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The first lesson in our series 'Grace For Outsiders' taught by Steve Hoese on Sunday, March 30th 2025

Lesson One. Series of Six Lessons Preached TodayLesson preached by Trevor Tomlinson on 03/30/2025

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Weekly tips for driving instructors. Whether you are a seasoned ADI, or just starting out as a PDI, this show will offer you valuable insight to help you pass your Standards Check or Part 3, improve as a driving instructor, and run a better driving school. All with tips in under two minutes!One Minute Driving Instructor Tips is part of The Instructor Podcast network - find out more here: The Instructor Podcast. Sign up to The Instructor Podcast Premium for instant access to hours of exclusive training around the Standards Check, Coaching, Mindfulness, and more - Join here.

The first lesson in our series 'Letters From Prison' taught by Pastor Matt Cottrill on Sunday, March 2nd 2025

This episode delves into the journey of shifting focus from self-improvement to aligning with God's purpose in life. The speaker reflects on the transition from a self-centered approach to understanding the true essence of faith, which is centered on God's will. As she matures in her spiritual journey, she emphasizes the necessity of doing things for God, trusting that everything else will fall into place. Furthermore, the episode explores the concept of discouragement, using biblical stories and characters as examples. It discusses the various sources of discouragement, including personal disobedience, external letdowns, and unmet expectations. Through narratives of figures like Moses, Cain, and Hagar, the session outlines how discouragement can emerge from sin, disappointment, and societal expectations. The teaching expands to offer strategies for overcoming discouragement by trusting in God's plan and relinquishing personal control. It speaks to the power of God's Word in disarming life's challenges and encourages listeners to find strength in faith, community, and prayer. Listeners are urged to build each other up, remain steadfast, and keep their hope alive through the lessons embedded in the teachings of the Bible. Thank you for listening to Pastor Michael Petit from Calvary Chapel Devine, Texas. We hope you enjoy our podcast, Sunday and Wednesday Teachings. You can get more information from http://calvarydevine.org Listen to Son-Salt-Light Christian Digital Radio 24/7 with great teachers of the Word of God and Worship music. https://streams.radio.co/s1df711a7e/low  

Lesson One of a beautiful, crash course on everything you need to know to move into a deeper, more fulfilling life of prayer according to the saints. This incredible series from Matthew Leonard will stream FREE this Lent. 

The first lesson in Pastor Matt Cottrill's series "The Book of Acts" from Wednesday, February 5th 2025

The first lesson in God's Word For Life: Jesus, Our Savior taught by Assistant Pastor Dillon Meadway on Sunday, February 2nd, 2025

Thank you for watching All Peoples Church live stream. Gabriel Miller shares a teaching called: Apocalypse. This is the first lesson in that series. Service from January 19, 2025. For more information, please visit our website, www.allpeopleschurch.us or find us on social media!

The first lesson in God's Word For Life: Miracles taught by Pastor Matt Cottrill on Sunday, January 5th 2024

From the Men's Breakfast series: This Book We Call The Bible.How God Reveals Himself in the Written Word(handout here)

