wetness between them. Emily moans at this touch, yearning to be penetrated by the hard cock she can feel bulging through his trousers and pressing against her thigh."You'll endure a harsher correction this time," he murmurs, bending Emily across the desk while removing his belt."The door", she gestures urgently.He shrugs off her concern. "We'll just have to take the chance; I find a little jeopardy adds a frisson of excitement." Wrestling up the short, tight skirt exposes the soft curves of Emily's hips and beautiful bottom; Michael monetarily enjoys the sight, and then pulls her knickers down and off."Someone wants to be fucked pretty badly," he observes, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glimpses her damp, pouting slit. With no warning he straps Emily, hard and fast, leaving blazing bands of hurt across both cheeks and down to her stocking tops. She yelps, groans and stamps her feet, nevertheless thrusting out her buttocks to meet each of the worn leather's cruel kisses. A further dozen overlapping strokes sear across her fiery red behind until Emily thinks she can't possibly endure further chastisement."Hurts," she whimpers, tears in her eyes, although the perfect pain only serves to stoke a fire of arousal down below. Aware of her limits Michael runs his hands along the insides of Emily's legs and pulls her knees apart, leaving her open and exposed. His tongue repeatedly explores the length of her labia, right up to the nub of her clit, building each caress into a rhythmic repetition. Emily feels an orgasm inexorably approaching, her breathing becomes fast and uneven."Fuck you're tight," he observes crudely, sliding a finger into Emily's inviting pink cunny and then positioning his erection at her slick entrance."Stop teasing and do it hard!" she screams, last vestiges of dignity and reserve surrendered. Lewdly Emily pushes back her hips, anxious to have him inside her. Equally caught up in the intensity of the moment, Michael fills the lusty librarian with the cock she craves. All inhibitions abandoned, Emily feels the rhythm of his thrusts increasing, her pussy spasms and takes them both to an inevitable sexual crescendo. They lay silent for a moment before Michael chivalrously passes Emily a large linen handkerchief to mop the come leaking onto her nylon-clad thighs."I think my poor bottom has suffered quite enough for one day," she whispers sensually, "how about you take me home to your place and fuck me again, slowly and gently?""How about we take one of the books from the special collection to provide us with inspiration?" he replies."Oh, I think I've already done quite enough research," Emily responds with a giggle."Then let's grab a bottle of wine and see if we can't put theory into practice," agrees Michael.Cut to a year later, doctorate earned; Emily has been promoted to take charge of the main university library. There's a new young woman librarian at the Institute, still on probation and requiring guidance. Emily considers herself a firm but fair manager and has kindly offered an after-hours tutorial on the special collection. A recently successful MA student, now a research fellow, somewhat older and vastly experienced, may join them;By Select Redux for LiteroticaCleverness is SexyWinning a quiz transformed Alice from swot to hot.By Select ReduxAn exceptionally brainy young woman, Alice has pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday, the M A she's strived so hard to attain nearl
From time to time I ask myself: how would I feel if I lived in another place in the world or at another time? Would I even be able to live there, to survive? I think of slums or war zones. I live in such a materially and politically stable environment - what have I done to deserve it? Why me? Would I be the same and as grateful or balanced or confident in a different situation? I do not know. But I observe that there are people who are happy in very difficult and in optimal environments and others who are unhappy and empty inside. So circumstances are not everything. Resilience, strength, joy, etc. obviously come from within and determine how we deal with the outside. It is remarkable that society puts so little emphasis on strengthening, nurturing and raising awareness of this. After all, life is more than food, clothing and health. I wish you an extraordinary day!
Dan watches a catfight among the Goddesses.Based on a post by DustinMidnight, in 9 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Chapter 5It took Dan and Annabelle about an hour to drive to Dan's childhood home. It was an old house, but well-taken care of. The front porch lights were on when Dan pulled into the driveway. He sat for a minute before finally shutting off the car's engine.Dan took a long deep breath and popped his neck. In the passenger seat, Annabelle smiled, clearly excited for what was about to happen.“I can't wait to meet your parents. I wonder what they'll think of me.” She looked at Dan, a placid expression in her eyes.“I'm sure they'll like you.” Dan returned her expression with a bemused smile. He wasn't really sure that was true. His parents were usually friendly, but he wasn't sure how Annabelle might act. It wasn't even that she was a god, it was that she barely kept her hands off him, even with other people around. Oh, God, what if Mom tries talking about grandkids, or notices our rings? He shuddered at the thought.“Well, whatever happens, I'm sure it'll go well,” proclaimed Annabelle. She bounced out of the Challenger, and Dan followed her up the porch steps and to the front door. She stood to the side as Dan knocked, not bothering with the doorbell. It had been broken for a couple of years, and Dad hadn't really bothered to try to fix it. He was getting up there in age, and fighting with electrical work wasn't worth it.The door opened after a couple of minutes. Standing there was a man who looked like Dan, but older with long, graying hair and a finely trimmed salt-and-pepper beard. He stood 6'6", taller than Dan, and looked down his nose at the two people at his door.“Hey, Dad,” Dan said. The old man nodded, looked over at Annabelle, and nodded again. Dan sometimes described his father as having the expression of a grizzly bear that looked calm but could growl at any moment.“Dan, how's it going?” With a large smile, his dad's arms opened up as he suddenly gave his grown-up son a big hug. Dan groaned as the tight squeeze pushed some air out of him. Annabelle giggled at Dan looking like he was being crushed by the older man. Soon his father let go of his son and smiled at Annabelle.“And who might this young lady be?” he asked.“I'm Annabelle. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fremont.”“Please call me Gabriel. Mr. Fremont was my father.” He suddenly brought her into a tight hug. As he wrapped his arm around her and picked her a few inches off the ground, Annabelle squealed with delight. Dan was not expecting that. His father put his wife down and then groaned, rubbing his back,“Christ, I swear, Dan, don't get old.”“Well, I'll try not to pick up a box wrong and blow my back out,” Dan said with a chuckle, patting his dad on the shoulder.“That, too. Now, I will say, she is a catch. Look at her. She's so cute you could pick her up, put her in your pocket, and walk away.” He smiled and gestured to the two of them to step through the door. Annabelle giggled while tilting her head. “Honey, is that them?” An older woman's voice called from the back of the house.“Yeah, Sarah, they just walked in,” Gabriel called out. Dan and Annabelle took their jackets off, and Dan's mother walked into the foyer. Sarah was a short, plump standing around 5'4". “Dan it's so great to see you, and same for the pretty lady,” she said. She gave each of them a big ol' hug.“Heavens to Betsy, what have you been eating? Must not be much. You look as skinny as a railroad spike. Come on, you two, get in here. Dinner's almost ready.”Away from the pleasant moment with Demand Annabelle, Vanessa was shivering. Even with her jacket, it was rather cold. She wasn't sure why she was out here. All she knew was Joe had brought them here.“What are we doing here, Joe?” she asked the man who was currently wearing a white business suit.“I told you, we're here to help some people out. Now I need you to trust me on this.” A dashing smile appeared on his face, practically glowing in the dark alleyway. He pointed towards the other side of the street.“Now, I need you to head over there. Just stand around for a few minutes, and you'll see a little girl walking down the street. She's about ten years old, and maybe a little dirty. I want you to keep an eye on her, and when she reaches the crosswalk, grab her and pull her back about fifty feet. That's all you've got to do.” He chuckled and snapped his fingers, pointing toward where Vanessa should stand.“Why?” she asked. “What's going to happen? I mean, seriously, why me, if you know what's going to happen?”The corners of Joe's smile turned up a bit more.He assured her, “Don't question it. It's against certain rules for me to interfere, but for someone like you, such a beauty, you can do something. Don't worry, I'm sure nothing will happen to you.” He chuckled, patting her shoulder. Vanessa screamed, feeling pain ripple through her stomach as though she was being stabbed. She bent over and took heavy breaths until Joe pulled away.“Sorry, I got a little angry. But please, my dear, just do this for me. You'll feel real good about yourself, and you'll be doing a good deed.” He gave her the thumbs up, and his other hand moved through his slick black hair.“If you insist,” Vanessa said. Inwardly, she shuddered, imagining him doing God knows what he could do. Somehow he had gotten her to do random things — move objects around, convince a couple of guys not to work in certain spots. She remembered how just the other day, she needed to seduce this one woman and convince her to invite her back to her place. It was embarrassing; she hated every second of it. By the end of the night, she had snuck out barely clothed.She wasn't entirely sure what this was all about, but whenever she tried going against Joe's wishes, she felt a pain hit her in random parts of her body. It Wouldn't go away until she agreed to do what he said.“Fine, if you insist.” Vanessa bit her lip and hurried across the street as Joe had directed. She leaned against a wall and kept an eye out. Suddenly she saw the petite girl Joe had described. bundled up in a coat, with a backpack slung over one shoulder, she humming a little tune as she walked. As she passed, Vanessa fell in step behind her until the girl got to the crosswalk.That was when she grabbed the girl, yanking her backward in large strides for over fifty feetThe young girl screamed,“What are you doing?! What the heck?! Someone help me!” Her screams were suddenly drowned out by a loud squeal of tires. Vanessa let go just as a car swerved at high speed through the intersection and crashed into a building on the far side with a loud crunch. The car's front end pretty much disintegrated. Vanessa left the girl as she ran back across the street to check on the driver. His face was against the now-deflated airbag that had emerged from the steering wheel, and he stirred enough to show he was alive. She took out her phone to dial 9-1-1.A hand reached from behind her and grabbed the phone. She turned to see Joe Liesmith, who said, “He'll live. His kind, the drunkards, somehow always manage to live. Don't worry.” Joe took a deep breath. Vanessa could have sworn she saw white light emerging from his nose, as he looked so relaxed.“Just what I needed. Plus, hey, you're a hero. If you hadn't pulled her back, that little girl would have died. Now come on. We need to get going. We have a lot of work to do. Hopefully, when this is all over with, you'll be rewarded. You'll get your Dan back.” He chuckled, and handed Vanessa back her phone as the two of them began walking away.Dan and Annabelle were in the middle of their meal, enjoying the well-done steak with baked potato and corn.“So how did you two meet?” his mother asked with a smile as she cut a piece of her steak. Dan answered, “Well, we met at the store. We bumped into each other's cart. I joked that we should exchange numbers, so we could contact each other for insurance purposes. It just kind of happened.” He laughed and nervously scratched the back of his head. He bit his lip while Annabelle nodded and continued the story.“Oh, yes, we ended up meeting at a bar and had a few drinks, and really, it was a magical time.” She picked the ear of corn off her plate, but froze with it halfway to her mouth. Dan noticed her eyes looked milk white. Her face twisted into a horrified expression. Gabriel looked over at her, clearly concerned, and the same for Sarah.“Honey, are you okay?” Sarah asked, reaching over as if to pat her back. Just then, Annabelle began screaming, so loud it could have been mistaken for a Banshee in a fit of unholy rage, echoing off the walls. Everyone else in the room had to suddenly clap their hands over their ears to dull out the noise.She stopped just as suddenly as she'd started, putting the corn back on her plate as she muttered,“I'm so sorry! I— I— ”She grabbed her mouth and ran off to the small bathroom under the stairs. The door slammed with a loud bang, but the sound of vomiting could still be heard from the other side of the wall.“Dan, is she okay?” Gabriel asked.Confused, Dan replied, “I don't know. I've never seen her like this before.” He got up from his seat and walked to the bathroom door, giving it a light knock and asking,“Annie? Are you okay?”“I'm — blurrg! Fine, just give me a — blurrg— minute!” There were a few more retching noises, and eventually the door opened. Annabelle was hunched over the toilet. Dan saw what looked like pure black sludge in the bowl and almost retched himself. “What happened?” he asked.“Something wrong— The natural order was messed with. Someone was fucking with death, keeping someone alive.” She inhaled deeply through her mouth.“Is everything okay?” Gabriel called out from the hallway. Annabelle coughed as she stood up, unsteady on her feet at first, and then snapped her fingers. The sludge that had run down her shirt disappeared. She quickly reached over and flushed the toilet, but the sludge seemed to vanish into thin air rather than go down the drain. The bowl was left clean and sparkling as she closed the lid.“Yeah, just something hit me wrong. I'm so sorry,” Annabelle assured them as she walked back to the table. Dan followed her, surprised at how quickly she seemed to go back to normal. They were going to need to have a serious talk about this when they got home.“Oh, sweetheart, do you think it was something you ate?” Sarah asked as Annabelle sat back down. “We're all eating the same thing now, but what did you have earlier today? Do you need to lie down? We could set you up in Dan's old room so you could rest up a little.”Annabelle smiled, her body now more relaxed.“It'll be okay. I think it might have been something from earlier. But it's passed now. I'm so sorry if I ruined your dinner.”“Oh, it's all right. Just as long as you're okay. I can get you something else to settle your stomach — maybe some saltines and 7-Up? Just relax and take your time. Besides, we can talk some more. Oh, I know! We could get Dan's baby photos of him in the bathtub naked!”“Mom, NO!” Dan shouted in horror. Sarah giggled with her hand over her mouth.“Oh, honey, I wouldn't do that to you. Maybe in the future. We don't want to scare the poor girl off just yet.”“Ha, I don't think he'll be getting rid of me that easily,” Annabelle giggled, as she rubbed her foot against Dan's leg under the table.“Well, is that so? Our home is your home, so if anything happens, we're here for you.” Gabriel smiled as he raised his glass in a toast. The other three at the table drank from their own glasses.After some cake for dessert, Dan managed to move the conversation into the foyer, where Sarah was still suggesting that he and Annabelle stay longer, even as they had their coats on. Finally, he managed to convince his parents that they needed to go.“Please come on by again when you have a chance. Anytime,” said Sarah. Annabelle nodded excitedly.“I might just do that. You guys seem great. And I've got to get that recipe for the rub you put on the steak. It was divine,” she said with a chuckle. Dan rolled his eyes at what was obviously supposed to be an inside joke.“Well, come earlier next time to help cook, and I'll show you all my secrets,” Sarah said with a laugh. Dan sighed as they headed off towards the Challenger. As they pulled out of the driveway, they could see Gabriel and Sarah waving from the front porch. Annabelle waved back.As they were halfway down the block, Dan asked,“So, what happened tonight? I mean, I've never seen you get sick before. I wouldn't have thought you even could”“Just — I don't know what happened. All I know is someone or something messed with fate. Someone was meant to die, but somehow it got interrupted, and that person lived.”“But isn't that a good thing, preventing someone from dying?” Dan asked as he made a turn.“It's not that simple. There needs to be a balance, as fate dictates. That person is kind of a wild card now. Really, when someone messes with fate and prevents a person from dying when they're not a god of death, it can cause chaos and destruction. Last time this happened, it didn't end well,” Annabelle murmured as she leaned back, closing her eyes.“What happened last time?” Dan asked while keeping his eyes on the road.“There were two events in the last hundred years. One of them involved a god of war who felt mercy for a soldier and prevented him from dying by convincing another soldier not to kill him. Turns out that soldier was Hitler, and I think you know what happened there. The other time, it was john Wayne Gacy.”“Yikes, that is bad…” Dan responded as he glanced over at her. She looked so relaxed, seeming to be close to falling asleep. Especially with her current body that toned down her normal beauty and curves, it almost made Dan forget that she was a goddess.“It can be bad, though whatever happens with that survivor, only the future will tell. Going back even further, there have been some good results — but there might be chaos, too. Dan— I think I'm gonna sleep a bit. Wake me up when we get home.”“Of course. Rest up — you've earned it, Annie.”“Thank you,” Annabelle said. She sighed, and her head flopped to the left, almost falling on his shoulder. His heart nearly skipped a beat, but he concentrated on his driving, not even bothering to turn the music on.He drove the rest of the way just listening to the road noise mixed with Annabelle's quiet breathing, occasionally looking over to see the goddess snooze. He finally pulled into his parking space and turned the engine off. He watched her for a minute and couldn't help but think,Maybe it's not too bad, us being married. He sighed, then nudged her a bit and quietly said,“Hey, wake up there.”He shook her on the shoulder, but Annabelle brushed him off. He got out of the car, and as he walked around to the other side, he briefly wondered what it would be like to be a god. With a sigh, he opened the passenger door, extricated the goddess from the seatbelt, and put her over his shoulder. The enhanced strength she had given him was really coming in handy as he carried her off. He brought her all the way to their apartment and put her into bed, taking her shoes off and putting a blanket over her.Dan stayed up a little while longer. He tried watching something on TV, something about mythology, but all he could think about was the goddess in his own bed. He was also worried that something was happening that was messing with the balance of nature. There was a feeling he just couldn't push away — a bad feeling that there was something wrong with the world.In the early hours of the morning, Dan suddenly heard a crashing sound coming from the living room. Dan groaned and looked over, seeing Annabelle still asleep. He got up and walked into the living room. As he turned the corner, he saw the apartment's front door broken open.“What the hell?” he exclaimed, seeing the door hanging off the hinges. As he stood there confused, a creature ran right into him. It growled and screamed as it seemed to scurry along.“Holy fuck! Shit!” Dan screamed.“Where is Goddess!?” It growled as it ran up the wall, clawing its way into the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry, throwing cereal boxes to the floor haphazardly.Dan could see it was a small creature, around three feet tall, with long red hair and black eyes, long pointy ears and slightly reddish skin. It seemed to be wearing a plumber's jumpsuit. It suddenly turned around to hiss at Dan, who couldn't help but scream.He recovered enough to yell, “Hey, quit throwing my food,” grabbing a broom and quickly banging it against a cabinet. The creature hissed at him again, then jumped up and ran back into the living room.“Where is Goddess?!” it growled once again. Dan turned the living room light on to see that the creature was messing with his TV It ripped the back off and appeared to be doing something with the now-exposed circuit boards. The television turned on, flipped through a bunch of channels quickly, and settled on a porn movie.“She's asleep, damn it! Now quit fucking with my television!” Dan grabbed a souvenir baseball from the mantel above the fireplace, throwing it at the little devil. It missed by a mile, hitting the TV square in its flat screen and leaving a crack in the glass. Dan groaned in annoyance and ran at the creature. The goblin met him halfway, lunging at him, screaming, and latching onto his face.“Motherfucker!” Dan screamed himself. He lurched forward, trying to slam it against the nearest wall, trying to get it off him. It wrapped its legs around his face as it once again demanded,“Where is my goddess?!”With its body against his face, Dan realized that he was dealing with a female. A female what? Who knew? He was groaning, and she was grunting as he kept slam her into the wall.He felt her relax slightly, and he managed to pull the little thing off him and throw it out the doorway. He took a deep breath as he saw it bang against the opposite wall of the hallway. Hearing a chuckling sound behind him, he turned to see Bast sitting there in her cat form, her tail swaying.“Why didn't you help me?” he grunted.“‘Cause it was too much fun, and how often do you see a gremlin headbutt a human in the ass?”
reference: Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, Powers Within, Chapter XI Power of Control, pp. 96-97 This episode is also available as a blog post at https://sriaurobindostudies.wordpress.com/2024/11/25/understanding-the-issues-of-mastery-over-vibrations-inwardly-and-in-the-external-world/ Video presentations, interviews and podcast episodes are all available on the YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/@santoshkrinsky871 More information about Sri Aurobindo can be found at www.aurobindo.net The US editions and links to e-book editions of Sri Aurobindo's writings can be found at Lotus Press www.lotuspress.com
Two stories of scholarly lasses with healthy libidos.Based on the posts by Select Redux. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Stimulating ReadingSexual adventures amid the bookshelves.Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the ‘Institute’. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.The research library within opens just three days a week with Emily, its part-time librarian, fitting the job around her PhD studies. Some colleagues consider it a fusty backwater; Emily rather enjoys the church-like surroundings, lofty ceilings and marble floors, and calm, quiet ambience.Starting the day as usual at 8.45am, Emily turns on the lights, picks up the post and then sits at the front desk waiting for students to arrive. The job isn’t the most exacting; mainly helping undergraduates locate obscure books, its perk being plenty of time to write her thesis and, blush-making to admit, peruse the rather splendid erotica section. Something that’s become a bit of a habit, leaving her distracted and almost perpetually aroused.This 'special collection’ is kept locked; its key is supposedly secure in a safe; in fact on a chain around Emily’s neck. Currently 'in between boyfriends’ (no, not like that!) in truth modern men, mostly boys inhabiting adult bodies in her opinion, don’t do it for Emily. Call her traditional, she wants someone old-fashioned.Emily’s romantic, bookish outlook on life sometimes feels unsuited to modern times and is exemplified by today’s attire: cardigan, blouse, and a string of pearls, the epitome of respectability; a typical librarian. A knee-length skirt, sensible shoes, minimal makeup and glasses habitually perched upon her head complete the academic look. However, underneath one (who? she reflects glumly) might be surprised to find some almost sinfully brief lingerie adorning her trim figure. Perhaps not so conservative;Later that afternoon, Emily looks at her watch, half an hour until closing, not likely to see anyone else today she thinks. Wrongly, because striding confidently through the rotating door and purposefully approaching her desk is a new customer. In contrast to the usual scruffy students (although arguably the lecturers are worse) he’s smartly dressed. Wearing a tie in fact; Emily likes a chap in a suit and his fits very well. This tall man with silvery grey hair favors her with a confident smile and Emily melts inside, lust at first sight.Michael, they are quickly on first name terms, is a postgrad mature student working on the final dissertation of an English literature MA. He’s taken a couple of weeks’ leave from an unspecified (Emily suspects high-powered and well-remunerated) job to complete it. Meaning, she sends a silent prayer of thanks to whichever celestial deity might be responsible, he’ll be making frequent trips to the library. Visits she soon begins to eagerly anticipate, feeling disproportionately disappointed on days when this charming, personable and undoubtedly assertive man doesn’t appear. Get a grip girl, chides her inner voice, whatever your fantasies this is a purely professional relationship.“What did you do before studying,” she enquires one morning.“Came from money, followed the family tradition into the City and made some more,” he shrugs. “Clichéd thing for a privileged person to say but it didn’t make me happy.”“What does?”“Good writing, which explains why I’m here in literary mode, how about you?”“A very bright kid from a feckless, under-achieving family; got a scholarship, got out of my dead-end town and got a higher education. Not having money means I have to take a series of dull jobs to pay my way.” There’s no need to make her point any more strongly, Michael gets the implication.“I detect a steely determination,” he responds without rancor.“Academically, yes,” she agrees, “in order to remain with my beloved books, but unfashionable though it is I’d happily be rescued by a knight in shining armor. Will you be my knight?” Christ, she thinks, where did that come from? Silly mare you’ve blown it now.“If you’ll be my damsel in distress I’d be delighted,” Michael answers lightly, but a die has been cast.“What are you working on today?” he enquires conversationally when next visiting.“These books were recently acquired for the special collections section. I’m trying to catalogue them,” she explains, outwardly serene, but heart beating fast.“Ah the erotica,” Michael raises a knowing eyebrow, “better leave you to it then.” He turns to a nearby table with a couple of hefty tomes and commences making notes while covertly observing Emily, absently twirling a lock of hair with one hand, the other no longer on the table but underneath. Much later, abruptly jolted from a pleasurable reverie by his shadow, Emily becomes abruptly aware of Michael’s looming presence.“You’re spending a lot of time on books from that particular genre,” he says, it isn’t a question.“Well; ” she stammers.“Perhaps that’s why you’ve twice left the University’s precious erotica shelves unlocked lately?”Her eyes widen in shock. “How did you know?” It’s true, no point in denying the fact.“I notice things. An accident I’m sure, but rather careless, some might even say naughty. Are you naughty Emily?” Silence, the cat has got her tongue. “Do you deserve to be punished? Might that be a better solution than the matter being brought to the attention of the Vice-Chancellor?” Michael presses home his advantage. “Those rare editions are extremely valuable. Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, bought to book one might say.” Emily gets the joke, but it’s no laughing matter.“Punished; lesson?” she stammers, “what do you mean?”“I think you know to what I’m referring, you’ve read enough about spanking, no doubt wondered what it might be like. I don’t believe you’re as innocent as you pretend Emily, I saw you slide a hand under your skirt just then. Most unprofessional, you deserve to have your bottom smacked.”“Oh; ” Overwhelmed by his quiet certainty that she’ll obey, Ellie discovers in herself a complimentary willingness to defer; feels her pussy throbbing with desire at every word Michael utters. This is ridiculous, thinks her rational brain, I’m an independent woman, he’s no right to demand my obedience. But you know you want to, responds her libidinous subconscious, you’ve so often dreamt of such a scenario, and how you’d willingly submit;She nods anxiously towards the door. With an unreadable expression, Michael walks purposefully towards the entrance, locks it and returns.“Bad girls require discipline,” he whispers in her ear.“They do, sir,” she meekly agrees.“Come here.” Emily stands next to him, hands behind her back.“Turn around and lean forward against the desk.”Deferentially, eyes downcast, Emily complies; wrapping his left arm around her slender waist Michael slowly, and deliberately raises her skirt. Emily wishes her boobs were just a little bigger; wishes her arse was just a little smaller but knows her lovely legs are just right. Now so does he.A grunt of male disapproval, “I don’t like tights,” he tugs her pantyhose down revealing flawless bottom cheeks, “next time I expect you to wear stockings.” Next time, who said anything about next time? Despite her mounting panic, Emily has an epiphany of understanding; Michael’s coercion is more implied than actual, less of a threat by him as a need within her. He runs his hands appreciatively over her pristine, unmarked bottom then tugs those unexpectedly racy, almost transparent black panties up hard into Emily’s damp divide, the silken scrap disappearing between puffy pussy lips, chafing her swollen clit.“Turns you on doesn’t it” he growls, holding her tightly.“Yes, but I’m scared,” she whispers and it’s true, the physical proximity and her helplessness in the hands of an alpha male are more exciting than anything Emily has ever before encountered.Emily tenses, holding her breath, awaiting the inevitable; yet the initial smack still catches her by surprise. At first, it’s mainly about the ringing percussive sound, a numbing shock. Prudently Michael allows a pause, he can tell it’s her first time. Gradually her skin pinkens and a sharp stinging sensation suffuses Emily’s posterior.“Oh,” she looks at him wide-eyed, “oh yes,” amazed by her compliance with the punitive intentions of a man she scarcely knows. A second spank, slightly harder this time.“Feeling it now aren’t you,” Michael mutters, “rather different from in the stories you’re so keen on?” True, the reality of what before was only fevered fiction is raw and immediate.“ I’ll stop if you ask me to,” he adds.“Surely not when I’ve been so wicked,” Emily replies huskily. The scene is set, and his hard palm strikes her bottom repeatedly as Michael methodically and unhurriedly continues, Emily’s body responding animatedly to the burning sensation gradually suffusing her derriere.“Keep still,” he commands as she squirms in a futile attempt to dissipate the smart.Eventually, Emily has no idea how long, five minutes, or an eternity, Michael ceases her chastisement. Both are breathing heavily now, albeit for different reasons. He slides a hand up her inner thigh and under her knickers.“Good girl,” Michael whispers, pushing an exploratory digit into Emily’s sopping sex. She shuts her eyes and moves against his fingers, Emily is needy, alas, her evident excitement is unrequited. Taking her by the shoulders, Michael turns the shaken young woman to face the wall.