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J.D. Barker: White Russian (2 ounces vodka, 1 ounce Kahlua, 1 ounce heavy cream)J.D. talks about how he stalked and then connected with Stephen King, how his partnership with James Patterson has changed his writing method, the way he has turned his Asperger Syndrome into his secret weapon for writing novels, the landmark publishing imprint of his own within Simon & Schuster and how he worked with CEO Jonathan Karp and the private equity firm KKR to establish the business model for it, the pros and cons of independent publishing and traditional publishing, the remote island that is the setting for his latest ‘Chiller' novel as well as is the setting for his real life.
I don't need to be in your pockets every month: Hit me off once and I'll send you Breakup Gaming Society's cocktail booklet and your own adorable Defiant Frog sticker. Check it out, it's easy.Drink of the Week (3:14)Infused some Ketel One with medium-roast coffee beans and subbed Frangelico for Kahlua in a deluxe White Russian variation that got me ‘60s housewife drunk.Game of the Week (6:21)Can Stalingrad be fun in winter? Yes, if you don't think about it too much and enjoy David Thompson's outstanding first entry in Dan Verssen Games' popular Valiant Defense series.Track of the Week (16:27)Lots of rap acts stuck a house track on one of their albums in the late ‘80s, but “Club Scene” by Special Ed (feat. Kazaam) is a little more high-effort.
We're going far out this week... all the way to outer space! Join us and our very special guest, Jaden, as we embark on a journey through the film, Event Horizon. You know we love a theme, so we're sipping on a Black Hole Cocktail (recipe below). In place of our usual psych-segment, we're getting a science-segment from Jaden that helped us all understand what a black hole actually is. Get sipping and get listening! Black Hole Cocktail:1oz Bourbon Whiskey, 1oz Kahlua, 1/2oz Creme de Cacao (dark), 1/2oz Black Cherry Puree. Shake with ice, strain into an old-fashioned glass on the rocks, garnish with cocktail cherry. Enjoy! Thanks for listening! Don't forget to subscribe wherever you're listening and follow us on Instagram and Facebook. Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/spookysips_podcast/Facebook: https://tinyurl.com/SpookySipsPodWebsite: https://spookysipspod.buzzsprout.com
Episode 145 of the Truth About Vintage Amps: Kahlua brie, replicating Nirvana's In Utero sound, hissy reverb units and more! Thanks, as always, for being a part of the world's finest call-in tube amp repair show. Want amp tech Skip Simmons' advice on your DIY guitar amp projects? Join us by sending your voice memo or written questions to podcast@fretboardjournal.com! Include a photo, too. Some of the topics discussed this week: 1:17 Skip makes even more stuff for John Vanderslice & Tiny Telephone; Skip's take on the MTI Tubes pedal 8:18 Skip's Premier 90-inspired reverb unit 15:20 Our sponsors: Grez Guitars; Emerald City Guitars and Amplified Parts! Get the Amplified Parts' Spring Reverb Kit here. 19:06 What's on your bench: A Fender Deluxe and Pro; how to work on old Tweeds; orange drop caps 26:20 The Joyo American Sound pedal, redux; SansAmp pedals; Kurt Cobain's 'In Utero' sound 27:27 Vintage amps and PAs at the 2025 Fretboard Summit (register here) 28:32 Adding a resistor to bump up the values when measuring on a Fluke multimeter? 31:49 Using a carb cleaning kit for octal sockets (Amazon link); working on Filmosound 385s 34:19 Skip's car restoration; the Swamp book (Amazon link); Benny Hill 40:20 No delete on typewriters; Mitch Hedberg and steamboats (YouTube link) 41:37 A 1965 Ampeg Reverberocket with a hiss 45:21 Skip made the ticking go away; a 5F2A build inspired me to buy a 1961 Fender 6G4-A Super; Kahlua brie with pecans 54:02 A noisy 1970s tube Fender Reverb unit, the magic of NOS pre-amp tubes in single-ended amps 59:02 To be continued: What's the deal with this amp cabinet on Reverb? (Reverb link) 1:01:00 The Garnet amp book (link), the Gibson Amp book on Blue Book's site (cheaper than Amazon!), Gibson Falcon talk, the doldrums of being a flight service specialist (or drawbridge operator) 1:10:21 Recommended reading (at least for the Canucks): Robert Dayton's 'Cold Glitter: The Untold Story of Canadian Glam' (Amazon link) 1:13:15 A Rockford Files baffler 1:14:12 Why do the English have all the better TV shows? 'Stath Lets Flats' 1:17:33 Sacramento's Delta Breeze Records; Skip has SF Fender Champs for sale Hosted by amp tech Skip Simmons and co-hosted/produced by Jason Verlinde of the Fretboard Journal. Don't forget, we have a Patreon page. Support the show, get behind-the-scenes updates and get to the front of the line with your questions.
Todays co-host is country music star Duane Parker. We play Duane on Country Underground Radio. Check Duane out at http://duaneparker.net/And see where he will be playing and new songs he is releasing. And on facebook https://www.facebook.com/Dparker1971Nataional Kahlua day. Entertainment from 1985. Pokemon released, Saccharin created, New Orleans celebrates their 1st Mardi Gras. Todays birthdays - Marian Anderson, Joanne Woodward, Elizabeth Taylor, Howard Hessman, Mary Frann, Johnny Van Zant, Adam Baldwin, Rozonda "Chili" Thomas, Josh Groban, Kate Mara. Leonard Nimoy died.Intro - I aint Johnny Cash - Duane ParkerKahlua songSay it right - Nelly FurtadoIt just comes natural - George StraITBlue eyed devil - Duane ParkerIt's hard to see when the pavement is wet - Duane ParkerAve Maria - Marian AndersonWKRP in Cincinnati TV themeNewhart TV themeBrickyard road - Johnny Van ZantNo scrubs - TLCYou raise me up - Josh GrobanExit - I want to grow old with you - Duane Parkercountryundergroundradio.com
Ever wondered what kind of chaos mutant cockroaches can unleash on a small town? Join us as we revisit the 1975 horror film "Bug," where an earthquake gives rise to a fiery insect invasion that left a lasting impression on some and terrified others to their core. We explore everything from the movie's dated visuals and slow pace to Mike's childhood trauma and intense fear of cockroaches. We even spice things up with a quirky cocktail, "The Cockroach," blending tequila and Kahlua, which surprisingly wins us over despite its ominous aroma.As we dissect the absurd plot points and laugh at the film's bizarre scientific concepts, we can't help but highlight the ironic deaths of scientists by their own creations and ridiculous scenes where characters try to un-flood cars by stomping repeated on the gas pedal. Confounding moments like cockroaches forming patterns to spell words and outdated '70s culinary choices add layers of both humor and nostalgia. We candidly discuss what stands the test of time and what doesn't, taking a light-hearted jab at the peculiarities of making one's own birthday dinner.We also tackle the film's gratuitous scenes and shocking moments, pondering over sweat-stained characters and an unsettling cat on fire scene. The unsettling portrayal of cockroaches affects us deeply, especially Mike, yet we acknowledge the film's realistic depiction of these creepy crawlies. Tune in as we wrap up with some intriguing film trivia, including its unexpected link to "Jaws," and invite you to join our horror-loving community online. Don't forget to rate, comment, and subscribe to keep up with our spooky discussions, and remember, "Scare you later! Head to www.screamsandstreams.com for more information related to our episode.
click to listenThe Two Mikes reunite for the holidays and bring along a Linda! We talk over Joe Hill's new short story and then spend a stupid amount of energy reimagining it as a Hallmark Christmas movie.It's Cocktail Time!The ShotgunIn a rocks glass with ice mix:two shots rye1 shot Kahlua (or other coffee liqueur)dash orange bittersstir and garnish with twist of orange.Chin chin!
Hello Libration Nation! This week we are discussing the classic series Animorphs by K.A. Applegate. Animorphs is a collection of 54 middle-grade books in which five young adults are gifted the power to morph into animals. It was a bit of a cult phenomenon when it was originally published in the late '90s and has recently seen a resurgence online.My guest is Fiona Fenn. Fiona is an author of fantasy novels that put complicated “heroes” front and center. A fan of villains, redemption arcs, and intense explorations of healing in all its forms, her debut novel, The Crack at the Heart of Everything, is a love letter to every villain who wanted to do better but never got the chance.I so enjoyed this conversation with Fiona, talking about the Animorphs series and her love for it, as well as her experience writing and publishing her first novel and everything that goes into this process.Our drink this week is a Flying Saucer, as the Animorphs series begins with the kids meeting an alien who has flown to EarthFlying Saucer Recipe (from Bevvy.com)INGREDIENTS1 oz Amaretto Di Saronno liqueur1 oz Kahlua coffee liqueur3 oz cream3 oz iceCombine in blender until smooth and creamy, serve with cinnamon stick for garnish!In this EpisodeFiona Fenn's WebsiteBuy The Crack at the Heart of Everything by Fiona FennMichael Grant Gone seriesTiny Fox PressAnimorphs AloudQueer Liberation LibraryKA Applegate WebsiteFree Animorphs PDFsFiona Fenn's Substack
In this special birthday episode of The Keto Vegan Podcast, I share the delicious chaos of hosting a keto vegan lunch for 12 guests. From rich chocolate cheesecake and zesty lemon mousse to stuffed chestnut mushrooms and a perfectly seasoned Juicy Marbles loin, the menu was a mix of indulgence and creativity that had even the biggest sceptics asking for seconds. I'll take you behind the scenes of my kitchen triumphs (and a few near-disasters), share tips for making keto vegan dishes that impress, and reveal the drink choices that kept everyone happy—except for that lonely, untouched Porn Star Martini. Whether you're planning your own celebration or just curious how to make a show-stopping keto vegan feast, this episode is packed with ideas, laughs, and plenty of chocolate. Grab a glass of your favourite low-carb drink and join me for this birthday bonanza!
In this episode, we talk with Tom Baker, co-founder of Mr Black, America's best-selling premium coffee liqueur. Tom shares the serendipitous beginnings of his company, the divine intervention of the "coffee gods" that led him to his co-founder, and how Mr Black carved an unexpected niche in the spirits industry. We track the brand's rise from a small Australian startup to a multi-million dollar company, diving into the challenges Tom faced in the early days, launching a coffee liqueur as craft spirits and coffee culture were both emerging. We also explore how Mr Black differentiated itself from competitors like Kahlua with a product that truly tastes like coffee, and how the brand helped shape the Espresso Martini's renaissance. (The Espresso Martini is now the Top 4 best-selling cocktail in America, just two years after hitting the Top 10 list, per Nielsen data!) You'll hear how Mr Black leveraged crowdfunding to gain early traction, the importance of building strong distributor relationships, and how the brand scaled globally. Tom also shares his insights on managing the operational complexities of growing a business, the role of Diageo's acquisition, and why staying focused on a singular vision helped the brand achieve sustained success. And don't miss Last Call, where our on-air team weighs in with the trends they're seeing in their respective markets. We hear from Caroline in Detroit, Scott in the Washington D.C., and Erica in NYC. From the resurgence of aquavit and savory cocktails to a fresh crop of hybrid drinking spaces, find out what's on our radar! LINKS: The Four Disciplines of Execution by Chris McChesney, Sean Covey, Jim Huling Brand Mysticism by Steven Grasse and Aaron Goldfarb The Right It by Alberto Savoia Stay tuned for our next episode dropping on Nov. 27. For the latest updates, follow us: Business of Drinks LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/business-of-drinks/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bizofdrinks/ Erica Duecy, co-host: Erica Duecy is founder and co-host of Business of Drinks, and one of the drinks industry's most accomplished digital and content strategists. She runs consultancy and advisory arm of Business of Drinks, and has built publishing and marketing programs for Drizly, VinePair, SevenFifty, and other hospitality and drinks tech companies. https://www.instagram.com/ericaduecy/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/erica-duecy-4a35844/ Scott Rosenbaum, co-host: Scott Rosenbaum is co-host of Business of Drinks, and a veteran strategist and analyst with deep experience building drinks portfolios. He currently serves as North America Search Manager at Distill Ventures. He was formerly the Vice President of T. Edward Wines & Spirits, a New York-based importer and distributor. https://www.linkedin.com/in/scott-m-rosenbaum/ Caroline Lamb, contributor: Caroline is a producer and on-air contributor at Business of Drinks and a key account sales and marketing specialist at AHD Vintners. https://www.linkedin.com/in/caroline-bork-lamb/ If you like what you heard, help us spread the word! Follow Business of Drinks wherever you're listening, and rate and review our episodes. It really does help us find new listeners. Thank you!