 Three French Hens and Lingerie.Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Three French HensRising the next morning after enjoying the contented sleep of a delicious bad girl; Dana mopped up the chocolate mess and had just put a new tablecloth on the table when she received a text. She saw that Patricia had sent her a message. She giggled aloud in her empty house, feeling that she knew what she was about to read. 'Dana, I hope you will be home tonight. I'd like to drop off supper and a surprise Christmas package for you. Let me know if you'll be available this evening - Patricia.'Dana replied, 'I Will be ready for your surprise package. What Will I do with your generosity? I Will be so looking forward to tonight!' Dana didn't intend to spoil Patricia's 'surprise package' delivery; but by now Patricia knew that Dana was wise to the Twelve Days of Christmas themes arriving at her house, courtesy of The Chix 'Hubby Exchange'. Almost more than the expected sex with Patricia's husband Will, Dana was curiously excited to find out how Three French Hens were going to fit into her boudoir.When Dana's doorbell rang, she arranged herself in the hallway mirror, resettled her boobs in her next-fanciest white lace bra that was almost concealed behind her low-cut, high-class dressy satin snow-white blouse.When she answered the door, the kid at the door smiled as Dana greeted him. After an awkward, cheeky stare at her tits, he handed her the bag of roasted chicken and all the fixin's. Dana gave the kid an eyeful as his parting words were, "Don't cook tonight - Call Chicken Delight! Thanks for your order, Ma'am." The delivery boy took one last glance before leaving her porch.Dana thought about calling after him, 'Have a Merry Fucking Christmas,' but thought that she'd save the teasing for the next fellow who rang her bell.Will pulled up to the curb as the delivery boy's car pulled away. Will trotted to the open door where Dana was waiting for him. Will looked flustered. "Damn. I was supposed to surprise you with dinner. Looks like I'm the one who is surprised by dinner's quick arrival.""And you left me holding the bag," said Dana in a provocative tone as she lifted the steaming bag in front of Will's nose. Will looked doubly flustered."Oh shit. Excuse me Dana, I forgot something in my truck." Will trotted back to the curb and grabbed a gift box and came back to where Dana was waiting for him with a half-undone blouse.By the Third Day of Christmas, Dana had a good idea of how this exchange was supposed to play out. But she wasn't above playing along, or at least playing Will. Dana looked out the door, "Where's Patricia? She promised me an exciting holiday package." Dana was enjoying the recurring theme and the surprise packages being delivered to her door.Will stepped inside, shut the door and bolted it behind him, handing a scroll tied with a festive green ribbon to the woman smiling at him, acting surprised. "What's this?" Dana asked as she cocked her head, taking the scroll from Will. "This is all so mysterious," acknowledged Dana with her eyes and smile flashing in obvious enjoyment of another installment of the unfolding mystery in her entry hall.Dana unfurled the scroll, knowing what was written inside, yet once again feeling a warm flush sweep across her face as she red Patricia's words. Dana inhaled; a crinkle grew at the corner of her eyes; Patricia had sent her husband Will over to her as a gift to give her 'a night of holiday magic'.In Patricia's written introduction she implied that perhaps Will's stag arrival was not a surprise to her, but Will was not aware that he was visiting her as the bearer of gifts that tied him to The Third Day of Christmas, part of the husband exchange plotted right after The Chix cookie exchange.Patricia wrote that Will was 'prepared to fulfill her wish list', and that rumors were circulating among The Chix that she had made it to the top of Santa's naughty girl list. According to the instructions, all she had to do was 'Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.' Patricia signed off with, 'And Good Will to all and to all a good night.'"Well, well, what do we have here?" she asked as she dropped her glance to the gift-wrapped box in Will's hands.Will looked at Dana, "Did you read Patricia's introductory remarks on the scroll Dana?" Will of course had seen her reading it but was expecting more of a reaction from her as the purpose for his evening visit was spelled out for the attractive widow lady who had long been inside their close circle of friends."Oh yes. I've red and understood your introduction quite clearly." Dana used a husky, seductive voice to emphasize her intimate understanding of what was ahead for the two of them. "But I must know, what's in the box?"Dana's unfazed manner, sexy outfit and flirty ease with him put Will in a randy mood, thinking that he'd lucked into some sexy games between Dana and his wife. If Dana didn't seem to mind, he was certainly game. And he brought his own Christmas toys. "You get to open the box after supper. Not before then - and no peeking!""It's you that has