“Make yourself respectable,” he instructs in a tone countenancing no dissent, “don’t move until I’ve left, no rubbing your bottom, or anywhere else. I’ll let myself out,” he kisses the top of her head, “and be back soon to do one final bit piece of research, don’t miss me too much.”And then he’s gone; taken Emily to the edge and abandoned her unsatisfied. Which, thinks Emily, bottom glowing fiercely, is truly sadistic. Simmering with sexual awakening, she’s no intention of being denied. Walking stiffly towards her chair Emily sits, wincing as her tender buttocks contact with the seat. Legs spread and eyes closed she pushes a hand down the front of her panties and addresses her pent-up frustration with flying fingers, and soon has a shattering orgasm.On Monday morning, after a weekend mentally replaying this momentous encounter, and multiple flouting of Michael’s embargo on masturbation, Emily walks into work full of hope for what the new week may bring. Inwardly more confident, her outward appearance has also altered. She’s taken more care with makeup, mascara and her favorite cherry red lipstick. Does her best not to tug down her hem at every step. Emily hasn’t previously worn such a short skirt and worries people may notice she’s wearing stockings. Once at work, it’s business as usual, albeit with some appreciative glances from borrowers, being desired is an unfamiliar but welcome ego boost. Emboldened, Emily experiments with undoing the second button of her blouse.She can’t conceal her unhappiness when Michael fails to arrive and becomes increasingly despondent when he doesn’t turn up on Tuesday and Wednesday either. By Thursday she’s almost lost hope. Turning to the erotica collection for comfort a photograph falls from between the pages of a book on 'Le Vice Anglaise’. Emily looks aghast, Michael! But it can’t be, the date scribbled on the back is 1936, does her dom have a doppelganger? All too much of a conundrum to deal with in her overwrought state, Emily locks up early and heads disconsolately home.On Friday she settles onto her stool and re-opens the same book. Was Michael ever really here, she wonders? Could this have been some sort of hallucination, an epic instance of self-delusion? Of course not, get real, examine the facts, she inwardly chides. Consider the evidence of two days of sitting gingerly, the finger marks on your sore buttocks visible in the mirror. She was spanked alright, the pertinent question being whether she will see Michael again, let alone reach the sexual conclusion so ardently desired. Not being clairvoyant, Emily doesn’t have a clue about either outcome, for now, she tells herself sternly, you’d better get on with some work. Mentally listing the day’s mundane tasks Emily doesn’t notice a familiar figure quietly enter the building until he’s immediately adjacent. Caught unawares her incipient shout of shock is stifled by his hand.“I’ll remove it from your mouth,” his voice whispers, “if you promise not to scream, understood?” Emily remains frozen, struggling to get to grips with her predicament, then nods assent.“Where did you appear from?” she enquires in a small voice.“Not important right now,” he shushes.“Your picture; ” She points at the faded sepia print on the table.“My father,” he laughs, “chip off the old block, aren’t I? Long gone, of course, he put up the money to establish the erotica collection you’ve so much enjoyed.” Helping the shaken young woman to her feet he moves Emily to face a bookcase.“Just relax,” he says calmly, trailing a hand teasingly up and down the back of her thighs.“Relax,” she tenses at the suggestion, “when I don’t know what you intend to do.”“I think you can hazard a pretty accurate prediction,” he teases.“I’m quite sure you’re planning to punish me again,” says Emily shivering with anticipation at the thought, “what might occur afterwards is what’s preoccupying me.”“What do you hope happens?” he enquires, lips brushing the nape of her neck.“I think you can make a very good guess,” Emily replies cheekily.Right now, she can’t think of anything she wouldn’t let him do, Emily has read many salacious books and has a vivid imagination.“I’m enjoying your new look,” says Michael appreciatively, “let’s explore beneath; ” He unbuttons her blouse to the waist, frees her boobs and rolls each erect nipple in turn between finger and thumb. In response, Emily kisses him hard on the mouth, her acquiescence clearly in no doubt. His other hand slips between her thighs and encounters wetness between them. Emily moans at this touch, yearning to be penetrated by the hard cock she can feel bulging through his trousers and pressing against her thigh.“You’ll endure a harsher correction this time,” he murmurs, bending Emily across the desk while removing his belt.“The door”, she gestures urgently.He shrugs off her concern. “We’ll just have to take the chance; I find a little jeopardy adds a frisson of excitement.” Wrestling up the short, tight skirt exposes the soft curves of Emily’s hips and beautiful bottom; Michael monetarily enjoys the sight, and then pulls her knickers down and off.“Someone wants to be fucked pretty badly,” he observes, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glimpses her damp, pouting slit. With no warning he straps Emily, hard and fast, leaving blazing bands of hurt across both cheeks and down to her stocking tops. She yelps, groans and stamps her feet, nevertheless thrusting out her buttocks to meet each of the worn leather’s cruel kisses. A further dozen overlapping strokes sear across her fiery red behind until Emily thinks she can’t possibly endure further chastisement.“Hurts,” she whimpers, tears in her eyes, although the perfect pain only serves to stoke a fire of arousal down below. Aware of her limits Michael runs his hands along the insides of Emily’s legs and pulls her knees apart, leaving her open and exposed. His tongue repeatedly explores the length of her labia, right up to the nub of her clit, building each caress into a rhythmic repetition. Emily feels an orgasm inexorably approaching, her breathing becomes fast and uneven.“Fuck you’re tight,” he observes crudely, sliding a finger into Emily’s inviting pink cunny and then positioning his erection at her slick entrance.“Stop teasing and do it hard!” she screams, last vestiges of dignity and reserve surrendered. Lewdly Emily pushes back her hips, anxious to have him inside her. Equally caught up in the intensity of the moment, Michael fills the lusty librarian with the cock she craves. All inhibitions abandoned, Emily feels the rhythm of his thrusts increasing, her pussy spasms and takes them both to an inevitable sexual crescendo. They lay silent for a moment before Michael chivalrously passes Emily a large linen handkerchief to mop the come leaking onto her nylon-clad thighs.“I think my poor bottom has suffered quite enough for one day,” she whispers sensually, “how about you take me home to your place and fuck me again, slowly and gently?”“How about we take one of the books from the special collection to provide us with inspiration?” he replies.“Oh, I think I’ve already done quite enough research,” Emily responds with a giggle.“Then let’s grab a bottle of wine and see if we can’t put theory into practice,” agrees Michael.Cut to a year later, doctorate earned; Emily has been promoted to take charge of the main university library. There’s a new young woman librarian at the Institute, still on probation and requiring guidance. Emily considers herself a firm but fair manager and has kindly offered an after-hours tutorial on the special collection. A recently successful MA student, now a research fellow, somewhat older and vastly experienced, may join them;By Select Redux for LiteroticaCleverness is SexyWinning a quiz transformed Alice from swot to hot.By Select ReduxAn exceptionally brainy young woman, Alice has pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday, the M A she’s strived so hard to attain nearly complete, be plenty of time to pursue other interests later. Travelling perhaps, a life outside the university library, even something so mundane as clothes shopping.Used to being an outsider, teacher’s pet, bookw
Two stories of scholarly lasses with healthy libidos.Based on the posts by Select Redux. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Stimulating ReadingSexual adventures amid the bookshelves.Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the ‘Institute’. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.The research library within opens just three days a week with Emily, its part-time librarian, fitting the job around her PhD studies. Some colleagues consider it a fusty backwater; Emily rather enjoys the church-like surroundings, lofty ceilings and marble floors, and calm, quiet ambience.Starting the day as usual at 8.45am, Emily turns on the lights, picks up the post and then sits at the front desk waiting for students to arrive. The job isn’t the most exacting; mainly helping undergraduates locate obscure books, its perk being plenty of time to write her thesis and, blush-making to admit, peruse the rather splendid erotica section. Something that’s become a bit of a habit, leaving her distracted and almost perpetually aroused.This 'special collection’ is kept locked; its key is supposedly secure in a safe; in fact on a chain around Emily’s neck. Currently 'in between boyfriends’ (no, not like that!) in truth modern men, mostly boys inhabiting adult bodies in her opinion, don’t do it for Emily. Call her traditional, she wants someone old-fashioned.Emily’s romantic, bookish outlook on life sometimes feels unsuited to modern times and is exemplified by today’s attire: cardigan, blouse, and a string of pearls, the epitome of respectability; a typical librarian. A knee-length skirt, sensible shoes, minimal makeup and glasses habitually perched upon her head complete the academic look. However, underneath one (who? she reflects glumly) might be surprised to find some almost sinfully brief lingerie adorning her trim figure. Perhaps not so conservative;Later that afternoon, Emily looks at her watch, half an hour until closing, not likely to see anyone else today she thinks. Wrongly, because striding confidently through the rotating door and purposefully approaching her desk is a new customer. In contrast to the usual scruffy students (although arguably the lecturers are worse) he’s smartly dressed. Wearing a tie in fact; Emily likes a chap in a suit and his fits very well. This tall man with silvery grey hair favors her with a confident smile and Emily melts inside, lust at first sight.Michael, they are quickly on first name terms, is a postgrad mature student working on the final dissertation of an English literature MA. He’s taken a couple of weeks’ leave from an unspecified (Emily suspects high-powered and well-remunerated) job to complete it. Meaning, she sends a silent prayer of thanks to whichever celestial deity might be responsible, he’ll be making frequent trips to the library. Visits she soon begins to eagerly anticipate, feeling disproportionately disappointed on days when this charming, personable and undoubtedly assertive man doesn’t appear. Get a grip girl, chides her inner voice, whatever your fantasies this is a purely professional relationship.“What did you do before studying,” she enquires one morning.“Came from money, followed the family tradition into the City and made some more,” he shrugs. “Clichéd thing for a privileged person to say but it didn’t make me happy.”“What does?”“Good writing, which explains why I’m here in literary mode, how about you?”“A very bright kid from a feckless, under-achieving family; got a scholarship, got out of my dead-end town and got a higher education. Not having money means I have to take a series of dull jobs to pay my way.” There’s no need to make her point any more strongly, Michael gets the implication.“I detect a steely determination,” he responds without rancor.“Academically, yes,” she agrees, “in order to remain with my beloved books, but unfashionable though it is I’d happily be rescued by a knight in shining armor. Will you be my knight?” Christ, she thinks, where did that come from? Silly mare you’ve blown it now.“If you’ll be my damsel in distress I’d be delighted,” Michael answers lightly, but a die has been cast.“What are you working on today?” he enquires conversationally when next visiting.“These books were recently acquired for the special collections section. I’m trying to catalogue them,” she explains, outwardly serene, but heart beating fast.“Ah the erotica,” Michael raises a knowing eyebrow, “better leave you to it then.” He turns to a nearby table with a couple of hefty tomes and commences making notes while covertly observing Emily, absently twirling a lock of hair with one hand, the other no longer on the table but underneath. Much later, abruptly jolted from a pleasurable reverie by his shadow, Emily becomes abruptly aware of Michael’s looming presence.“You’re spending a lot of time on books from that particular genre,” he says, it isn’t a question.“Well; ” she stammers.“Perhaps that’s why you’ve twice left the University’s precious erotica shelves unlocked lately?”Her eyes widen in shock. “How did you know?” It’s true, no point in denying the fact.“I notice things. An accident I’m sure, but rather careless, some might even say naughty. Are you naughty Emily?” Silence, the cat has got her tongue. “Do you deserve to be punished? Might that be a better solution than the matter being brought to the attention of the Vice-Chancellor?” Michael presses home his advantage. “Those rare editions are extremely valuable. Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, bought to book one might say.” Emily gets the joke, but it’s no laughing matter.“Punished; lesson?” she stammers, “what do you mean?”“I think you know to what I’m referring, you’ve read enough about spanking, no doubt wondered what it might be like. I don’t believe you’re as innocent as you pretend Emily, I saw you slide a hand under your skirt just then. Most unprofessional, you deserve to have your bottom smacked.”“Oh; ” Overwhelmed by his quiet certainty that she’ll obey, Ellie discovers in herself a complimentary willingness to defer; feels her pussy throbbing with desire at every word Michael utters. This is ridiculous, thinks her rational brain, I’m an independent woman, he’s no right to demand my obedience. But you know you want to, responds her libidinous subconscious, you’ve so often dreamt of such a scenario, and how you’d willingly submit;She nods anxiously towards the door. With an unreadable expression, Michael walks purposefully towards the entrance, locks it and returns.“Bad girls require discipline,” he whispers in her ear.“They do, sir,” she meekly agrees.“Come here.” Emily stands next to him, hands behind her back.“Turn around and lean forward against the desk.”Deferentially, eyes downcast, Emily complies; wrapping his left arm around her slender waist Michael slowly, and deliberately raises her skirt. Emily wishes her boobs were just a little bigger; wishes her arse was just a little smaller but knows her lovely legs are just right. Now so does he.A grunt of male disapproval, “I don’t like tights,” he tugs her pantyhose down revealing flawless bottom cheeks, “next time I expect you to wear stockings.” Next time, who said anything about next time? Despite her mounting panic, Emily has an epiphany of understanding; Michael’s coercion is more implied than actual, less of a threat by him as a need within her. He runs his hands appreciatively over her pristine, unmarked bottom then tugs those unexpectedly racy, almost transparent black panties up hard into Emily’s damp divide, the silken scrap disappearing between puffy pussy lips, chafing her swollen clit.“Turns you on doesn’t it” he growls, holding her tightly.“Yes, but I’m scared,” she whispers and it’s true, the physical proximity and her helplessness in the hands of an alpha male are more exciting than anything Emily has ever before encountered.Emily tenses, holding her breath, awaiting the inevitable; yet the initial smack still catches her by surprise. At first, it’s mainly about the ringing percussive sound, a numbing shock. Prudently Michael allows a pause, he can tell it’s her first time. Gradually her skin pinkens and a sharp stinging sensation suffuses Emily’s posterior.“Oh,” she looks at him wide-eyed, “oh yes,” amazed by her compliance with the punitive intentions of a man she scarcely knows. A second spank, slightly harder this time.“Feeling it now aren’t you,” Michael mutters, “rather different from in the stories you’re so keen on?” True, the reality of what before was only fevered fiction is raw and immediate.“ I’ll stop if you ask me to,” he adds.“Surely not when I’ve been so wicked,” Emily replies huskily. The scene is set, and his hard palm strikes her bottom repeatedly as Michael methodically and unhurriedly continues, Emily’s body responding animatedly to the burning sensation gradually suffusing her derriere.“Keep still,” he commands as she squirms in a futile attempt to dissipate the smart.Eventually, Emily has no idea how long, five minutes, or an eternity, Michael ceases her chastisement. Both are breathing heavily now, albeit for different reasons. He slides a hand up her inner thigh and under her knickers.“Good girl,” Michael whispers, pushing an exploratory digit into Emily’s sopping sex. She shuts her eyes and moves against his fingers, Emily is needy, alas, her evident excitement is unrequited. Taking her by the shoulders, Michael turns the shaken young woman to face the wall.“Make yourself respectable,” he instructs in a tone countenancing no dissent, “don’t move until I’ve left, no rubbing your bottom, or anywhere else. I’ll let myself out,” he kisses the top of her head, “and be back soon to do one final bit piece of research, don’t miss me too much.”And then he’s gone; taken Emily to the edge and abandoned her unsatisfied. Which, thinks Emily, bottom glowing fiercely, is truly sadistic. Simmering with sexual awakening, she’s no intention of being denied. Walking stiffly towards her chair Emily sits, wincing as her tender buttocks contact with the seat. Legs spread and eyes closed she pushes a hand down the front of her panties and addresses her pent-up frustration with flying fingers, and soon has a shattering orgasm.On Monday morning, after a weekend mentally replaying this momentous encounter, and multiple flouting of Michael’s embargo on masturbation, Emily walks into work full of hope for what the new week may bring. Inwardly more confident, her outward appearance has also altered. She’s taken more care with makeup, mascara and her favorite cherry red lipstick. Does her best not to tug down her hem at every step. Emily hasn’t previously worn such a short skirt and worries people may notice she’s wearing stockings. Once at work, it’s business as usual, albeit with some appreciative glances from borrowers, being desired is an unfamiliar but welcome ego boost. Emboldened, Emily experiments with undoing the second button of her blouse.She can’t conceal her unhappiness when Michael fails to arrive and becomes increasingly despondent when he doesn’t turn up on Tuesday and Wednesday either. By Thursday she’s almost lost hope. Turning to the erotica collection for comfort a photograph falls from between the pages of a book on 'Le Vice Anglaise’. Emily looks aghast, Michael! But it can’t be, the date scribbled on the back is 1936, does her dom have a doppelganger? All too much of a conundrum to deal with in her overwrought state, Emily locks up early and heads disconsolately home.On Friday she settles onto her stool and re-opens the same book. Was Michael ever really here, she wonders? Could this have been some sort of hallucination, an epic instance of self-delusion? Of course not, get real, examine the facts, she inwardly chides. Consider the evidence of two days of sitting gingerly, the finger marks on your sore buttocks visible in the mirror. She was spanked alright, the pertinent question being whether she will see Michael again, let alone reach the sexual conclusion so ardently desired. Not being clairvoyant, Emily doesn’t have a clue about either outcome, for now, she tells herself sternly, you’d better get on with some work. Mentally listing the day’s mundane tasks Emily doesn’t notice a familiar figure quietly enter the building until he’s immediately adjacent. Caught unawares her incipient shout of shock is stifled by his hand.“I’ll remove it from your mouth,” his voice whispers, “if you promise not to scream, understood?” Emily remains frozen, struggling to get to grips with her predicament, then nods assent.“Where did you appear from?” she enquires in a small voice.“Not important right now,” he shushes.“Your picture; ” She points at the faded sepia print on the table.“My father,” he laughs, “chip off the old block, aren’t I? Long gone, of course, he put up the money to establish the erotica collection you’ve so much enjoyed.” Helping the shaken young woman to her feet he moves Emily to face a bookcase.“Just relax,” he says calmly, trailing a hand teasingly up and down the back of her thighs.“Relax,” she tenses at the suggestion, “when I don’t know what you intend to do.”“I think you can hazard a pretty accurate prediction,” he teases.“I’m quite sure you’re planning to punish me again,” says Emily shivering with anticipation at the thought, “what might occur afterwards is what’s preoccupying me.”“What do you hope happens?” he enquires, lips brushing the nape of her neck.“I think you can make a very good guess,” Emily replies cheekily.Right now, she can’t think of anything she wouldn’t let him do, Emily has read many salacious books and has a vivid imagination.“I’m enjoying your new look,” says Michael appreciatively, “let’s explore beneath; ” He unbuttons her blouse to the waist, frees her boobs and rolls each erect nipple in turn between finger and thumb. In response, Emily kisses him hard on the mouth, her acquiescence clearly in no doubt. His other hand slips between her thighs and encounters wetness between them. Emily moans at this touch, yearning to be penetrated by the hard cock she can feel bulging through his trousers and pressing against her thigh.“You’ll endure a harsher correction this time,” he murmurs, bending Emily across the desk while removing his belt.“The door”, she gestures urgently.He shrugs off her concern. “We’ll just have to take the chance; I find a little jeopardy adds a frisson of excitement.” Wrestling up the short, tight skirt exposes the soft curves of Emily’s hips and beautiful bottom; Michael monetarily enjoys the sight, and then pulls her knickers down and off.“Someone wants to be fucked pretty badly,” he observes, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glimpses her damp, pouting slit. With no warning he straps Emily, hard and fast, leaving blazing bands of hurt across both cheeks and down to her stocking tops. She yelps, groans and stamps her feet, nevertheless thrusting out her buttocks to meet each of the worn leather’s cruel kisses. A further dozen overlapping strokes sear across her fiery red behind until Emily thinks she can’t possibly endure further chastisement.“Hurts,” she whimpers, tears in her eyes, although the perfect pain only serves to stoke a fire of arousal down below. Aware of her limits Michael runs his hands along the insides of Emily’s legs and pulls her knees apart, leaving her open and exposed. His tongue repeatedly explores the length of her labia, right up to the nub of her clit, building each caress into a rhythmic repetition. Emily feels an orgasm inexorably approaching, her breathing becomes fast and uneven.“Fuck you’re tight,” he observes crudely, sliding a finger into Emily’s inviting pink cunny and then positioning his erection at her slick entrance.“Stop teasing and do it hard!” she screams, last vestiges of dignity and reserve surrendered. Lewdly Emily pushes back her hips, anxious to have him inside her. Equally caught up in the intensity of the moment, Michael fills the lusty librarian with the cock she craves. All inhibitions abandoned, Emily feels the rhythm of his thrusts increasing, her pussy spasms and takes them both to an inevitable sexual crescendo. They lay silent for a moment before Michael chivalrously passes Emily a large linen handkerchief to mop the come leaking onto her nylon-clad thighs.“I think my poor bottom has suffered quite enough for one day,” she whispers sensually, “how about you take me home to your place and fuck me again, slowly and gently?”“How about we take one of the books from the special collection to provide us with inspiration?” he replies.“Oh, I think I’ve already done quite enough research,” Emily responds with a giggle.“Then let’s grab a bottle of wine and see if we can’t put theory into practice,” agrees Michael.Cut to a year later, doctorate earned; Emily has been promoted to take charge of the main university library. There’s a new young woman librarian at the Institute, still on probation and requiring guidance. Emily considers herself a firm but fair manager and has kindly offered an after-hours tutorial on the special collection. A recently successful MA student, now a research fellow, somewhat older and vastly experienced, may join them;By Select Redux for LiteroticaCleverness is SexyWinning a quiz transformed Alice from swot to hot.By Select ReduxAn exceptionally brainy young woman, Alice has pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday, the M A she’s strived so hard to attain nearly complete, be plenty of time to pursue other interests later. Travelling perhaps, a life outside the university library, even something so mundane as clothes shopping.Used to being an outsider, teacher’s pet, bookw
Today is day 232 and we are studying A Rule of Prayer: Scripture. 232. How should you “inwardly digest” Scripture? I should meditate on Scripture and let it shape my thoughts and prayers. As I absorb Scripture, it deepens my knowledge of God, becomes the lens through which I understand my life and the world around me, and guides my attitudes and actions. ( Joshua 1:1–9; Psalms 1:2; 119:1–8, 113–28; John 15:1–11; Colossians 3:16–17) We will conclude today with Prayer 74. For Desiring God found on page 668 of the Book of Common Prayer (2019). If you would like to buy or download To Be a Christian, head to anglicanchurch.net/catechism. Produced by Holy Trinity Anglican Church in Madison, MS. Original music from Matthew Clark. Daily collects and Psalms are taken from Book of Common Prayer (2019), created by the Anglican Church in North America and published by the Anglican Liturgical Press. Used by permission. All rights reserved. Scripture quotations are from The ESV® Bible (The Holy Bible, English Standard Version®), copyright © 2001 by Crossway, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved. Catechism readings are taken from To Be a Christian - An Anglican Catechism Approved Edition, copyright © 2020 by The Anglican Church in North America by Crossway a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
What do you think makes a great leader?In this solo episode of The Happy Hustle Podcast, we're diving deep into the two most critical characteristics of leadership—traits that every aspiring entrepreneur and seasoned business owner must master. Trust me, if you want to build something meaningful and truly lead others, these traits are non-negotiable.So, what are these game-changing characteristics? First, being inwardly sound, and second, being others-focused. These might sound like buzzwords, but they're far from it. These qualities form the backbone of exceptional leadership. Being inwardly sound is all about knowing who you are and staying grounded in that truth. Think about it—how can you lead others if you're not steady yourself? This means having a clear understanding of your values, purpose, and goals. It's about self-awareness, mental toughness, and reflection. Inwardly sound leaders don't just react—they respond, with clarity and confidence. On the flip side, being others-focused is about putting the well-being, growth, and success of your team first. It's about empathy, understanding their needs, and empowering them to reach their potential. When you focus on others, you cultivate an environment where everyone thrives—and that, in turn, grows your business.So if you want to lead others effectively, you need to be inwardly sound and others-focused. These traits aren't just “nice-to-haves”; they're the pillars of successful leadership. Connect with Cary!https://www.instagram.com/cary__jack/https://www.facebook.com/SirCaryJackhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/cary-jack-kendzior/https://twitter.com/thehappyhustlehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFDNsD59tLxv2JfEuSsNMOQ/featured Get a free copy of his new book, The Happy Hustle, 10 Alignments to Avoid Burnout & Achieve Blissful Balance (https://www.thehappyhustlebook.com/)Sign up for The Journey: 10 Days To Become a Happy Hustler Online Course (http://www.thehappyhustle.com/Journey)Apply to the Montana Mastermind Epic Camping Adventure (https://caryjack.com/montana)“It's time to Happy Hustle, a blissfully balanced life you love, full of passion, purpose, and positive impact!”Episode sponsor Feeling Stressed? This One Mineral Could Change Your Life!Struggling to keep up with daily demands? Discover the game-changing power of magnesium, the body's "master mineral." It supports over 600 vital reactions, from hormone balance to stress management, sleep, and digestion.Here's the catch: most supplements offer only 1 or 2 forms of magnesium, but your body needs 7! That's why I swear by Magnesium Breakthrough by BIOptimizers (https:// magbreakthrough.com/happyfree), the only supplement with all 7 forms. It's boosted my sleep, reduced my stress, and balanced my life.For a limited time, you can get a FREE bottle of Magnesium Breakthrough (https:// magbreakthrough.com/happyfree) just for you! Grab yours now before supplies run out.
If you've ever dieted, you know will power only works for a certain amount of time. Change has to be inward. Now let me say that in my normal voice lol, Change has to be something that's done from the inside out. In this episode I break down somethings I've changed including perspectives but also, how you can do so too. Make sure to subscribe and jump on in! When you are ready here are 4 Ways we can help you! Vip Individual Week Our VIP Individual Week Podcast Mastery Program is designed for serious podcasters aiming to make a significant impact. This intensive program provides comprehensive training in all podcast creation and management aspects, from conceptualization to launch and beyond. 90 Min Power Podcast Session: For those with some podcasting knowledge looking to improve practices, and editing, and get a comprehensive guide. 30-Day Podcast Bootcamp: Cover everything from starting, equipment, editing, promoting, and best practices with a virtual community through live calls & more. Make Content Simple Again Community: Daily tips, challenges, support, and more $5 Visit us at GO.drewcost.com The Unstuck Team
In this sermon on forgiveness, we explore the challenging yet transformative power of letting go of resentment and embracing grace. Drawing from Luke 17:3-10, we delve into Jesus' teachings on forgiveness and the disciples' startled response, "Increase our faith!" The sermon highlights three key steps to forgiveness: - Identify with the wrongdoer instead of focusing on differences - Inwardly surrender the right to repayment and absorb the debt yourself - Actively want good for the person who wronged you We learn that forgiveness is not about excusing the wrong, but acknowledging it and choosing to release the debt. It's a process that may take time, but leads to personal freedom and spiritual growth.
A new MP3 sermon from Grace Presbyterian Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: “We Are Called to Purity Outward and Inwardly” Subtitle: God's Law - 10 Commandments Speaker: Theo Van Blerk Broadcaster: Grace Presbyterian Church Event: Sunday Service Date: 7/28/2024 Bible: Matthew 5:27-32; 1 Thessalonians 4:1-8 Length: 34 min.
A new MP3 sermon from Grace Presbyterian Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: “We Are Called to Purity Outward and Inwardly” Subtitle: God's Law - 10 Commandments Speaker: Theo Van Blerk Broadcaster: Grace Presbyterian Church Event: Sunday Service Date: 7/28/2024 Bible: Matthew 5:27-32; 1 Thessalonians 4:1-8 Length: 34 min.
In the months leading up to D-Day, Eisenhower's attention was in relentless demand, whether he was negotiating, rallying troops, or solving crises from his headquarters in Bushy Park, London. He projected optimism outwardly but resisted it inwardly. The day of the invasion, he gave the most rousing speech of his life, exhorting the tens of thousands of young men of the “Great Crusade” ahead of them. Then in a fleeting moment of quiet, he wrote out a draft of a resignation letter in case the invasion failed.Outwardly, Eisenhower was a genial cypher. He was liked by all and seemed to make success inevitable. Inwardly, he was near constantly abuzz with brilliance, exhaustion, will, frustration, and the acute awareness that failure was always a possibility. The D-Day landing sees him at this unique, extraordinarily consequential moment, for D-Day would not only go down as one of the most important military successes in history but would also forge a modern George Washington.To explore this story, we are joined with today's guest, Michel Paradis, author of “The Light of Battle.” We see how Ike masterminded D-Day, wielding his unique leadership skills to save Europe and shape the course of history.