Author Doug Kari discusses his debut true crime novel, The Berman Murders: Unraveling the Mojave Desert's Most Mysterious Unsolved Crime. In this book, Doug chronicles the 1986 disappearance of Barry Berman, heir to the Kahlua fortune, and his wife, Louise, from Saline Valley, CA, located in the Mojave Desert. Their bodies were eventually discovered by the local sheriff's office, but the double homicide was never solved, and no one was ever arrested, let alone convicted, for their murders. After years of research, investigation, and interviews, Doug names the most likely suspect and details how he linked the murders to an overseas sex crimes and trafficking case.
Explorations Commence. by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.“My tongue?” she said, sounding a little squeaky.“Yes, Emily. Slip it in my mouth.”There was a moment of silence, and then she asked, “why?”“I want to show you something delicious,” he said, and instead of the pity he might have expected when he realized that she had never done this, he only felt a primal, primitive male pride to be the one to teach her, to show her.He felt her warm little tongue pressing hesitatingly against his lips and opened them, sucking it hard inside his mouth.“Oh my,” she gasped; or tried to, anyway; and he grinned a little in pure satisfaction.“Good, huh?” he asked after he let go.“Uhm,” she muttered.“Want to do it again?”“Uhm,” she managed again. He slanted his mouth over hers and lapped at her tongue again, this time drawing it into his mouth. He suckled, hard, and she made a small, helpless little sound as both his hands started kneading her ass, covered with the stiff material of new jeans. He pressed her body harder against the door frame, desperate to have more of her. The kiss became urgent, and he realized the exact moment she stopped worrying about what to do and just let her body react, because suddenly it was even more perfect; her lips moving with his, her tongue meeting and thrusting against his, tasting and feeling and exploring. The sounds they were generating were loud in the stillness of the hallway; her moans, his groans, her sighs, his murmurs. Her accelerated breathing, his satisfied growls when she tested and tried something new, something that worked. They kept at it for a few more minutes; it might have been hours for, all he knew; and he dragged one hand up and into her hair.“Ouch,” she gasped, and the fog lifted a little from his brain, enough to clear his mind for a few seconds, enough to make him realize that he was mauling her in the hallway.“What?” he asked, and this time he was the one who felt dazed.“Nothing,” she said quickly. “Just my head, against the doorframe. Please, continue with what you were doing. Don't let me interrupt you…”He laughed a little and pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to get a grip over his hormones. His cock was rock-hard by now, straining against the fly of his jeans. He wanted her so badly, wanted to sink into the softness that was Emily, the gentleness of her embrace. Wanted to teach her everything he knew about lovemaking, demonstrating over and over until she knew exactly what was the best way to fit tab B into slot A.But she was new, and innocent, and as appealing as the idea was, the small part of his mind that was still capable of rational thought knew that taking her right now, braced against the doorway was not only incredibly stupid (due to the whole public aspect of the milieu) but also extremely selfish. She deserved to be taken slowly, gently, preferably with somebody who would take the time to show her everything she needed to know. And also, a bed would be nice.“Just give me a minute,” he said, taking deep breaths.“No! No, no, no! Don't take a minute; you're going to change your mind if you do!”He laughed again. “Not bloody likely,” he said. “Just; just hold on a bit, okay?”“Okay,” she murmured, circling her arms around his body and leaning against him. Her soft hair tickled his chin as she tucked her head in the crook of his neck. He pulled her inside the apartment and closed the door behind them, almost stepping on her glasses in the process. He picked them up and put them on a little table in the corner, and then turned to look at her.She was standing with her hands folded in front of her, head bent down so that he couldn't see her face.She was radiating shyness, and uncertainty, and just a little bit rejection. Tenderness swirled in him again and he stepped closer to her, allowing himself one swift, hard kiss.“Look at me,” he said. She lifted her head slowly and he smiled at her.“You're beautiful,” he said. “don't even think of arguing with me, not even in your mind. Especially not in your mind. I won't have anybody, least of all you, think otherwise. I won't put up with that. You are lovely, and I want you so much it aches. But I want to do what's right.”“What would that be?” she whispered, and he cupped her neck, his thumb playing in the hollow of her throat.“I don't know,” he admitted ruefully. “Right now I just want to take you to bed, so my judgement is a little cloudy.”“Do it,” she said. “Please, Brandon. Take me to bed. I'm so tired of wondering, of not knowing what sex is like. I want; I want to know, and I want to learn.” She was quiet for a second. “I want to feel.”He searched her eyes. “Your first time should be with somebody special,” he objected, knowing that he wouldn't leave unless she asked him to. Knowing exactly what would happen if he stayed. His beautiful, shy little librarian was about to ask him to make love to her, and he was powerless to deny her anything, least of all what she was offering. He was human, and male, after all.Emily looked at him with her heart in his eyes. “You are special,' she said after a few seconds. “You make me feel wanted. Wanton. You make me want to take you to the library and do something in the non-fiction section where nobody ever goes.”He laughed, a raw sound that was being torn from him as his throat closed up. Had he really thought she would be unresponsive and boring?“You have to be sure,” he said. “I'm not doing this if you're not sure.“I was sure the first time I saw you. I didn't know what to say except, ‘a glass of whiskey, please'.”“I've never seen a woman drink whiskey like you did before,' he said with a little smile. “You just sat there, sipping glass after glass of Jameson without making a face, though I'm pretty sure you thought it was disgusting.”“I hated it,” she admitted.” But I didn't know what else to order, and I was too shy to ask your advice.”He made a vow to himself to take her back to the bar one evening and let her have a sip of every single drink he had in stock, until she found something she likes. And then he would mix some cocktails, and teach her about shaken and stirred, and she would never have to drink whiskey alone in a bar again.He kissed her then, a sweet kiss that wasn't about passion as much as compassion. He had feelings for her. They were undeveloped yet, but he wasn't about to deny their existence like some footloose bachelor, afraid of commitment. He didn't know if it was the right thing, making love to her without giving her the chance to get to know him better, but he knew that he could no more let her go right now than he could cut off his own arm. So he stroked her hair, marveling at the silky feel as his lips taught her a few more secrets and his tongue tasted her again. He slid the strands through his fingers and pulled her head back to taste the skin on her neck.She tipped her head willingly, giving him better access. He teased her earlobe, nibbling lightly and flicking it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. The silver hoop she was wearing was in his way, so he used his fingers to get rid of it. He tickled the sensitive area behind her earlobe and tasted the dryness of perfume she had dabbed there. It was bitter, and though it smelled like heaven, he wanted to taste Emily, so he traced a line down her neck and across her collarbone, following the line of an imaginary necklace with his tongue, until the last of the perfume had rubbed off on her skin and all he could taste was Emily. Sweet and unique and still a little bit scared.He explored the hollow between her collarbones, taking his time over it. Her skin was like satin; smooth, silky, and so completely feminine. She moaned, a small sound in the back of her throat as she leaned helplessly against him, her hands around his head and her fingers tangled in his hair. She pulled at his head and he went willingly back to her mouth, to kiss and taste and take.He was never going to get enough of her mouth, he though as he toyed with her lips and let her do the same to him.She stepped away for a second and crossed her arms in front of her, pulling her sweater over her head in one smooth move. Brandon felt his breath catch in her throat when she stood in front of him in only her thin white chemise-like top and a lacy white bra that pushed her boobs together in the most perfect way imaginable. He stopped her hands when she wanted to take the top off and slid his hands over her body reverently. She was so warm, but despite the heat in the room her nipples were hard, beaded little nubs, straining against the honeyed fabric of her thin top.He pulled one strap over her shoulder and tasted the skin he unveiled before reaching down and getting rid of the blasted thing completely. And then his hands were in the skin of her softly rounded, perfectly proportioned hips, and her skin was softer and smoother than the silk of the top that had fluttered to the ground and was now lying there, like a pool of sex, on the floor. Brandon looked her in the eyes, and she gazed back unflinchingly, despite the blush that stained her cheeks a delicious shade of pink. Her tits were spilling a little over the lace edge of her bra, something that the designer had undoubtedly taken great pains to accomplish. It was like... froth, he decided as he traced the edge of the material. Or the white foam on top of a wave as it rolled to shore.He reached behind her, holding her gaze as he undid the clasp of her bra, the movement bringing their bodies together. She made a small sound when he stepped back deliberately and let the bra join the other clothes on the floor.“You are so lovely,” he said, gazing at her body. She was so completely female, so gloriously, radiantly beautiful, and he couldn't believe she was standing there, allowing him to desecrate her innocence. He cupped one of her tits, enjoying the way it spilled over his palm just a little. The tip was pale pink, like a very young rose just ready to bud open. He weighed a tit in each hand and was fascinated by the softness and fullness. His thumbs skated over the tips until they were even harder. He wanted to devour her, but this first time was not for him. It was for her, to feel and learn, and experience. To understand, to know, and to enjoy.“Oh,” she gasped when he bent down and took one nipple into his mouth. Just for a second did he allow himself to be selfish and suckle on it, but then he pulled back and pressed a kiss right in the middle of her cleavage. She moaned a little and moved restlessly, but he didn't relent. He kissed all over her tit, spiraling teasingly toward the nipple, knowing it would drive her crazy. He rubbed his cheek over the sensitive nub, abrading it lightly with his stubble-roughened skin and laving it unexpectedly with his tongue. He nipped lightly with his teeth, and she moaned again, slightly louder this time as he took his time nibbling it.“Do what you did again,” she begged him breathlessly.“And what was that?” he asked, teasing her by drawing his tongue round her nipple without touching it.“What you did before,” she said incoherently.“This?” he asked, licking over it once with his tongue flat.“No,” she said, her head thrown back and her eyes closed.“This, then?” he wanted to know, flicking it quickly.“No! you know what I mean!”He took pity on her. “Is this what you want?” he asked, drawing her into his mouth and suckling hard and sure, playing with his tongue around the tip as he did so.“Oh, yes,” she moaned; a long, drawn out sound that grabbed at his control.He picked the pace up after that, forgoing the torture on her other tit and going straight for the good part, sucking the nipple relentlessly until she let go of his hair and put her hands behind her own head, increasing both her vulnerability and her pleasure as she arched her body into his hands and mouth.She felt something hit the back of her knees and opened her eyes, surprised to find that he had carried her into her bedroom without her noticing it. She was lost in sensations as his mouth travelled across her skin, insistently licking and nibbling, stopping every now and then to explore some new place he wanted to get to know intimately.She heard him unzipping her pants and lifted her body instinctively to help him get rid of it.“Brandon,” she sighed when she was laying naked except for her panties; pretty white lace that matched the bra she had been wearing; on her bed, and Brandon was kneeling at the feet of the bed, trying to get rid of her shoes so he could undress her completely.“Yeah?” His voice was strained with the effort of holding back his passion.“Come up here for a second,” she whispered. He got rid of her shoe and when he had pulled off her jeans he leaned over her, bracing himself on one knee and both arms immediately.“Everything okay?” he asked gently, his face showing no sign of the storm raging inside him. He wanted to rush, wanted to hurry, wanted to burry himself in her body, but he was determined not to. This was for her. For Emily. He would have time later to show her unbridled passion. But right now he wanted her to have the most perfect first time any girl has ever had, anywhere.“It's perfect,” she smiled up at him, her hair flaring out over her pillows.“This is a lot better than the last time I undressed you,” he said, grinning.“What last time?”“Well, you were fairly drunk, so I'm not surprised you don't remember,” he said, tracing a pattern on her tit with his finger; lazy circles and shapes that made her arch a little. “I only took off your coat and your shoes,” he added. “Like I said. This is much better.”She laughed a little. “I'm still sorry you spent the night on the couch.”“Yeah,” he said. “You're going to need to get a bigger couch if I'm going to spend the night again.”She licked over her lips, a small gesture he recognized by now as a sign of nerves, so he waited for her to speak, trying to ignore the throbbing in his cock.“Why don't you just use the bed next time?” she asked tentatively. “If you want there to be a next time, that is. I don't want you to feel I expect anything, or that I presume this, right here, right now, that it means I…”He cut her off. “What are you talking about, woman?” he asked, but he thought he knew, and he didn't like the direction of her thoughts.“I don't want you to think I expect the fact that you're making love to me means I will expect more than just that,” she said carefully. “I'm not naïve enough to think this means happy-ever-after.”“Okay,” he said. “With that cleared up, can we go back to the love-making?”“By all means,' she said. He kissed her then, letting her taste a bit of his anger because, damn her, had the thought ever crossed her mind that he might want more? That once might not be enough for him?She sank back into the fluffy duvet, her arms around him pulling him down with her. She pressed her tit against his upper body. He moaned at the feel of her naked body against his clothed one, especially when she rubbed herself against him.“You're overdressed,” she said and he gave a bark of laughter, hurrying to remedy just that. He was out of his shirt in record time, and she leaned up to watch as he struggled a little with his jeans. Getting it past his raging hard-on was a delicate operation, but he managed not to injure himself.“Let me,” she said when the jean was around his ankles and he started on his black boxer briefs.She scooted closer to him, dressed only in her lacy white panties, the scent of her arousal wafting through the air.She was very careful when she slid one hand into the waistband and pulled it away from his body and down. It kept getting stuck on his cock, so she used her other hand to hold his cock out of the way. They both gasped when her fingers touched him. Finally the boxers was around his ankles, so he kicked it and the jeans off and out of the way.She stared at his cock for a few seconds, her hand hovering as if she wanted to touch it.