been doing the early peeking Will," Dana thrust her boobs forward, letting the half buttoned top fall further open to reveal her white lace cups filled with full tits as she shook them with the intention to set off a growing erection inside of Will's pants.After the supper dishes were cleared, Dana made a play for the present. Will snatched it from her clutches, saying that "This gift was selected by Patricia, but she has entrusted it to me to give it to you. She seemed certain that you would find it appropriate for any kind of mischief that we might want to get into." Will smiled a sheepish smile, not sure about presenting such a gift to a lady friend. Relying on his wife's assurances that Dana would love it, he placed it in Dana's hands.Dana tore into the gift wrapping and let out a gasp and then a giggle escape as she opened the box. "What's this?" Dana was beaming as she lifted the pink oval object from its case and held it in the palm of her hand."I've been told that you might be expecting something along the lines of a chicken or hen theme. What you hold in your hand is for your holiday evening pleasure - as am I. I am your rooster, er; may I correct that, I am your barnyard cock. I present you, my hen, a vibrating egg." Will had gained his confidence over dinner and was enjoying toying with his hostess as she marveled at the gift sex toy.Dana didn't want to pry and outright ask Will if he and Patricia had used a vibrating sex toy before, but she was sure that it wasn't too difficult to guess how to use it.Will walked behind where Dana sat, he brushed his fingers through her hair. "Do you remember way back when, when you and Sander helped me out by giving me some tips on the best way to make my moves on Patricia?""Umm yeah, I remember all of that pretty well. You weren't the fumbling geek that you thought you were, you just needed a little direction and a lot of confidence. I guess that Sander and I turned you into a star lover.""Well, you may not have turned me into the latest and greatest Casanova; but at least you did give me great advice and let me practice with a real woman. Dana, you got me off to a solid start. Patricia is ever grateful to you for knocking off my awkward edges, if only she knew all the schooling that you put into my romancing behavior. Once I took your advice and employed your patented instructions of hot techniques to win a girl, I was off to the races. Patricia was able to pick it up from there." Will finished his remembrances with a small chuckle."Let's see, if I remember my early lessons; Lesson One: atmosphere is important. Come my fine teacher, join me on the couch and you can test me on what I learned from you." Will took Dana by the hand, escorting her to the living room."Lesson Two in winning a girl was what? Oh yes, I think I remember; take her slowly, don't scare her, make her comfortable with you and she will come to you on her own. Did I get that right?" Will petted Dana in a slow and easy casual caress, seeking feedback from his former romance instructor.Dana nestled into Will, "That's right, but that lesson mostly applies to a man's first approach to a girl. We've both been through this together before. Given our mutual experiences, I think we can skip the slow part this time. I'm not scared, and a faster pace would be fine with me tonight, young man."Will began to pick up the pace, undressing Dana as she enjoyed the confident attention from the man whom she once had to advise on how to undress a woman. Will had peeled Dana down to her set of snowy white lace bra and panties, he came in close to kiss her and told her she "looked like a pretty white snowflake, a unique beauty, yet the hottest of all the fallen snowflakes. If you catch my drift."Dana smiled her appreciation at Will's compliment, "Patricia told me that I should expect to find a surprise holiday package - may I?" She asked without waiting for an answer, reaching up to undo Will's pants. Dana dropped his pants and underpants to his ankle and was not surprised to find his cock decorated with a green bow. "This must be the pretty package of which Patricia spoke," feigning surprise. "Oh look, you come with a label," Dana removed the bow from Will's willy and red the label: 'On the Third Day of Christmas, My True Friend gave to me, Three French Hens. Dear Dana, I hope you enjoy the Christmas package I've selected for you. Unfortunately, the Three French Hens couldn't get their travel visa in time to arrive with the business end of this package; so, I've taken the liberty to include one of their vibrating French hen eggs as a substitute. Ooh la la! Enjoy! And have a Merry Fucking Christmas! -- Patricia.'Dana stroked Will's cock, extended in greeting, "We never got this far in our lessons on what to do with a girl. I Trust you've figured out a thing or two on the proper use of your tool?" Dana leaned in to give Will's cock a lick.Will let her consume him, holding her hair as she slurped with her tongue, preparing his tool for some deep drilling. "Ooh la la," you make a pretty French hen when you have a pecker on your face," Will sighed as