We are living in a day when the Christian church faces challenges both inward and outward. Outwardly, we see Islam advancing as a world religion. Inwardly, we are experiencing a divisive period in our church regarding doctrine of orthodoxy like the Trinity. In this episode, Matthew Barrett and David and Jennifer McNutt, the authors of… Download Audio
The third lab of Remedial Human Sexuality continues, as the classmates were asked to demonstrate specific intercourse techniques. By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the ► Podcast At Steamy Stories. Lab Three Continues Demonstration Three Rebecca was still seated between Bruce's legs, on the sofa, so she could gently grind her big booty against his cock. As the professors called them up to demonstrate ‘Doggie Style' Rebecca slowly got up to head toward the mat. As she got up Bruce could only stare and be amazed at Rebecca's big, round ass. He eventually got up and followed her to the mat where she got down on her hands and knees and presented her big booty to Bruce. Bruce got behind her and just admired her ass for a bit rubbing his hand over her smooth ass. Devon, having just finished demonstrating his sexual prowess with the amazon goddess, Bethany; went to the newly vacated sofa and laid down with his back against an armrest, and he gestured for Bethany to lay down with her back on his chest. Once reclined, Devon resumed his quiet delight in fondling Bethany's hefty breasts. While Bethany's head rested on his shoulder, he nibbled on her ear, until their noises became an obvious distraction. Rather than risk being told to disentangle, he contented himself in softly kneading her breasts, only occasionally pinching a nipple. Bruce continued to admire Rebecca and he fondled her luscious ass and wet cunt. Inwardly, Bruce was giddy. He thought; ‘Wow this is the best booty I've ever seen I can't believe I get to fuck Rebecca doggy style and just grab on to this huge ass.' He then got in position behind Rebecca and rubbed his long cock against her slit. “Come on enough teasing,” Rebecca moaned to him, “I want to feel you inside of me already!” Following her request, Bruce lined up his cock and then started to push it inside Rebecca's pussy. Rebecca moaned at the intrusion of Bruce's cock as he kept sliding deeper inside of her. Rebecca couldn't believe how deep Bruce was getting inside of her; it was definitely the deepest she had ever felt a man inside her before. Bruce grabbed onto Rebecca's hips and started thrusting away with nice long strokes that she could feel deep inside herself on the upstroke. Rebecca reached down and started playing with her clit while Bruce continued to thrust inside her. ‘God this feels amazing,' thought Rebecca to herself, ‘Finally another good reason to have a nice big ass. If my big ass gets me fucked like this then I'm going to have to start bending over more and showing it off.' Bruce started to feel a little tension in his balls and started to worry that he was going to cum too soon. However, his worries were calmed down when Mrs. Garza told them it was time to stop. Rebecca moaned in displeasure when she felt Bruce pull his cock all of the way out of her. “Alright thank you for that demonstration of doggy style. When you're able, you may sit down.” Mrs Garza instructed. Demostration Four Now for the next position we are actually not going to use the mat as we are going to show the sitting position. Now in this position the man sits in a chair and the woman comes up to her seated partner, then straddles him, and lowers herself onto his penis, while facing him. Now in this position the woman has most of the control. The man just sits back and the woman uses his cock to get herself off while he enjoys watching.” She explained. Mr. Garza set a desk chair in the middle of the floor space, facing the sofas. Looking at the females, Phoebe added; “Ladies, this position is perfect after your man has had a long day and you want to give him a treat. Gals, if you're horny and your man has just enough to get his cock up, but not much more than that, you can still get your rocks off! It also serves well when you guy needs therapy fucking.” “What's that,” Devon wanted to know. Mrs. Garza told the class; “when someone's feeling the blues, for whatever reason; sometimes a good screwing can effectively cure the condition.” “Now for this position why don't we have Jackson and Alexis demonstrate. Jackson you go ahead and sit in this chair over here.” “And then, Alexis; you come over to him, and sit on his lap.” Jackson quickly got up and went and sat in the chair that Mr. Garza had set up for him. Rebecca and Bruce got up and took the sofa that Jackson & Alexis left. Rebecca gestured for Bruce to sit at one end of the sofa, then she laid her head on his lap and stretched her body out on the rest of the sofa. Once situated, she amused herself, exploring his cock while watching the next demonstration. She was quite amused by Bruce's rippled chest and hard stomach. So much so that he had to remind her to watch the next demonstration. Alexis then got up to go approach Jackson but as she was walking over Mr. Garza came over to her and whispered in her ear, “Now before you go right ahead and sit on his cock why don't you give his cock head a little suck. This way he will know you are really excited for him.” Alexis nodded her head to show she understood, and as she continued to approach Jackson at the chair. Mr. Garza have her a firm smack on her nice ass, which, caused her to jump a little in surprise, but she realized she also liked it. Meanwhile, as Alexis approached the seated Jackson, instead of straddling his lap she went down to her knees and following Mr. Garza's advice, she took Jackson's cock in her mouth and sucked hard on his cock head. Jackson moaned in pleasure and surprise as Alexis sucked on his cock for a bit. After taking some time to taste his cock, Mrs. Garza had to remind Alexis to move along to the demonstration for the class. Alexis got up and began to straddle Jackson. Jackson softly placed his hands on Alexis' shoulders as she situated herself. His 9 inch rod was well-sculpted, with many veins squiggled and bulging along the skin of his glorious shaft. It was aimed directly at her vagina, then she started to slowly lower herself onto Jackson's cock. With just his tip in her opening, she felt a firm pressure, followed by a stinging moment, immediately followed by her own downward drop a couple inches lower. She stopped and looked deeply into Jackson's eyes. Jackson knew. “Take your time” He whispered in her ear. “We can take a break if you need to.” She nodded, then kissed him. Their tongues danced together in warm, wet, pleasure. The stinging in her vagina subsided. Jackson stopped the kiss and whispered in her ear again; “Do you need a break?” “Don't you dare stop” she whispered back. “This is a moment I dreamed of. I want your cock, further inside me, now!” “My pleasure, it's my honor to please you.” was Jackson's reply. ‘Oh my gosh', Alexis marveled. ‘Jackson's cock is so big. I can't believe how deep he is going inside me.' She moaned out loud as she felt Jackson slide deep inside of her. After taking most of Jackson's cock inside her, she had to stop before taking him all the way. She took some time to adjust to Jackson's cock inside of her. Jackson meanwhile, loved every minute of Alexis sliding her really tight pussy down on his cock. Her pussy felt so good, gripping his cock. Feeling her pause for a moment Jackson reached around and grabbed hold of Alexis's firm ass and held her up a bit as she adjusted to his large size. Eventually, Alexis started riding Jackson's penis again, which caused Jackson to moan and grab Alexis's ass, then he ran his finger over her anus as he felt her pussy start to massage his dick. As Alexis bounced up and down on Jackson's cock, Jackson leaned forward and took one of Alexis's long nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue across her hard nipple. Alexis moaned as she felt Jackson suck on her hard, sensitive nipple while also enjoying his hands holding on tight to her ass. His index finger on her ‘rosebud' felt so arousing! Alexis was actually feeling so good that she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm in her vagina. She started moaning harder and grabbing on tighter to Jackson as she bounced more on his dick. Finally she surprising reached a crescendo and had a very powerful orgasm on Jackson's penis. Jackson was so surprised to feel Alexis cumming on his dick and loved feeling how tight her pussy got on his cock. Once Alexis finished her orgasm Mrs. Garza interrupted her sexual bliss. “Well now that Alexis has finished enjoying herself, I think it is time for us to proceed to the next position.” Demonstration Five Mrs. Garza then addressed the class again, “Now for the next position we will demonstrate the side-by-side position commonly known as spooning. In this position the woman lies on her side with the man behind her. He then slowly scoots behind her and slowly penetrates her. This position is perfect for a lazy morning when you wake up and feel your man pressing his morning wood into your ass. You then just open your legs a little bit and let him push inside of you. Now to demonstrate this position why don't we have Erika and Malcolm.” The two students then got up and proceeded to the mat. Malcolm lingered slightly behind Erika so he could enjoy watching her body. He was amazed that he had never noticed how sexy Erika's body was; she was all curves, full, heavy 36D breasts and a round healthy ass that fit with her wide 36-inch hips. Mr. Garza discretely handed Alexis a few paper towels. She and Jackson were still seated in the chair. As the class focused on Malcolm & Erika,, Alexis handed Jackson a couple of the towels, which he then used to discretely wipe his straining rod of Alexis' vaginal secretions and some blood. Alexis used another towel to wipe herself clean. She then took Jackson's hand to help him up, then kissed him again, and whisper; “Thank you so much for that.” He handed her his wadded up towels and she escorted him to the open sofa, then cuddled up to him, with her head in his chest and her free hand on his 9 inches. Meanwhile, Erika got down on the mat and lay on her side with her ass sticking out. She then turned back around to look at Malcolm who was standing in awe of her body. Malcolm then shook himself out of his blissful stupor, and went to lie down on the mat behind Erika, reaching to caress her hips. He then got in position behind Erika and rubbed his hard cock against the crack of her ass. Erika enjoyed feeling Malcolm's large cock head rubbing against her ass but she wanted to feel him inside of her instead so she slightly lifted her upper leg, and Malcolm took the incentive and lined his cock up with her pussy. Malcolm then took hold of her leg and worked on pushing his penis inside of Erika. It took him a moment to get the head of his penis inside of her, but once he was able to do that, it was easier to slide the rest of his penis inside of her Erika moaned as she felt Malcolm's cock enter her. She loved the feel of Malcolm's large cock head as he slide in and out of her, she especially loved when his large cock head would rub against her G-spot. Erika was quickly feeling herself approaching an orgasm. Malcolm loved thrusting in and out of Erika, especially watching her large ass ripple & bounce against his cock with every thrust. He also noticed that her upper body weight was rested on her elbow, leaving him an opportunity he just now realized. With his elbow supporting him, he scooted close enough to kiss her shoulder while surprising her unsuspecting tits by some special fondling and pinching. Erika loved feeling Malcolm fondling her sensitive tit and continued moaning under Malcolm's attentions. Malcolm loved having a beautiful moaning girl in his arms and he decided he wanted to finish Erika off so he pulled her knee way up, then let go of it and reached around, then started rubbing Erika's clit. She held onto her raised leg and enjoyed the ride of her life. Between having one of Malcolm's hands cupping her large, sensitive breast while his other hand rubbed her clit, and having his large cock head bumping against her G-spot, she began having a large very intense orgasm. Erika got an additional thrill from getting to share this pleasure with several spectators. She delighted in spreading herself out to share her naked body with 12 very entertained eyes. After Erika stopped shaking from her intense orgasm, Malcolm withdrew his cock from her well-stimulated vagina. Mr. Garza then congratulated Malcolm on successfully giving his partner a very pleasurable orgasm. Demonstration Six Mr. Garza then addressed the class once again, “Now it is time for the final position we will demonstrate today, this position is commonly known as reverse cowgirl. Now just like the position that Bethany and Devon demonstrated earlier this position has the man lying on his back with the woman on top. Now where this position differs is that instead of the woman facing the man she faces away from the man when she sits on his penis. The woman can control how she takes the man's penis. She can control the depth and angle of the man inside of her. If the woman wants to have more pleasure she can lean back into the man. Now I believe it's time for our last couple to demonstrate this position so Elizabeth and Thomas why don't you come up here and show the class this final position?” Elizabeth and Thomas quickly got up from their seats. Antonio and Thomas grabbed the mat and slid it over to the front of the leather sofa. Then he got down on the mat, but with a couple throw pillows propped up against the sofa so he could keep his head elevated, to better enjoy the visuals of this petite gal riding him. His rigid cock was already pointed upwards ready for Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked down and couldn't believe how thick Thomas's cock was. She slowly got on her knees at his feet. She bent over and Thomas moaned in pleasure as he felt his fat cock first being licked and sucked by the busty, skinny female. Then, she rose up on crawled up beside him on the mat. A swift moment after that, she swung one leg high over his head and landed it on the mat, straddling him and giving him a preview of her bald pussy. She rose her torso up, vertical, then moved down to his hips. She stopped a moment to fondle his ball sack, then grabbed a firm hold of his incredibly thick log. The next thing he felt is wet warmth and his thick cock started to slide into Elizabeth's pussy. Elizabeth could feel her pussy stretching around Thomas's thick cock. ‘Oh my gosh this is a fat cock,' Elizabeth thought to herself, ‘I can't believe I'm actually taking this cock inside of me.' Elizabeth continued to moan as she rode Thomas. Thomas took the time to view Elizabeth's round ass and watched it bounce as she rode him. Her tight pussy felt so good on his cock and he took the opportunity to reach and grab hold of that round booty. Elizabeth looked back when she felt Thomas's hand on her ass, “Yeah that's right grab that ass.” Thomas was further encouraged by Elizabeth's enthusiasm, he grabbed tighter onto her ass, as she rode him more enthusiastically. Elizabeth leaned back giving Thomas the perfect opportunity to fondle her large chest. She loved the feeling of Thomas groping her chest while one hand was still holding tight to her ass. Though his cock was thick the fact that it was a little shorter meant the head of his cock was aimed right at her G-spot, which was driving her crazy and bringing her closer to an orgasm. She grabbed the hand that was holding on to her ass and brought it around to her pussy. Thomas got the hint and immediately started rubbing her clit. A moment later he slid his upper hand down from her nipple, and rubbed his thumb against her anus. This was too much for Elizabeth and she immediately started to cum hard on Thomas's cock. “Well, now that Elizabeth and Thomas have shown us the final position of the day I think it's time we finish the lesson plan we designed for today,” Mrs. Garza told the class. After the students were introduced to six different intercourse positions, by their classmates, the professors compassionately provided them Lab Four, to both prove their mastery of the curriculum, and to relieve themselves of some very, very pent up sexual passions. Lab Four Mr. Garza then said, “Alright I think it's time for the rest of you all to finish what you were doing earlier. I want each of you to get back together with your current lab partner, and continue practicing the position you demonstrated for the class.” The students didn't need to be told twice and they all quickly got back into the position they had demonstrated for the class. The students were encouraged to work on their further mastery of the demonstration material. The demonstrated sex positions were assigned as follows: · Michelle & William – Missionary · Bethany & Devon - Cowgirl · Rebecca & Bruce - Doggie · Alexis & Jackson - Seated · Erika & Malcolm - Spooning · Elizabeth & Thomas - Reverse Cowgirl The teachers then walked around the class, to see how well their students had been learning their lessons. Mr. Garza walked by William and Michelle. Michelle wanted to try the reverse cowgirl position. She was working hard to get his cock back inside her tight recently-virgin vagina. Once he was inside, she took her time with slow, shallow thrusts, slowly getting him deeper and deeper inside her. Michelle saw Mr. Garza watching them, with his stiff cock. It was pointed out because he was so aroused by the many demonstrations. Having popped her cherry at last, she felt free. She felt adventurous. So Michelle looked up at her teacher and boldly asked, “Mr. Garza, can I suck on your cock for a bit?” Mr. Garza was shocked at his student's brazen request but he was so turned on he couldn't resist her request. He stepped up to her and offered his hard cock to his attractive young student. Michelle immediately took the opportunity to take her teacher's rock hard cock in her mouth. She loved the feeling of having William pushing his thick cock into her pussy while her teacher's cock filled her mouth. William reached down and used his middle finger to ‘rim' her stretched out cunt, along the side of his massive log. Once his finger was fully soaked, he used it to rub her anal ‘rosebud'. She reached around to take his finger, and she pushed it into her tight anus. All the while she was sucking vigorously on the professor's long cock. She used some tongue on his underside, which set him on a rapid course for exploding in her mouth. Mr. Garza couldn't believe what his young student was doing to his cock. ‘Oh my god, this girl may be just a teenager but man does she know how to give head. I'm definitely going to have to try this some more later, But right now I better pull out before I cum in her mouth.' Mister Garza slowly withdrew his cock from Michelle's mouth. Michelle had a look of disappointment on her face as her teacher pulled out of her mouth. Mr. Garza looked back down at his student and said, “That was amazing, but why don't you help out William now. It looks like he's really enjoying your pussy.” Michelle was so proud that she just had all three openings filled at the same time, but wanted to follow her professor's instructions. She looked over her shoulder at William and then quickly announced; “I'm switching positions!” She spun 180 degrees and straddled facing him, but leaned down, so she could kiss him deeply. She then said to him, “Come on stud. Fuck me hard with that big cock!” William smiled in appreciation and continued his upward thrusting while continuing to kiss Michelle. He also brought his hands up to hold on to her full, firm breasts and used his fingers to play with her nipples. This drove Michelle crazy and she once again slammed her cunt on William's cock repeatedly, to push his cock deeper inside of her tight pussy. Bruce had gone back to intensely fucking Rebecca, Doggie style. Grabbing tight on to her wide hips, he was already feeling the tension in his balls again. He didn't want to cum before he got Rebecca off. He pushed his cock all the way inside Rebecca getting a deep moan from her. He then reached up to start flicking her clit while he rammed his penis deep inside of her vagina. Both these sensations were driving Rebecca crazy and she reached one hand up to grope her firm tit making sure to pinch her nipple in a pleasurable way. She then started to have an intense orgasm on Bruce's cock. Bruce could feel Rebecca cumming on his cock and just held on tight to her thick ass while she enjoyed herself. Once she was mostly done with her orgasm he gave her fat ass a firm slap, watching it shake. Rebecca moaned and shook again from feeling Bruce spank her nice booty. She then looked at Bruce and said, “Come on and fuck me hard! I want to feel that nice cock of yours cumming inside of me.” Let's switch, she said, as she dropped & rolled over in a ball, her knees tucked up to her shoulders. She then extended a slender leg on each side of his torso, in one swift motion. Now he was on top of her, between her legs. Her swollen wet pussy hole open wide for him. His cock descended deep in her, as he laid on her chest and kissed her mouth in a most slobbering wet fashion as his cock got reacquainted with her hot cunt. Bruce then arched back up on his hands, and resumed his hard thrusts while watching Rebecca's pert tits and tall nipples bounce each time. Mrs. Garza was really enjoying watching her students, and after watching Michelle suck on Mister Garza's hard penis, she decided that she wanted to be a more active participant. She then walked over where Bethany was riding Devon's huge cock. Between the gal's F cup boobs, and the guy's 10 inch rod, the scene looked like a porn flick. Devon had taken the idea from Thomas, and propped up his back against a sofa, to get a better sight of Bethany's ‘Amazonian body'. Mrs. Garza walked over and knelt down facing Devon from the side, before saying, “So how does it feel to have a super stacked girl riding your big cock?” Devon turned to see his hot naked teacher sitting beside him and said, “Oh my god this feels amazing,” as he enjoyed Bethany's bouncing strokes on his large cock. “Here; let me make it even better for you. Enjoy!” Mrs. Garza said as she leaned up and put her large breasts in the face of the well-hung nerd. Devon couldn't resist and immediately took Mrs. Garza's large breast in his mouth, sucking on her sensitive nipple. Mrs. Garza was loving the attention that her student was giving to her large 36 Double D breasts, and started rubbing herself between her legs, surprised to find how wet she already was. After a moment of Devon sucking her breasts she pulled them away from her student and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Now what you just did to me, I want you to do to her,” she said pointing to Bethany as she continued to ride Devon's cock. Devon took the initiative and brought himself up to suck on Bethany's very large breasts. While he started sucking on Bethany's pendulous, swaying breasts; he also started to drive his cock up into her pussy more, which made Bethany moan more. Bethany loved all the attention that Devon was giving to her. Not only were her tits enormous, they were very sensual and sensitive to arousal. She had been close already, but feeling Devon sucking on her full breasts, while he pushed his long, fat cock into her; was too much, and she started shaking from one of the best orgasms of her life. Bruce was back to pounding full force into Rebecca, while admiring her shapely backside, and could feel his balls lifting again. He moaned to Rebecca, “I'm so close!” Rebecca just said, “Come on! I want to feel that cock cumming inside me!” That was too much for Bruce and he pushed his cock deep into Rebecca one last time, Filling her with his cum. Feeling Bruce cumming inside of her, gave Rebecca another small satisfying orgasm. Hearing Bruce's orgasmic grunts with Rebecca; Alexis renewed her efforts to bounce on Jackson's cock, sitting on the same chair where her cherry was popped, several minutes ago. Alexis whispered into Jackson's ear, “I can feel you getting fatter inside of me.” “That's because I'm about to cum,” responded Jackson. “Oh yeah, I want to feel you cum inside of me,” moaned Alexis. Jackson then grabbed Alexis's hips and pushed her all the way on to his cock before cumming deep inside of her. Feeling Jackson's long cock spurting cum inside of her, quickly drove Alexis over the edge and she had another very intense orgasm on Jackson's ejaculating penis. Having never had to disrupt their demonstration earlier, Elizabeth was still bouncing her round, firm ass on Thomas's cock. She was loving her reverse cowgirl position, leaning back even more than before, until her back was resting on his chest. And to take advantage of the situation, Thomas now had his hands groping her large tits. Having Thomas's hands on her breasts while his fat cock head was still hitting her G-spot, was getting to be too much for Elizabeth, and she could feel herself getting close to cumming again. “I'm going to cum again,” Elizabeth moaned to Thomas. “Good cause I'm about to pop,” Thomas groaned back to her. Hearing this, Elizabeth moved a little higher so she could get Thomas's fat cock deeper inside of her. Feeling Elizabeth's tight pussy gripping him harder again, Thomas took his hands off of Elizabeth's tits and instead took a stiff hold of her firm, round ass; pressing a thumb firmly down on her anus. All of a sudden Elizabeth moaned very loudly, and came again on Thomas's cock. This time, feeling Elizabeth's spasming pussy gripping his cock was too much and he started firing off his cum into the tight, petite girl. While half of the students had finished their lesson; Mrs. Garza was standing off behind the Leather sofa, observing the other couples still going at it, while she absent-mindedly stroked her wet pussy. She suddenly felt her husband behind her, as he pressed his rock hard cock against her shapely asshole. “Wow feels like you have something very hard and stiff back there?” Mrs. Garza moaned to her husband, as she rubbed her ass against his cock. “Why yes this is very hard and stiff,” he responded to her. “Do you have anywhere soft and wet that I might store it?” Mr. Garza said to his wife. “Yes I think I have the perfect soft, wet place to store that,” Mrs. Garza said to her husband, as she leaned over, placing her elbows on the backrest of the sofa. She slightly adjusted her position and spread her legs, then rotated her ass, so that her husband could slide his hard cock inside of her, which is exactly what he did. However, once he was inside of her, instead of thrusting he just left his hard cock inside of her while massaging her big tits; as they continued to watch the students fucking in front of them. Devon was really enjoying having his cowgirl, Bethany, bounce on his large cock, while he feasted on her impressive chest. “Oh my gosh, you have such a huge cock,” Bethany moaned to Devon. “Oh, yeah, keep licking my nipples, I'm about to cum all over your cock!” Devon then renewed his efforts to push his cock and it didn't take very long before Bethany had a very intense orgasm on Devon's big cock. Devon was already very close to cumming, but having Bethany cum so hard on his cock was too much for Devon, and he started spurting his cum up into Bethany's vagina. Bethany was amazed to feel Devon's cock actually get bigger inside of her, and then she felt his cum shooting in her. She loved feeling him cumming inside of her, and felt that her orgasm actually intensified, when he started shooting inside her. Bethany then relaxed laying her body on top of Devon while his cock still throbbed inside her. Malcolm invited Erika to lay beside him on the chaise lounge, to consumate their demonstration. She loved the elevated view and the ability to observe the rest of the classmates. Malcolm was still busy pounding Erika's vagina in the spoon position while he held one of her heavy, sensitive tits in his hand. His other hand was busy between Erika's legs while he rubbed her throbbing clit. “Are you doing okay?” he asked. “Hell, yeah! Gawd, it's like watching 5 porn videos at once, while getting my pussy screwed at the same time!” Several of the students heard the blunt remark and laughed themselves further into orgasmic bliss. Malcolm then felt Erika cum again, for what had to be the third or fourth time. ‘Man; this girl cums so easy,' Malcolm thought to himself, ‘I love feeling her cum on my cock and she just keeps shaking with pleasure. I love the way her big ass clenches when she cums. It just makes her look so sexy.' Malcolm could also feel himself getting close to cumming, and he decided to let Erika know he was close. “Just keep going don't pull your cock out of me. I want to feel you shooting inside me,” Erika moaned to Malcolm. Malcolm renewed his efforts, removing his hand from Erika's clit and grabbing her wide hip instead, while he pounded into her harder. Malcolm felt himself reach the point of no return and he pushed his cock deep into Erika and let go. Erika could feel Malcolm's cock cumming inside her and it sent her over the edge again and she had one more powerful orgasm. Michelle and William were laid down in their missionary, but managed to roll over two times, but staying penetrated. He embraced her and they were locked in a wet kiss while still grinding their pelvises. She moaned hard into William's ears after she came for the second time during their current lab assignment. She was amazed at how well William could fuck her. “Oh my gosh, that felt so good, William. Are you getting close to cumming?” Michelle asked her partner. William nodded his head slightly. Michelle had guessed that he was getting close because she could feel him getting fatter inside her tight pussy. “Come on William, you've already made me cum twice. I want to feel that big cock spurting inside of me. Give it to me stud!” Michelle told William. Feeling more confident and turned on by Michelle's words, William started pumping his cock in and out of Michelle's pussy faster. Michelle felt William moving faster inside of her, and wrapped her legs tight around his body. Michelle could feel herself getting closer to a third orgasm as William fucked her harder. All the sudden William forced his penis all the way inside of Michelle's tight vagina and started unloading his cum. Michelle couldn't believe how hard William was cumming inside of her. She could feel every lance of his cum, as it shot out of his cock. The pleasure was too much for her, and she started cumming on William's cock again. William could feel Michelle's pussy grabbing his cock, as she orgasmed again, and it felt like her vagina was trying to pull the semen out of his cock. As Michelle started to feel herself come down from her orgasm, she could tell that William was still spurting inside of her. ‘Oh my god! I didn't know guys could shoot this much cum. This feels amazing! I'm so glad he's enjoying me so much.' Eventually William was done cumming and he relaxed on top of Michelle. Michelle reached up to caress William's hair while his penis continued to throb inside of her. To be continued. By zachattack163 for Literotica