“'Can I …” she indicated and he nodded, his throat dry. She touched one finger to his shaft, running it up and down his thick length.“It's so hard,” she said, marveling. “and at the same time, it's so soft. Why is that?”He moaned something in response as she made a fist around him, testing the thickness and pressing lightly.“Harder,” he gasped. She did just that, and he groaned. Emily yanked her hand away.“Did I hurt you?” she asked, wide-eyed. “I'm sorry! I've never, you know, seen one. In real life. Tell me what to do.”“Later,” he gasped and pressed her down on the bed, kissing her senseless as he roamed over her body with one hand. “I'll let you do whatever you want later. But now I want to show you; do you trust me?”She blinked up at him.“Yes,” she said, and the simple word tore through his last resistance. He kissed her with all the passion he'd been holding back, letting her know how much he wanted this, wanted her as he slid one hand down and into her panties.“You're shaved,” he said, surprised.“When I was in my early twenties, I went for permanent hair removal,” she said. “Each time I tried shaving, I wound up cutting myself, so I just decided, screw that. I'm sorry.”“Don't be sorry,” he said as he stroked his finger over her hairless mound, testing the softness of her skin before dipping lower.And then he groaned as his finger was instantly coated in wetness. She was soaking.She moaned at the strangeness of having somebody else's finger inside her. He explored the lips, the petals, her clit, before dipping his fingertip inside her and dabbling a little while he kissed her again. She opened her legs wider instinctively, unaware of the eroticism of the movement. He rushed a little as he pulled her panties off and threw them over his shoulder. He knelt between her legs, spreading her knees further as he wedged his shoulders between her thighs.“Emily, may I go down on you?” he asked formally. Just to be sure.“You mean; you want to; Yes, all right. You don't have to, though.”“It's not ‘have to' as much as ‘want to',” he said. “I want to taste you.”“Well, don't let me stop you,' she said, still a little shy.He used the fingers of one hand to spread her lips and the middle finger of his other hand to dibble inside her again, coating his finger in her juice and spreading it around her cunt. She wriggled a little and gave a small moan. Brandon knew he wasn't going to last a hell of a lot longer, and he needed to get her off so he could get off. So he honed in on her clit with his finger, rubbing it fast and light, and then hard, and then in tight little circles, trying to find out what she liked best.Emily closed her eyes and fisted her hands in the duvet as Brandon's finger did things to her nobody else has ever done. She gave a gasp when he hit just the right spot, and he must have noticed, because he focused on it then, rubbing and tapping at it. A strange need was building inside her. She knew what orgasms feel like; and it was nothing like this. This was an urgency she couldn't stop, a tidal wave rising from every nerve-end in her body.“Brandon,” she gasped, clawing at his back to get him to stop. There was something wrong with her; this wasn't normal. But he didn't seem to realize her urgency, because then, oh mercy, his mouth was on her pussy, and he was sucking first the one lip and then the other into his mouth before getting to her clit. He moaned a little and muttered something about how good she tasted, but Emily was still fighting the feelings building up inside her and didn't respond beyond little mewling sounds as she tried to get away from the sensations the way an inexperienced swimmer tries to escape an enormous wave. Brandon growled and flicked his tongue over her clit for a second, before rubbing it hard with his tongue. He nibbled lightly and drew it into his mouth, suckling like he did on her nipple.“Let go,” he whispered against her, his breath warm on her wet skin. “Stop fighting it and let go, Emily.”She cried out loudly, her back bowing and her hips thrusting as she rode his face, her hands drawing his head closer. The orgasm broke over her; a tidal wave that wreaked havoc with her nervous system and set every nerve ending on fire. It just lasted and lasted, one wave after another cresting through her body as she came, again and again and again.Brandon growled as he lapped at her, and she realized dimly that he was licking up her juices. His hands were on her hips, holding her down as she bucked.She floated back and was limp while he gave her a few seconds to adjust. She couldn't open her eyes, could barely breath, but she welcomed the feeling of his warm body sinking down on hers. It was unfamiliar, the weight of somebody else on top of her, but she loved the feeling and even if she had wanted to, she couldn't have pushed him off. Her body still twitched every few seconds from the strength of her orgasm.He settled between her legs and she could feel the hard length of his cock against her.“Condom,” she managed, but he kissed her on the lips. Shoe could still taste herself on his lips and it was surprisingly erotic.“Taken care of,” he said, his voice strained. “Are you ready, honey?”“Yes,” she whispered.“I don't want to hurt you,” he said. “And since you no longer have a hymen, it shouldn't be too painful. But it will still feel strange. I'll go as slowly as I can, but I'm not going to last very long.”“I'm not scared,” she said softly. “Because it's you, and it's now, and it's perfect.”He positioned himself with one hand, first sliding his hard manhood around through her lips, coating himself and the rubber with slickness. His head pressed at her entrance and she opened her legs, lifting her knees. He held there for a little before he pushed in deeper. Just a little bit, giving her time to adjust. He slid in, and it was surprisingly easy, though her body tried to reject his advance at first. Then he pushed a little bit more, a little bit harder, and he slid home.“Oh, my,” she gasped as he held perfectly still inside her. She could feel the struggle between his mind and his body as he strained to hold himself from moving.“Are you all right?”She couldn't speak, so she just nodded her head. She was so full; he was so much bigger than her vibrator, so much more effective, for that matter. It was a strange feeling, having something that big inside her. But the more her body relaxed around him, the better it got.“How does it feel to no longer be a virgin?” he whispered hoarsely against the curve of her neck. She still couldn't find her voice, so she just smiled.Brandon seemed to understand, because he pressed his lips against her and moved his hips, shifting back just a little before surging back again. She swallowed away the tightness in her throat that always indicated tears and took deep breaths while he moved slowly inside her, gradually picking up the pace. His breathing was hard and labored when he slid in and out with measured strokes.“So tight,' he moaned. “So wet. “So perfect…”“Can you; go a little faster?” Emily asked hesitantly. She was no longer sore, just full, and she wanted something, anything, to fill the sudden, unexpected emptiness that seemed to have come from nowhere and settled between her legs.“No problem,” he said, moving a bit more forceful, his hips straining to get closed to hers.She crossed her legs around his waist and her arms around his body as he kissed her neck. The sound of their breathing filled the room, followed by the wet sounds that came with sex, and the slaps of their bodies banging against each other.Her awkward attempts at thrusting back had him clenching his teeth as he slipped in and out of her slick, hot core. She was so damn wet, so damn tight, and he wanted to come so badly. But he wasn't ready to stop yet, not with Emily in his arms, under him and around him, making sounds that drove him crazy.He started thrusting faster and wilder, feeling her inner muscles clench his cock as he pumped into her. He lifted himself on his knees and pulled her hips towards his bodies, holding her up with his hands cupped under her ass. The new position had her body bowing backwards as he thrust in deeper and harder. She gasped with every stroke as the tip of his cock went in deeper than before. Her hands cupped her tits and she rubbed and pinched her nipples.“Oh, yes,” he moaned. “Fuck, that's hot. Don't stop!”“More,” she gasped when he went even faster. “I need more. Please, Brandon, I want; I need…”“Tell me,” he said, hissing through his teeth for breath. “Tell me what you want.”“You,” she said, and his balls slapped against her with each thrust. “Just you, taking me; Oh, oh, yes! Right there, please, again!”He complied, rubbing her clit with one finger as the other hand held her lower body up for him to use.“I'm going to cum,” she said. “Please; oh, yes, yes, Brandon!”She threw back her head as she came again and even through the condom, Brandon could feel the fresh gushes of nectar. The walls of her cunt was pulsing and pulsating, tugging him deep and hard, milking him and tugging at his cock like a slick, wet velvety fist. It was the hot liquid tugs, the expression of bliss on her face and her triumphant scream that made him lose control. He trembled as he lunged inside, as deep as he could go, one last time. He felt that too-familiar feeling as his balls drew up tight against his body, as the delicious orgasm hit him, seeming to come both from outside and within his body. He held himself deep and ground down on her as he came hard, spurt after spurt filling up the rubber, so much so that he was almost afraid it would overflow. But he was helpless to do anything but keep inside her tight sheath as the tremors in them both subsided.After a few minutes, his heartbeat had returned to only three times as fast as usual, and he flopped down on the bed next to her. He pulled of the condom and cleaned up his cock with a tissue from the box on her bedside table. She was still breathing fast, and he pulled her into his arms, entwining their legs as they came down from whatever cloud they had been on.“I have this fantasy,” she said after being quiet for so long that he'd thought she had fallen asleep.“Sure thing, honey,” he muttered. “Just gimme a few minutes and I'll be good to go again.”“Not right now, you dolt,” she said, snuggling in deeper to belie her words. “Later. I have this fantasy. Of sex. In a bar.”He opened one eye and looked at her. “Really?”“Oh, yes,” she said, putting her arm around his chest and rubbing her leg soothingly against his. “I've always had a thing for hot bartenders.”“Well, well,” he said, keeping the inevitable drowsiness at bay so they could enjoy the post-coital chat a little longer. “And to think I've always had a secret librarian fantasy.”She looked up at him, her blue eyes struggling to focus on his without her glasses, but then she smiled. “Is that so?”“Yeah,” he said. “I've always had a thing for hot women telling me I'm not allowed to talk.”She giggled. “Then stop talking right now,” she commanded.He grinned.This was going to be so much fun.Back to the tavernSomebody had paid for a Carrie Underwood song on the jukebox in the back corner, causing a few girls in cowboy hats at the nearest booth to scream ‘who!' and shoot their fists into the air, signaling their pleasure and desire for another round of shots. Some of the men watched them with drunken grins, appreciating the slutty cowgirl getups and clear willingness to go to bed, a bathroom stall or the backseat of any random guy's car.The bar was full; nothing like the evening before a national holiday to get drunk; and the staff had their hands full, trying to deliver the right drinks to the right table. At the bar Brandon was busy mixing fruity drinks for what was clearly a group of sorority girls hell-bent on going wild. As Carrie beat up her boyfriend's pretty little souped-up four-wheel-drive, he added the requisite cocktail umbrellas his nieces always wanted when they played with their Barbies.Who said girls ever grew up?One of the waiters whisked the tray away and left him to deal with more hard-core drinkers - beer, beer, rum and coke, beer, some shots of tequila, beer…It was one of those moments where everything seemed to fall in place; the music ended and there was no new song yet, so a silence settled over the bar for a heartbeat, just as the door opened, letting in a rush of wind and a few lost raindrops. The girl stepped inside, clearly enjoying the spotlight of the moment as every male eye in the bar was fixed on her. She looked around leisurely as she started to work on the buttons of her black coat, undoing each one slowly and with a knowing little smile, making it look like a very public striptease. She moved her shoulders sensually to let the coat slide from her shoulders, reminding Brandon of a girl in a silky nightgown, seducing her boyfriend in the bedroom. Her gaze lingered on Brandon for a few seconds while the attendant at the coatrack took her coat and handed her a ticket.Brandon felt the heat of her eyes burn through his body, and swallowed a little uncomfortably. The girl was hotter than any chili he had ever tasted and he knew his girlfriend would not approve of the fantasies running through his mind at that second.The newcomer made her way over to the bar, ignoring the men who shifted their bodies to brush up against her as she slid past them on black fuck-me-senseless heels. The elevation of the shoes was doing the most interesting things to her legs, making them seem as if they just went on forever. Her dress; if you could call that excuse for an outfit a dress; was a lace and leather orgasm waiting to happen, held together by silky strings Brandon could imagine undoing with his teeth. It ended just south of respectable, and dipped so low in the front, a good jiggle would probably shake the precarious hold it had on her boobs and dislodge one of them.Brandon wanted to jiggle her.And it wasn't just her clothes. She had a face and the body to match his every wet dream. Silky, dark brown curls brushing down her back, blue eyes that portrayed a vulnerability completely at odds with her sin-on-heels outfit. Her mouth was full and plump and looked like a vodka-soaked cherry that needed to be licked and sucked and nibbled on. She had painted it wine-red and it glimmered wetly in the low lighting, begging to be kissed. Brandon stared down the college boy who worked behind the bar part-time as the kid hurried to serve her.“What can I get you?” he asked as she slipped one hip onto the high barstool, crossing her legs and letting one of the strappy heels dangle of her foot. Her tongue shot out and tasted the edge of her upper lip. His eyes followed the movement, almost hypnotized by the small pink movement, reminding him of another pink little female nub he liked to suck on.“What do you have that's good?” she asked, her fingers touching the edge of the bodice of her dress seductively.“How about a martini?” he asked, his eyes trying their best to untie that string that held together her dress at the front.“No,” she said, simply.“Sex on the beach?”She lifted one sexy eyebrow. “We're a little far from the beach, don't you think?”“A screaming orgasm, then,” he said, getting very obvious in this game of seduction they were playing.She leaned forward, getting perilously close to showing him her nipples.“I'll have one of those,” she said, “and take an I O U.”“First one's on the house,' he said huskily, “but you can open a tab for those I O Use.”She smiled, a cat-in-the-birdhouse smile that played havoc on his hormones.He compared her to his girlfriend as he turned to start mixing the drink and felt a stab of shame and guilt. Emily was a librarian; a mousey girl with dowdy glasses and a sweet personality. This vixen behind the bar was his every fantasy come to life. And he was going to screw her before he went home to the girl he planned to ask to marry him.One last fling, he told himself as he added the Bailey's to the vodka over the crushed ice. He opened a new bottle of Kahlua and added it, stirring the glass before setting it down in front of her. One last wild thing before I settle down, become a respectable white-picket-fence husband, and start mowing the lawn on Saturdays.The thought was almost depressing, but he knew it was time to move on from bachelor life and Emily was the perfect girl to marry. He even loved her, which made the whole deal seem worthwhile.To be continued, by horn pixy.