Dana sucked him and caressed his balls. With reluctance, Will pulled his cock out of Dana's lips, "Lest we forget, now that you've unwrapped your gift, I believe it is time we play with your new Christmas toy." Will returned to the table and picked up the vibrating egg sex toy and its remote control."This will be fun," said Will as he used the controls to turn it on and run the vibrating rheostat through its different levels. "You never got to this part of the lesson when you taught me about what turns girls on."Dana pulled him close, "A girl shouldn't reveal all of her secrets. But at the time, I never imagined that there was a remote-control device that could be used to turn a girl on with the literal press of a button." Dana spread her legs, rubbing her labia with both hands, "Why don't you find a warm nest to place that egg in, and let's pick up this part of the lesson that we both somehow missed all of those years ago."Will fit himself between her legs, wedged the vibrating egg between Dana's wet cunt lips. Dana held it in place with her right hand as she plucked at her excited nipple with her left hand as Will pressed the start button on the remote. Dana let out a giggle. "Cluck, cluck, cluck, this darling little egg is going to make me want to get laid."Dana bent her knees, trying different positions and sensations. As her toy egg hummed, she purred. "Does this egg have any other settings?" she asked as she worked her clit, letting the vibrations warm her libido.Will licked his lips as he watched Dana adjust to the new sensations between her legs, "Why yes, it does have several settings. How may I serve you my little chickadee?""What options can you offer an excited girl?" Dana asked as her eyes involuntarily rolled back as she pressed the vibrating egg to her warming, wet labia."I can serve you 'over easy', which is the setting I have you at now. I can pick it up a notch and deliver a 'poached egg' sensation, which should make you feel soft, gooey and warm. Or I can go right up to 'scrambled' level.""My, my, all of those sound fun. Will, I want you to surprise me, you pick the setting. You can change it up on me whenever you want, make it interesting with variety." Will needed no prodding, he switched up the intensity of the egg Dana held to her clit; using a slow build, higher and higher and as she squirmed and squeezed her legs together on the couch. As Dana was heating up to her melting point, Will stopped the vibrations."You barnyard bastard, Will!""You wanted me to surprise you. Didn't you tell me years ago to not rush a girl?" Will offered a smug snort, knowing he had the remote and he was in control. Also knowing that Dana had once coached him to make the girl want to come to him. "I think I've learned your lessons pretty well, by the look on your face Dana.""I was starting to get in the groove. You coaxed me pretty far along, I'm wet and I'm getting pretty frothy -- until you stopped. Will, I didn't teach you to be a cruel bastard." Dana was pouting as she reclined on the couch with her knees up, still holding her toy egg against her glistening labia."No, you didn't. I developed the joy of prolonged teasing on my own." He held the remote in front of Dana, rolling his thumb over the control buttons like the twitchy trigger finger of a gunfighter in a showdown. "I could start you up anytime I want from where I stand. Just because I stopped doesn't mean I can't start again.""Well then, what do I need to do to get you to fire me up again? I can't let this egg that I'm nesting on get too cold. I'd be disappointed if I didn't hatch an egg-cracking orgasm with you tonight."Will beamed with confidence as he looked Dana in the eye as he twirled the remote in between his fingers. "I confess, after steaming me up all those years ago with your romantic lessons, I've always wanted to see you get turned on like you are tonight. I love watching your pretty titties bunch and jiggle as you enjoy my remote toying."Dana enjoyed hearing Will's confession and was secretly pleased that she could offer him a good, sexy show. "OK, here's the deal; you control the vibrating egg, I give you the show you've always wanted but you have to come over here and lick and suck my nipple as my clit gets buzzed.""Now that's a deal I can't resist. First, I get to watch you get frothy all over again and then I'll come to your side and fulfill my other longtime fantasy by fondling your tits and sucking you until your nips are made hard and erect and by my stimulation. I'll work you tit, you work your clit and together we will bring you to an egg-cracking orgasm."Will performed a masterful job of licking, sucking and nibbling at Dana's nipples while changing the sensations she was getting on her swollen clit with the remote. With a sudden convulsion and an eye-rolling, breathy squeal, Dana panted as she pulled the pink egg out from her inner thighs, dropping it on the carpet. "Oh damn. Damn that kind of snook up on me. Oh, damn that was exciting. That was a surprise." She pried Will's lips from her over-sensitized nipple as she let the reverberations subside inside her