The third lab of Remedial Human Sexuality continues, as the classmates were asked to demonstrate specific intercourse techniques. By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the ► Podcast At Steamy Stories. Lab Three Continues Demonstration Three Rebecca was still seated between Bruce's legs, on the sofa, so she could gently grind her big booty against his cock. As the professors called them up to demonstrate ‘Doggie Style' Rebecca slowly got up to head toward the mat. As she got up Bruce could only stare and be amazed at Rebecca's big, round ass. He eventually got up and followed her to the mat where she got down on her hands and knees and presented her big booty to Bruce. Bruce got behind her and just admired her ass for a bit rubbing his hand over her smooth ass. Devon, having just finished demonstrating his sexual prowess with the amazon goddess, Bethany; went to the newly vacated sofa and laid down with his back against an armrest, and he gestured for Bethany to lay down with her back on his chest. Once reclined, Devon resumed his quiet delight in fondling Bethany's hefty breasts. While Bethany's head rested on his shoulder, he nibbled on her ear, until their noises became an obvious distraction. Rather than risk being told to disentangle, he contented himself in softly kneading her breasts, only occasionally pinching a nipple. Bruce continued to admire Rebecca and he fondled her luscious ass and wet cunt. Inwardly, Bruce was giddy. He thought; ‘Wow this is the best booty I've ever seen I can't believe I get to fuck Rebecca doggy style and just grab on to this huge ass.' He then got in position behind Rebecca and rubbed his long cock against her slit. “Come on enough teasing,” Rebecca moaned to him, “I want to feel you inside of me already!” Following her request, Bruce lined up his cock and then started to push it inside Rebecca's pussy. Rebecca moaned at the intrusion of Bruce's cock as he kept sliding deeper inside of her. Rebecca couldn't believe how deep Bruce was getting inside of her; it was definitely the deepest she had ever felt a man inside her before. Bruce grabbed onto Rebecca's hips and started thrusting away with nice long strokes that she could feel deep inside herself on the upstroke. Rebecca reached down and started playing with her clit while Bruce continued to thrust inside her. ‘God this feels amazing,' thought Rebecca to herself, ‘Finally another good reason to have a nice big ass. If my big ass gets me fucked like this then I'm going to have to start bending over more and showing it off.' Bruce started to feel a little tension in his balls and started to worry that he was going to cum too soon. However, his worries were calmed down when Mrs. Garza told them it was time to stop. Rebecca moaned in displeasure when she felt Bruce pull his cock all of the way out of her. “Alright thank you for that demonstration of doggy style. When you're able, you may sit down.” Mrs Garza instructed. Demostration Four Now for the next position we are actually not going to use the mat as we are going to show the sitting position. Now in this position the man sits in a chair and the woman comes up to her seated partner, then straddles him, and lowers herself onto his penis, while facing him. Now in this position the woman has most of the control. The man just sits back and the woman uses his cock to get herself off while he enjoys watching.” She explained. Mr. Garza set a desk chair in the middle of the floor space, facing the sofas. Looking at the females, Phoebe added; “Ladies, this position is perfect after your man has had a long day and you want to give him a treat. Gals, if you're horny and your man has just enough to get his cock up, but not much more than that, you can still get your rocks off! It also serves well when you guy needs therapy fucking.” “What's that,” Devon wanted to know. Mrs. Garza told the class; “when someone's feeling the blues, for whatever reason; sometimes a good screwing can effectively cure the condition.” “Now for this position why don't we have Jackson and Alexis demonstrate. Jackson you go ahead and sit in this chair over here.” “And then, Alexis; you come over to him, and sit on his lap.” Jackson quickly got up and went and sat in the chair that Mr. Garza had set up for him. Rebecca and Bruce got up and took the sofa that Jackson & Alexis left. Rebecca gestured for Bruce to sit at one end of the sofa, then she laid her head on his lap and stretched her body out on the rest of the sofa. Once situated, she amused herself, exploring his cock while watching the next demonstration. She was quite amused by Bruce's rippled chest and hard stomach. So much so that he had to remind her to watch the next demonstration. Alexis then got up to go approach Jackson but as she was walking over Mr. Garza came over to her and whispered in her ear, “Now before you go right ahead and sit on his cock why don't you give his cock head a little suck. This way he will know you are really excited for him.” Alexis nodded her head to show she understood, and as she continued to approach Jackson at the chair. Mr. Garza have her a firm smack on her nice ass, which, caused her to jump a little in surprise, but she realized she also liked it. Meanwhile, as Alexis approached the seated Jackson, instead of straddling his lap she went down to her knees and following Mr. Garza's advice, she took Jackson's cock in her mouth and sucked hard on his cock head. Jackson moaned in pleasure and surprise as Alexis sucked on his cock for a bit. After taking some time to taste his cock, Mrs. Garza had to remind Alexis to move along to the demonstration for the class. Alexis got up and began to straddle Jackson. Jackson softly placed his hands on Alexis' shoulders as she situated herself. His 9 inch rod was well-sculpted, with many veins squiggled and bulging along the skin of his glorious shaft. It was aimed directly at her vagina, then she started to slowly lower herself onto Jackson's cock. With just his tip in her opening, she felt a firm pressure, followed by a stinging moment, immediately followed by her own downward drop a couple inches lower. She stopped and looked deeply into Jackson's eyes. Jackson knew. “Take your time” He whispered in her ear. “We can take a break if you need to.” She nodded, then kissed him. Their tongues danced together in warm, wet, pleasure. The stinging in her vagina subsided. Jackson stopped the kiss and whispered in her ear again; “Do you need a break?” “Don't you dare stop” she whispered back. “This is a moment I dreamed of. I want your cock, further inside me, now!” “My pleasure, it's my honor to please you.” was Jackson's reply. ‘Oh my gosh', Alexis marveled. ‘Jackson's cock is so big. I can't believe how deep he is going inside me.' She moaned out loud as she felt Jackson slide deep inside of her. After taking most of Jackson's cock inside her, she had to stop before taking him all the way. She took some time to adjust to Jackson's cock inside of her. Jackson meanwhile, loved every minute of Alexis sliding her really tight pussy down on his cock. Her pussy felt so good, gripping his cock. Feeling her pause for a moment Jackson reached around and grabbed hold of Alexis's firm ass and held her up a bit as she adjusted to his large size. Eventually, Alexis started riding Jackson's penis again, which caused Jackson to moan and grab Alexis's ass, then he ran his finger over her anus as he felt her pussy start to massage his dick. As Alexis bounced up and down on Jackson's cock, Jackson leaned forward and took one of Alexis's long nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue across her hard nipple. Alexis moaned as she felt Jackson suck on her hard, sensitive nipple while also enjoying his hands holding on tight to her ass. His index finger on her ‘rosebud' felt so arousing! Alexis was actually feeling so good that she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm in her vagina. She started moaning harder and grabbing on tighter to Jackson as she bounced more on his dick. Finally she surprising reached a crescendo and had a very powerful orgasm on Jackson's penis. Jackson was so surprised to feel Alexis cumming on his dick and loved feeling how tight her pussy got on his cock. Once Alexis finished her orgasm Mrs. Garza interrupted her sexual bliss. “Well now that Alexis has finished enjoying herself, I think it is time for us to proceed to the next position.” Demonstration Five Mrs. Garza then addressed the class again, “Now for the next position we will demonstrate the side-by-side position commonly known as spooning. In this position the woman lies on her side with the man behind her. He then slowly scoots behind her and slowly penetrates her. This position is perfect for a lazy morning when you wake up and feel your man pressing his morning wood into your ass. You then just open your legs a little bit and let him push inside of you. Now to demonstrate this position why don't we have Erika and Malcolm.” The two students then got up and proceeded to the mat. Malcolm lingered slightly behind Erika so he could enjoy watching her body. He was amazed that he had never noticed how sexy Erika's body was; she was all curves, full, heavy 36D breasts and a round healthy ass that fit with her wide 36-inch hips. Mr. Garza discretely handed Alexis a few paper towels. She and Jackson were still seated in the chair. As the class focused on Malcolm & Erika,, Alexis handed Jackson a couple of the towels, which he then used to discretely wipe his straining rod of Alexis' vaginal secretions and some blood. Alexis used another towel to wipe herself clean. She then took Jackson's hand to help him up, then kissed him again, and whisper; “Thank you so much for that.” He handed her his wadded up towels and she escorted him to the open sofa, then cuddled up to him, with her head in his chest and her free hand on his 9 inches. Meanwhile, Erika got down on the mat and lay on her side with her ass sticking out. She then turned back around to look at Malcolm who was standing in awe of her body. Malcolm then shook himself out of his blissful stupor, and went to lie down on the mat behind Erika, reaching to caress her hips. He then got in position behind Erika and rubbed his hard cock against the crack of her ass. Erika enjoyed feeling Malcolm's large cock head rubbing against her ass but she wanted to feel him inside of her instead so she slightly lifted her upper leg, and Malcolm took the incentive and lined his cock up with her pussy. Malcolm then took hold of her leg and worked on pushing his penis inside of Erika. It took him a moment to get the head of his penis inside of her, but once he was able to do that, it was easier to slide the rest of his penis inside of her Erika moaned as she felt Malcolm's cock enter her. She loved the feel of Malcolm's large cock head as he slide in and out of her, she especially loved when his large cock head would rub against her G-spot. Erika was quickly feeling herself approaching an orgasm. Malcolm loved thrusting in and out of Erika, especially watching her large ass ripple & bounce against his cock with every thrust. He also noticed that her upper body weight was rested on her elbow, leaving him an opportunity he just now realized. With his elbow supporting him, he scooted close enough to kiss her shoulder while surprising her unsuspecting tits by some special fondling and pinching. Erika loved feeling Malcolm fondling her sensitive tit and continued moaning under Malcolm's attentions. Malcolm loved having a beautiful moaning girl in his arms and he decided he wanted to finish Erika off so he pulled her knee way up, then let go of it and reached around, then started rubbing Erika's clit. She held onto her raised leg and enjoyed the ride of her life. Between having one of Malcolm's hands cupping her large, sensitive breast while his other hand rubbed her clit, and having his large cock head bumping against her G-spot, she began having a large very intense orgasm. Erika got an additional thrill from getting to share this pleasure with several spectators. She delighted in spreading herself out to share her naked body with 12 very entertained eyes. After Erika stopped shaking from her intense orgasm, Malcolm withdrew his cock from her well-stimulated vagina. Mr. Garza then congratulated Malcolm on successfully giving his partner a very pleasurable orgasm. Demonstration Six Mr. Garza then addressed the class once again, “Now it is time for the final position we will demonstrate today, this position is commonly known as reverse cowgirl. Now just like the position that Bethany and Devon demonstrated earlier this position has the man lying on his back with the woman on top. Now where this position differs is that instead of the woman facing the man she faces away from the man when she sits on his penis. The woman can control how she takes the man's penis. She can control the depth and angle of the man inside of her. If the woman wants to have more pleasure she can lean back into the man. Now I believe it's time for our last couple to demonstrate this position so Elizabeth and Thomas why don't you come up here and show the class this final position?” Elizabeth and Thomas quickly got up from their seats. Antonio and Thomas grabbed the mat and slid it over to the front of the leather sofa. Then he got down on the mat, but with a couple throw pillows propped up against the sofa so he could keep his head elevated, to better enjoy the visuals of this petite gal riding him. His rigid cock was already pointed upwards ready for Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked down and couldn't believe how thick Thomas's cock was. She slowly got on her knees at his feet. She bent over and Thomas moaned in pleasure as he felt his fat cock first being licked and sucked by the busty, skinny female. Then, she rose up on crawled up beside him on the mat. A swift moment after that, she swung one leg high over his head and landed it on the mat, straddling him and giving him a preview of her bald pussy. She rose her torso up, vertical, then moved down to his hips. She stopped a moment to fondle his ball sack, then grabbed a firm hold of his incredibly thick log. The next thing he felt is wet warmth and his thick cock started to slide into Elizabeth's pussy. Elizabeth could feel her pussy stretching around Thomas's thick cock. ‘Oh my gosh this is a fat cock,' Elizabeth thought to herself, ‘I can't believe I'm actually taking this cock inside of me.' Elizabeth continued to moan as she rode Thomas. Thomas took the time to view Elizabeth's round ass and watched it bounce as she rode him. Her tight pussy felt so good on his cock and he took the opportunity to reach and grab hold of that round booty. Elizabeth looked back when she felt Thomas's hand on her ass, “Yeah that's right grab that ass.” Thomas was further encouraged by Elizabeth's enthusiasm, he grabbed tighter onto her ass, as she rode him more enthusiastically. Elizabeth leaned back giving Thomas the perfect opportunity to fondle her large chest. She loved the feeling of Thomas groping her chest while one hand was still holding tight to her ass. Though his cock was thick the fact that it was a little shorter meant the head of his cock was aimed right at her G-spot, which was driving her crazy and bringing her closer to an orgasm. She grabbed the hand that was holding on to her ass and brought it around to her pussy. Thomas got the hint and immediately started rubbing her clit. A moment later he slid his upper hand down from her nipple, and rubbed his thumb against her anus. This was too much for Elizabeth and she immediately started to cum hard on Thomas's cock. “Well, now that Elizabeth and Thomas have shown us the final position of the day I think it's time we finish the lesson plan we designed for today,” Mrs. Garza told the class. After the students were introduced to six different intercourse positions, by their classmates, the professors compassionately provided them Lab Four, to both prove their mastery of the curriculum, and to relieve themselves of some very, very pent up sexual passions. Lab Four Mr. Garza then said, “Alright I think it's time for the rest of you all to finish what you were doing earlier. I want each of you to get back together with your current lab partner, and continue practicing the position you demonstrated for the class.” The students didn't need to be told twice and they all quickly got back into the position they had demonstrated for the class. The students were encouraged to work on their further mastery of the demonstration material. The demonstrated sex positions were assigned as follows: · Michelle & William – Missionary · Bethany & Devon - Cowgirl · Rebecca & Bruce - Doggie · Alexis & Jackson - Seated · Erika & Malcolm - Spooning · Elizabeth & Thomas - Reverse Cowgirl The teachers then walked around the class, to see how well their students had been learning their lessons. Mr. Garza walked by William and Michelle. Michelle wanted to try the reverse cowgirl position. She was working hard to get his cock back inside her tight recently-virgin vagina. Once he was inside, she took her time with slow, shallow thrusts, slowly getting him deeper and deeper inside her. Michelle saw Mr. Garza watching them, with his stiff cock. It was pointed out because he was so aroused by the many demonstrations. Having popped her cherry at last, she felt free. She felt adventurous. So Michelle looked up at her teacher and boldly asked, “Mr. Garza, can I suck on your cock for a bit?” Mr. Garza was shocked at his student's brazen request but he was so turned on he couldn't resist her request. He stepped up to her and offered his hard cock to his attractive young student. Michelle immediately took the opportunity to take her teacher's rock hard cock in her mouth. She loved the feeling of having William pushing his thick cock into her pussy while her teacher's cock filled her mouth. William reached down and used his middle finger to ‘rim' her stretched out cunt, along the side of his massive log. Once his finger was fully soaked, he used it to rub her anal ‘rosebud'. She reached around to take his finger, and she pushed it into her tight anus. All the while she was sucking vigorously on the professor's long cock. She used some tongue on his underside, which set him on a rapid course for exploding in her mouth. Mr. Garza couldn't believe what his young student was doing to his cock. ‘Oh my god, this girl may be just a teenager but man does she know how to give head. I'm definitely going to have to try this some more later, But right now I better pull out before I cum in her mouth.' Mister Garza slowly withdrew his cock from Michelle's mouth. Michelle had a look of disappointment on her face as her teacher pulled out of her mouth. Mr. Garza looked back down at his student and said, “That was amazing, but why don't you help out William now. It looks like he's really enjoying your pussy.” Michelle was so proud that she just had all three openings filled at the same time, but wanted to follow her professor's instructions. She looked over her shoulder at William and then quickly announced; “I'm switching positions!” She spun 180 degrees and straddled facing him, but leaned down, so she could kiss him deeply. She then said to him, “Come on stud. Fuck me hard with that big cock!” William smiled in appreciation and continued his upward thrusting while continuing to kiss Michelle. He also brought his hands up to hold on to her full, firm breasts and used his fingers to play with her nipples. This drove Michelle crazy and she once again slammed her cunt on William's cock repeatedly, to push his cock deeper inside of her tight pussy. Bruce had gone back to intensely fucking Rebecca, Doggie style. Grabbing tight on to her wide hips, he was already feeling the tension in his balls again. He didn't want to cum before he got Rebecca off. He pushed his cock all the way inside Rebecca getting a deep moan from her. He then reached up to start flicking her clit while he rammed his penis deep inside of her vagina. Both these sensations were driving Rebecca crazy and she reached one hand up to grope her firm tit making sure to pinch her nipple in a pleasurable way. She then started to have an intense orgasm on Bruce's cock. Bruce could feel Rebecca cumming on his cock and just held on tight to her thick ass while she enjoyed herself. Once she was mostly done with her orgasm he gave her fat ass a firm slap, watching it shake. Rebecca moaned and shook again from feeling Bruce spank her nice booty. She then looked at Bruce and said, “Come on and fuck me hard! I want to feel that nice cock of yours cumming inside of me.” Let's switch, she said, as she dropped & rolled over in a ball, her knees tucked up to her shoulders. She then extended a slender leg on each side of his torso, in one swift motion. Now he was on top of her, between her legs. Her swollen wet pussy hole open wide for him. His cock descended deep in her, as he laid on her chest and kissed her mouth in a most slobbering wet fashion as his cock got reacquainted with her hot cunt. Bruce then arched back up on his hands, and resumed his hard thrusts while watching Rebecca's pert tits and tall nipples bounce each time. Mrs. Garza was really enjoying watching her students, and after watching Michelle suck on Mister Garza's hard penis, she decided that she wanted to be a more active participant. She then walked over where Bethany was riding Devon's huge cock. Between the gal's F cup boobs, and the guy's 10 inch rod, the scene looked like a porn flick. Devon had taken the idea from Thomas, and propped up his back against a sofa, to get a better sight of Bethany's ‘Amazonian body'. Mrs. Garza walked over and knelt down facing Devon from the side, before saying, “So how does it feel to have a super stacked girl riding your big cock?” Devon turned to see his hot naked teacher sitting beside him and said, “Oh my god this feels amazing,” as he enjoyed Bethany's bouncing strokes on his large cock. “Here; let me make it even better for you. Enjoy!” Mrs. Garza said as she leaned up and put her large breasts in the face of the well-hung nerd. Devon couldn't resist and immediately took Mrs. Garza's large breast in his mouth, sucking on her sensitive nipple. Mrs. Garza was loving the attention that her student was giving to her large 36 Double D breasts, and started rubbing herself between her legs, surprised to find how wet she already was. After a moment of Devon sucking her breasts she pulled them away from her student and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Now what you just did to me, I want you to do to her,” she said pointing to Bethany as she continued to ride Devon's cock. Devon took the initiative and brought himself up to suck on Bethany's very large breasts. While he started sucking on Bethany's pendulous, swaying breasts; he also started to drive his cock up into her pussy more, which made Bethany moan more. Bethany loved all the attention that Devon was giving to her. Not only were her tits enormous, they were very sensual and sensitive to arousal. She had been close already, but feeling Devon sucking on her full breasts, while he pushed his long, fat cock into her; was too much, and she started shaking from one of the best orgasms of her life. Bruce was back to pounding full force into Rebecca, while admiring her shapely backside, and could feel his balls lifting again. He moaned to Rebecca, “I'm so close!” Rebecca just said, “Come on! I want to feel that cock cumming inside me!” That was too much for Bruce and he pushed his cock deep into Rebecca one last time, Filling her with his cum. Feeling Bruce cumming inside of her, gave Rebecca another small satisfying orgasm. Hearing Bruce's orgasmic grunts with Rebecca; Alexis renewed her efforts to bounce on Jackson's cock, sitting on the same chair where her cherry was popped, several minutes ago. Alexis whispered into Jackson's ear, “I can feel you getting fatter inside of me.” “That's because I'm about to cum,” responded Jackson. “Oh yeah, I want to feel you cum inside of me,” moaned Alexis. Jackson then grabbed Alexis's hips and pushed her all the way on to his cock before cumming deep inside of her. Feeling Jackson's long cock spurting cum inside of her, quickly drove Alexis over the edge and she had another very intense orgasm on Jackson's ejaculating penis. Having never had to disrupt their demonstration earlier, Elizabeth was still bouncing her round, firm ass on Thomas's cock. She was loving her reverse cowgirl position, leaning back even more than before, until her back was resting on his chest. And to take advantage of the situation, Thomas now had his hands groping her large tits. Having Thomas's hands on her breasts while his fat cock head was still hitting her G-spot, was getting to be too much for Elizabeth, and she could feel herself getting close to cumming again. “I'm going to cum again,” Elizabeth moaned to Thomas. “Good cause I'm about to pop,” Thomas groaned back to her. Hearing this, Elizabeth moved a little higher so she could get Thomas's fat cock deeper inside of her. Feeling Elizabeth's tight pussy gripping him harder again, Thomas took his hands off of Elizabeth's tits and instead took a stiff hold of her firm, round ass; pressing a thumb firmly down on her anus. All of a sudden Elizabeth moaned very loudly, and came again on Thomas's cock. This time, feeling Elizabeth's spasming pussy gripping his cock was too much and he started firing off his cum into the tight, petite girl. While half of the students had finished their lesson; Mrs. Garza was standing off behind the Leather sofa, observing the other couples still going at it, while she absent-mindedly stroked her wet pussy. She suddenly felt her husband behind her, as he pressed his rock hard cock against her shapely asshole. “Wow feels like you have something very hard and stiff back there?” Mrs. Garza moaned to her husband, as she rubbed her ass against his cock. “Why yes this is very hard and stiff,” he responded to her. “Do you have anywhere soft and wet that I might store it?” Mr. Garza said to his wife. “Yes I think I have the perfect soft, wet place to store that,” Mrs. Garza said to her husband, as she leaned over, placing her elbows on the backrest of the sofa. She slightly adjusted her position and spread her legs, then rotated her ass, so that her husband could slide his hard cock inside of her, which is exactly what he did. However, once he was inside of her, instead of thrusting he just left his hard cock inside of her while massaging her big tits; as they continued to watch the students fucking in front of them. Devon was really enjoying having his cowgirl, Bethany, bounce on his large cock, while he feasted on her impressive chest. “Oh my gosh, you have such a huge cock,” Bethany moaned to Devon. “Oh, yeah, keep licking my nipples, I'm about to cum all over your cock!” Devon then renewed his efforts to push his cock and it didn't take very long before Bethany had a very intense orgasm on Devon's big cock. Devon was already very close to cumming, but having Bethany cum so hard on his cock was too much for Devon, and he started spurting his cum up into Bethany's vagina. Bethany was amazed to feel Devon's cock actually get bigger inside of her, and then she felt his cum shooting in her. She loved feeling him cumming inside of her, and felt that her orgasm actually intensified, when he started shooting inside her. Bethany then relaxed laying her body on top of Devon while his cock still throbbed inside her. Malcolm invited Erika to lay beside him on the chaise lounge, to consumate their demonstration. She loved the elevated view and the ability to observe the rest of the classmates. Malcolm was still busy pounding Erika's vagina in the spoon position while he held one of her heavy, sensitive tits in his hand. His other hand was busy between Erika's legs while he rubbed her throbbing clit. “Are you doing okay?” he asked. “Hell, yeah! Gawd, it's like watching 5 porn videos at once, while getting my pussy screwed at the same time!” Several of the students heard the blunt remark and laughed themselves further into orgasmic bliss. Malcolm then felt Erika cum again, for what had to be the third or fourth time. ‘Man; this girl cums so easy,' Malcolm thought to himself, ‘I love feeling her cum on my cock and she just keeps shaking with pleasure. I love the way her big ass clenches when she cums. It just makes her look so sexy.' Malcolm could also feel himself getting close to cumming, and he decided to let Erika know he was close. “Just keep going don't pull your cock out of me. I want to feel you shooting inside me,” Erika moaned to Malcolm. Malcolm renewed his efforts, removing his hand from Erika's clit and grabbing her wide hip instead, while he pounded into her harder. Malcolm felt himself reach the point of no return and he pushed his cock deep into Erika and let go. Erika could feel Malcolm's cock cumming inside her and it sent her over the edge again and she had one more powerful orgasm. Michelle and William were laid down in their missionary, but managed to roll over two times, but staying penetrated. He embraced her and they were locked in a wet kiss while still grinding their pelvises. She moaned hard into William's ears after she came for the second time during their current lab assignment. She was amazed at how well William could fuck her. “Oh my gosh, that felt so good, William. Are you getting close to cumming?” Michelle asked her partner. William nodded his head slightly. Michelle had guessed that he was getting close because she could feel him getting fatter inside her tight pussy. “Come on William, you've already made me cum twice. I want to feel that big cock spurting inside of me. Give it to me stud!” Michelle told William. Feeling more confident and turned on by Michelle's words, William started pumping his cock in and out of Michelle's pussy faster. Michelle felt William moving faster inside of her, and wrapped her legs tight around his body. Michelle could feel herself getting closer to a third orgasm as William fucked her harder. All the sudden William forced his penis all the way inside of Michelle's tight vagina and started unloading his cum. Michelle couldn't believe how hard William was cumming inside of her. She could feel every lance of his cum, as it shot out of his cock. The pleasure was too much for her, and she started cumming on William's cock again. William could feel Michelle's pussy grabbing his cock, as she orgasmed again, and it felt like her vagina was trying to pull the semen out of his cock. As Michelle started to feel herself come down from her orgasm, she could tell that William was still spurting inside of her. ‘Oh my god! I didn't know guys could shoot this much cum. This feels amazing! I'm so glad he's enjoying me so much.' Eventually William was done cumming and he relaxed on top of Michelle. Michelle reached up to caress William's hair while his penis continued to throb inside of her. To be continued. By zachattack163 for Literotica
The Art of the Deal finds some innovative applications. By DDSECRETS. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Anna was a sophomore at Boston College. She was working toward a degree she no longer wanted to pursue. Her parents both lost their jobs due to the 2020 pandemic and she refused to take out a student loan to pay for her education. Things weren't exactly going as planned. Anna was no longer able to live on campus. The cost was outrageous and her parents couldn't afford those living arrangements any longer. It made more sense to find a cheap apartment nearby which also required Anna to get a job.No one was hiring. All the small businesses had been forced to shut down many months ago and never reopened. The restaurants had closed the dining areas and were only doing take out orders. Anna needed a flexible job so she could balance her school work, but there just wasn't anything out there. She feared she would have to leave school and return home. Anna was out walking with her friend college friend, Lisa, as both girls were looking for a job near their campus apartment. They wandered a little further away from their apartment as they would have liked to. They were walking through an area that had a bad reputation for drugs, crime and was known for its surplus of prostitutes. The girls also walked by a building that seemed a little out of place. It was a nice modern facility. It was clean, enclosed and had a security booth at the entrance and cameras every where they looked. On the second floor of the building there was a sign that said, “Now hiring! Inquire inside” Anna was curious and she told Lisa that she wanted to check the place out. They approached the security booth and asked about the building. “Hey there!” Anna said; “I saw the sign on the second floor and was wondering what this place was.” “It's a massage therapy office.” The guard said uninterested. “Do you know what they're hiring for.” “No, that's a little above me, hun. If you want to check it out I can give you and your friend a pass so you could go inside and see for yourself. clip on these badges and your good to go. There is someone inside that can give you more information.” “We would really appreciate that, thank you.” The girls walked to what appeared to be the main entrance of the building. Anna pulled the door open and the inside foyer was dimly lit with earth tone colors. There was audio coming from all around and it appeared to be sounds of nature. “Is that a running stream I hear?” Anna laughed. “Yeah, it's all very relaxing.” Said Lisa. Anna saw the woman sitting behind a desk. The girls made their way over to the woman. She was slightly older than they were and she was very attractive. “Hi, can I help you ladies?” “Um, we were just walking by and noticed the sign outside that said you were hiring?” Anna asked. “Yes, we are looking for a new masseuses.” The receptionist told them. “Oh, ok Anna said. We probably shouldn't be here then.” She laughed. “Why not? The position pays well and you keep all your tips. The hours are flexible and the building is very secure. We accept only the best clientele here.” Lisa looked at Anna unsure of herself. “My parents would kill me if I worked here.” Lisa admitted. “I know. My parents wouldn't be happy either, but I'd like to hear a little more.” Anna said. “If you want to wait here for me that's fine, Lisa. But if you decide to leave then please take an Uber home. This area is scary.” “Oh, don't worry.” The receptionist offered. “I can have security bring you back to your place if you'd like. It's no problem at all.” Anna perked up; “Yeah that would be great. Lisa, just let them take you back and I'll be home shortly. There is no reason to sit around here and wait for me.” “Ok, I'll take the ride.” Lisa responded. “Anna, please text me when you're leaving so I know when to expect you and make sure security takes you home as well.” “I will and I'll let you know how it goes.” The two girls hugged, and Lisa walked towards the door. The receptionist announced; “There is a car waiting for you outside. It was Nice meeting you, Lisa.” Lisa waived and exited the building. The receptionist picked up the phone and began talking briefly. “Anna, Maria will be down in a moment to speak with you. She is the manager here.” “Oh, thank you so much.” said Anna with a smile. Anna waited in the lobby looking at a series of ink blots that are hanging on the walls. She has no idea what she is looking at, but that's probably the point of them being there in the first place. A door opened and a woman in her late 30's walked through. She is wearing a black skirt and heels. She has long black hair and looks Hispanic. Anna admired the attractive figure as she approached. “Hi Anna, my name is Maria. I'm the manager here. What do you think of the place?” “I love it. It's so relaxing in here. The ink blots kept my attention while I waiting.” She smiled. “All that the men see are boobs when they look at them. Why don't you follow me and we will talk in my office?” Maria led Anna through the set of doors. There were a series of doors that followed. There were no windows and everything seemed very discreet. The hallway was dimly lit and easy on the eyes. As Anna continued walking down the hall she noticed that there was an open door. Anna peered in and noticed a young girl cleaning the room. Inside the room was a red masseuse table. It looked very comfortable. There were several shelving units with products on the shelves. There were several red lounge chairs in the room also. On the walls there where silhouette figures of women, that looked erotic. Anna then noticed a young woman come into sight. She had on a black skirt and heels like Maria. She was cleaning the room when she noticed Anna looking at her. The door promptly closed. Maria had led Anna further through the hallway and arrived at her office. She walked through and the same silhouette pictures were handing on Maria's walls as well. “I noticed the same pictures hanging on one of the rooms as we walked by.” “We like to keep our clients always thinking about women.” Maria said with a smile. “So, you are interested in the position of masseuse? Do you have any experience? Don't worry if you do not.” “I'd like to know a little more about the position if you don't mind? I have no experience as a masseuse. I've given my boyfriend a massage plenty of times, but I have no formal experience.” “It sounds like you have enough experience to me, honey. We do a little bit more here aside from massages.” “What's the pay look like?” “Well, that's completely up to you. Our clients are all very wealthy. I guess it depends on the service you want to offer. The earning potential is only limited by the time you put in and you imagination.” “My imagination?” “Yes, if you are creative and don't mind going the extra mile for your clients it could be very lucrative. We offer a base pay of $50 and hour. You make your own hours, but once you get going you will be working off your clients schedule and not your own. I'd say it would be pretty easy to make well over 10 thousand dollars a month working on just a few clients a week. Their tip is where you make your money. You keep 100% of the tip.” “Well, how do you make money here, paying out such high hourly rates?” “Like I said, our clients are all very wealthy. They tell us what they want and we give them a price. They always pay. And they pay cash. They do not like paper trails which I'm sure you understand.” “Yeah of course, I get it. So who are these people?” “Well, Anna, they are entreprenuers, politicians, actors, musicians, athletes. Anyone with a large bank account that's looking for a fabulous, discreet no questions asked experience.” “What do you mean experience? I thought this was an all massage therapy and that type of service?” “It is and whatever else the client wants. If you are only comfortable with massages then I would