Explorations Commence. by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.“My tongue?” she said, sounding a little squeaky.“Yes, Emily. Slip it in my mouth.”There was a moment of silence, and then she asked, “why?”“I want to show you something delicious,” he said, and instead of the pity he might have expected when he realized that she had never done this, he only felt a primal, primitive male pride to be the one to teach her, to show her.He felt her warm little tongue pressing hesitatingly against his lips and opened them, sucking it hard inside his mouth.“Oh my,” she gasped; or tried to, anyway; and he grinned a little in pure satisfaction.“Good, huh?” he asked after he let go.“Uhm,” she muttered.“Want to do it again?”“Uhm,” she managed again. He slanted his mouth over hers and lapped at her tongue again, this time drawing it into his mouth. He suckled, hard, and she made a small, helpless little sound as both his hands started kneading her ass, covered with the stiff material of new jeans. He pressed her body harder against the door frame, desperate to have more of her. The kiss became urgent, and he realized the exact moment she stopped worrying about what to do and just let her body react, because suddenly it was even more perfect; her lips moving with his, her tongue meeting and thrusting against his, tasting and feeling and exploring. The sounds they were generating were loud in the stillness of the hallway; her moans, his groans, her sighs, his murmurs. Her accelerated breathing, his satisfied growls when she tested and tried something new, something that worked. They kept at it for a few more minutes; it might have been hours for, all he knew; and he dragged one hand up and into her hair.“Ouch,” she gasped, and the fog lifted a little from his brain, enough to clear his mind for a few seconds, enough to make him realize that he was mauling her in the hallway.“What?” he asked, and this time he was the one who felt dazed.“Nothing,” she said quickly. “Just my head, against the doorframe. Please, continue with what you were doing. Don't let me interrupt you…”He laughed a little and pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to get a grip over his hormones. His cock was rock-hard by now, straining against the fly of his jeans. He wanted her so badly, wanted to sink into the softness that was Emily, the gentleness of her embrace. Wanted to teach her everything he knew about lovemaking, demonstrating over and over until she knew exactly what was the best way to fit tab B into slot A.But she was new, and innocent, and as appealing as the idea was, the small part of his mind that was still capable of rational thought knew that taking her right now, braced against the doorway was not only incredibly stupid (due to the whole public aspect of the milieu) but also extremely selfish. She deserved to be taken slowly, gently, preferably with somebody who would take the time to show her everything she needed to know. And also, a bed would be nice.“Just give me a minute,” he said, taking deep breaths.“No! No, no, no! Don't take a minute; you're going to change your mind if you do!”He laughed again. “Not bloody likely,” he said. “Just; just hold on a bit, okay?”“Okay,” she murmured, circling her arms around his body and leaning against him. Her soft hair tickled his chin as she tucked her head in the crook of his neck. He pulled her inside the apartment and closed the door behind them, almost stepping on her glasses in the process. He picked them up and put them on a little table in the corner, and then turned to look at her.She was standing with her hands folded in front of her, head bent down so that he couldn't see her face.She was radiating shyness, and uncertainty, and just a little bit rejection. Tenderness swirled in him again and he stepped closer to her, allowing himself one swift, hard kiss.“Look at me,” he said. She lifted her head slowly and he smiled at her.“You're beautiful,” he said. “don't even think of arguing with me, not even in your mind. Especially not in your mind. I won't have anybody, least of all you, think otherwise. I won't put up with that. You are lovely, and I want you so much it aches. But I want to do what's right.”“What would that be?” she whispered, and he cupped her neck, his thumb playing in the hollow of her throat.“I don't know,” he admitted ruefully. “Right now I just want to take you to bed, so my judgement is a little cloudy.”“Do it,” she said. “Please, Brandon. Take me to bed. I'm so tired of wondering, of not knowing what sex is like. I want; I want to know, and I want to learn.” She was quiet for a second. “I want to feel.”He searched her eyes. “Your first time should be with somebody special,” he objected, knowing that he wouldn't leave unless she asked him to. Knowing exactly what would happen if he stayed. His beautiful, shy little librarian was about to ask him to make love to her, and he was powerless to deny her anything, least of all what she was offering. He was human, and male, after all.Emily looked at him with her heart in his eyes. “You are special,' she said after a few seconds. “You make me feel wanted. Wanton. You make me want to take you to the library and do something in the non-fiction section where nobody ever goes.”He laughed, a raw sound that was being torn from him as his throat closed up. Had he really thought she would be unresponsive and boring?“You have to be sure,” he said. “I'm not doing this if you're not sure.“I was sure the first time I saw you. I didn't know what to say except, ‘a glass of whiskey, please'.”“I've never seen a woman drink whiskey like you did before,' he said with a little smile. “You just sat there, sipping glass after glass of Jameson without making a face, though I'm pretty sure you thought it was disgusting.”“I hated it,” she admitted.” But I didn't know what else to order, and I was too shy to ask your advice.”He made a vow to himself to take her back to the bar one evening and let her have a sip of every single drink he had in stock, until she found something she likes. And then he would mix some cocktails, and teach her about shaken and stirred, and she would never have to drink whiskey alone in a bar again.He kissed her then, a sweet kiss that wasn't about passion as much as compassion. He had feelings for her. They were undeveloped yet, but he wasn't about to deny their existence like some footloose bachelor, afraid of commitment. He didn't know if it was the right thing, making love to her without giving her the chance to get to know him better, but he knew that he could no more let her go right now than he could cut off his own arm. So he stroked her hair, marveling at the silky feel as his lips taught her a few more secrets and his tongue tasted her again. He slid the strands through his fingers and pulled her head back to taste the skin on her neck.She tipped her head willingly, giving him better access. He teased her earlobe, nibbling lightly and flicking it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. The silver hoop she was wearing was in his way, so he used his fingers to get rid of it. He tickled the sensitive area behind her earlobe and tasted the dryness of perfume she had dabbed there. It was bitter, and though it smelled like heaven, he wanted to taste Emily, so he traced a line down her neck and across her collarbone, following the line of an imaginary necklace with his tongue, until the last of the perfume had rubbed off on her skin and all he could taste was Emily. Sweet and unique and still a little bit scared.He explored the hollow between her collarbones, taking his time over it. Her skin was like satin; smooth, silky, and so completely feminine. She moaned, a small sound in the back of her throat as she leaned helplessly against him, her hands around his head and her fingers tangled in his hair. She pulled at his head and he went willingly back to her mouth, to kiss and taste and take.He was never going to get enough of her mouth, he though as he toyed with her lips and let her do the same to him.She stepped away for a second and crossed her arms in front of her, pulling her sweater over her head in one smooth move. Brandon felt his breath catch in her throat when she stood in front of him in only her thin white chemise-like top and a lacy white bra that pushed her boobs together in the most perfect way imaginable. He stopped her hands when she wanted to take the top off and slid his hands over her body reverently. She was so warm, but despite the heat in the room her nipples were hard, beaded little nubs, straining against the honeyed fabric of her thin top.He pulled one strap over her shoulder and tasted the skin he unveiled before reaching down and getting rid of the blasted thing completely. And then his hands were in the skin of her softly rounded, perfectly proportioned hips, and her skin was softer and smoother than the silk of the top that had fluttered to the ground and was now lying there, like a pool of sex, on the floor. Brandon looked her in the eyes, and she gazed back unflinchingly, despite the blush that stained her cheeks a delicious shade of pink. Her tits were spilling a little over the lace edge of her bra, something that the designer had undoubtedly taken great pains to accomplish. It was like... froth, he decided as he traced the edge of the material. Or the white foam on top of a wave as it rolled to shore.He reached behind her, holding her gaze as he undid the clasp of her bra, the movement bringing their bodies together. She made a small sound when he stepped back deliberately and let the bra join the other clothes on the floor.“You are so lovely,” he said, gazing at her body. She was so completely female, so gloriously, radiantly beautiful, and he couldn't believe she was standing there, allowing him to desecrate her innocence. He cupped one of her tits, enjoying the way it spilled over his palm just a little. The tip was pale pink, like a very young rose just ready to bud open. He weighed a tit in each hand and was fascinated by the softness and fullness. His thumbs skated over the tips until they were even harder. He wanted to devour her, but this first time was not for him. It was for her, to feel and learn, and experience. To understand, to know, and to enjoy.“Oh,” she gasped when he bent down and took one nipple into his mouth. Just for a second did he allow himself to be selfish and suckle on it, but then he pulled back and pressed a kiss right in the middle of her cleavage. She moaned a little and moved restlessly, but he didn't relent. He kissed all over her tit, spiraling teasingly toward the nipple, knowing it would drive her crazy. He rubbed his cheek over the sensitive nub, abrading it lightly with his stubble-roughened skin and laving it unexpectedly with his tongue. He nipped lightly with his teeth, and she moaned again, slightly louder this time as he took his time nibbling it.“Do what you did again,” she begged him breathlessly.“And what was that?” he asked, teasing her by drawing his tongue round her nipple without touching it.“What you did before,” she said incoherently.“This?” he asked, licking over it once with his tongue flat.“No,” she said, her head thrown back and her eyes closed.“This, then?” he wanted to know, flicking it quickly.“No! you know what I mean!”He took pity on her. “Is this what you want?” he asked, drawing her into his mouth and suckling hard and sure, playing with his tongue around the tip as he did so.“Oh, yes,” she moaned; a long, drawn out sound that grabbed at his control.He picked the pace up after that, forgoing the torture on her other tit and going straight for the good part, sucking the nipple relentlessly until she let go of his hair and put her hands behind her own head, increasing both her vulnerability and her pleasure as she arched her body into his hands and mouth.She felt something hit the back of her knees and opened her eyes, surprised to find that he had carried her into her bedroom without her noticing it. She was lost in sensations as his mouth travelled across her skin, insistently licking and nibbling, stopping every now and then to explore some new place he wanted to get to know intimately.She heard him unzipping her pants and lifted her body instinctively to help him get rid of it.“Brandon,” she sighed when she was laying naked except for her panties; pretty white lace that matched the bra she had been wearing; on her bed, and Brandon was kneeling at the feet of the bed, trying to get rid of her shoes so he could undress her completely.“Yeah?” His voice was strained with the effort of holding back his passion.“Come up here for a second,” she whispered. He got rid of her shoe and when he had pulled off her jeans he leaned over her, bracing himself on one knee and both arms immediately.“Everything okay?” he asked gently, his face showing no sign of the storm raging inside him. He wanted to rush, wanted to hurry, wanted to burry himself in her body, but he was determined not to. This was for her. For Emily. He would have time later to show her unbridled passion. But right now he wanted her to have the most perfect first time any girl has ever had, anywhere.“It's perfect,” she smiled up at him, her hair flaring out over her pillows.