hen parts while she leaned back against the couch's arm feeling warmed from toes to tits.Will looked her over, seeing a crimson sex-flush glowing on her upper chest, remarked, "You are some kind of red-breasted warbler hen."Dana mover her arm down to grasp Will's semi-rigid erection, giving it slow, sensuous strokes as she subtly tugged his cock to position him in front of her spread legs. "Cluck, cluck. You wanna fuck?" Dana inquired through heavy eyelids of a post-orgasmic woman.Will said nothing; he seized her ankles and threw them back toward her shoulders, exposing Dana's puffy pink cunt. With a stiff and eager pecker, Will drove hard and deep into Dana's upturned snatch, pinning her legs against her shoulders as he thrust his boner in and out of her with wet, succulent sounds. He swabbed her with hearty vigor, fulfilling years of pent-up fantasy desire to fuck Dana, the lady who had taken it upon herself years ago to give him the confidence to make it with a girl.Dana sensed that this pumping penetration which she was enjoying was the carnal expression of this man's ultimate gratification after suppressing his desire to fuck her for years. She loved being able to fulfill Will's desires. By letting him take her so savagely, it served to only heighten her pleasure. She could only express her pleasure with long, loud moans finished with little barks with every pounding stroke that Will planted deep inside of her spasming naughty bits. Dana's involuntary moans built up again and again as Will plunged into her slippery depths, always ending with a little bark as his rod mashed into her cervix.Will's grip on her folded-over legs tightened, his breath became fast and shallow as he pumped Dana with fucking fury. He released her legs, seized two generous handfuls of titty flesh, squeezed her tight as his cock flew over her nest of pubic hair, exploding in a glorious release of white, hot sperm. Will's ejaculate went splattering across Dana's bunched bosoms, up her throat and chin, coating her lips with thick, white ropes of jizz.Breathing heavily, with eyes closed tight, he massaged both of Dana's melons as he rested, enjoying the flood of warm satisfaction coursing through his body.Dana waited for a few moments until Will opened his eyes; then she opened her lips and ran her tongue along them to slurp up the cum he had deposited on her mouth. "Yum. You've been wanting to do me like that for a long time haven't you? I could tell.""It was worth the wait Dana. You taught me well." Will's arms released their hold on Dana's tits as he fell into her chest with his face, holding her torso tight as she wrapped her legs around his back.Awaking from an exhausted snooze, still entangled and stuck together by the sticky cum covering Dan's chest and Will's face; Dana stuck her finger in her mouth and then inserted it in Will's ear. "Wet Willy!"Will flinched and then laughed, "Yeah, but my Willy wins for getting you wetter."Dana spoke, "We're both kind of a sticky mess. It's like someone cracked an egg on me, it's like I have egg white covering my tits." Dana snaked her way out from under Will, taking his hand and getting him to sit up on the couch. "Come on, let's both get wet again," as she led him to her shower where they soaped and fondled each other before taking their time toweling each other off.Dana didn't bother to dress, wanting to give Will an eyeful as a parting-gift as she watched him dress. They kissed a quick kiss on the cheek before Will walked out the door in the wee hours of the foggy December morning.Dana went back into the living room to find her vibrating egg toy. She picked it up and found the remote control stuffed behind a cushion. She toyed with the idea of having another round just by herself or just going off to bed. She hadn't decided as she crawled under the sheets with the toy, but she was thinking about The Chix, The Dix, the great sex with the boys, the great fun, and the Twelve Days of Christmas.She thought of Sander, and she thought he'd be happy for her. Sander would not want her to wither up and be sad and lonely; he'd want her to have a Merry Fucking Christmas if he had a say. She missed the comfortable routine that she and Sander had grown into over the years of their marriage. She thought about The Chix and their chosen Dix and wondered if they appreciated what they still had with their hysbands. She fell asleep as she dreamed of wonderful sex and loving and grateful thoughts of her good friends, The Chix.She was dreaming of hatching a plan. A Mysterious Invitation To The ChixDana didn't have it in her this year to send out Christmas cards to the annual crowd of casual acquaintances. The raw loneliness of the holidays without Sander was too much pain to stuff into an envelope along with a glittery card addressed to those who only heard from her and Sander once a year. The holiday cheer had evaporated for all but her closest friends.Dana picked three cards to send out to The Chix. It'd be a Christmas card, a thank you card, and an invitation all wrapped into one.McNally, Patricia and Annie recognized dana's handwriting