match you with someone who is just looking for a massage. If you wanted to offer other experiences I would match you up with someone looking for what you're offering.” “What exactly do you offer here?” “Anna, have you been sexually active with your boyfriend?” “Oh wow, that's like a real personal question. I guess so. We play around a lot.” “Have you had sex? Given a blowjob? A hand job? Anything like that?” asked Maria. “I've given a lot of hand jobs. ” “What about blowjob?” “I gave him one. He came in my mouth and there was so much it almost made me puke.” Anna grimaced as she recalled the experience. “So I take it that you've never had sex then? “No, I'm still a virgin.” Anna confided. “How about your ass? Have you ever had anal sex?” “Absolutely not!” Anna asserted. “Well, Anna, you could make a lot of money here if you really wanted to. The gentlemen that come here would pay a lot of money for a girl offering services like you.” “I really need the money, but I don't think I could do those things with anyone else, but a boyfriend.” “Give it a try dear. Why don't you start off slowly and see where it goes? I mean, there are people out there that would pay a girl like you to just talked to them. Someone may ask you to take off your panties so they could smell them. These guys call here all the time asking for things that most of us normal people think is just silly, but to people who have the money to do anything they want, there is nothing silly to them. They make it happen. It's all desire and impulse. ” “Ok,” Anna agreed. “Let's start off with a massage. They're going to know I'm not experienced once I start working on them though.” “Well, that's actually going to be your selling point. You're only 19 years old. You don't have much experience with anything and people will flock to that. Your innocence is appealing.” "Let's do it. When do I start getting paid?” asked Anna. “Right now if your ready. I'll give you your uniform and once you are dressed you will be on the clock. I'll be right back with your uniform.” Maria had Anna pose for an employee photo, then gave Anna a short visual gaze up and down her body, then went to get a uniform in her size. Anna sat in the oversized chair that made her feel like she was in way over her head, but she was excited about making money to help pay her way through school. She took her phone from her purse, texting to let Lisa know that she was fine. “You won't believe this, but I'm starting work right now! Like this very minute!” “I don't believe it!” Lisa replied. “Anna what do you know about being a masseuse?” “They said I have all the experience required lol.” Maria then walked in with Anna's uniform. “I have to go. Talk to you later, Lisa.” “Please be careful Anna!” Lisa replied. Maria handed Anna her uniform. A Tight black dress and black high heels in her size. “I have some great news.” Maria announced. “I made a call to a great client who was looking for someone with your credentials. He's a younger man, but very wealthy! He made all his money in the stock market. He invested his entire inheritance in Tesla very early on and cashed out just recently when it peaked so as you can imagine how wealthy he is. We consider him our most important client.” “So what does he want? Just a massage?” “Actually, yes. He wants a massage and he wants to talk to you. I sent him a picture of you and he is very excited to meet you. I hope you don't mind, but I showed him your photo.” “Wow, you people are serious around here.” Anna said with a laugh. “Can I see what he looks like?” “Sure, this is his profile.” Maria handed Anna her phone. “He looks just like Superman.” Anna said with a laugh. “What's his name? Oh my God I forgot his name.” She kept laughing. “He does look like Henry Cavill doesn't he?” Maria concurred. “Yes, that's it.” Anna recalled. “That's funny you think he looks like superman because he thinks you look like Mila Kunis.” Maria said as she laughed with Anna. “People tell me that all the time.” She smiled. “So when does superman land? I was going to run out quick and get something to eat.” “Oh, he is actually on his way here now. He was at the airport when I called him. He was about to fly to Miami. No lunch break yet, Anna.” Maria then escorted Anna to her room down the hall. “This is you. Make yourself at home. We can personalize it more during the week, but for now just put your gear close by so it's in arms length when you need it. Do you know how to warm up your oils?” “No, I've never used massage oils. Can you help me set up? It won't take me long to catch on.” “Of course. Oh, I almost forgot. I meant to tell you earlier, but there are other accessories; like condoms, lube and everything else you may need in the closet to the right of your massage bed. Now, you don't have to use anything in the closet. That's not what I'm saying, but they are there for you if you decide to change any plans.” “Thank you, but that won't be necessary.” Anna said being stubborn. Maria picked up her phone as a text came in. “Oh, Edward is here. He's parking below the building now and will come up the elevator. I'll escort him to your room. Please remember to relax and that you are in charge. You only do what you are comfortable with. If that's nothing then just give him a basic massage. That's what he hired you for. Talking should be easy so do that as much as you can. I'll be right in my office if you need anything.” “Ok, and thank you for this opportunity, Maria.” Anna said with a bit of excitement in her voice. “Of course.” Maria walked out and closed the door. She walked past her office to the elevator and awaited Edwards's arrival. The elevator doors opened and there stood Edward. He was wearing a light grey suit with a white shirt. He still had on his sunglasses. His hair was combed back and he appeared to be very confident. “Edward, so glad I caught you before you got on your plane. It would have been tragic to miss such an opportunity.” “Thank you, Maria. It's nice to know you're always looking out for my best interests. So where is she?” “She's in her room waiting. She's very excited to meet you.” Maria escorted Edward to the room. She opened the door and introduced them to each other. “Anna, if you need anything you know where to find me. Edward, is a gentleman and he will treat you as such.” Maria shut the door behind her. “So you're Anna? Maria told me you just started here maybe two hours ago?” “Yes, I just started today. Not exactly sure what I'm doing here, to be honest.” “How old are you?” he asked. “I'm 19. I'll be 20 in a few months.” “Maria said you aren't experienced. Sexually?” “My boyfriend and I have played around a bit, but nothing too serious yet.” “Your boyfriend? Does he approve of your new job?” “He doesn't know I took the job. He's back home with his parents and I don't think he can see this far.” She let out a nervous laugh. Edward smiled at Anna. He wasn't much older than she was. He just turned 30 years old and did not like meeting girls the old fashioned ‘clubbing' way. Once they realize who he is it they became obsessed with his money. “So what are you studying. I hear you go to Boston College. ” “I'm going for business, but I'm thinking I choose the wrong field of study. I'm just not passionate about it. I wanted to be a doctor, but my parents talked me out of it. They said it's a field that requires too much education. They wanted me working sooner rather than later.” “That sounds like an awful way to make a decision that you have to live with for the rest of your life. You should always follow your heart. Don't let anyone influence your decisions. Not even your parents.” “It's all a big mess right now. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to afford school and my rent so I may be moving back home with them soon enough.” Edward looked at Anna curiously. She was sweet & innocent, but also a very smart. Exactly the girl that he was looking for. “So would you like a massage? I've never went to school for this, but I'll do my best.” She smiled. “Yes, of course. I can't wait.” Edward said with a charming smile. Edward began to take his jacket off and then his shirt. Anna froze when she saw how well built he was. His arms were very muscular. His chest was bulky and he had a set of abdominals she has only seen in the movies. Anna cleared her throat several times. She became nervous and flustered. Edwards noticed and smiled. “Everything okay?” “Yeah, fine.” she said nervously. “Let me check on the oil.” As Anna turned her back Edward removed his shoes then his pants as he slid them to the floor. He bent over to pick them up and placed them on one of the lounge chairs. Edward stood behind Anna as she prepped the oils for the massage. “So how do you want me?” Edward stood naked behind Anna. Anna turned around and was surprised that Edward was completely nude standing before her. Trembling, she dropped one of the oil containers on the floor. “I'm sorry.” Anna covered her eyes with her hands. “Can you please put a towel on?” “Right. Sorry.” “Please, lie down on the bed.” Anna gestured to the therapy platform. Edward laid on the bed face up. He placed the towel over his cock. It was semi hard and at least 5 inches soft. Anna put some music on and then approached Edward. She slowly poured some oil onto his chest and into her hands and began to message his shoulders. She slowly worked her way down to his chest and massaged his pecs. His body was firm and muscular. She had never felt anything like this hard body before. Anna completed his front upper torso. It seemed as if Edwards was enjoying himself. He was moaning and his cock was reacting as well. The towel Edward had placed over his cock wasn't fully covering it any longer and was about to fall free. His cock was standing straight up, near where Anna was standing Anna moved down to Edward's feet to begin massaging his lower body. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock. She was curious about just how big it was. What it looked like. What it tasted like. Edward was watching Anna as she struggled to remain composed. He moved his hips side to side pretending he was trying to get comfortable until the towel fell from his waist and onto the floor. Anna gasped and tried to look away, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of it. “Could you please focus on this thigh?” Edwards pointed to his thigh just above his right knee. “Of course.” Said Anna, who seemed like she was in a trance. Anna began to massage Edward's right thigh. He let out a soft moan. His cock began to twitch before her. “Anna, I know we agreed on a massage, but what will it take for you to just hold my cock? Maybe jerk it a little for me?” “ I don't know sir. I think I should probably stop now.” Anna's quivering voice sounded embarrassed and unsure of herself. “Name your price.” Edward said, gently. Anna looked puzzled as she thought about the offer from Edward. She began to tell herself that no one would find out about this. ‘I won't even tell Lisa.' she thought to herself. Then she mustered up some boldness and said; “I don't think you have enough money with you sir.” “How would you know unless you ask?” Edwards softly replied. “10 thousand dollars.” Anna said. “I'll do it for 10 thousand.” “Done.” said Edward. “I'll transfer the funds directly to your staff profile.” “My profile?"Anna asked. "Yes, you are already in the spa's, staff database. I can transfer money directly to you. All you have to do is cash out when we are done.” “Oh” she said, confused. Anna picked up the oil again and poured some into the palms of her hands. She cleared her throat again and reached for his cock. It was easily 8 inches long and very thick. Anna could not close her fingers around it. She began stroking it slowly. Pre-cum was leaking out of Edwards cock and onto Anna fingers every time she came to the head and squeezed. Anna increased the jerking motion and reached over with her right hand and placed it just above her left hand. She jerked his cock with both hands and it was driving Edward crazy. He clenched the sheet on the massage bed with his hands, as she continued to pump his cock. “Please stop!” Edward pleaded desperately as he almost had an orgasm. Edward was able to control himself and delay an end result that he could not wait much longer for. “Maria told me you were inexperienced sexually. Does this mean you're a virgin?” “Yes” Anna said. “Are you saving it for your boyfriend?” “No, it's not that. I've just listened to my family all the times they said I shouldn't have sex with anyone until I'm married. I guess that was the plan.” “You can't give these people so much power over your life. Family or not, you have to do what you think is best for you. You are missing out on the best experiences of your life. Would you like to try with me? I will be very gentle.” Anna looked eager. She had emerging feelings and emotions inside her now that she's never felt before. Part of her wanted Edward to fuck her, but it still didn't seem right. She liked Edward. He was tall and handsome. He seemed nice and thoughtful and appeared to be giving her his heart-felt advice. “What if I could change your life forever? What would that number look like?” “Oh gosh! A million dollars.” Anna immediately laughed, believing her price would certainly be too much for Edward to agree with. “Done”. Edward smiled. Shocked, Anna found herself in an awkward position. “Could you transfer those funds first? It's not that I don't trust you, but there is a lot more at stake here than just money.” “Of course. Let me just get my jacket.” Edward pulled his phone from his inside jacket pocket. He pulled up Anna's profile and deposited one million dollars. “Don't forget the $10k please.” “Right. I already forgot. Ok, you should have both deposits now.” Anna picked up her phone to call Maria to confirm the deposits. “What in the hell is going on in there?” Maria said. “This is the biggest transaction I've ever seen.” “Ok, so you got it?” Anna asked. “Yes, it's here. Is Everything ok?” “Perfect”, Anna replied. Anna began to take off her heels. She went in the closet to the left of the bed to retrieve a condom. “No condom. please. It will take away from all of this special time. I want to feel everything when I take it.” “I just want to make sure we are safe.” Anna said. “Check my profile. I'm clean. All my records are current. I get tested monthly.” Edward assured her. “But I'm not on any birth control.” Anna objected. “Fine, I'll pull out before I cum. I promise.” Edward promised. Anna again paused. “Ok, I'll do it. Where do you want me, Edward?” Edward walked over to Anna and moved her hair away from her face. He lowered his head and kissed her softy on her pouty lips. With his left hand he pulled one side of her dress down and then the other side. Anna wasn't wearing a bra and her gorgeous tits came into view. She was a perky C cup with small pink areoles and large nipples. Edward stopped kissing Anna on the lips and moved down to her breasts. He cupped them both and began pinching her nipples. Edward picked Anna up off the floor and placed her on the bed. He again began to kiss her as he leaned her backward slowly until her head rested on the bed. Edward went into the closet in search of some lube. He found some and applied it on the palms of his hands. He used his right hand to apply some lube to Anna's pussy. Edward pulled her dress the rest of the way off and placed it on the lounge chair with his clothing. Anna was not wearing any panties. She was completely shaved and had the cutest pussy that Edward had ever had the pleasure of fucking. Everything was so clean looking and delicious. Edward helped raise both of her legs and planted both her feet firmly on top of the bed. He began to spread Anna's legs so he could have a clearer view of her pink pussy. He parted the small pussy lips and he saw the tight virgin opening that he had been hoping was true. Edward positioned his head in between Anna's legs and began to lightly lick her virgin pussy. He focused on her clit and he was already driving Anna crazy. She was biting her lip and moving her hips. She grabbed a hold of Edward's head and held it in place between her legs. She was moaning softly now with her eyes closed. Edward was careful with his fingers as he tried to open her pussy up just a little further. He stuck his tongue in as far as he could and lapped up the sweet juices leaking from her pussy. Anna had never had an orgasm, but she was sure she was now very close. She began feeling a different sensation throughout her body. She grabbed Edward by his head using both hands and she pressed his face into her pussy. Edward sensed that Anna was getting close to having an orgasm so he picked up the pace with his tongue and he began to rub his index and middle fingers along her clit. Anna finally came. Still grasping at Edward's head and grinding her hips at his face. She moaned loudly until her climax was finished. Anna released her grip on his head and his face was covered with Anna's fluids. He came up to give Anna a kiss which she accepted. She took her own juices into her mouth and was beyond horny at this point. Edward stood up and prepared himself to take Anna's virginity. “This is going to burn a little bit when I put it in, but after the first few minutes it will start to feel amazing. I promise to be gentle with you.” “I trust you”. Anna assured him as she looked at Edward with her lust filled eyes. Edward pulled Anna by the waist until her ass was at the end of the bed. Edward was standing in front of her and began lubing his cock. He put a lot of lubricant on it to make it easier for Anna to take it. Edward positioned his cock right at the entrance of Anna's virgin pussy. “Are you ready? Are you sure you want this?” He asked concerned. Anna was breathing heavily “I want you. Fuck my virgin pussy.” “Remember, this is going to burn at first.” He said, softly. Anna shook her head and acknowledged. He paused for a second; admiring just how beautiful the sight before him was. Anna was perfect, in the eyes of Edward. He grabbed Anna by the hips and with one swift motion he pushed his slick cock into her virgin pussy. Anna inhaled and arched her back. The expression on her face was that of both pain and deep pleasure. “Are you ok?” Anna nodded her head and Edward pulled his cock partially out of her pussy. There was blood slowly leaking out of Anna's pussy. Edward's cock was had blood on it as well. He resumed pumping in and out of her pussy. She was so tight that he could feel her squeezing his cock each time he pushed in. Edward knew he was close to cumming. So he picked up his speed and began to push in harder and deeper. “I'm going to cum inside you. You feel amazing” Edward appealed once more. “ No, I'm not on birth control; remember?” “Okay, Where do you want me to cum?“ "Come on my face.” Edward kept pushing in and out and Anna was grinding her hips to meet his thrusts. Edward felt himself about to come. He pulled out and squeezed his cock at the base. Anna slid off the bed and got on her knees. Edward released his cock and started jerking it just inches from her face. “Open your mouth.” Anna did as she was told and Edward sent shot after shot onto Anna's face. Both eyes were hit and closed shut. Another hit her in the middle of the forehead and several landed in her hair. Anna's face was covered. It was warm and sticky and now running down off her chin and onto her tits. “Oh my god! That was fucking crazy. I've never came like that in my life. Are you okay?” “I need a towel please.” Anna laughed letting Edward know she was fine. Then Anna cleaned her face and sat down. There was no sofa in the room; so they just sat by each other in the lounge chairs. He held her hand, without a word. After some minutes she quietly got up and began to put her dress back on. Edward also began to get dressed. Edward broke the long silence, “Do you want to come with me to Miami? I'm leaving as soon as we are done here. I'd love to have you with me.” Anna was caught off guard, was but pleased to know Edward wanted her to be by his side. Inwardly she was smitten by him. She didn't want to think of this experience as prostitution. She wanted to believe it was more. “I wish I could go with you, but I told Maria that I would work tonight.” “You don't understand. I want you to be with me. You do not have to work here anymore. Let's get to know each other and have some fun. If things don't work out, I'll take care of you financially and you can come back home.” “Why me? You must have woman throwing themselves at you.” “I'm not interest in anyone that's only interested in my money. I want you. You haven't been corrupted by life just yet. You're still so innocent. That's why I wanted to meet you. Do you want to take a chance on me?” Anna paused for a moment. Maybe it is more, she hoped. “Get me out of this place.” Anna said with a smile. She leaned into Edward and gave him a long kiss, pressing her body into his. He came up for air and said; “Get your things together.” as he hugged her. “What about Maria?” “Let's just leave. She can keep the money I deposited in your account. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't ever have met you.” Anna and Edward gathered their belongings and got dressed. They walked by Maria's office and boarded the elevator. Before the doors closed, Maria came out and stopped them from leaving. “You we're going to leave without saying goodbye? You guys look great together. Best wishes, Anna! Good luck Edward.” Maria smiled at them and turned away. Her matchmaking was successful. “We left you a really big tip.” Said Anna as they both waved. Anna and Edward clasped each other's hand to conclude a very unusual day. The elevator door closed. By DDSECRETS for Literotica
The Art of the Deal finds some innovative applications. By DDSECRETS. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Anna was a sophomore at Boston College. She was working toward a degree she no longer wanted to pursue. Her parents both lost their jobs due to the 2020 pandemic and she refused to take out a student loan to pay for her education. Things weren't exactly going as planned. Anna was no longer able to live on campus. The cost was outrageous and her parents couldn't afford those living arrangements any longer. It made more sense to find a cheap apartment nearby which also required Anna to get a job.No one was hiring. All the small businesses had been forced to shut down many months ago and never reopened. The restaurants had closed the dining areas and were only doing take out orders. Anna needed a flexible job so she could balance her school work, but there just wasn't anything out there. She feared she would have to leave school and return home. Anna was out walking with her friend college friend, Lisa, as both girls were looking for a job near their campus apartment. They wandered a little further away from their apartment as they would have liked to. They were walking through an area that had a bad reputation for drugs, crime and was known for its surplus of prostitutes. The girls also walked by a building that seemed a little out of place. It was a nice modern facility. It was clean, enclosed and had a security booth at the entrance and cameras every where they looked. On the second floor of the building there was a sign that said, “Now hiring! Inquire inside” Anna was curious and she told Lisa that she wanted to check the place out. They approached the security booth and asked about the building. “Hey there!” Anna said; “I saw the sign on the second floor and was wondering what this place was.” “It's a massage therapy office.” The guard said uninterested. “Do you know what they're hiring for.” “No, that's a little above me, hun. If you want to check it out I can give you and your friend a pass so you could go inside and see for yourself. clip on these badges and your good to go. There is someone inside that can give you more information.” “We would really appreciate that, thank you.” The girls walked to what appeared to be the main entrance of the building. Anna pulled the door open and the inside foyer was dimly lit with earth tone colors. There was audio coming from all around and it appeared to be sounds of nature. “Is that a running stream I hear?” Anna laughed. “Yeah, it's all very relaxing.” Said Lisa. Anna saw the woman sitting behind a desk. The girls made their way over to the woman. She was slightly older than they were and she was very attractive. “Hi, can I help you ladies?” “Um, we were just walking by and noticed the sign outside that said you were hiring?” Anna asked. “Yes, we are looking for a new masseuses.” The receptionist told them. “Oh, ok Anna said. We probably shouldn't be here then.” She laughed. “Why not? The position pays well and you keep all your tips. The hours are flexible and the building is very secure. We accept only the best clientele here.” Lisa looked at Anna unsure of herself. “My parents would kill me if I worked here.” Lisa admitted. “I know. My parents wouldn't be happy either, but I'd like to hear a little more.” Anna said. “If you want to wait here for me that's fine, Lisa. But if you decide to leave then please take an Uber home. This area is scary.” “Oh, don't worry.” The receptionist offered. “I can have security bring you back to your place if you'd like. It's no problem at all.” Anna perked up; “Yeah that would be great. Lisa, just let them take you back and I'll be home shortly. There is no reason to sit around here and wait for me.” “Ok, I'll take the ride.” Lisa responded. “Anna, please text me when you're leaving so I know when to expect you and make sure security takes you home as well.” “I will and I'll let you know how it goes.” The two girls hugged, and Lisa walked towards the door. The receptionist announced; “There is a car waiting for you outside. It was Nice meeting you, Lisa.” Lisa waived and exited the building. The receptionist picked up the phone and began talking briefly. “Anna, Maria will be down in a moment to speak with you. She is the manager here.” “Oh, thank you so much.” said Anna with a smile. Anna waited in the lobby looking at a series of ink blots that are hanging on the walls. She has no idea what she is looking at, but that's probably the point of them being there in the first place. A door opened and a woman in her late 30's walked through. She is wearing a black skirt and heels. She has long black hair and looks Hispanic. Anna admired the attractive figure as she approached. “Hi Anna, my name is Maria. I'm the manager here. What do you think of the place?” “I love it. It's so relaxing in here. The ink blots kept my attention while I waiting.” She smiled. “All that the men see are boobs when they look at them. Why don't you follow me and we will talk in my office?” Maria led Anna through the set of doors. There were a series of doors that followed. There were no windows and everything seemed very discreet. The hallway was dimly lit and easy on the eyes. As Anna continued walking down the hall she noticed that there was an open door. Anna peered in and noticed a young girl cleaning the room. Inside the room was a red masseuse table. It looked very comfortable. There were several shelving units with products on the shelves. There were several red lounge chairs in the room also. On the walls there where silhouette figures of women, that looked erotic. Anna then noticed a young woman come into sight. She had on a black skirt and heels like Maria. She was cleaning the room when she noticed Anna looking at her. The door promptly closed. Maria had led Anna further through the hallway and arrived at her office. She walked through and the same silhouette pictures were handing on Maria's walls as well. “I noticed the same pictures hanging on one of the rooms as we walked by.” “We like to keep our clients always thinking about women.” Maria said with a smile. “So, you are interested in the position of masseuse? Do you have any experience? Don't worry if you do not.” “I'd like to know a little more about the position if you don't mind? I have no experience as a masseuse. I've given my boyfriend a massage plenty of times, but I have no formal experience.” “It sounds like you have enough experience to me, honey. We do a little bit more here aside from massages.” “What's the pay look like?” “Well, that's completely up to you. Our clients are all very wealthy. I guess it depends on the service you want to offer. The earning potential is only limited by the time you put in and you imagination.” “My imagination?” “Yes, if you are creative and don't mind going the extra mile for your clients it could be very lucrative. We offer a base pay of $50 and hour. You make your own hours, but once you get going you will be working off your clients schedule and not your own. I'd say it would be pretty easy to make well over 10 thousand dollars a month working on just a few clients a week. Their tip is where you make your money. You keep 100% of the tip.” “Well, how do you make money here, paying out such high hourly rates?” “Like I said, our clients are all very wealthy. They tell us what they want and we give them a price. They always pay. And they pay cash. They do not like paper trails which I'm sure you understand.” “Yeah of course, I get it. So who are these people?” “Well, Anna, they are entreprenuers, politicians, actors, musicians, athletes. Anyone with a large bank account that's looking for a fabulous, discreet no questions asked experience.” “What do you mean experience? I thought this was an all massage therapy and that type of service?” “It is and whatever else the client wants. If you are only comfortable with massages then I would match you with someone who is just looking for a massage. If you wanted to offer other experiences I would match you up with someone looking for what you're offering.” “What exactly do you offer here?” “Anna, have you been sexually active with your boyfriend?” “Oh wow, that's like a real personal question. I guess so. We play around a lot.” “Have you had sex? Given a blowjob? A hand job? Anything like that?” asked Maria. “I've given a lot of hand jobs. ” “What about blowjob?” “I gave him one. He came in my mouth and there was so much it almost made me puke.” Anna grimaced as she recalled the experience. “So I take it that you've never had sex then? “No, I'm still a virgin.” Anna confided. “How about your ass? Have you ever had anal sex?” “Absolutely not!” Anna asserted. “Well, Anna, you could make a lot of money here if you really wanted to. The gentlemen that come here would pay a lot of money for a girl offering services like you.” “I really need the money, but I don't think I could do those things with anyone else, but a boyfriend.” “Give it a try dear. Why don't you start off slowly and see where it goes? I mean, there are people out there that would pay a girl like you to just talked to them. Someone may ask you to take off your panties so they could smell them. These guys call here all the time asking for things that most of us normal people think is just silly, but to people who have the money to do anything they want, there is nothing silly to them. They make it happen. It's all desire and impulse. ” “Ok,” Anna agreed. “Let's start off with a massage. They're going to know I'm not experienced once I start working on them though.” “Well, that's actually going to be your selling point. You're only 19 years old. You don't have much experience with anything and people will flock to that. Your innocence is appealing.” "Let's do it. When do I start getting paid?” asked Anna. “Right now if your ready. I'll give you your uniform and once you are dressed you will be on the clock. I'll be right back with your uniform.” Maria had Anna pose for an employee photo, then gave Anna a short visual gaze up and down her body, then went to get a uniform in her size. Anna sat in the oversized chair that made her feel like she was in way over her head, but she was excited about making money to help pay her way through school. She took her phone from her purse, texting to let Lisa know that she was fine. “You won't believe this, but I'm starting work right now! Like this very minute!” “I don't believe it!” Lisa replied. “Anna what do you know about being a masseuse?” “They said I have all the experience required lol.” Maria then walked in with Anna's uniform. “I have to go. Talk to you later, Lisa.” “Please be careful Anna!” Lisa replied. Maria handed Anna her uniform. A Tight black dress and black high heels in her size. “I have some great news.” Maria announced. “I made a call to a great client who was looking for someone with your credentials. He's a younger man, but very wealthy! He made all his money in the stock market. He invested his entire inheritance in Tesla very early on and cashed out just recently when it peaked so as you can imagine how wealthy he is. We consider him our most important client.” “So what does he want? Just a massage?” “Actually, yes. He wants a massage and he wants to talk to you. I sent him a picture of you and he is very excited to meet you. I hope you don't mind, but I showed him your photo.” “Wow, you people are serious around here.” Anna said with a laugh. “Can I see what he looks like?” “Sure, this is his profile.” Maria handed Anna her phone. “He looks just like Superman.” Anna said with a laugh. “What's his name? Oh my God I forgot his name.” She kept laughing. “He does look like Henry Cavill doesn't he?” Maria concurred. “Yes, that's it.” Anna recalled. “That's funny you think he looks like superman because he thinks you look like Mila Kunis.” Maria said as she laughed with Anna. “People tell me that all the time.” She smiled. “So when does superman land? I was going to run out quick and get something to eat.” “Oh, he is actually on his way here now. He was at the airport when I called him. He was about to fly to Miami. No lunch break yet, Anna.” Maria then escorted Anna to her room down the hall. “This is you. Make yourself at home. We can personalize it more during the week, but for now just put your gear close by so it's in arms length when you need it. Do you know how to warm up your oils?” “No, I've never used massage oils. Can you help me set up? It won't take me long to catch on.” “Of course. Oh, I almost forgot. I meant to tell you earlier, but there are other accessories; like condoms, lube and everything else you may need in the closet to the right of your massage bed. Now, you don't have to use anything in the closet. That's not what I'm saying, but they are there for you if you decide to change any plans.” “Thank you, but that won't be necessary.” Anna said being stubborn. Maria picked up her phone as a text came in. “Oh, Edward is here. He's parking below the building now and will come up the elevator. I'll escort him to your room. Please remember to relax and that you are in charge. You only do what you are comfortable with. If that's nothing then just give him a basic massage. That's what he hired you for. Talking should be easy so do that as much as you can. I'll be right in my office if you need anything.” “Ok, and thank you for this opportunity, Maria.” Anna said with a bit of excitement in her voice. “Of course.” Maria walked out and closed the door. She walked past her office to the elevator and awaited Edwards's arrival. The elevator doors opened and there stood Edward. He was wearing a light grey suit with a white shirt. He still had on his sunglasses. His hair was combed back and he appeared to be very confident. “Edward, so glad I caught you before you got on your plane. It would have been tragic to miss such an opportunity.” “Thank you, Maria. It's nice to know you're always looking out for my best interests. So where is she?” “She's in her room waiting. She's very excited to meet you.” Maria escorted Edward to the room. She opened the door and introduced them to each other. “Anna, if you need anything you know where to find me. Edward, is a gentleman and he will treat you as such.” Maria shut the door behind her. “So you're Anna? Maria told me you just started here maybe two hours ago?” “Yes, I just started today. Not exactly sure what I'm doing here, to be honest.” “How old are you?” he asked. “I'm 19. I'll be 20 in a few months.” “Maria said you aren't experienced. Sexually?” “My boyfriend and I have played around a bit, but nothing too serious yet.” “Your boyfriend? Does he approve of your new job?” “He doesn't know I took the job. He's back home with his parents and I don't think he can see this far.” She let out a nervous laugh. Edward smiled at Anna. He wasn't much older than she was. He just turned 30 years old and did not like meeting girls the old fashioned ‘clubbing' way. Once they realize who he is it they became obsessed with his money. “So what are you studying. I hear you go to Boston College. ” “I'm going for business, but I'm thinking I choose the wrong field of study. I'm just not passionate about it. I wanted to be a doctor, but my parents talked me out of it. They said it's a field that requires too much education. They wanted me working sooner rather than later.” “That sounds like an awful way to make a decision that you have to live with for the rest of your life. You should always follow your heart. Don't let anyone influence your decisions. Not even your parents.” “It's all a big mess right now. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to afford school and my rent so I may be moving back home with them soon enough.” Edward looked at Anna curiously. She was sweet & innocent, but also a very smart. Exactly the girl that he was looking for. “So would you like a massage? I've never went to school for this, but I'll do my best.” She smiled. “Yes, of course. I can't wait.” Edward said with a charming smile. Edward began to take his jacket off and then his shirt. Anna froze when she saw how well built he was. His arms were very muscular. His chest was bulky and he had a set of abdominals she has only seen in the movies. Anna cleared her throat several times. She became nervous and flustered. Edwards noticed and smiled. “Everything okay?” “Yeah, fine.” she said nervously. “Let me check on the oil.” As Anna turned her back Edward removed his shoes then his pants as he slid them to the floor. He bent over to pick them up and placed them on one of the lounge chairs. Edward stood behind Anna as she prepped the oils for the massage. “So how do you want me?” Edward stood naked behind Anna. Anna turned around and was surprised that Edward was completely nude standing before her. Trembling, she dropped one of the oil containers on the floor. “I'm sorry.” Anna covered her eyes with her hands. “Can you please put a towel on?” “Right. Sorry.” “Please, lie down on the bed.” Anna gestured to the therapy platform. Edward laid on the bed face up. He placed the towel over his cock. It was semi hard and at least 5 inches soft. Anna put some music on and then approached Edward. She slowly poured some oil onto his chest and into her hands and began to message his shoulders. She slowly worked her way down to his chest and massaged his pecs. His body was firm and muscular. She had never felt anything like this hard body before. Anna completed his front upper torso. It seemed as if Edwards was enjoying himself. He was moaning and his cock was reacting as well. The towel Edward had placed over his cock wasn't fully covering it any longer and was about to fall free. His cock was standing straight up, near where Anna was standing Anna moved down to Edward's feet to begin massaging his lower body. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock. She was curious about just how big it was. What it looked like. What it tasted like. Edward was watching Anna as she struggled to remain composed. He moved his hips side to side pretending he was trying to get comfortable until the towel fell from his waist and onto the floor. Anna gasped and tried to look away, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of it. “Could you please focus on this thigh?” Edwards pointed to his thigh just above his right knee. “Of course.” Said Anna, who seemed like she was in a trance. Anna began to massage Edward's right thigh. He let out a soft moan. His cock began to twitch before her. “Anna, I know we agreed on a massage, but what will it take for you to just hold my cock? Maybe jerk it a little for me?” “ I don't know sir. I think I should probably stop now.” Anna's quivering voice sounded embarrassed and unsure of herself. “Name your price.” Edward said, gently. Anna looked puzzled as she thought about the offer from Edward. She began to tell herself that no one would find out about this. ‘I won't even tell Lisa.' she thought to herself. Then she mustered up some boldness and said; “I don't think you have enough money with you sir.” “How would you know unless you ask?” Edwards softly replied. “10 thousand dollars.” Anna said. “I'll do it for 10 thousand.” “Done.” said Edward. “I'll transfer the funds directly to your staff profile.” “My profile?"Anna asked. "Yes, you are already in the spa's, staff database. I can transfer money directly to you. All you have to do is cash out when we are done.” “Oh” she said, confused. Anna picked up the oil again and poured some into the palms of her hands. She cleared her throat again and reached for his cock. It was easily 8 inches long and very thick. Anna could not close her fingers around it. She began stroking it slowly. Pre-cum was leaking out of Edwards cock and onto Anna fingers every time she came to the head and squeezed. Anna increased the jerking motion and reached over with her right hand and placed it just above her left hand. She jerked his cock with both hands and it was driving Edward crazy. He clenched the sheet on the massage bed with his hands, as she continued to pump his cock. “Please stop!” Edward pleaded desperately as he almost had an orgasm. Edward was able to control himself and delay an end result that he could not wait much longer for. “Maria told me you were inexperienced sexually. Does this mean you're a virgin?” “Yes” Anna said. “Are you saving it for your boyfriend?” “No, it's not that. I've just listened to my family all the times they said I shouldn't have sex with anyone until I'm married. I guess that was the plan.” “You can't give these people so much power over your life. Family or not, you have to do what you think is best for you. You are missing out on the best experiences of your life. Would you like to try with me? I will be very gentle.” Anna looked eager. She had emerging feelings and emotions inside her now that she's never felt before. Part of her wanted Edward to fuck her, but it still didn't seem right. She liked Edward. He was tall and handsome. He seemed nice and thoughtful and appeared to be giving her his heart-felt advice. “What if I could change your life forever? What would that number look like?” “Oh gosh! A million dollars.” Anna immediately laughed, believing her price would certainly be too much for Edward to agree with. “Done”. Edward smiled. Shocked, Anna found herself in an awkward position. “Could you transfer those funds first? It's not that I don't trust you, but there is a lot more at stake here than just money.” “Of course. Let me just get my jacket.” Edward pulled his phone from his inside jacket pocket. He pulled up Anna's profile and deposited one million dollars. “Don't forget the $10k please.” “Right. I already forgot. Ok, you should have both deposits now.” Anna picked up her phone to call Maria to confirm the deposits. “What in the hell is going on in there?” Maria said. “This is the biggest transaction I've ever seen.” “Ok, so you got it?” Anna asked. “Yes, it's here. Is Everything ok?” “Perfect”, Anna replied. Anna began to take off her heels. She went in the closet to the left of the bed to retrieve a condom. “No condom. please. It will take away from all of this special time. I want to feel everything when I take it.” “I just want to make sure we are safe.” Anna said. “Check my profile. I'm clean. All my records are current. I get tested monthly.” Edward assured her. “But I'm not on any birth control.” Anna objected. “Fine, I'll pull out before I cum. I promise.” Edward promised. Anna again paused. “Ok, I'll do it. Where do you want me, Edward?” Edward walked over to Anna and moved her hair away from her face. He lowered his head and kissed her softy on her pouty lips. With his left hand he pulled one side of her dress down and then the other side. Anna wasn't wearing a bra and her gorgeous tits came into view. She was a perky C cup with small pink areoles and large nipples. Edward stopped kissing Anna on the lips and moved down to her breasts. He cupped them both and began pinching her nipples. Edward picked Anna up off the floor and placed her on the bed. He again began to kiss her as he leaned her backward slowly until her head rested on the bed. Edward went into the closet in search of some lube. He found some and applied it on the palms of his hands. He used his right hand to apply some lube to Anna's pussy. Edward pulled her dress the rest of the way off and placed it on the lounge chair with his clothing. Anna was not wearing any panties. She was completely shaved and had the cutest pussy that Edward had ever had the pleasure of fucking. Everything was so clean looking and delicious. Edward helped raise both of her legs and planted both her feet firmly on top of the bed. He began to spread Anna's legs so he could have a clearer view of her pink pussy. He parted the small pussy lips and he saw the tight virgin opening that he had been hoping was true. Edward positioned his head in between Anna's legs and began to lightly lick her virgin pussy. He focused on her clit and he was already driving Anna crazy. She was biting her lip and moving her hips. She grabbed a hold of Edward's head and held it in place between her legs. She was moaning softly now with her eyes closed. Edward was careful with his fingers as he tried to open her pussy up just a little further. He stuck his tongue in as far as he could and lapped up the sweet juices leaking from her pussy. Anna had never had an orgasm, but she was sure she was now very close. She began feeling a different sensation throughout her body. She grabbed Edward by his head using both hands and she pressed his face into her pussy. Edward sensed that Anna was getting close to having an orgasm so he picked up the pace with his tongue and he began to rub his index and middle fingers along her clit. Anna finally came. Still grasping at Edward's head and grinding her hips at his face. She moaned loudly until her climax was finished. Anna released her grip on his head and his face was covered with Anna's fluids. He came up to give Anna a kiss which she accepted. She took her own juices into her mouth and was beyond horny at this point. Edward stood up and prepared himself to take Anna's virginity. “This is going to burn a little bit when I put it in, but after the first few minutes it will start to feel amazing. I promise to be gentle with you.” “I trust you”. Anna assured him as she looked at Edward with her lust filled eyes. Edward pulled Anna by the waist until her ass was at the end of the bed. Edward was standing in front of her and began lubing his cock. He put a lot of lubricant on it to make it easier for Anna to take it. Edward positioned his cock right at the entrance of Anna's virgin pussy. “Are you ready? Are you sure you want this?” He asked concerned. Anna was breathing heavily “I want you. Fuck my virgin pussy.” “Remember, this is going to burn at first.” He said, softly. Anna shook her head and acknowledged. He paused for a second; admiring just how beautiful the sight before him was. Anna was perfect, in the eyes of Edward. He grabbed Anna by the hips and with one swift motion he pushed his slick cock into her virgin pussy. Anna inhaled and arched her back. The expression on her face was that of both pain and deep pleasure. “Are you ok?” Anna nodded her head and Edward pulled his cock partially out of her pussy. There was blood slowly leaking out of Anna's pussy. Edward's cock was had blood on it as well. He resumed pumping in and out of her pussy. She was so tight that he could feel her squeezing his cock each time he pushed in. Edward knew he was close to cumming. So he picked up his speed and began to push in harder and deeper. “I'm going to cum inside you. You feel amazing” Edward appealed once more. “ No, I'm not on birth control; remember?” “Okay, Where do you want me to cum?“ "Come on my face.” Edward kept pushing in and out and Anna was grinding her hips to meet his thrusts. Edward felt himself about to come. He pulled out and squeezed his cock at the base. Anna slid off the bed and got on her knees. Edward released his cock and started jerking it just inches from her face. “Open your mouth.” Anna did as she was told and Edward sent shot after shot onto Anna's face. Both eyes were hit and closed shut. Another hit her in the middle of the forehead and several landed in her hair. Anna's face was covered. It was warm and sticky and now running down off her chin and onto her tits. “Oh my god! That was fucking crazy. I've never came like that in my life. Are you okay?” “I need a towel please.” Anna laughed letting Edward know she was fine. Then Anna cleaned her face and sat down. There was no sofa in the room; so they just sat by each other in the lounge chairs. He held her hand, without a word. After some minutes she quietly got up and began to put her dress back on. Edward also began to get dressed. Edward broke the long silence, “Do you want to come with me to Miami? I'm leaving as soon as we are done here. I'd love to have you with me.” Anna was caught off guard, was but pleased to know Edward wanted her to be by his side. Inwardly she was smitten by him. She didn't want to think of this experience as prostitution. She wanted to believe it was more. “I wish I could go with you, but I told Maria that I would work tonight.” “You don't understand. I want you to be with me. You do not have to work here anymore. Let's get to know each other and have some fun. If things don't work out, I'll take care of you financially and you can come back home.” “Why me? You must have woman throwing themselves at you.” “I'm not interest in anyone that's only interested in my money. I want you. You haven't been corrupted by life just yet. You're still so innocent. That's why I wanted to meet you. Do you want to take a chance on me?” Anna paused for a moment. Maybe it is more, she hoped. “Get me out of this place.” Anna said with a smile. She leaned into Edward and gave him a long kiss, pressing her body into his. He came up for air and said; “Get your things together.” as he hugged her. “What about Maria?” “Let's just leave. She can keep the money I deposited in your account. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't ever have met you.” Anna and Edward gathered their belongings and got dressed. They walked by Maria's office and boarded the elevator. Before the doors closed, Maria came out and stopped them from leaving. “You we're going to leave without saying goodbye? You guys look great together. Best wishes, Anna! Good luck Edward.” Maria smiled at them and turned away. Her matchmaking was successful. “We left you a really big tip.” Said Anna as they both waved. Anna and Edward clasped each other's hand to conclude a very unusual day. The elevator door closed. By DDSECRETS for Literotica
A new MP3 sermon from Susquehanna Valley Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Ministering Effectively: Abounding Inwardly Subtitle: Epistle of Romans Speaker: W. Brandon Starnes Broadcaster: Susquehanna Valley Baptist Church Event: Sunday - AM Date: 5/19/2024 Bible: Romans 15:7-13 Length: 40 min.
A new MP3 sermon from Susquehanna Valley Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Ministering Effectively: Abounding Inwardly Subtitle: Epistle of Romans Speaker: W. Brandon Starnes Broadcaster: Susquehanna Valley Baptist Church Event: Sunday - AM Date: 5/19/2024 Bible: Romans 15:7-13 Length: 40 min.
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Prudence Plundered – A Victorian Master takes charge of his prim and proper wife.By Ian56. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.In 19th century London, Henry Chambers was a man of note and some means. Left a not inconsiderable estate by his late father, he had speculated wisely in the city and had become a respected authority on the whims and fate of the money markets. Such was his status; his advice was sought from wide and far on all matters related to the pursuit of wealth and financial contentment.He lived in a resplendent mansion in one of the most fashionable areas of Westminster where he indulged his public passions for art and fine literature. At the age of 50, he considered himself most satisfied with his lot and was able to look upon the years of his life with justifiable pride at his endeavors. His social standing had increased measurably due to his marriage some 20 years previously to Prudence, his dear love, whom he had been introduced to by one of his clients at a New Year's Eve gala. Prudence had been the third daughter of the famous Fitzpatrick dynasty who had made their name in the early 1840’s as mineral traders and importers. For Henry Chambers it was love at first sight but his attentions had at first been met with a dry indifference by the handsome Miss Prudence who bore her airs and graces with a lofty distain, and it was not without some serious wooing and courtship on his part did he finally win her hand and agree to become his wife.Three daughters and two decades later, she was still a remarkably attractive filly whose abundant charms had grown even more impressive with age and no man felt as proud as Henry Chambers did with such a jewel on his arm when out socializing in polite respectable society.To polite society they presented themselves as a loving devoted couple but for Henry, beneath this nods and smiles, he nurtured a deep dark secret that even his dear wife knew nothing about..“Avast wench,” said Henry, heroically. “I sense the shiver of lust cursing through thy bones I do. But fear not for I am the one to satisfy the aching of thy hairy damp pit with my trusty weapon. Take it out I say,” he bellowed, standing bare-chested with his hands on his hips. “Take out my emboldened cock for it is the deliverer of your salvation and redemption!”At his feet, Bessie, his number two scullery maid, clasped her hands together in rapt but pleading forgiveness. At his command, she reached up and began to tug and undo the laces at the front of his breeches.“Oh, Sir!” she exclaimed, her exposed bosom quivering in the flickering candle light most impressively. “Have mercy on a mere serving girl Sir for I am naught but a slave to these wanton desires of which I have no sense. Such sinful words are a torment Sir, a torment!”“Sinful?” snorted Henry. “I shall have you know there is no finer word for a gentleman’s member than Cock!” He thrust his hips forward to impress his point. “What else do you know such a thing by wench?”Bessie, her curly red hair cascading over her sweet natured face, grunted with frustration as she tugged on her masters entwined laces, her eyes fixed on his obvious arousal beneath the cloth. “For shame Sir, tis innocent I be and only know such sinful names from the station I keep and from those that wallow in the gutter below.”Her face was purple from her efforts until, with a final pull, the laces came free and the front of his breeches sprang open. She gasped despite herself as his bloated deep crimson headed penis slithered and unfurled before her flushed face. Its mass expanding outrageously to reveal a most huge and impressive weapon that had her gasping in high heat and desire. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he stood leering lewdly down. “That Sir,” she gasped in wonder. “Is a prick the like of which I have nay seen and a prick that strikes fear into the well of my cunt so it does.”Henry grabbed his lolling cock. “I like prick. The vulgarity of such a nasty word is worthy of an occasion such as this lass. I intend to take this prick of mine and spear and plunge deeply into that juicy cunt that lays waiting between your firm thighs. Do you expect any less, wench?” His right hand was gently stroking his tumescence and the quivers of ecstasy were sweeping from his groin to his toes and back again. At each up stroke his spare skin withered and unfurled with greater abandon as the head of his organ began to leak his pre-spend.“No Sir,” shivered the maid, her face aflame with her heaving lust. “Though my faint heart flutters at the prospect of such a tight cunty as my own being invaded by such a weeping monster I shall bear its sweet agony with resolve and duty.”She reached up and grasped his veined cock in her slim right hand, her fingers barely able to circumvent its pulsing fatness. Her mouth was dry and her desire urged her to taste his meat. “Sir,” she said hesitantly as she rubbed the underside of his magnificence with her thumb. “I fear my need is becoming overwhelming and its constant whisper begs that I ask you the favor of feeding your prick into my mouth for me to suck on without shame.”Henry felt his heavy under hanging balls tighten in their hairy sac at the lascivious nature of her words. The thought of his comely maid devouring his outsized cock was one to savor for, alas, T'was only under such circumstance as their clandestine meetings whilst his dear wife was away that such a pleasure be upon him.He frowned inwardly at the merest glimmer of his wife for even though he loved her passionately she was cautiously high strung and the very idea of anything more than straight forward love-making was abhorrent to her whiles. Heaven forbid he so much as suggested she pleasure him with her sweet mouth!The frustration he felt at her lack of adventure had lain heavy upon him for all of their marriage. His pursuit of this adventure had found him cast between the firm thighs of his scullery maid who had no such hesitation in joining him in seeking pleasures of the flesh. Indeed, she had suggested and encouraged him on such dark travels that even made him gape at their outrageous landscapes. If only his wife had the merest hint at such mischief and want.His mind drifted as he considered his dear heart on her knees before him, begging to take his staff between her lips and to suck out his thick creamy spend. The stuff dreams are made of he mused. Egad, he wished for nothing more than to ravish Prudence with eager abandon and have her panting beneath him like a bitch on heat, urging him on to fuck the ripe bulb of her vagina with all his might.Bessie glanced up as she fisted her Masters Iron rod. His eyes were closed and he swayed slightly in rhythm to the pleasure of her ministrations. She knew that look for he had spoken idly with her after their exertions had ceased about his frustration and regret. Her Mistress was a sore old fish she thought. Blessed with good looks and a fine figure she was to all intents and purpose primrose, stuff and duty with naught in between. Bessie could only imagine her frigid nature in bed. T'was no surprise her employer sought comfort in the arms of another.His bloated angry cock head was nigh kissing her lips and in that moment she knew it was her duty to ease his frustration. Shifting forward slightly, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and slipped her stretched lips over his pulsing bulge and down over his shaft until she felt his mushroom butt the back of her throat. The smell and taste teased her senses as she began to draw back and suck deeply on his organ. The sucking of cock was to her a delight, a dirty devilish deed that warmed her soul for she knew she was skilled and the pleasure it would bring in its wake. She smiled at the sound of his sigh and lowered her head again as she sucked his prick to her hearts content.In her small room, the oak creaked and groaned as Henry forced his rigid cock into the maid’s succulent cunt as he held her face down over the end of the bed. Deeper he plunged until the neck of his organ slapped wetly against the petals of her orifice which clung eagerly to his girth as if trying to capture its thrust and never let go. The pleasure washed over them in warm wafts as the heat of their fucking grew steadily to a crescendo that had them both grunting and crying out loud. The room bore witness to the depths of their lust and the insanity of their passion.“Take my fucking cock wench,” hissed Henry as he speared her again and again. His appendage was glistening with his pre-spend and her copious seepage now that the climax was near. “Thy swollen twat shall be sore for a week once I have had my way with you Bessie.”Bessie scrabbled at the bedclothes feeling his tumescence crest deep within her belly. Her poor cunty felt over stuffed with cock and the ecstasy was so never ending she feared she might faint at its joys. “Oh Sir,” she gabbled. “Again. Again. Punish my poor cunty with your huge prick. Tis wonderful. Oh Sir! I can feel another climax building within. Fuck me Sir!”The plain oak bed creaked and groaned louder.Henry stared down at his mount, leering at the sight of her full arse wobbling from between the confines of her tugged open white bloomers. His feverish hands reached under her to grasp and kneed each full and impressive tit that had over spilled from the top of her starched blouse. He pinched each swollen teat making her shriek then moan with painful pleasure. He jabbed his cock into her again thus lifting her off her feet and held her against him as he flexed the muscles in his firm backside.For a man of his years, he was still in fine shape and built for stamina. He slithered slowly out of her cunt making her whimper and claw at his naked thighs. Before the next thrust he gave her pale arse a firm slap that made her yelp in surprise. He grinned. Unknown to her, he had come across a book that detailed how the matter of pain by deed of flagellation or spanking was one which was being much discussed in secret society as a means of further sexual exploration, and it was one he was most interested in discovering with his pretty 19 year old maid at a future date.But that would be for another time. The matter at hand was to slake his lust before his wife got home!Bessie stood over the small bowl and began to wipe between her thighs with the damp cloth. She winced slightly for her well poked vagina was blistered and sore from its vigorous shafting by her employers cock. She could feel his spend seeping from between her flower and she shook her head with a smile for the amount of his cum was a never ending surprise. Behind her, he stood fastening his breeches and making himself decent again. She realized his wife would be home soon and it was with sly female knowing that she had eased his need before she got back. Her Mistress would benefit from a good night's sleep this night no doubt. Though that was but a small victory for she had learned through servant gossip that the pair rarely indulged in marital bliss these days. She felt a slight pinch of regret for him. Mayhap she should offer a word or two.“Have I pleased you, Sir?” she asked.He looked at her. “As always Bessie,” he smiled. “I can walk in society now without feeling as if the frustration of my cock weighs heavily like a ball and chain.”Bessie smiled. “I be glad, Sir.” She paused and bit her lip. Should she be so bold? Her station was only to listen and obey after all. But he had loved her nearly a dozen times now and perhaps he would consider her opinion. “Sir, if I may?”He stood at the door to her quarters. “Yes?”Bessie looked at him. “My mamma always told me never to be untrue to one self. In life, one has to live as if each day is the last and the day should be lived as if twas the last day. Do not let frustration spoil that last day with regret Sir.”Henry looked at his servant. A moment of understanding passed between them until he opened the door and quietly left.Dinner was served at eight o'clock sharp.At one end of the long table sat Henry and at the other end, his wife, Prudence, who fiddled with the food on her plate as she was wont to do. Henry looked at her as he idly swilled the wine in his half empty glass. Their conversation was one sided and she chatted away about this and that, and how her day had gone. Dressed in a lace blouse whose frills danced around the crown of her neck, a sensible cut of pleated black ankle length skirt and strapped black knee boots, she looked as ravishing as ever to his gaze. At forty three years and the bearer of his three children, she had lost none of the vitality and beauty that had clasped his heart all those decades ago. He took another sip of wine and felt a familiar stirring in his loins. Despite the events of this afternoon he still felt the pang of desire whenever he looked at his wife. E gads, why did she have to be so willful and disinterested in the physical side of their marriage?!“and I said we would be delighted and honored to attend your ball.”Henry blinked. “What?”Prudence put down her fork and looked at him in that way she had that made him feel slightly guilty. She dabbed the napkin over her full perfect lips. “Really dearest, I swear you look as if your head is in the clouds again. I was saying, Lady Fabisham has invited us to her winter bash on the 16th of December. I told her we would be delighted to attend such a society event. Everyone of worth shall be there. With good fortune, you may be able to charm some new business contacts and opportunities. By the by, I shall need a new frock for such an occasion for one must keep up appearances in such company. A small increase in my allowance is agreeable I’m sure. Heavens, I can’t wait!”Henry pursed his lips, deep in thought for her words drifted in one ear and out the other. There were so many balls, galas, invites to this and that these days that to his mind they all merged into one unedifying mass of time wasted. He had more important things on his mind this night. He took another sip from his glass and waited for the moment when they would retire to their bedchambers later that evening.Prudence stood before the long mirror in their bedroom unpinning her long and lustrous auburn hair. She could see her husband's reflection as he leaned against the door watching her with the glass of wine still in his hand. For a brief moment she shivered for she knew his moods and the sound of his silence. Oh good grief, was that pesky male urge upon him again? She gave her head a shake and her hair bloomed around her porcelain face. No matter. She was tired from her shopping trip and needed her rest. A word of desist would suffice as it always did. Once every month was more than enough for such base encounters she reasoned. The last thing she wanted was to bear another child unto the world. No, Henry would just have to be satisfied with his lot in life.Henry continued to stare at his undressing spouse who had let the black skirt fall to gather at her feet. His jaw steeled as he watched her bend over to pick the garment up thus revealing to his gaze her spectacularly broad bloomered bottom.“The last day with regret.” said the voice in his head.His maid was right. What noble deed was he following? He was head of the household and had rights because of that fact. His mouth felt dry despite the wine. Those rights included the say over his spouse and family. His wife should be beholden only unto him and at the behest of his requirements both emotionally and physically.All his adult life he had been sworn by this sense of husbandly duty and had always submitted to her every whim both in public and private. That she was overt in public was of no import but her dismissal of his urges in private was a nagging boil that he now needed to lanceHe downed the last of the wine and placed the empty glass on the table. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the side of the large double bed where his wife was slipping the nightgown over her head.At the sound of his approach, Prudence turned around, unable to see her husband for she was still enshrouded under her night garment. “Henry, can you turn out the light dearest and help me with this infuriating thing.”Henry ignored her, grasped her upper arms and lifted her off her feet. Hidden, he could hear her gasp with surprise before beginning to struggle.“Henry, what are you?”Henry kept silent. He carried her to the foot of the bed and dropped her face down, keeping a hand firmly in the small of her back to keep her in place. With his other, he reached up and tugged away the nightgown.Prudence twisted her head to look over her left shoulder. Her face was a blushing mask of surprised indignation. Just what did he think he was doing? He had better stop playing games and let her up forthwith or else! Her furious alarm rose when she felt his free hand clasp the buttons which held the backside of her bloomers together. What? Was he possessed? Had he lost his mind? She writhed harder. That what he wanted was obvious by his very manner but it was most certainly not something she wanted right now!“Henry, dearest, please, you have to let me up,” she gasped as she felt him tugging the second button free. “Look, this is not fair. Dearest husband, you should keep thy urges for when I am agreeable for such a thing. I am tired, give me a few days and I promise you shall have your way, once!”A third button slipped undone. The deep crack of her bottom peeked from the widening gap making him more determined to follow his instinct. After tonight, his lovely wife would know who was master in this household and if he wanted to submit to his desires she would have no choice in the matter. Between his thighs he could feel his penis strain for release from its confines. His lusty gaze fell to his wife’s increasingly exposed backside and swallowed hard. He was determined to teach her there was more to fucking than poking her cunty. The shadow of her secret crack was deep and long. No, tonight it wasn’t her cunty that was going to take the length of his abundant cock. His desire mounted as the last button slipped free and the stretched cloth of her undergarment split wide to set free her glorious arse in all its abundant magnificence.Prudence felt the cool air caress her now bare bottom. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she gasped as she felt his hand suddenly fondling both pale cheeks. This was intolerable! What gave him the right to do with her person as he wished? Used to getting her own way, she drummed her feet on the floor with a mixture of outrage and fear that her husband could be so, so, unreasonable!“Henry,” she muttered. “Stop or else I shall be very, very cross with you!”Her husband ignored her threat and grabbed the abundant flesh of her bottom harder. And what a fine bottom it was indeed. So very full and inviting for any man who wished to cast aside his morals for the pleasures awaiting him. He grimaced for his cock was most insistent on its need to be set free from its confines and to seek that which it hungered for.“Henry, are you listening?”“Be quiet wife,” he interrupted. “I shall not countenance your demands or excuses anymore. From this moment, you will obey my every word when matters of the flesh are in my thoughts. You shall be agreeable to my needs as a loving husband and physical man. Do you understand Prudence?”His wife lay motionless face down on the bed as she considered his terms. He still held both her hands in his at the base of her spine so escape was not an option. Her husband was determined no doubt to extract whatever due he felt was necessary from her person and there was nay anything she could do to prevent such an event!“I understand perfectly well, husband,” she replied coldly. “Tis not oft I say the pleasure is mine and this moment shall it be even less. Do as you will Henry for I submit to your whim as needs must. Indeed, once this penetration is over then tis normal we shall return and the sooner the better I think.” Resigned, she shifted her hips into a more accommodating position for her husband to spear her sex. Despite her graces, she still felt a shiver from experience their past love-making did have faint pleasures, though being a woman of repute she suffered such simple delights with reserve and kept her true emotions hidden. It was unseemly to appear so wanton even in the privacy of ones chambers even unto her mate in life. Until now, Henry was not a man to let his lust rule his head and after the birth of their children, his ardor had settled into a particular routine. Until now..Prudence felt a stirring behind her. Henry was unbuttoning his breeches no doubt and releasing his manhood from its confines. A sudden flush colored her cheeks for the thought of his organ was one which sometimes caught her unawares during idle day dreaming. Brief glimpses caught in the low light of a candle as he slipped beneath the blankets and settled between her firm white thighs. The prodding of its swollen head seeking her wet Venus before the first deep thrust which made the world turn on its axis and the breath catch in her throat. Such a thrust seemed always never ending until the base of his member slapped against the stretched clasp of her womanly lips. It would forever be a guilty pleasure that she would never admit to. Even now, with Henry saddled upon his high horse, she felt the earth move and the forbidden thrill playing with her soul. What had made him so steadfast was not a concern to her anymore for her reasoning had slipped away for she was of high heat and need. Let her husband slake his own lust and she grasp the delirious pang of delight which made the dark glow and her heart sing..Henry, though, had his lust set on more devilish schemes. His cock was now free and he grasped it firmly in his right hand. A gas lamp cast shafts of light through their bedroom window which fell across the raise bottom of his dear wife, the deep dark cleft between both cheeks keeping that which he sought hidden and secret. There was no time for second thoughts or doubt for he was determined on is course. That course was to take the virginity of his wife’s anus come what may.Prudence lifted her head at the first touch of her husband penis to her puss. She was wet now and she could feel the ache of her sex grumbling away as it waited to be sated. Her breathing quickened and her senses began to command her thoughts as she felt his weight settling over her as she lay over the edge of their bed. She gasped as the head of his “engorged penis”, the very word a disgusting delight to her - rubbed up and down her dripping slot.“Henry, I, please do it.” she sighed.But the expected thrust never came.Henry raised the head of his erect prick to push open her bottom cheeks so he could gain free access to the dark rosebud of her bottom hole. The pounding of his heart sounded like waves crashing upon the shore as he pushed down firmly with his left hand to keep his wife in position, for he knew the outrage that would cry forth when he began to force his erection into her virgin anus. Come what may, she would suffer such an invasion despite her protestations. A slight thrust and his cock head eased into the dark cleft and settled against her forbidden fruit. He was breathing hard. His excitement nigh overwhelming him and he fought to keep his spend within. It was time. The moment he had promised would happen was at hand. The one his scullery maid had said he must overcome to satisfy his manhood. The butt of his thumb pressed down on his purple bloated bulb and began to force himself into his wife’s arse.In her whispy daze, Prudence sensed something was amiss. What was he doing? His insistence was too high and if he was not careful he would find himself in a most objectionable position that was as disgusting as it was unfortunate! Was his mind addled by drink? She gasped loudly as she felt his member pressing on more urgently.“Henry,” she muttered, twisting her head to look at her dear husband who was a mask of concentration as he stared down at their joining. “Dearest, what are you doing? Thy aim is poor for the hole you seek is the one below.”Henry shook his head. “There is naught wrong with my aim this night, Prudence. This night I wish to seek delight from your body in other ways. I have suffered the torture of its forbidden temptation for too long in our marriage my love, so on this night I intend to redress the issue and have my wicked way with you no matter what.”Prudence stared at her husband wide eyed. “Henry?” she said, shocked. “Whatever are you on about dearest? Have you gone mad? Do not be so disgusting husband. I shall never submit to such a degrading spectacle. The very thought is abhorrent. Let me up this minute!”Henry held firm as she tried to twist free from his grip. “Enough. I order you to lay still wife for this is a reckoning between us. For too long I had submitted to your whims both in public and private and borne them with sufferance and duty. No more. This night shall be a new beginning for our relationship Prudence for I am determined to put my prick in your arse.”His wife felt her mouth drop open in shock at his coarse language. The sheer vulgarity of such a thing rendered her motionless with surprise under him. His prick?! In her arse?! Despite herself, she felt a shiver when there should be a river of outrage and disgust. Her husband was going to force his rather large member into the tight well of her bottom hole?! The disgusting man. It was if he was no more than the lowest type of vagabond who was ruled by the drink and his lust! That she knew such practices were indulged was of no matter. She was a lady and should be treated as befitting her station as mother and head of the household. She had her respectability to think about. More than anything, she suspected such an act would be very uncomfortable indeed!“No wait, Henry. Please. Be still. Tis not a thing to make a wife endure,” she pleaded. “I am afraid of the pain it will bring.”“Nonsense.” replied her husband. “As with your cunty, the pain of your first arse fucking will fade with use. As I have made plain Prudence, from this night forth I shall ensure that we partake of all pleasures of the flesh available to us as man and wife. The first time is one to endure, but from henceforth the delights of such an adventure shall become apparent. It is of some import to me that such a thing is so for my love of thee is not in doubt. Now, let us enjoy the fruits of our loins. Prepare yourself for I am about to take the virginity of your anus.”Beneath him, he felt his wife submit to his words.Prudence was drowning in a sea of emotion. That he loved her was in no doubt and that she loved him still was not in question. He was right in some way. With her whiles and charms, she had held sway over him for all their years together. Her manner had never been one to let her be ordered around and told what to say, do and think. She was so surprised it had taken so long for him to assert himself. Things, apparently, were about to change.“Oh, Henry. If you must, but please take care.” she whimpered as she felt him beginning to invade her bottom.Prudence groaned loudly with a mixture of pain and sufferance as she felt her husband’s penis force its way through her resistance and up deep into the canal of her anus. The white flash of pain made her scrabble and bite the blanket as it washed over her in an agonizing burst of deep dominance and her utter subservience.“Ah, oh Henry,” she winced. “I cannot bear it. Your manhood is tearing me asunder inside. I can feel it's heat in my very belly.”Henry groaned for he was a tingle all over. He had done it. His cock was sheathed to the hilt in the warm tight grip of his beloved’s arse. The sensations were overwhelming and he prayed he would not expel his seed in such spasms of ecstasy. Their first arse fuck had to be one they would remember. He thrust his hips gently enjoying the soft slap of his heavy scrotum against her wet cunt. He was ecstatic. He flexed his massive prick inside her bowels and smiled as she gave a surprised exclamation at the sensation.For the game to be of more worth she would need to learn the language of the gutter.“Do you like my immense cock in your arse, Prudence?” he asked with a smile. He well imagined her blush at his choice of words. “That I love putting my iron rod in your bottom is without question. My cock loves being in thy tight arse dearest.”Prudence quivered as she listened to her husband. His words like fireworks in the dark as her soul wept around his buried organ. His organ. His penis. What had he called it? That naughty word that made her toes curl. His cock. His immense cock. She groaned again for a guilty moment of bliss suffused her whole body in white joy. To think that such a disgusting act could bring forth such abundant sweetness was a thing to amaze her. The heat in her loins was of a kind she nigh thought possible. Such heat was kindled by his words. Those filthy, vulgar, base but oh so appropriate words.She licked her lips. What resistance was gone and mere folly to chase by now. He husband’s desires had lain waste to whatever bedroom morals she had hid behind for all these years. She felt, excited. A strange sort of liberation. The dawning that any act was worthy in pursuit of such pleasure. One more virginity had gone. Her mouth was dry for the last was a thing he would make her do as well. She would feign outrage but, in her heart, she knew look forward to such a thing. But that was for later.“Say it.” said Henry.“No, please love. I cannot.” she whispered. “Such words are too dirty to speak aloud.” Inwardly, she smiled for she knew she would. She yelped suddenly for he eased his hips back and she felt the slow slither of his member as it exited her anus. It’s loss indescribable. She wriggled her bottom at him in frustration. Her husband, the bounder, was going to make her beg for his meat.“Prudence.”She bit her lip and felt her face aflame with shame. “Dearest Henry,” she whimpered. Oh, this horrid beastly man. How could he torture her so after awakening her sexuality? “I, I, I need your thing. Your cock. Your big cock. Please Henry.” Her bottom hole was gaping and twitching as if calling for it.“And, just where do you want me to put my big fat cock, Prudence?” Henry held his organ at the entrance to her anus. Teasing her, by letting its weeping head touch the crown of her dark hole.The insufferable cur!“In, in my bottom, Sir,” she wheedled. “Tis with pleading that I ask you to take thy impressive prick, your magnificent cock, and spear it deep into my poor sore bottom hole. Make haste for I shall lose my mind.”“Once my cock is in your bottom Prudence,” he said, with a broad grin on his face. “What shall I do with it?” It was not his wife who would lose his mind but him. His staff ached with the waiting and his balls felt swollen in their sac. He pushed forward and grunted as her arse swallowed him whole again.Prudence reared up as she felt him slither into her again. Such sweet agony! All those years wasted when such surprise and delights were near. Silly little girl. Her first taste had her desperately wanting more and more and more. She had pushed up on her hands and glanced at her man over her right shoulder with her hair cascading around her.“My arse, Sir,” she ordered. “I want you to take that splendid cock of thine and bugger me till thy feel the compulsion to spend. Dare not remove it for my anus awaits the soothe balm of it to attest my devotion and love. A fucking I seek Sir. Fuck my virgin arse dearest for tis now I understand thy reasons in claiming it.”Into the night and early dawn did Henry and Prudence rediscover the simple pleasures of life and sex.The soft pale light of the next day’s dawn found Prudence on her knees at her husband’s feet. She looked up with devotion as Henry took his stiff cock in hand.“Open your mouth dearest,” he told her. “Tell me what you want to do.”His wife grimaced at the dull ache nagging deep in her bowels for thrice during the night he had plundered her bottom passage. True to his word, each vigorous fucking had brought forth less pain and sprang for untold wonders that had her crying, begging and whispering endearments as he thrust mightily away. His, what had he called it again?, his spunk has been copious in its frothing amount, most of which was still seeping from her red sore hole.Another delight of discovery was at hand, literally. Such a deed a mere day ago would have her aghast and calling for the Peel. But not now. Not after last night. She wanted more of what he could give. Her imagination had been set free and dirty dreams danced before her. Her bottom twitched as she glanced at the length of his leather belt as it lay across the bedside chair. Beware what you wish for she chided herself. She smiled to herself. She suspected she could match her husband for outrageous fortune somehow. But now she needed to learn this. This oral adventure.“Dearest Henry,” she smiled sweetly. “Indulge me please. Tis a thing I’ve oft mused when no one is around and tis something that thrills me to the bone. Such a naughty thing it is for I feel such a wanton whore for even contemplating it. But Sir, if I may be so bold. I wish the privilege of sucking your impressive cock and the honor to taste the rush of thy spunk until I drink thy balls dry.”Henry bent down and kissed his wife on the lips. “I feel the honor is all mine.” he said with love. Such an act from his beloved thrilled him to the marrow. Finally, after all this time, he felt she was his. The love he felt was without fault or measure. As her sweet soft lips licked and kissed the bloated head of his cock, he made a mental note to slip a little reward into his scullery maids wage packet for giving him the courage of his convictions.There would also be the small matter to find her another employer. Just to be on the safe side and to avoid any possible awkward situations in the future. He had no doubt she would find gainful employ soon enough as she was a diligent and careful worker and his reference would count in her favor.He felt a twinge of guilt. But it was a momentary passing for his groin was awash with the delight of having his wife sucking enthusiastically on his well-used member.The past was the past. The only thing that mattered was the future. A future bright with the deep love and wanton desires of his sexually blossoming spouse.By Ian56 for Literotica
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Although lauded in much of the Church for her character, wisdom, and holiness, Mary is not as often recognized for the tremendous burden she carried in being the mother of Jesus. Faced with confounding experiences of a son whose relationship with God went beyond her comprehension and bearing the grief of knowing her little boy was destined to suffer, Mary's experience of the person of Jesus was wholly unique, as was her steadfast loyalty and love. In his book, The Lord, Romano Guardini says of Mary, “Not understanding, never was she to lose heart, never to fall behind. Inwardly she accompanied the incomprehensible figure of her son every step of his journey, however dark. Perseverance in faith even on Calvary—this was Mary's inimitable greatness.” What can we learn from a woman who willingly sacrificed it all in her faith for the Messiah she once held in her arms?
►► Download the 20 Ways To Start Writing A Song Guide here: http://songwritertheory.com/freeguide/ In this episode of the Songwriter Theory Podcast, we're asking if this perspective on art is holding your songwriting back. I constantly hear people, including songwriters and musicians, say "Music is just all subjective", "Art is subjective", "There is no good or bad, art is purely subjective". Not only is that unequivocally wrong, I think it's an actively destructive view that doesn't leave any room for us to "get better" at lyric writing, music composition, or anything else songwriting because, by definition of music being entirely subjective, there literally is no such thing as "better" lyrics or music or songs. So why spend time trying to make our songs better? How could we even begin to have a discussion on how to write better lyrics or improve our chorus? If it's all completely subjective any of that would be a total waste of time. So, in this episode of the Songwriter Theory Podcast that absolutely no one asked for, we're going to talk about why this view is wrong and why it also is destructive to us and our future as songwriters. Transcript: So there's a certain perspective or opinion or just something that people say, especially artists of any kind, seemingly, and certainly songwriters. It seems like songwriters are constantly saying this and I think it's both destructive and just completely wrong. So because of that, we're gonna talk about it in this episode of the Songwriter Theory Podcast. Hello, friend, welcome to another episode of the Songwriter Theory Podcast. I'm your host, as always, Joe Svedala. Honored that you would take some time out of your busy day to talk songwriting with me. Extra honored that you would take some time to listen to this podcast where we are, this is a podcast for being honest. Nobody asked for me to talk about this. The vast majority of subjects we talk about is something that either is inspired by what I think some of you would want me to talk about if you did tell me, and then a lot of it is off of what you do tell me. So a lot of the content recently, the last several months, has been inspired very directly by your feedback when I asked what your number one songwriting struggle was. Most of the content has been pretty directly off of that, some more directly maybe than others. And I still need to finish that series as well, which we'll get back to. I have not forgotten. But this is one of those episodes where we are talking about something that nobody asked for, but I still think is important to talk about. And I've wanted to talk about it for a while, and then just realized it's a good podcast episode. I think it's an important thing to discuss, because you may not end up agreeing with me, but hopefully I can at least get you to consider that instead of what seems to happen, which a lot of people just kinda, I wanna say mindlessly kind of repeat this thing, I think it's a cop-out answer, and I think it's not true, or at least there's an argument, I would argue a very compelling argument, that it's clearly not true. But regardless, hopefully you at least reconsider the repercussions of this view of this perspective, and also maybe consider that maybe it's just not true. If you haven't already, be sure to grab my free guide, 20 Different Ways to Start Writing a Song. It's a cheat sheet, it's shorter, it's better than it used to be, and has double the ways to start writing a song. It's a great way to go, especially for somebody who is struggling with your song sounding the same, or you feel like you're uninspired. One of my favorite things to do, because my bread and butter way of starting a song is starting with a piano riff or something at the keyboard. But whenever I feel like, I just don't have any piano riffs in my fingers right now, I feel like I've written them all, which obviously I haven't, right? But just, you know, if you write a piano riff two a day for five days, by the sixth day, you're kind of like, I just, I don't even know, like I've done every key of it, I just don't know where to start. But just doing something as simple as, I'm gonna go grab a stock funk beat and improvise to that, or I'm gonna do a bass line, or I'm gonna start with an interesting symbol or song title instead, or I'm gonna think of an interesting character or an interesting story to tell. Those can be all great ways to start a song that will refresh us creatively, so that we don't get into writer's block. So anyway, be sure to check that out, songrithury.com slash free guide. So what is this perspective that I'm wanting to talk about that I think is super prevalent and ultimately pretty destructive and just not true, just wrong? It is that art is completely subjective, or art is totally subjective, or art is just subjective, all the different versions of that quote that seemingly everybody says. And not everybody says it, not everybody has that opinion. I think a lot of people don't have that opinion, but the people who do are very loud about it. And I think, first of all, it's just not true, which we're gonna cover first, why I think it's just not true. And then also, regardless of the level of truth, I think it's an unhelpful perspective if you want to get better as a songwriter. If you wanna write better songs, I think it's an unhelpful, if not overtly destructive perspective. So first, let's talk about some of the reasons why I think it's just not true. And we're gonna start with quite a claim probably, but and that claim is, I think the vast majority of people who say this don't actually believe it. They think they believe it, but if we tease it out a little bit, if we discuss it a little bit, dive a little bit deeper, about the repercussions, if it really is true that music, art in general, movies, books, it's all subjective, just totally subjective. There's a lot of consequences of that view that almost no people that do start with the premise of like, all art's all subjective, music's all subjective. Most of those people, when we go down some of the paths we're gonna go down, it's like, okay, if that's true, then this other thing has to be true. But those people, even if they wouldn't admit that they are like, yeah, I guess I don't agree with that. Inwardly, I think they just, they would know. Oh, I don't think this view is correct. So first let's start with how logic works, I guess, which I know you didn't expect this in a songwriting podcast, but this is, if you want to get to the truth, you have to think logically. And I know a lot of people listening to this might be like, really, I didn't expect a logic thing today, but here we are. So whenever a logical claim is made, one way to test it is to take it to the extreme and see if it still holds true. So for instance, if I were to make the moral claim that all stealing is bad, you take it to the extreme, find the most understandable or seemingly justifiable version of stealing and try to figure out is that morally right? If it is, then that undermines my point that all stealing is wrong, right? Or all lying is wrong, for instance. So if we were to say all lying is morally wrong, but then we take it to the extreme, right? If we were to say all lying is wrong, then we would be able to lie to a certain evil German party from the 1940s to save certain people from a horrible fate. If we lied to them, is that a moral good? I would argue yes, because they're saving their lives and life doesn't always give you perfect choices. So you're not lying for evil and you've edited that deeply because I don't know, YouTube algorithm is weird and YouTube doesn't like talk about certain things and they will brand it. You can't even say certain words without them. You're like, oh my goodness, they're bad guys. Like, no, no, I'm presenting them as the bad guys. But anyway, hopefully you got my drift about 1940s certain German. But anyway, if you can find one example of something, then the whole claim is just not true. So if we take the claim that art is completely subjective or songwriting specifically is completely subjective to the extreme, we would take the most extremely bad version of art and extremely good version of art, put them together and say, is it true that it's just subjective that this really bad thing is better than, or is worse than the really good thing? So let's do that. If we believe, if we believe that all art is purely subjective, again, this is, don't, this is getting ahead maybe, but there's no false, no, don't false dichotomy here. The claim that all art is subjective, is totally subjective is a extreme claim. What I'm not claiming is that it's purely objective. I'm not claiming that. I think that's actually more arguable than this, but I'm not arguing that. I think there's objective ways to look at art and there's of course, there's subjective ways to look at art as well. Of course, there's subjective ways to look at everything. But the idea that it's purely subjective is what I'm saying is not true. It's not 100% subjective. But if it's true, that's 100% subjective, then it is 100% valid, 100% valid for me to say that the first scribble my daughter did is equally as good art as Starry Night, Mona Lisa, Sistine Chapel, Statue of David. And not only do you have no grounds to refute or argue with me, because you said it's all subjective. So if I subjectively believe that my daughter's first scribble is better than Sistine Chapel, what, is your subjective opinion more important than mine? That would be blatant narcissism, right? That your subjective opinion matters than somebody else's subjective opinion. That's like the epitome of narcissism, is we all have equal opinions except mine is more equal. Like mine is more important. That's a horrible place to start. So if it's true that it's all subjective, you have to concede, you must. There's no other way than it is equally valid for me to say that my daughter's first scribble is better than Sistine Chapel than for you to say the Sistine Chapel is better than my daughter's first scribble or first time she tries a stick figure. Like just to put an illustration on it, I can do right now a deep piece of art that is very meaningful to me, that I've thought about for a long time. Sorry to those of you who are just on podcasts who isn't gonna see this exquisite, brilliant piece of art. Here we go. Better than the Mona Lisa, baby. And the best part is, if it's true that art is purely subjective, not only can you not actually refute or argue with what I just said, you can't even inwardly roll your eyes because you say it's all subjective, purely opinion. So if that's my opinion, you can't refute it. And it would be pretty arrogant for you to even roll your eyes at it. Because what, is your subjective opinion somehow better than mine? There's no objectivity here according to this view. So really you can't even get off on judging me for having that opinion. But here's the thing, we all know this absurd. We all know, deep down, like even right now, you're probably thinking about, no, that can't be true. But yes, it is. If it's purely subjective, there's no objectivity. Then there's no discussion to be had about something being better or worse. Because that doesn't exist in your view. It's just what people like, what each person subjectively likes. That's the only thing we can talk about. So we can't even begin to have a discussion about what movie is better than another movie. Let's apply it to other art forms before we take it back to songwriting. So let's take movies. We all know, hopefully, that The Dark Knight is better than Morbius or Thor II. We all know that Infinity War is better than Thor II. Most MCU movies in the Infinity Saga are better than Thor II. But we know that that's true. We know that Empire Strikes Back is a better movie than Rise of Skywalker. Everybody knows that. I mean, the only thing that every Star Wars fan in human history agrees on is Rise of Skywalker is a pile of garbage. It's awful, awful. Even people who were defending episode eight still agree Rise of Skywalker is terrible. And we all know that The Godfather is better than Troll 2 or The Room, famously awful movies. To the point that if somebody actually tried to say Thor II is better than The Dark Knight, all of us would be like, "Are you kidding me?" Now, maybe if they said they like it better, there's no accounting for taste because now that's not an objective claim anymore. That's a subjective claim. But anytime we say this quarterback is better than another quarterback, that's an objective claim. And there's no way to, there's no science to just outright prove it. You have to gather what you think goes into what is a great quarterback? Is it accuracy? How much does playoff performance matter? Is it playoff stats or is it playoff wins? A quarterback wins even a stat and maybe not a football or sports person, so I've already lost you. But there's many things where we can have objective discussions that just aren't completely clear, which we'll get into in a little bit, a little deeper. But this goes to something else where let's go to music. You may or may not like Cardi B more than classical music. In fact, probably a lot of Americans, if they're being honest, they don't actually like classical music. Some actually are willing to say, I think it's boring, right? Some people will actually say that out loud, which I almost admire. So probably, if I were to guess, it might even be true that if you were, if every US citizen had to be honest, they would say they prefer Cardi B over classical music. I don't know, as I said that, that's probably not true. But regardless, there's a lot of people that if they're being honest, they prefer Cardi B, and absolute garbage like WAP, over Moonlight Sonata or anything by Bach Beethoven, whoever is in your goat discussion of composers. And honestly, if somebody said, I just like Cardi B more than, I would be like, okay, that's a little bit of a sign of a degenerate culture that we live in a world where a lot of people probably genuinely prefer outright garbage like that over brilliant classical pieces. But there's no accounting for taste. That's a, they're not making an objective claim that Cardi B is better than Beethoven or Cardi B is better than Bach. So that's fine, right? They just like it more. But I think we all, a little part of us, would immediately, if we were in a room and somebody had the audacity to say, oh, Cardi B is far more brilliant, far better of an artist than Bach or Beethoven. We all know that we jump in and be like, are you kidding? Because that's an objective claim. That's an objective claim. And we all know it's objectively false. We all know, in our heart of hearts, we know that. Now we might not have figured out how to articulate why that's true, which we'll get into in a little bit, but that doesn't change that it's true. For instance, we'll save that point, because my second point is gonna be how objectivity is often misunderstood. But again, somebody can say, I like WAP more than moonlight Sonata. Purely subjective claim, whatever, it's fine. If they say it's better, now we have a problem. And most of us recognize that. Why? Because most of us understand that there are objective and subjective claims, and they both can be valid. For instance, I can say that I like the Star Wars prequel trilogy more than I like the Lord of the Rings trilogy. That's just taste, right? I would never say that it's better than the Lord of the Rings trilogy. The Lord of the Rings trilogy is one of the greatest movie trilogies ever. And the Star Wars prequels have significant issues, especially the first two. And it's just, if you were to break down how you measure movies, I'm pretty sure basically every category, Lord of the Rings would win. But I love Star Wars, George Lucas, Star Wars. And orcs and ogres, not ogres, but orcs and dwarves and elves and all that sort of high fantasy stuff just does not do it for me, just from a personal standpoint. I still like Lord of the Rings because it's so good that it actually gets me past my bias. It's kind of like a country song that I like. It's really impressive. It means the song must be really, really good because I'm so biased against country by nature. So we all know there's a separation there. You can come up to me and say, "I like Thor II better than The Dark Knight." And I don't think you're a little crazy, but for the most part, you're just saying what you like. I don't know why you like it better, that's fine. But we all know that we'd all be a little ticked if somebody said, "Oh, the Barbie movie's better than Gladiator." Of course it's not. We all know it's not. Even the people who made Barbie, if they're being honest, know that it's not better than, I don't know, on "Music Gladiator." I'll use a more clear example. It's a wonderful life, which is in absolutely the goat discussion of movies. Somehow I didn't see it until this year. That movie had hype for 31 years that have been alive and still actually matched or exceeded the hype. That movie deserves, most movies in that category are overrated, that one is not. Anyway. So, if any of what I just said is true, where you know deep down, like, yeah, I mean, obviously it's absurd to say that Troll 2, or The Room, is better than It's a Wonderful Life, or that Cardi B is a better writer than Bach or Beethoven, or My Daughter's Scribbles, or The Scribble I Just Did, is better than Starry Night or Mona Lisa or something. If that's true, then you don't believe it's all subjective. You don't, because if it's all subjective, everything, all those absurd things I said, shouldn't bother you at all. Because it's just pure subjective. So what is it? There's no discussion to be had. I have my opinion, you have yours. There's nothing to discuss. Which leads me into the second thing, which I think is what bothers a lot of people. People throw the baby out with the bathwater, they make this fallacy all the time with things. And they confuse objectivity as like, it's a thing that's so obviously true, nobody could disagree with it. Which is funny to me that in today's