“This is a lot better than the last time I undressed you,” he said, grinning.“What last time?”“Well, you were fairly drunk, so I'm not surprised you don't remember,” he said, tracing a pattern on her tit with his finger; lazy circles and shapes that made her arch a little. “I only took off your coat and your shoes,” he added. “Like I said. This is much better.”She laughed a little. “I'm still sorry you spent the night on the couch.”“Yeah,” he said. “You're going to need to get a bigger couch if I'm going to spend the night again.”She licked over her lips, a small gesture he recognized by now as a sign of nerves, so he waited for her to speak, trying to ignore the throbbing in his cock.“Why don't you just use the bed next time?” she asked tentatively. “If you want there to be a next time, that is. I don't want you to feel I expect anything, or that I presume this, right here, right now, that it means I…”He cut her off. “What are you talking about, woman?” he asked, but he thought he knew, and he didn't like the direction of her thoughts.“I don't want you to think I expect the fact that you're making love to me means I will expect more than just that,” she said carefully. “I'm not naïve enough to think this means happy-ever-after.”“Okay,” he said. “With that cleared up, can we go back to the love-making?”“By all means,' she said. He kissed her then, letting her taste a bit of his anger because, damn her, had the thought ever crossed her mind that he might want more? That once might not be enough for him?She sank back into the fluffy duvet, her arms around him pulling him down with her. She pressed her tit against his upper body. He moaned at the feel of her naked body against his clothed one, especially when she rubbed herself against him.“You're overdressed,” she said and he gave a bark of laughter, hurrying to remedy just that. He was out of his shirt in record time, and she leaned up to watch as he struggled a little with his jeans. Getting it past his raging hard-on was a delicate operation, but he managed not to injure himself.“Let me,” she said when the jean was around his ankles and he started on his black boxer briefs.She scooted closer to him, dressed only in her lacy white panties, the scent of her arousal wafting through the air.She was very careful when she slid one hand into the waistband and pulled it away from his body and down. It kept getting stuck on his cock, so she used her other hand to hold his cock out of the way. They both gasped when her fingers touched him. Finally the boxers was around his ankles, so he kicked it and the jeans off and out of the way.She stared at his cock for a few seconds, her hand hovering as if she wanted to touch it.“'Can I …” she indicated and he nodded, his throat dry. She touched one finger to his shaft, running it up and down his thick length.“It's so hard,” she said, marveling. “and at the same time, it's so soft. Why is that?”He moaned something in response as she made a fist around him, testing the thickness and pressing lightly.“Harder,” he gasped. She did just that, and he groaned. Emily yanked her hand away.“Did I hurt you?” she asked, wide-eyed. “I'm sorry! I've never, you know, seen one. In real life. Tell me what to do.”“Later,” he gasped and pressed her down on the bed, kissing her senseless as he roamed over her body with one hand. “I'll let you do whatever you want later. But now I want to show you; do you trust me?”She blinked up at him.“Yes,” she said, and the simple word tore through his last resistance. He kissed her with all the passion he'd been holding back, letting her know how much he wanted this, wanted her as he slid one hand down and into her panties.“You're shaved,” he said, surprised.“When I was in my early twenties, I went for permanent hair removal,” she said. “Each time I tried shaving, I wound up cutting myself, so I just decided, screw that. I'm sorry.”“Don't be sorry,” he said as he stroked his finger over her hairless mound, testing the softness of her skin before dipping lower.And then he groaned as his finger was instantly coated in wetness. She was soaking.She moaned at the strangeness of having somebody else's finger inside her. He explored the lips, the petals, her clit, before dipping his fingertip inside her and dabbling a little while he kissed her again. She opened her legs wider instinctively, unaware of the eroticism of the movement. He rushed a little as he pulled her panties off and threw them over his shoulder. He knelt between her legs, spreading her knees further as he wedged his shoulders between her thighs.“Emily, may I go down on you?” he asked formally. Just to be sure.“You mean; you want to; Yes, all right. You don't have to, though.”“It's not ‘have to' as much as ‘want to',” he said. “I want to taste you.”“Well, don't let me stop you,' she said, still a little shy.He used the fingers of one hand to spread her lips and the middle finger of his other hand to dibble inside her again, coating his finger in her juice and spreading it around her cunt. She wriggled a little and gave a small moan. Brandon knew he wasn't going to last a hell of a lot longer, and he needed to get her off so he could get off. So he honed in on her clit with his finger, rubbing it fast and light, and then hard, and then in tight little circles, trying to find out what she liked best.Emily closed her eyes and fisted her hands in the duvet as Brandon's finger did things to her nobody else has ever done. She gave a gasp when he hit just the right spot, and he must have noticed, because he focused on it then, rubbing and tapping at it. A strange need was building inside her. She knew what orgasms feel like; and it was nothing like this. This was an urgency she couldn't stop, a tidal wave rising from every nerve-end in her body.“Brandon,” she gasped, clawing at his back to get him to stop. There was something wrong with her; this wasn't normal. But he didn't seem to realize her urgency, because then, oh mercy, his mouth was on her pussy, and he was sucking first the one lip and then the other into his mouth before getting to her clit. He moaned a little and muttered something about how good she tasted, but Emily was still fighting the feelings building up inside her and didn't respond beyond little mewling sounds as she tried to get away from the sensations the way an inexperienced swimmer tries to escape an enormous wave. Brandon growled and flicked his tongue over her clit for a second, before rubbing it hard with his tongue. He nibbled lightly and drew it into his mouth, suckling like he did on her nipple.“Let go,” he whispered against her, his breath warm on her wet skin. “Stop fighting it and let go, Emily.”She cried out loudly, her back bowing and her hips thrusting as she rode his face, her hands drawing his head closer. The orgasm broke over her; a tidal wave that wreaked havoc with her nervous system and set every nerve ending on fire. It just lasted and lasted, one wave after another cresting through her body as she came, again and again and again.Brandon growled as he lapped at her, and she realized dimly that he was licking up her juices. His hands were on her hips, holding her down as she bucked.She floated back and was limp while he gave her a few seconds to adjust. She couldn't open her eyes, could barely breath, but she welcomed the feeling of his warm body sinking down on hers. It was unfamiliar, the weight of somebody else on top of her, but she loved the feeling and even if she had wanted to, she couldn't have pushed him off. Her body still twitched every few seconds from the strength of her orgasm.He settled between her legs and she could feel the hard length of his cock against her.“Condom,” she managed, but he kissed her on the lips. Shoe could still taste herself on his lips and it was surprisingly erotic.“Taken care of,” he said, his voice strained. “Are you ready, honey?”“Yes,” she whispered.“I don't want to hurt you,” he said. “And since you no longer have a hymen, it shouldn't be too painful. But it will still feel strange. I'll go as slowly as I can, but I'm not going to last very long.”“I'm not scared,” she said softly. “Because it's you, and it's now, and it's perfect.”He positioned himself with one hand, first sliding his hard manhood around through her lips, coating himself and the rubber with slickness. His head pressed at her entrance and she opened her legs, lifting her knees. He held there for a little before he pushed in deeper. Just a little bit, giving her time to adjust. He slid in, and it was surprisingly easy, though her body tried to reject his advance at first. Then he pushed a little bit more, a little bit harder, and he slid home.“Oh, my,” she gasped as he held perfectly still inside her. She could feel the struggle between his mind and his body as he strained to hold himself from moving.“Are you all right?”She couldn't speak, so she just nodded her head. She was so full; he was so much bigger than her vibrator, so much more effective, for that matter. It was a strange feeling, having something that big inside her. But the more her body relaxed around him, the better it got.“How does it feel to no longer be a virgin?” he whispered hoarsely against the curve of her neck. She still couldn't find her voice, so she just smiled.Brandon seemed to understand, because he pressed his lips against her and moved his hips, shifting back just a little before surging back again. She swallowed away the tightness in her throat that always indicated tears and took deep breaths while he moved slowly inside her, gradually picking up the pace. His breathing was hard and labored when he slid in and out with measured strokes.“So tight,' he moaned. “So wet. “So perfect…”“Can you; go a little faster?” Emily asked hesitantly. She was no longer sore, just full, and she wanted something, anything, to fill the sudden, unexpected emptiness that seemed to have come from nowhere and settled between her legs.“No problem,” he said, moving a bit more forceful, his hips straining to get closed to hers.She crossed her legs around his waist and her arms around his body as he kissed her neck. The sound of their breathing filled the room, followed by the wet sounds that came with sex, and the slaps of their bodies banging against each other.Her awkward attempts at thrusting back had him clenching his teeth as he slipped in and out of her slick, hot core. She was so damn wet, so damn tight, and he wanted to come so badly. But he wasn't ready to stop yet, not with Emily in his arms, under him and around him, making sounds that drove him crazy.He started thrusting faster and wilder, feeling her inner muscles clench his cock as he pumped into her. He lifted himself on his knees and pulled her hips towards his bodies, holding her up with his hands cupped under her ass. The new position had her body bowing backwards as he thrust in deeper and harder. She gasped with every stroke as the tip of his cock went in deeper than before. Her hands cupped her tits and she rubbed and pinched her nipples.“Oh, yes,” he moaned. “Fuck, that's hot. Don't stop!”“More,” she gasped when he went even faster. “I need more. Please, Brandon, I want; I need…”“Tell me,” he said, hissing through his teeth for breath. “Tell me what you want.”“You,” she said, and his balls slapped against her with each thrust. “Just you, taking me; Oh, oh, yes! Right there, please, again!”He complied, rubbing her clit with one finger as the other hand held her lower body up for him to use.“I'm going to cum,” she said. “Please; oh, yes, yes, Brandon!”She threw back her head as she came again and even through the condom, Brandon could feel the fresh gushes of nectar. The walls of her cunt was pulsing and pulsating, tugging him deep and hard, milking him and tugging at his cock like a slick, wet velvety fist. It was the hot liquid tugs, the expression of bliss on her face and her triumphant scream that made him lose control. He trembled as he lunged inside, as deep as he could go, one last time. He felt that too-familiar feeling as his balls drew up tight against his body, as the delicious orgasm hit him, seeming to come both from outside and within his body. He held himself deep and ground down on her as he came hard, spurt after spurt filling up the rubber, so much so that he was almost afraid it would overflow. But he was helpless to do anything but keep inside her tight sheath as the tremors in them both subsided.After a few minutes, his heartbeat had returned to only three times as fast as usual, and he flopped down on the bed next to her. He pulled of the condom and cleaned up his cock with a tissue from the box on her bedside table. She was still breathing fast, and he pulled her into his arms, entwining their legs as they came down from whatever cloud they had been on.“I have this fantasy,” she said after being quiet for so long that he'd thought she had fallen asleep.“Sure thing, honey,” he muttered. “Just gimme a few minutes and I'll be good to go again.”“Not right now, you dolt,” she said, snuggling in deeper to belie her words. “Later. I have this fantasy. Of sex. In a bar.”He opened one eye and looked at her. “Really?”“Oh, yes,” she said, putting her arm around his chest and rubbing her leg soothingly against his. “I've always had a thing for hot bartenders.”“Well, well,” he said, keeping the inevitable drowsiness at bay so they could enjoy the post-coital chat a little longer. “And to think I've always had a secret librarian fantasy.”She looked up at him, her blue eyes struggling to focus on his without her glasses, but then she smiled. “Is that so?”“Yeah,” he said. “I've always had a thing for hot women telling me I'm not allowed to talk.”She giggled. “Then stop talking right now,” she commanded.He grinned.This was going to be so much fun.Back to the tavernSomebody had paid for a Carrie Underwood song on the jukebox in the back corner, causing a few girls in cowboy hats at the nearest booth to scream ‘who!' and shoot their fists into the air, signaling their pleasure and desire for another round of shots. Some of the men watched them with drunken grins, appreciating the slutty cowgirl getups and clear willingness to go to bed, a bathroom stall or the backseat of any random guy's car.The bar was full; nothing like the evening before a national holiday to get drunk; and the staff had their hands full, trying to deliver the right drinks to the right table. At the bar Brandon was busy mixing fruity drinks for what was clearly a group of sorority girls hell-bent on going wild. As Carrie beat up her boyfriend's pretty little souped-up four-wheel-drive, he added the requisite cocktail umbrellas his nieces always wanted when they played with their Barbies.Who said girls ever grew up?One of the waiters whisked the tray away and left him to deal with more hard-core drinkers - beer, beer, rum and coke, beer, some shots of tequila, beer…It was one of those moments where everything seemed to fall in place; the music ended and there was no new song yet, so a silence settled over the bar for a heartbeat, just as the door opened, letting in a rush of wind and a few lost raindrops. The girl stepped inside, clearly enjoying the spotlight of the moment as every male eye in the bar was fixed on her. She looked around leisurely as she started to work on the buttons of her black coat, undoing each one slowly and with a knowing little smile, making it look like a very public striptease. She moved her shoulders sensually to let the coat slide from her shoulders, reminding Brandon of a girl in a silky nightgown, seducing her boyfriend in the bedroom. Her gaze lingered on Brandon for a few seconds while the attendant at the coatrack took her coat and handed her a ticket.Brandon felt the heat of her eyes burn through his body, and swallowed a little uncomfortably. The girl was hotter than any chili he had ever tasted and he knew his girlfriend would not approve of the fantasies running through his mind at that second.The newcomer made her way over to the bar, ignoring the men who shifted their bodies to brush up against her as she slid past them on black fuck-me-senseless heels. The elevation of the shoes was doing the most interesting things to her legs, making them seem as if they just went on forever. Her dress; if you could call that excuse for an outfit a dress; was a lace and leather orgasm waiting to happen, held together by silky strings Brandon could imagine undoing with his teeth. It ended just south of respectable, and dipped so low in the front, a good jiggle would probably shake the precarious hold it had on her boobs and dislodge one of them.Brandon wanted to jiggle her.And it wasn't just her clothes. She had a face and the body to match his every wet dream. Silky, dark brown curls brushing down her back, blue eyes that portrayed a vulnerability completely at odds with her sin-on-heels outfit. Her mouth was full and plump and looked like a vodka-soaked cherry that needed to be licked and sucked and nibbled on. She had painted it wine-red and it glimmered wetly in the low lighting, begging to be kissed. Brandon stared down the college boy who worked behind the bar part-time as the kid hurried to serve her.“What can I get you?” he asked as she slipped one hip onto the high barstool, crossing her legs and letting one of the strappy heels dangle of her foot. Her tongue shot out and tasted the edge of her upper lip. His eyes followed the movement, almost hypnotized by the small pink movement, reminding him of another pink little female nub he liked to suck on.“What do you have that's good?” she asked, her fingers touching the edge of the bodice of her dress seductively.“How about a martini?” he asked, his eyes trying their best to untie that string that held together her dress at the front.“No,” she said, simply.“Sex on the beach?”She lifted one sexy eyebrow. “We're a little far from the beach, don't you think?”“A screaming orgasm, then,” he said, getting very obvious in this game of seduction they were playing.She leaned forward, getting perilously close to showing him her nipples.“I'll have one of those,” she said, “and take an I O U.”“First one's on the house,' he said huskily, “but you can open a tab for those I O Use.”She smiled, a cat-in-the-birdhouse smile that played havoc on his hormones.He compared her to his girlfriend as he turned to start mixing the drink and felt a stab of shame and guilt. Emily was a librarian; a mousey girl with dowdy glasses and a sweet personality. This vixen behind the bar was his every fantasy come to life. And he was going to screw her before he went home to the girl he planned to ask to marry him.One last fling, he told himself as he added the Bailey's to the vodka over the crushed ice. He opened a new bottle of Kahlua and added it, stirring the glass before setting it down in front of her. One last wild thing before I settle down, become a respectable white-picket-fence husband, and start mowing the lawn on Saturdays.The thought was almost depressing, but he knew it was time to move on from bachelor life and Emily was the perfect girl to marry. He even loved her, which made the whole deal seem worthwhile.To be continued, by horn pixy.
Our final pod before vacation, but look to this feed for 2 bonus episodes while we're off. We return Monday, August 26 for our regular programming.Ray-Bans may get acquired by Zuck's Meta… that's how Zuck wins the hardware wars.Auntie Anne's, Kahlua, & Dolce & Gabbana all launched perfumes… we'll tell ya why.The Millennial App lifestyle is over… we'll explain the decline of the disrupters.Plus, the top seat on an airplane is 7F… because the window is the aisle.This episode is presented by Autotrader. #Autotrader #seeitfindit$META $DASH $UBERSubscribe to our Saturday Newsletter: tboypod.com/newsletter Watch us on YouTube Submit Facts & Shoutouts Instagram, TikTok, LinkedIn (Nick) & LinkedIn (Jack)About Us: From the creators of Robinhood Snacks Daily, The Best One Yet (TBOY) is the daily pop-biz news show making today's top stories your business. 20 minutes on the 3 business, economics, and finance stories you need, with fresh takes you can pretend you came up with — Pairs perfectly with your morning oatmeal ritual. Hosted by Jack Crivici-Kramer & Nick Martell.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
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An engaging conversation with Jeff Roslund and Ryan Boudreau, the innovative minds behind Dapper Barons, a company at the forefront of crafting near sugar-free liqueurs and zero-sugar ready-to-drink cocktails. In a culture where sugar consumption is a growing concern, especially among those following ketogenic and low-carb diets, Jeff and Ryan shared their journey and passion for revolutionizing the cocktail industry. Jeff explained the genesis of their idea, "We're the first company to create near sugar-free liqueurs, as well as zero-sugar ready-to-drink cocktails. We knew if we could pull the sugar out of these liqueurs, you could go back to making cocktails the way they're meant to taste." Their conversation covered the nuances of alcohol's impact on the body, particularly in relation to a ketogenic lifestyle. Jeff clarified a common misconception about the sugar content in spirits. He noted, "All of these products like vodka, gin, tequila, whiskey, are sugar and carbohydrate-free. When you start to get into the flavored spirits, that's where brands are starting to reintroduce sugars." This distinction is crucial for those striving to make healthier choices without giving up on enjoying a drink occasionally. The conversation touched on the often overlooked aspect of calorie content in alcohol which Ryan stated was normally around 80 to 90 calories per ounce, depending on the base spirit. It emphasizes the point that even if a product is sugar free there are often still calories associated with it which we need to be aware of. One of the most striking moments of the discussion came when Jeff presented a visual comparison to illustrate the sugar content found in typical liqueurs, comparing it to the sugar in a Hershey's candy bar. "So, you know, you're looking at about 300 grams [of sugar in a bottle of Kahlua]. That's the level that we're talking about." This vivid imagery serves as a stark reminder of the hidden sugars in many popular beverages and the necessity of transparency in labeling, a challenge the alcohol industry continues to face. You can find out more about getting some to try out on their website and click on the 'Where To Buy' menu option.
At daybreak on January 6, 1986, a couple on a camping trip in the Mojave Desert set out for a stroll and never returned. The local sheriff's office eventually discovered that Barry Berman, heir to the Kahlua fortune, and his wife Louise had been murdered. As years passed and the double homicide remained unsolved, the Berman case spawned speculation and conjecture. Despite extensive investigation by local and federal authorities, the case remains unsolved -- there's never been an arrest, let alone a conviction. After years of investigation, research, and interviews, Kari was able to link the Berman murders to a Cambodian sex crimes and trafficking case involving a former Marine. This is the first book to tell the full story of the Berman murders.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-unplugged-totally-uncut--994165/support.
Alright, this one was tough to get through. Not the episode, but the movie! We watched Into the Dark: Pure and we have got opinions. Listen along as we piece the movie apart and share some interesting psychology takes. As a sign of protest, we're sipping on a Screaming Orgasm (details below). So get sipping and get listening. Screaming Orgasm: 1oz Vodka1oz Amaretto 1oz Kahlua 1 oz Amarula Cream Liquor 1 oz Milk1oz Cream Part resistance to the Patriarchy Blend all together and serve chilled Thanks for listening! Don't forget to subscribe wherever you're listening and follow us on Instagram and Facebook. Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/spookysips_podcast/Facebook: https://tinyurl.com/SpookySipsPodWebsite: https://spookysipspod.buzzsprout.com
At daybreak on January 6, 1986, a couple on a camping trip in the Mojave Desert set out for a stroll and never returned. The local sheriff's office eventually discovered that Barry Berman, heir to the Kahlua fortune, and his wife Louise had been murdered. As years passed and the double homicide remained unsolved, the Berman case spawned speculation and conjecture. Despite extensive investigation by local and federal authorities, the case remains unsolved -- there's never been an arrest, let alone a conviction. After years of investigation, research, and interviews, Kari was able to link the Berman murders to a Cambodian sex crimes and trafficking case involving a former Marine. This is the first book to tell the full story of the Berman murders.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-like-it-s-live--4113802/support.
Books That Make You Live Alongside an Immersive True Crime Investigator True crime stories, as many of us know, are among the most riveting, filled with intrigue and enigma and real victims for whom we can't help but empathize with. Understanding the victim's experience, and to relay that realness to readers, requires the unique skills of a true true crime author. Attorney and researcher Doug Kari exposed The Berman Murders, the story of Barry Berman, heir to the Kahlua fortune, and his wife Louise, who went missing in 1986 in Saline Valley, a popular Mojave Desert draw for nudists and eccentrics. Doug brings to his subjects rigorous research and compelling storytelling, enhanced by his method of immersive investigation. This style has led him inside the grave of a murder victim, in order to imagine the carnage befalling them just before death. His true-crime stories have graced the front pages of LA Weekly, Las Vegas Review-Journal, San Francisco Daily Journal, and other well-circulated outlets. An English major at U.C. Berkeley, Doug honed his writing under novelist Leonard Michaels (The Men's Club). After receiving his law degree from U.C. Law San Francisco, he practiced IP law while doing pro bono wilderness protection work for Desert Survivors, an outdoor group that he co-founded. Find out more on Books That Make You. You can also follow us on Facebook and Instagram.