world, people could say that, because there's lots of things that are firmly established as objective that large swathes of the population are just like, "No, not true." Like, "Okay, all right." And so it's shocking to me when people think that. It's obviously not the case. Just to take one silly example, like the earth isn't flat and it revolves around the sun. Right? You know what I mean? Like people deny it still. And also objectivity doesn't mean that it's easy to measure or determine. Just as an exercise here, let's take science. One of the more objective things we have, right? Math is the most objective probably in sciences. It depends on the type of science, right? The gravity science is far more objective than many other types of sciences or pseudosciences. But just as a example, for most of human history, we had no idea that we were made up of cells, much less that cells are made up of molecules, which are made up of atoms, which were made up of the combination of protons, neutrons, and electrons. That doesn't change the objective reality that always was the case. 2,000 years ago when we didn't know that, it wasn't not true. But right now, scientists say that 90% of the universe is dark matter, they don't know what it is. Whatever it is or whatever group of things it is, the objective truth that we currently don't know is still the objective truth. It doesn't change just because we don't know how to measure it or we haven't figured out what it is. It's just like if you lived under a rock your whole life, it's objectively true that the sun is in the sky and the rock isn't the whole world, even though in your perspective, this life under the rock is all there is. That doesn't change the objective reality though. So what you won't hear me saying is that it's easy to have a discussion, try to in good faith, have a discussion about objectivity and art. It's not an easy discussion. But in almost anything except math, that's always true. A lot of times we oversimplify things to try to make it seem simple, but it's not. Right? And I think a lot of people run into this whenever, you know, the deep down, they know something like, yeah, it's yes, it's a wonderful life, is objectively a better movie than the room. We all know that down deep. But when somebody actually is crazy enough to try to argue with us, that's when sometimes we might be like, oh wow, I don't actually know how I know that, but I know it's true. But that's true even for scientific things. You and I, for probably every single person who's listening to this podcast watching this video, you have never yourself seen any proof or even evidence really that the earth is round, but we all believe it. Theoretically, we all believe it. A lot of people don't, but we'll say we here believe that the earth is round. And that's okay if you don't. I have people I love who don't, and that's okay. Crazy to me, but it's what it is. So in that case, why do you believe that? You believe that because science textbooks all told you that. You know far more people that believe that than don't. And you saw some pictures from space, allegedly, that seemed to show the earth as being round. Right? We all, for many things that we take for granted as being objective, we actually have outsourced to other people. The fact that we're made up of, I mentioned, protons, neutrons, and electrons, none of us, none of us have definitively seen for ourselves, oh yeah, there's protons, neutrons, and electrons. Maybe we've seen a picture in a textbook that's labeled that way, but we don't know that. They could have been making it up. And I'm not suggesting those things at all. In case it's not obvious, I'm not suggesting either of those things are true. But there's a lot of things in life that we don't think about how we really don't know how to defend the objective thing. And we can't say that we've actually seen it with our own eyes, or have proven it with our own science, or math equation, or whatever it is. Much less all the things in the world that are way more nebulous, like who's the goat for basketball, or football, or whatever else. All of those arguments are way more nebulous than sports media would make you believe. The same thing is true with like, how would you even begin to decide the goat of actors, or the goat of composers? It's a difficult thing. That doesn't mean it doesn't exist, though. So I think this is a part of the people get frustrated and I kind of throw it out. It is a difficult discussion to try to get to how can I separate out this concept of, here's what I like in a song, versus here are some of the objective through lines and themes that seem to generally create a better song. Now it's easier if you break it down into pieces. For instance, I did this when I believe I did a podcast breaking down why, it wasn't the main point of the podcast, I think the main point of the podcast was why you should learn piano as a songwriter, and then I did one on why you should learn guitar, I believe. But I believe I've done this, maybe I haven't. But a quick breakdown is, I believe that you can make an objective claim that the piano is the greatest instrument. Now, that means that we have to break it down into different things that are objective, or are more objective. So for example, we have to talk about, okay, how do you measure the greatness of an instrument? I think one factor is its range, right? Because it's an ability to play different pitch ranges that adds to the mix, adds to the song, and piano has the largest range, right? So it has violin beat, it has guitar beat, it has instruments like flutes beat by a ton. It's way more than most instruments, and it's more than any other instrument, at least of, you know, main semi-normal instruments. Organ is probably close, but yeah. Then another factor would be something like, how much you can do with one person at an instrument. With a flute, we'll take the flute as comparison, with a flute, it can play one note at a time. That's it. With a piano, you can play chords, full chords at the same time while also doing the melody. You can sing with just a piano, and it feel pretty full. You can't sing just with a flute, and it feel full. People don't do that, right? Your accompanist is never a flautist. Your accompanist is a pianist, or maybe a guitarist, which by the way is another part of the argument, I would say. Then I think there's an element of instrumentation that's how useful is it across different genres. Something like a banjo is really only super useful as a main instrument, as a driving force, in very specific genres. It's a very specialized instrument. Piano, you can throw it in an old ancient classical piece, or way before classical. Heck, you could do Gregorian chants with piano, and it works totally fine. It seems to fit because of such an old instrument. But it also can fit in the most modern rock or pop. It's not like a steel guitar, which automatically makes something sound kinda country. So I think you can break down these different categories and say the piano is either number one, or number two for darn near every category. And the only thing that seems to be in competition is these days, maybe guitar has kind of entered the goat discussion. But probably 150 years ago, that wouldn't be true. But these are the sort of things we have to do, right? Is break it down into pieces of like, okay, melody, how melody and the chords and the lyrics all fit together, which we're not gonna dive into this next, because actually in the next episode, we're gonna finally take the audacious step. Very often, whenever I mention, like, look, I think it's crazy to say that it's purely, it's just all subjective art. The immediate pushback I get is the like, gotcha question, which is lazy and silly, I think. But it's like, okay, define what makes a good song. Like that doesn't, first of all, I'm not saying that there's no subjectivity. And I'm also not saying like, oh, it's trivial to just be like, oh, let's make a math equation. And then we can just grade every song and it comes out with a perfect number. And we can definitively say this song is better than another. No, it's always gonna have some level of variability. There is some subjectivity to it. But if we take it to the extreme, that's where we see, okay, there's also some objectivity to it, which is why we all know that if somebody says, wap is better than Moonlight Sonata, if you have any soul at all, there's a little part of you that's angry at the idea that somebody could suggest such an absurd thing. But we can, again, if there's no objectivity, you can't think that's absurd. You can't, there's no, it's all subjective. So there's nothing to talk about. So anyway, we are gonna take that audacious step in the next episode, which I believe might be the 250th episode for this podcast. And I'm not gonna do it because I think I have all the answers, I don't. But I think everybody's too, it seems to me that everybody's too lazy to even try. And I think that's a problem. I think that's a problem because of the third point we're gonna get into. Which is, to me, if you wanna grow as a songwriter, if we wanna be able to have legitimate discussions about how can I make a song better, how can I improve a song, we can't say that it's all subjective. Because if it's all subjective, there's no discussions we had. If I write a song in the next hour, I take an hour and write a song, and I feel like the second verse lyrics just isn't quite working. And the bridge melody feels like it doesn't really fit with the theme and with the main ideas. It just doesn't fit with the lyrics of the bridge. And there are numerous other problems. Maybe just the lyrics of the chorus just don't quite work, they don't feel tight. They are using a lot of meh words like sad, which is a pretty bland word compared to something like wistful, which is more specific, or bitter. For instance, you could say, it's maybe over simplified, but wistful is something like sadness and longing for a past happiness that you had. It's very specific, so it has sadness, but it has happiness too, because you're wistful for something that was happy, but you're sad about it now because you don't have it anymore. So it's way more specific than sad, which is a broad category. Because if I say I'm bitter, bitter is kind of like a hybrid between angry and sad, which are two more generic concepts. But bitter is a very specific type of sadness or a very specific type of anger. It's really sort of a hybrid. So if I say I'm bitter, that's telling you that I'm both sad and angry. If I tell you I'm just sad, that's just sad, right? So there are words that are clearly better and more precise than others that communicate more, even though it's still one word. So the word sad versus the word wistful, communicates way more with one word than sad does. And that's not even like a, that would be a thing that's like objective. Like if I tell you I'm sad, or I tell you I'm wistful or bitter, I have absolutely been more precise in communicating what specifically I'm feeling with those other two words. And there are many other examples that would be way more extreme. I probably should have picked a more extreme example, but regardless. So if I sit down and I write a song, and it has all these issues, if I truly believe that it's all subjective, I believe there is no reason, no good reason for me to take any time to listen to that inner voice that's telling me that my second lyric, my second verse lyrics aren't working, and my bridge melody doesn't work with the lyrics, because it's all subjective. What does that even mean? Because I can't even begin to say that my lyrics aren't good, because that's an objective claim. I can say I don't like the lyrics in that section, but who cares? That's my subjective opinion. I shouldn't even care about my subjective opinion for my own songs, because I might be, my subjective opinion might be totally wrong, and the whole world thinks it's great. And since there's no objectivity at all in this view, why would I spend more time to just subjectively change the lyrics? Meanwhile, if I sit down and I write a song draft in an hour, same exact scenario, but I believe that there is some objectivity to it, and that I can, by taking the lyrics in the second verse that I think have issues, they're not using very precise words, it doesn't really evoke much of an emotion, because it's kind of generic language, maybe there's even some cliches in there, which is the worst of all, but if I go into that with, no, there is some objectivity here, then there's reason for me to think I can make that better. It's worth trying to make it better, because making that verse better exists. If we say it's all subjective, that doesn't even exist. There's no such thing as making your second verse lyrics better, that's an objective claim, just like it's objective to say the Dark Knight is better than Thor 2. Saying I like it better is not, that's a subjective claim, that's just an opinion, I don't even have to back it up with any facts. If I claim the Dark Knight is better, is better, that's an objective claim, I need to be able to explain to you why it's a better movie than Thor 2, which I would do, except that you don't care, because it's a songwriting podcast, but that is something I could do, and have done before. But not that anybody, I've never heard anybody make such a ridiculous claim, I've heard similar ridiculous claims, but not that one. So with the mindset that there's some objectivity to this, I'm incentivized as a songwriter to think my song isn't just perfect as it is, I can't just write it off as oh, it's all subjective, so I think the lyric might suck, but no, there's no such thing as a sucky lyric, I'm just gonna throw it out there. Then there's reason for me to actually try to make it better, and there's a way that I could figure out how to make it better, because we can't even begin to have a discussion about how to write a better pre-course, or how to write a better chord progression, or how to improve your second verse lyrics for your song called Infinity, or I made up a song title on the spot and immediately regret it, but we can't even begin to have that discussion. You can't email me and say, Joseph, give me some feedback on this song, because all I could tell you, if there's no objectivity, is I like this and I don't like this, but why should you care what I think? If it's just all subjective, you shouldn't. I don't even think you should really care what you think if it's all subjective. What does anything matter? We might as well just do that, say that's my song. Subjectively, it's just as good as anything else. I like that more than Moonlight Sonata. So it is what it is. And I think down deep, a lot of times, another underlying reason that people believe all art is subjective, there's many things we could get into that's even deeper that we're not gonna get into because of the song on any podcast. I think it's downstream of certain world views and things like that. But I think a part of it too, is we have to take responsibility and acknowledge that we might write songs that aren't very good, or we might have to acknowledge that our songwriting used to suck or the first five songs we write are gonna suck and the next five songs are gonna be okay. And then even when we start writing more and more good songs, we're still gonna have some duds that just aren't very good, didn't quite work. If we say it's all subjective, we can give ourselves a pass. We can just say, oh, who's to say? Everybody universally hates this song and everybody says it sucks and they can even give objective reasons why it sucks. How the melody is something that is completely unmemorable and also it's not an interesting melody but boring, and which it merely has some subjectivity to it. But there is also a level of, we all have heard melodies that like, oh, there's something about that that's good and there's something about that. Another one is melody I think is one of the hardest things to have any sort of objective discussion on. But we can look at a lyric and be like, look, that had a cookie cutter line here, it's not emotionally resonant at all. It's using a lot of generic words that isn't gonna move anybody. So we can even talk about specific things in each other's songs that just aren't working and could be improved. But if it's all subjective, there's nothing to talk about. And that's the part that really gets me, is it doesn't make any sense at all. If it's true that it's all subjective, for anybody to be listening to my podcast or anybody else's podcast about songwriting, it doesn't make sense to try to get better at songwriting because that doesn't exist if it's all subjective. The idea of writing a better song or taking your song and making it quote unquote better does not exist because better is an objective claim. All you can do is hope to make a song that you personally like better or that for some reason you care that I personally like better, which you shouldn't care about. You shouldn't even care what you subjectively like better necessarily. I mean, obviously that should be a part of it. We should write music we like generally. And then the part that really gets me is the idea that there's people out there creating content, teaching songwriting, who would say it's all subjective. If it's all subjective, does that mean that your content is just you saying, in my subjective opinion, this, in my subjective opinion, that, and you should listen to my subjective opinion because my subjective opinion is better than your subjective opinion? Like is that? I don't know how we get away from that. And it's one of those things where like, for some reason this is one of those things where like anytime I try to have this discussion, for some reason I feel like people try to brand the opinion that no, there's two spectrums. There's I don't like it to I do like it, which is subjective claims. And then there's a separate, totally separate discussion that's being able to discuss it's bad to its good spectrum. And those are not necessarily linked at all, which is why I can like one movie way more than another, but also concede that the movie I like less is actually a better movie. If we are incapable of that, that's a massive flag, massive flag, because we should be able to have that discussion. And that's an acknowledgement that there's a separation between our personal taste and just what makes something good. For example, famously, if you listen to this podcast, my favorite band is vertical horizon, but you will never hear me say is vertical horizon is the greatest band of all time. I would never say that. I don't think they're the best band of all time. I wouldn't even begin to be audacious enough to make that claim about any band. They're my favorite though. They speak personally to me. I would say maybe that Mascale is a good songwriter. I think it can back up that claim with, because that's an objective language, right? But I would never say they're the best band, or my favorite band is better than your favorite band necessarily. I mean, maybe I would, depends what your favorite band is. But that's a totally separate discussion. I should be able to concede that your favorite band might be better than my favorite band, but I still like my favorite band better. Just like I might like Revenge of the Sith even more than I like Lord of the Rings movie, but I can concede the Lord of the Rings movie is better. The acting is probably better. The plot is better. Maybe the VFX are better, right? The effects are better. The script is better. The plot is better. Did I say that already? The dialogue is better. Of course, the dialogue's better. Dialogue has never been Star Wars' strong suit, right? So we can break it down into categories, and then break it down further and further, and try to have an objective discussion in good faith where we try to parse out, you know, why does the Lord of the Rings have better dialogue than Star Wars? We all know that's true, but, you know, it is a difficult conversation to figure out why that's true. So this is the ultimate thing for me, is it just feels like, regardless of any of the other points which were about that, I just think it just doesn't stand up to basic reason that all art is totally subjective. Frankly, I think it's a ridiculous thing to say. I don't think it stands up to even thinking about it for like five minutes. But, even with that opinion, I also think it's just destructive. You're just not incentivized to ever try to get better because there is no better to attain. That doesn't help us. If you wanna become a better songwriter, if you wanna listen to content to get better at songwriting, you have to accept the premise that better exists is such a thing as making your lyric better. You can edit your second verse lyrics that suck, and you know they suck, and you cringe at them. You can edit them, you can redraft them, rewrite them, and then you look at the B, right? Your sixth draft that also had edits, and look and say, "This is objectively better than what I started with. "This is obviously better." And if that doesn't exist, why would you waste any time to do that? You wouldn't. You wouldn't. And to me, it's like, well, everything becomes pointless really fast. Trying to learn to write better doesn't exist. You shouldn't listen to any content creator about it. There's no point. There's no point. And this is a thing too that for some reason, it's only art that we apply this to. If we said that, "Oh, well, how to build a good car is totally subjective." No, it's not. If the car doesn't move properly, or if the car is such that even in a 30 mile per hour car crash, anybody who's remotely near the crash is going to die 100% of the time, obviously it's not a good car, right? Again, it's like good car, bad car, good house, bad house. There are elements to it that are subjective. And there are elements to it that are objective, which we know if we take it to the extreme. If you compare whatever you think the best car is, just the engine is the best, the speed is the best, the acceleration that breaks, the safety, the gas mileage, all the different factors that we could say are, here's what makes a car better or worse. It's better across the board than car B. Then we know it's objectively better than car B because it's both safer, faster, more fun, more cool looking, better gas mileage. It's better at all the things. So we know there's some level of objectivity to this. There's objective discussions we had. We know this to be true for everything else. I would even argue for music, which is why I gave the example, we all know we're gonna cringe if somebody actually comes up to us and has the audacity to say, "WAP is just as good as Moonlight Sonata," or whatever. Maybe you didn't think Moonlight Sonata is overrated. You know, I'm not even sure where I land on that. I haven't really thought about it. But, you know, pick some masterful classical piece, or hack just a not horrible gross song like WAP, which is just awful in every possible sense. I really think it has no redeeming qualities. But, regardless, it just ends up being destructive to us if we can't have that discussion. So next episode, we're gonna do the audacious thing. We're gonna try to figure out what are some of the things we can look at that seem to make objectively better songs? What are some of the commonalities? What are the factors we look for? For example, I'll give you one example. I think it starts with synergy, if you will, of all three of the main parts. If the melody feels like it is communicating the same thing as the lyrics, which feels like it's communicating the same thing as the harmony and the chords, to me, that's a start. If your lyrics seem to be talking about one thing, but the melody doesn't fit at all with the lyrics tonally, the lyrics are really sad and just, or maybe wistful or something, but then the music is like grandiose and epic in a way that just doesn't fit. This doesn't make sense. These are supposed to be working together. So I think that's where it's gonna start. I haven't fully written it out yet, the episode, but we're gonna do the audacious thing because I know this episode alone, a lot of people are gonna be like, "Whoa, this is really good." I know. It is what it is. I'm not gonna back down from this. You're welcome to make your counter argument. I've heard a lot of counter arguments. I have yet to hear a compelling one. It usually comes down to, "Oh, you can't give me a math equation to figure out how good a song is." So you're wrong. No, that would prove, that wouldn't even prove wrong that if I were to claim that art is totally objective, me not being able to provide basically a math equation to figure out how good a song is still doesn't disprove that claim. And that's not the claim we're making. I'm making the claim that we should be able to have a discussion from a subjective standpoint and from an objective standpoint. Sometimes the line is blurred between the two, but the idea that we can have no objective discussion about art, whether movies or music is absurd, asinine, ridiculous, doesn't stand up to even the beginning of thinking about it. Which is why we're gonna discuss it next time. Because I think it's worth having that discussion. Because if you and I wanna write a better song, next time we write a song, we have to have some standard to look at at what does that mean? When we say I wanna write a better song or I wanna take the song ahead and make it better, what are some of the factors I can look at to make it better? Otherwise, I don't even know what we're talking about. We're wasting our time, really. So hopefully this was helpful to you. Hopefully it got you to maybe reconsider some things if you're somebody that has said before or really hasn't thought about it much, but just you hear from so many people this, you kind of accept it as true, but you never really thought about it yourself. There's probably a lot of people, which is fine. We don't have time to think deeply about literally everything that everybody says in passing. So hopefully for you there was something in this that at least made you think, huh, okay. Yeah, there's something to this idea that if it's all subjective, this is a waste of time. So maybe in my heart of hearts, I know deep down that there's some level of objectivity here, just because it's difficult to measure doesn't take that away. And next time we'll do the hard thing that nobody else is willing to do. I've never seen it anywhere. Maybe it's been done, maybe it hasn't, but we're gonna do the audacious thing. We're gonna try to figure out how to objectively measure a song or some factors to look at for objectivity in a song. I don't pretend I have all the answers for sure, but we'll try. We'll do a good faith tribe and you can let me know in the comments what things maybe poke holes in it. Let me know maybe factors that I'm gonna miss. I'm sure I'm gonna miss factors. It's a hard thing to tackle, right? But we can do it together. Also, if you have ideas, feel free to email them to me as well. Really, my goal is I wanna start this discussion. I think it's a worthwhile discussion. I don't pretend to have the answer, but I do think it's worth all of us together trying to seek it, trying to figure out what makes it. Again, if you haven't already, be sure to check out my free guide, 20 different ways to start writing a song, songwritertheory.com, slash free guide. Thanks for sticking with me. Thanks for listening to an episode that again, nobody asked for, but I do think is an important thing to talk about. Don't worry, soon we'll be back to the normal grind of the main stuff people wanna know. But I thought this episode was important to talk about. Hopefully you found it helpful. And I will talk to you hopefully in the next one.
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The Duke leaves it to Othello to decide whether or not to take Desdemona with him to Cypress. Othello puts her in Iagos' care for the journey, with Iago's wife Emilia at her service. Alone with Iago, Roderigo laments his heartbreak, threatening to kill himself in despair. Iago convinces him that Desdemona will eventually get tired of Othello and will be open to Roderigo's affections if he can be patient. Iago inwardly conspires to weave Cassio into his web in his plot to destroy Othello. Later, in Cypress, word arrives that the Turkish fleet has been vanquished thanks to Othello's leadership and to stormy seas. Cassio lands ashore and welcomes Iago, Emilia and Desdemona as they arrive. Othello soon lands with his soldiers and lovingly greets his wife. Once alone again, Iago tells Roderigo that Desdemona is in love with Cassio and that he should pick a fight with him in order to undermine Cassio's reputation, persuading him that without Cassio in the way, Roderigo's chances with Desdemona will be greatly improved. Inwardly, Iago vows to use Roderigo to get rid of Cassio entirely or drive Othello mad with jealousy. That evening, Othello leaves Cassio to guard the watch, urging him to keep a quiet guard as he retires to his chambers with Desdemona. Cassio asks Iago to keep him company. After the couple departs, Iago persuades Cassio to have a drink with him. Cassio protests but Iago convinces him that the rest of the soldiers crave a celebration. Cassio gives in and gets so drunk he can barely stand. As he stumbles away, Iago privately casts aspersions on Cassio's weak constitution to a ranking officer, setting the stage for his downfall. The Play On Podcast series, “OTHELLO”, was written by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE and translated into modern English verse by MFONISO UDOFIA. Radio play by CATHERINE EATON. Directed by VICTOR MALANA MAOG. The cast is as follows: JEREMY TARDY as OTHELLO BARRET O'BRIEN as IAGO KAYLI CARTER as DESDEMONA PAUL JUHN as RODERIGO FRANCESCA FERNANDEZ as EMILIA TOMMY SHRIDER as CASSIO LAKISHA MAY as BIANCA CHRISTOPHER GURR as BRABANTIO AND LODOVICO RACHEL CROWL as MONTANO NATALIE HEGG as DUKE, CLOWN AND GRATIANO Casting by THE TELSEY OFFICE: KARYN CASL, CSA. Voice and Text Coach: JULIE FOH Cultural Consultant and Dramaturg: MARTINE KEI GREEN-ROGERS Original Music, Mix and Sound Design by LINDSAY JONES. Sound engineering by SADAHARU YAGI. Mix Engineer and Dialogue Editor: LARRY WALSH. Production Assistant: Michael Christopher Turner. Podcast Mastering by GREG CORTEZ at New Monkey Studio. Coordinating Producer: TRANSCEND STREAMING (KYRA BOWIE and LEANNA KEYES). Executive Producer: MICHAEL GOODFRIEND. The Managing Director of Business Operations and Partnerships at Next Chapter Podcasts is SALLYCADE HOLMES. With very special thanks to the MA IN SOUND ARTS AND INDUSTRIES AND VIRGINIA WADSWORTH WIRTZ CENTER FOR THE PERFORMING ARTS AT NORTHWESTERN UNIVERSITY The Play On Podcast Series “OTHELLO” is produced by NEXT CHAPTER PODCASTS and is made possible by the generous support of THE HITZ FOUNDATION. Visit ncpodcasts.com for more about the Play On Podcast Series. Visit playonshakespeare.org for more about Play On Shakespeare. Subscribe to Play On Premium on Apollo Plus for ad-free episodes and join our Patreon for exclusive merchandise and early commercial-free releases. Go to playonpodcasts.com for our Bonus Content, where you'll find interviews with the artists, producers and engineers who brought it all to life. And remember: “BEWARE OF JEALOUSY”. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Dr Koontz and Rev Fisk talk about the history of the Jewish people and the changes in identification throughout time, the Spanish Reconquista and its contrasts with the Reformed and their covenants, and the importance of timely propositions in teaching. Visit our website - A Brief History of Power Many thanks to our sponsors, Blessed Sacrament Lutheran Church in Hayden, ID, Our Savior Lutheran Church and School in Pagosa Springs, CO, and Luther Classical College Dr Koontz - Trinity Lutheran Church Rev Fisk - St Paul Rockford and Hebron Collegium Music thanks to Verny
My friend Dave Nielsen, a former Army Ranger and Delta Force Operator is back on the podcast. Dave co-hosts a brand new show called the Christology Podcast. After leaving the Army, he got a theology and biblical studies degree. We discussed the difficulty of Delta's selection and how his experience in dealing with adversity growing up in Detroit helped him make it through. Dave talked about the culture of servant leadership at Delta Force which plays a crucial role in the unit's success. We touched on his time as a dog handler and his dog Pepper. There are many nuances of operating in a Special Mission Unit that, includes going after bomb makers and dealing with enemies who wear suicide vest. We touched on Hostage Rescue Operations, Faith, Israel, his time in the Ranger Regiment, and much more. Tune in. Main Takeaways The Christology Podcast Dealing with Adversity The 75th Ranger Regiment Delta Force Polish Ambush Dog Handler Injured on a Jump Follow The Christology Podcast on all podcast platforms: Youtube Spotify Apple Podcast Follow Dave Nielsen on Instagram: The Christology Podcast This episode is sponsored by 4 Patriots, a survival food company. You can visit www.4patriots.com and use the code RECON for 10% off your first purchase. Connect With John Hendricks www.globalrecon.net www.instagram.com/igrecon Music provided by Caspian: www.caspian.band --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/globalrecon/support
Do you feel stuck in life? Inwardly you keep repeating the same thoughts, outwardly you keep repeating the same routine, and on and on a cycle of unhappy disappointment goes.To break the cycle, maybe what you need to do is watch a film that has become synonymous with this kind of stuck-ness — Groundhog Day — which my guest says contains the roadmap to escaping a life lived on autopilot. His name is Paul Hannam, he's the author of The Wisdom of Groundhog Day: How to Improve Your Life One Day at a Time, and today on the show, Paul unpacks the deeper philosophical layers of what's considered one of the best movies of all time. Paul explains how the film teaches us that to escape the ruts of what he calls the “Groundhog Day condition,” we must first make an inner change where we learn to approach life in a more grateful, present-focused, engaged way. From there, we can embrace the film's unique strategy for change, which is to experiment with doing something new every day, thereby refining and improving our lives through the process of trial, error, and progressive improvement.Resources Related to the PodcastGroundhog DayAoM Article: Getting Over the Horror of the Same Old ThingAoM article on Nietzche's idea of eternal return Sunday Firesides: Eternity Is NowSunday Firesides: Care, But Don't CareSunday Firesides: Life Is a Skill — Practice ItAoM Podcast #676: Stop Living on Autopilot and Take Responsibility for Your LifeAoM Article: The Right and Wrong Way to JournalConnect With Paul HannamPaul's WebsiteListen to the Podcast! (And don't forget to leave us a review!)
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