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Embark on a journey of contrasting landscapes and fascinating creatures as we celebrate National Kahlua Day and National Polar Bear Day on February 27, 2024. Join hosts Marlo Anderson and Latoya Johnson as we explore the tropical indulgence of Kahlua and the icy domain of polar bears. Immerse yourself in the rich flavors of Kahlua, a delightful liqueur that adds warmth and sweetness to any occasion. Then, journey to the Arctic realm of polar bears, majestic creatures whose resilience and grace inspire awe and admiration. Whether you're savoring a sip of Kahlua or marveling at the wonders of the Arctic, join us in celebrating the diverse wonders of our planet. Tune in to Destination Celebration for a day of island vibes and arctic wonders. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Nataional Kahlua day. Entertainment from 1985. Pokemon released, Saccharin created, New Orleans celebrates their 1st Mardi Gras. Todays birthdays - Marian Anderson, Joanne Woodward, Elizabeth Taylor, Howard Hessman, Mary Frann, Johnny Van Zant, Adam Baldwin, Rozonda "Chili" Thomas, Josh Groban, Kate Mara. Leonard Nimoy died.Intro - Pour some sugar on me - Def Leppard http://defleppard.com/Kahlua songCareless whisper - WhamBaby bye bye - Gary MorrisBirthdays - in da club - 50 Cent http://50cent.com/Ave Maria - Marian AndersonWKRP in Cincinnati TV themeNewhart TV themeBrickyard road - Johnny Van ZantNo scrubs - TLCYou raise me up - Josh GrobanExit - Its not love - Dokken http://dokken.net/https://coolcasts.cooolmedia.com/
The latest earnings call held by Pernod Ricard SA on Thursday, February 15, 2024, provided an insightful look into the performance and projections of the company. Alexandre Ricard, the CEO, guided the narration with salient observations, particularly about the U.S. spirits market. He was quoted during the call as saying, "We do believe that the U.S. will finally normalize, it's happening. And by the way, it's quite...the sellout remains quite resilient. As I mentioned, between 1 and 2 before going back to 4 to 5, after 3 years of double the rate growth 3 years at 8%. So until we reach that point, we do believe then the U.S. will go back to that mid-single-digit range." The first half of the financial year '24 has seen Pernod Ricard SA deliver a steady financial performance, documented in their earnings report. Despite slight contractions in organic sales, the company was able to maintain a consistent organic operating margin. This is worth noting as an efficient balance between gross margin expansion and structural cost control, as expressed by the company representatives during the earnings call. Alongside these measures, the company continues to invest in marketing, with current expenditures nearing the EUR1 billion mark. Ricard further added context to the sales in the U.S. spirits industry from a value perspective during the call. "I mention a number of months ago last year, in fact, we believe that the sellout in the U.S. spirits industry from a value point of view is between 1% and 2%. Two, if we include the RTDs; one, if we exclude the RTDs as it normalizes and actually catches up with its long-term underlying trend of 4% to 5%." The company's strength lies in part in the diversity of their brand portfolio. Brands including Jameson Original, Malibu, Kahlua, The Glenlivet, Código, and Jefferson's have been identified by the company on the earnings call as gaining market share in their respective markets. The dynamic management of this portfolio via strategic acquisitions and disposals pairs with pointed investments in distilleries and aging stocks, giving substance to Pernod Ricard's outward commitment to steady, long-term growth. As we look to the future, the company is leveraging strategic investments, particularly focused on expanding whiskey capacities. Expressly, the investments will target Irish whiskey, North American capacities in Kentucky, and Scotch capacities in Scotland. Expectations for the next half of the year, as shared on the earnings call, predict improved net sales, more significant marketing investments, strict management of structural costs, and a potential allocation of approximately EUR300 million for a share buyback program. To conclude, Pernod Ricard SA's steady financial performance, diverse and growing brand portfolio, and strategic decisions have defined their current standing in the spirits market. The information shared on the earnings call indicates a company dynamically adapting to market shifts. They are keeping a wary eye on prevalent consumer trends and striving for careful financial planning to continue forging on their chosen path. However, it must be remembered that success is contingent upon several volatile factors; thus, what lies ahead will remain a mix of predictions and anticipation. PDRDY Company info: https://finance.yahoo.com/quote/PDRDY/profile For more PSFK research : www.psfk.com This email has been published and shared for the purpose of business research and is not intended as investment advice.
Send us a Text Message.It's the Galentine's edition! We take a moment to celebrate friendship and give each other our flowers. The ladies also give lots of advice on how to bring in Valentine's Day! Steph mixes up a Dirty Banana and for a sweet treat Kahlua infused chocolate covered strawberries. The shot of the day is a Creme de la Creme our twist on a Minderaser. We play a quick game of Resha Roulette and more!We want to send a special thanks to @Kahlua for sponsoring this episode! All opinions are of the 4 Shots Later crew!For all things 4 Shots Later ------ https://linktr.ee/4shotslaterCall or Txt the ShotLine @ 404-594-3474------ Drop us a comment, question or compliment!Shop all ingredients, glassware, & bar ware on LTK --- https://www.shopltk.com/explore/4shotslater
Alex Aster: espresso martini (2 ounces vodka, 1/2 ounce Kahlua, 1 ounce espresso, garnish with 3 coffee beans, serve up)Alex discusses the oral tradition of storytelling in her family and her Colombian heritage, her dogged efforts to land a literary agent when she was 12-years old, how she skipped her college graduation day to land an agent and a book deal, how she leverages TikTok and other platform to reach millions of readers, and gives an update on her work with Universal and the movie version of Lightlark.
Remember as a child and you did something you shouldn't have, what was the first thing you heard… “YOU TOO OLD FOR THAT!” Well guess what, same rule applies as an adult. Hitting the club scene like you're 20something, but have a busy career because you're 40something? Are you I.G. rich but living at home with mommy and daddy? The Sip Boyz can go on and on of the behaviors considered being “too old”, we also want to help stand in your truth! Sip of the day: Kahlua Coffee. Shot of Kahlua in your best roast and cream. Questions, reviews and topics you would like to hear on the show: Website: podcastsoe.com Instagram: @soe_podcast YouTube: Sippin On Excellence Connect with Doc! Website: huntspine.com Instagram: @leonelhunt Connect with Coach KJ! Website: coachkj.com Instagram: @coachkjknows
不久前《周末变奏》获得了 2023 年度第二届 CPA 中文播客奖“年度音乐类播客”，感谢提名，感谢对《周末变奏》的认可
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It's time to play a game, some Elf fun facts, Megan Fox talks about her poetry book, this bathroom item is dirtier than your toilet seat, a daughter is getting bullied for not wearing makeup, Kahlua scented perfume is a thing that exists, a new report found Americans are not the biggest binge drinkers in the world, and Vinnie reads your texts!
When you're in the office, who are your co-workers hustling along side of? At Sunday friend's brunch, what life-story updates are your homies allotted to? Fresh out the shower, what character will you see behind the steamed mirror? Bottom line...we all wear masks. Whether consciously created or subconsciously projected, we build a caricature of ourselves that hides who we are. Coach and Doc exchange many thoughts of how masks, whether good or bad, are inevitable… but a choice nonetheless. Sip of the Day: Black Russian - 1.5oz vodka, 3/4oz Kahlua - shake with ice and strain into an ice-filled old-fashioned glass Questions, reviews and topics you would like to hear on the show: Website: podcastsoe.com Instagram: @soe_podcast YouTube: Sippin On Excellence Connect with Doc! Website: huntspine.com Instagram: @leonelhunt Connect with Coach KJ! Website: coachkj.com Instagram: @coachkjknows
***CONTENT WARNING: Due to the nature of the story, this episode contains discussion of suicide from throughout. There's a reminder in the audio as well, so feel free to skip if you'd like. Happy listening!*** Hello, fellow youths. Tis I, a normal looking high schooler. This week Raven and Campbell discuss casting choices and teenage bullies while watching the worst lie in the world spiral and spiral in the film adaptation of Dear Evan Hansen. High School Panic Attack Recipe: - 1 oz coffee vodka - 2 oz cream - 2 oz Kahlua - 4 oz chocolate milk Shake with ice. Serve in tumbler over a large ice cube. You can support us by donating to: Education Through Music at https://p2p.onecause.com/boozicals The D'Addario Foundation: http://www.daddariofoundation.org/about/donate Mr. Holland's Opus Foundation: https://www.mhopus.org/donate/ Email us at boozicals@gmail.com or comment your musical requests or cocktail recommendations! Also be sure to follow us on our Instagram @boozicals for updates on your now favorite podcast.
Women screaming from the hills “I don't need a man!” Men yelling from the valley back, “Girl, we don't need you!” Ladies and Gentlemen, stop the madness! Women don't need a man, until they do! And the same goes for men. The moment we dismiss the opposite sex is the moment we exclude our most purposeful human experience on this earth...connection. So really, STOP! This episode is Coach and Docs wake-up call to call b.s. and challenge your thoughts on the true value of male and female interaction and connection. Sip Of The Day: Mexican Coffee - 1oz. tequila, 1oz. Kahlua, 5oz. coffee - add sugar to taste Questions, reviews and topics you would like to hear on the show: Website: podcastsoe.com Instagram: @soe_podcast YouTube: Sippin On Excellence Connect with Doc! Website: huntspine.com Instagram: @leonelhunt Connect with Coach KJ! Website: coachkj.com Instagram: @coachkjknows
Tasting Notes: This tequila produced at Casa Cuervo for Kevin Hart starts out with a silky earthiness, add to that vanilla bean, and an almost Kahlua coffee intensity.
When Kathleen Folbigg was jailed in 2003 John Howard was the Prime Minister, MySpace was emerging as a new social network and iPhone's were still four years away from launching. Walked out of jail just over two weeks ago, she faced a world full of unfamiliar things. On her first night of freedom, she ate pizza and drank something that was popular when she went to jail: Kahlua and Coke. But now that the rush of being free has subsided and the reality of life on the outside kicks in, what will life be like? In this episode of The Quicky, we speak to a man who also spent time behind bars for a crime he didn't commit, and find out what life after prison is really like. Subscribe to Mamamia GET IN TOUCH Feedback? We're listening! Call the pod phone on 02 8999 9386 or email us at podcast@mamamia.com.au CONTACT US Got a topic you'd like us to cover? Send us an email at thequicky@mamamia.com.au CREDITS Host: Claire Murphy With thanks to: Richard Miles - Arrested in 1994 and spent 15 years in prison. Founder of Miles Of Freedom. Producer: Claire Murphy Executive Producer: Kally Borg Audio Producer: Thom LionBecome a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
In loving memory of Kahlua. Our Broken River collaborator and good friend E Rathke joins us to talk about how all three of us were recently shot down in an open call to work with CD Projekt Red. What do you do with rejection? Is there a point to the effort even if it doesn't turn out how you'd hoped? We explore all this as well as chop it up a bit about Cyberpunk 2077 and some things we would like to see added in the sequel. We also talk a bit about the work of Stephen Graham Jones, whose opinions matter and whose don't, the pitch vs the product, writing filler but making it gourmet, and looking at art through beer goggles. For hours upon hours of bonus content, access to the Agitator Discord, serialized novels, and to support the show's endeavors into original films and online storytelling courses, go to patreon.com/agitator Sign up for E Rathke's incredible newsletter WOLF at radicaledward.substack.com
Sure, Boo. Whatever you want. Anything for my baby. These and many other phrases are so very common when you're talking about a simp! But what is a simp...really? Why is the term typically identified with men? Can women be simps too? It's interesting how this word has made a major comeback from the 90's and not respectfully so! Coach and Doc take a hard stance on the behaviors of a simp while maing and argument for men and women to put a little more decency behind the way they connect. Stop that SIMPIN' AZZ LIFE! Sip of the Day: Mexican Coffee - 1 cup of coffee, 1oz. Kahlua, 1/2oz. tequila, add sugar for desired sweetness Questions, reviews and topics you would like to hear on the show: Website: podcastsoe.com Instagram: @soe_podcast YouTube: Sippin On Excellence Connect with Doc! Website: huntspine.com Instagram: @leonelhunt Connect with Coach KJ! Website: coachkj.com Instagram: @coachkjknows
Sydney and Eric usually see things pretty similarly, but Carrot Cake Murder: A Hannah Swensen Mystery proved they don't always see eye to eye. Like many fans of the series, our hosts' opinions were split over the latest installment of the sleuthing baker, Hannah Swensen. Signature Movie Cocktail – Carrot Cake CocktailIngredients: Cocktail2 oz Vanilla Vodka (We like Ciroc French Vanilla Vodka)1.5 oz Kahlua (or your favorite coffee liqueur).75 az Baileys.75 oz Butterscitch SchnappsDash of CinnamonCarrot ribbon for garnish Rim1 oz cream cheese1 Tbs powdered sugar1 Tbs chopped pecansDirections:Mix cream cheese and powdered sugar with a fork until fully incorporatedTwist the rim of a martini glass in the cream cheese mixture to cover the rim of the glassDip into the chopped pecans to coverPour all the cocktail ingredients into the glass (feel free to chill by using a shaker with ice if you want your drink cold)Follow us on social media: Instagram: @hallmarkmysteriesandmoreYoutubeOr visit our website. This podcast was created by fans for fans and is NOT affiliated with or sponsored by Hallmark or the Hallmark Channel.
10th Edition rules have been fully leaked to the Internet! Lots of impressions/opinions on all the leaked core rules. Quick rundown of the latest Faction Focus: Imperial Knights, Death Guard, Aeldari, Admech, World Eaters. Pile of Potential update with Steve's Slaves to Darkness (Age of Sigmar). Hosts: David tha Warboss Medicae Steve Show: (00:00) Introduction (06:21) Cocktail Recipe The Cadian Mule 1 oz. Kahlua 1 oz. vodka 1 oz. ginger beer “Cadia stands...but you may not" (08:22) Faction Focus - Imperial Knights, Death Guard, Admech, World eaters, Aeldari (23:26) 10th Edition Rules Leaks - Changes from 9th Battleshock - big impact Movement phase - desperate breakout, strategic reserves Shooting phase - vehicles can shoot everyone! New weapon keywords/abilities Fight phase - base to base requirement Leaders & characters attached to other units (53:23) Pile of Potential Slaves to Darkness
Warhammerfest news aplenty: Leviathan box set announced (with a potential price leak??), reveal of the core rule book, mission deck, Age of Sigmar models, and Kill Team gets judge-y. Hosts: The Warboss Medicae Steve Show: (00:00) Introduction (02:12) Cocktail Recipe Inquisitorial Mind Wipe 2 oz. vodka 2 oz. Kahlua 1 oz. heavy cream (or non-dairy substitute) (04:48) Warhammerfest News 10th Ed. Models: Tyranids are fire while Space Marines are...more space marines Rule book thoughts Mission deck looks like a great Tempest of War/Codex Secondaries combo; Gambits are crazy Release date & rumored price point already? (46:18) Other Warhammerfest Reveals Age of Sigmar Models - Nurlge, Gloomspite w/ squig skull, more Fyreslayer infantry, and great looking Ironjawz model Kill Team Is Kill Team reduced to just a cult following? Inquisitorial models look amazing
NOTE: Apologies for the sound quality of this recording. Welcome to the Lit for Christmas National Poetry Month party! In this episode, Marty and his wife, Beth, imbibe in the official state cocktail for Michigan, visit the Motor City (and Greece and France) with colby Cedar Smith's novel in verse Call Me Athena: Girl from Detroit. BONUS POINTS: Take a shot every time you hear the word "call." SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT: The Hummer courtesy of Punch (https://punchdrink.com/articles/how-the-hummer-cocktail-recipe-became-detroit-michigan/) Ingredients: 1 1/2 shots white rum 1 1/2 shots Kahlua 2 scoops vanilla ice cream Directions: Add all ingredients to a blender, add two ice cubes and blend until smooth. Pour into a rocks glass. SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT NONALCOHOLIC ALTERNATIVE (courtesy of boozybisou.com): Ingredients: Substitute 1 1/2 shots of rum extract for white rum Substitute 1 tsp. of cocoa powder for Kahlua 2 scoops vanilla ice cream Use above ingredients and follow same directions to prepare. Lit for Christmas Party Hosts: Marty has an Master's in fiction writing, MFA in poetry writing, and teaches in the English Department at Northern Michigan University in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. He served two terms at Poet Laureate of the Upper Peninsula, and has published the poetry collection The Mysteries of the Rosary from Mayapple Press. For more of Marty's thoughts and writing visit his blog Saint Marty (saintmarty-marty.blogspot.com) or listen to his other podcast Confessions of Saint Marty, also on Anchor.fm. Marty is a writer, blogger, wine sipper, easy drunk, and poetry obsessor who puts his Christmas tree up in mid-October and refuses to take it down until the snow starts melting. Beth has a BS in English Secondary Education. She has worked as a substitute teacher, medical transcriptionist, medical office receptionist, deli counter attendant, and Office Max cashier. Currently, she works in a call center and enjoys discussing/arguing about literature with her loving husband. Music for this episode: "Jingle Bells Jazzy Style" by Julius H, used courtesy of Pixabay. "A Christmas Treat" by Magic-828, used courtesy of Pixabay. Other music in the episode: Kiss. "Detroit Rock City." Destroyer. Casablanca, 1976. A Christmas Carol sound clips from: The Campbell Theater 1939 radio production of A Christmas Carol, narrated by Orson Welles and starring Lionel Barrymore. This month's Christmas lit: Cedar Smith, Colby. Call Me Athena: Girl from Detroit. Andrews McMeel Publishing: Kansas City, Missouri, 2021.
Coach has crossed that threshold of another decade to join the ranks of his partner-in-crime...Doc. To celebrtate, Coach is placed in the hot seat with a no holds barred Q and A! This your perfect chance catch a glimpse inside the head of 50 years of life experience, perspective, and a whole lotta chaotic craziness. Now mix up a batch of Coach's favorite elixir, raise your glass, and let's toast gthe life of Kenneth "Coach KJ" Johnson. Sip of the Day: Tequila Espresso Martini (Coach's fave) - 1oz tequila, 1oz Kahlua, 1oz espresso, 1/2oz agave syrup. Shake vigorously over ice and serve up. Questions, reviews and topics you would like to hear on the show: Website: podcastsoe.com Instagram: @soe_podcast YouTube: Sippin On Excellence Connect with Doc! Website: huntspine.com Instagram: @leonelhunt Connect with Coach KJ! Website: coachkj.com Instagram: @coachkjknows
On February 9, 2004, , Maura Murray printed out some emails that indicated there had been some trouble between her and her boyfriend Bill Rausch. She left the emails in plain sight, on top of some boxes in her dorm room. She left campus and stopped at a liquor store in town where she purchased vodka, Kahlua, Baileys and boxed wine. A few hours later, Maura crashed her vehicle in Woodsville, New Hampshire, around 150 miles from her dorm. She got out of the wrecked vehicle and has never been seen again. In this episode of the True Crime Society Podcast, we discuss one of the most infamous cold cases – where is Maura Murray? Did Maura leave to start a new life? Was she murdered by an opportunistic killer? Or does Bill know more? Read our blog for this case - https://truecrimesocietyblog.com/2023/03/20/the-coldest-case-where-is-maura-murray/ In this episode, we also discuss another huge update in the Jared Bridegan murder investigation. This episode is sponsored by: ettitude – Imagine sleeping at your favorite hotel every night! That's exactly what slipping into ettitude's sheets feels like. Visit ettitude.com/tcs for $25 off your bedding order. Daily Harvest – Let Daily Harvest do more so you can do less! Goto DailyHarvest.com/tcs to get up to forty dollars off your first box. June's Journey – Uncover new secrets or start your investigation today! Download June's Journey on Android, iOS mobile devices, as well as on PC through Facebook games. Microdose Gummies – To learn more about microdosing THC, goto microdose.com and use code TCS to get free shipping and 30% off your first order.
Stress is inevitable, agreed? The real question is how are you dealing with, managing, or escaping your issues? This episode shares how we all have coping mechanisms that either preserve our sanity or ruin it! Coach and Doc open the platform to the positives and negatives of coping with externa B.S., and they even share some of their go-to devices. Maybe, just maybe, this episode could help you identify and possibly interrupt patterns that are not serving your human experience. Sip of the Day: Gorilla Tit (YEPPP!) - 3/4oz Dark rum, 3/4oz bourbon, 3/4oz Kahlua - shaken chilled and poured over ice in "old fashioned" glass Questions, reviews and topics you would like to hear on the show: Website: podcastsoe.com Instagram: @soe_podcast YouTube: Sippin On Excellence Connect with Doc! Website: huntspine.com Instagram: @leonelhunt Connect with Coach KJ! Website: coachkj.com Instagram: @coachkjknows
We are answering all of the questions you guys have been asking us lately! Have another question we didn't cover this episode? You can send us a DM on Instagram or go to the link in our @theskyndistillery bio to ask whatever you want! Whether it is related to becoming an esthetician, or just something about our personal life, we want to hear from you! Drink of the episode: Frozen Chocolate Banana Mudslide with with a TWIST *This drink is normally made with vodka; but we found the yummiest banana chocolate whiskey that seems to elevate this drink to the next level! Ingredients: 1 oz Skatterbrain Dark Chocolate Banana Whiskey, 1 oz Kahlua (or similar coffee Liquor), 1 1/2 oz heavy cream or (2 scoops vanilla ice cream), 1/2 cup ice. Enjoy! Connect with us: Please send cocktail recipes or topic ideas to hello@theskyndistillery.com or leave us a voice memo. Click here to set up a Virtual Skincare Consult Click here to shop our Skincare Be sure to follow and tag us on IG! @theskyndistillery @theskyndistillerylounge Subscribe to our Email List by visiting our website HERE --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/theskyndistillerylounge/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/theskyndistillerylounge/support
Welcome to February 27, 2023 on the National Day Calendar. Today we celebrate crazy origin stories and loveable predators. The world knows about the Mexican liqueur Kahlua mainly because of a Canadian bartender. In 1977, Peter Fich created a shot called the B-52. This mixture of Kahlua, Bailey's, and triple sec became so popular that the demand for the coffee-flavored liqueur skyrocketed. But why did Fich give the shot that name? He named the shot after his favorite band. The B-52s. And the band had named themselves after a beehive-style hairdo called the B-52... Which had been named after the B-52 bomber used by the United States Air Force. Is anything NOT named B-52? Jeez. Celebrate National Kahlua Day with a cocktail made from this classic coffee-flavored drink. The Arctic Circle is home to the largest four legged predator on earth. Polar bears are beautiful, but make no mistake they are built for hunting. With super powers such as traction on the ice and the ability to smell their prey from over 20 miles away, most other animals don't stand a chance. And polar bears are not afraid to take a dip to catch their favorite prey, the arctic seal. They are perfectly camouflaged with a beautiful white coat that is actually made up of translucent hairs. The fur only appears white because it reflects the color of snow. On National Polar Bear Day celebrate this amazing predator by learning more cool facts. I'm Anna Devere and I'm Marlo Anderson. Thanks for joining us as we Celebrate Every Day! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Christmas movies are gifts that keep on . . . giving us money lessons?
In life, there are many great debates, but none so divisive as this one: Pie vs Cake. Pull up a chair and grab a plate, it's time to dive into this Bob's Burger fic. - Pecan Pie Cocktail: Mix together 1 oz vodka, 2 oz Kahlua, and 3 oz pecan creamer. To make the creamer blend 1/2 cup chopped pecans, 2 tablespoons nondairy creamer, 1/2 tablespoon maple syrup, 1/4 tablespoon vanilla extract, a pinch of salt, and enough milk to cover the pecans. Once blended smooth, strain thru cheesecloth and store in an airtight container. - Want to read this fic for yourself? Give this author the kudos they deserve. You can find this fic on archiveofourown.org Title: Pie v. Cake Author: Babs0987 And join us on our Patreon! It's 18+ so you can't search us, but use our link to find us www.patreon.com/finepairingspodcast - Fine Pairings Podcast - A podcast about fanfiction. Where we pair ships with cocktails and reading with comedy. Got fanfic you'd like to share? Email us at FinePairingsPodcast@gmail.com Remember to follow us on Tiktok, Tumblr, and Instagram @Finepairingspodcast and on Twitter @Finepairingspod - Additional Credits Music Creator: Kevin MacLeod Source: Free Music Archive, Incompetech.com "In Your Arms" License: CC BY 3.0; https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/
Pam Forbus is the the Chief Marketing Officer of Pernod Ricard North America. Headquartered in France, Pernod Ricard is the second largest wine and spirits company in the world, with global sales of nearly $10 billion. Among their most recognizable brands are Absolut, Jameson, Kahlua, Glenlivet, and Malibu. Pam began in agencies, working for four of them in 13 years, and transitioned to the client side when she started at PepsiCo in 2000, and then moved to The Walt Disney Studios in 2017. Pam is now CMO at Pernod Ricard, and in her two years there, has overseen a period of high growth for the North American arm of the business.In her chat with Jim, Pam goes through some of the philosophies that guide her in marketing and leadership, remaining vulnerable yet confident, and the challenges-and rewards-of being an outsider in her industry. CMOs often hold one of the most innovative and challenging roles in business today. Those who excel can operate at the highest level to drive growth and create value for their organizations. To learn more how Deloitte helps bolster the value CMOs deliver, visit www.cmo.deloitte.com.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
Jacquis and James welcome Dan Lippert (@danlippertcool) and Ryan Rosenberg (@chosenberg) for a little improv and conversation. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/mandogpod/message
This week, the gals discuss a particular occupation with unique challenges (and a lot of room for error). Topics include trials and errors of the past, a bunch of turtle-loving children, and a case of grandma grand larceny. Mix yourself a mug of Kahlua and coffee, never trust a sweepstakes win, and tune in for Social Worker Crimes. For a full list of show sponsors, visit
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