as soon as they pulled the envelope from their mailbox, rushing to open Dana's envelope first. Each smiled as they red Dana's note:Hmm.I've just gotten to thinking about the Twelve Days of Christmas -- for some naughty reason.Did you know that technically, the Twelve Days run from December 25 to January 6?The Twelve Days of Christmas have yet to begin. We are not finished yet!I know The Chix are dying for me to dish on partridges, turtle doves and French hens.The nesting of all of those Love Birds was such a sweet and spicy gift set that cheered me up.My thanks to The Naughty Chix.You must promise to join me as my guest on the fourth, fifth and sixth Days of Christmas,December 28, 29 & 30th.You will be my guest at our mountain ski-cabin getaway for a gathering of just us Chix.I won't say a word about the packages that were sent my way until then.If you want to hear the details, clear your calendar and come on out.I owe you all a Thank You - and more.I might have a Christmas Season surprise waiting for each of The Chix.You will want to end up on my Naughty List - XOXO DanaDana's scheme had been hatched. The cards went out to The Chix. The bait was irresistible; The Chix would have to be at the cabin to hear the intimate details of how their hubby exchange had been received. They couldn't miss this opportunity.As Dana suspected, the replies accepting her offer of an exclusive Chix getaway flew so quickly to her phone that she had to put all three of The Chix on a conference call. McNally, Annie and Patricia pressed Dana for a tiny hint as to how their gift hubby-exchange guys had performed. Dana was having none of it. She remained tight-lipped through all of their clever wheedling and desperate manipulations trying to get her to spill a few hints. Dana stood steadfast, enjoying holding out the tormenting delay in the juiciest gossip in years."Nothing for anyone until we are all together at my cabin." All agreed, reluctantly, on the conditions set by their hostess. They arranged to come up together and meet Dana at her ski cabin on the Fourth Day of Christmas, December 28th. A Load Of Post-Christmas Scrooges And A GhostDana stopped stirring the hot chocolate, skipped to the door upon hearing the crunching of tires over the crisp, refrozen snowfall, announcing the arrival of The Chix. "A Merry Fourth Day of Christmas to y'all!" she hollered from the open doorway.McNally stepped from the rear passenger door of Patricia's SUV, answered Dana in a sour tone, "I am so done with Christmas right now. I know, the Twelve Days of Christmas only started after Christmas, but for me, Christmas is over - and I say good riddance. Too much stress and expectation."Annie, standing ready to unload her bag from the rear cargo hatch, felt bad that McNally had started the afternoon at Dana's cabin on a down note. "McNally! Don't be such a Grinch. If Dana wants to celebrate the holiday a little longer, don't throw cold water on her festive gathering. Sheesh.""All righty then, Merry Fucking Christmas - even though it's almost New Years," groused a still disillusioned and worn-out McNally."There you go McNally, that's the spirit," chided Patricia as she stepped out of the driver's seat. "Though, I must admit, it has been a grueling end of the year for me. I would be happy to pack up the holiday decorations and get on with a normally hectic life. Merry fucking Christmas to everyone and then it's on to a Happy Fucking New Year!""I hear you girls," said Dana, "you're free to toss the gift-wrapped stress and snowed-under holiday scheduling; but don't be too quick to throw out the good part of Christmas. I've got a nice quiet, post-Christmas chill-out planned. I'm hoping to restore your Christmas spirit and help you unpack all of this grinchy scrooginess that some of you have hauled all the way up here. Welcome Chix! Grab your stuff and come on in." Dana held the door open as the Chix paraded through, stopping to give Dana a hug. "It's been a long time since everyone has been up here, but I trust you remember where your rooms are."Dana shut the door and stepped into the kitchen to finish the hot chocolate as her guests went to their rooms to drop off their luggage. Dana busied herself with arranging the snack tray and hors d'oeuvre spread as the ladies freshened up after their late afternoon drive up to the cabin."Who wants a mug of my super rich hot chocolate?" called Dana. The Chix filtered into the kitchen to start the traditional sip of hot chocolate, it was the way Dana and Sander always welcomed their winter guests to their cabin. Dana poured four, steaming mugs and set them on the table. "Won't you join me?" she asked as she pulled out a chair."I've been driving over icy roads for the last couple of hours, I think I'll take my traditional welcoming mug of steaming indulgence standing up, if you don't mind," offered Patricia."Me too," echoed Annie."I'll stand with these two," motioned McNally.Dana joined them at the counter, "We've always stood together, haven't we? This is no time to break with that tradition."They all laughed a comfortable laugh and took a sip. McNally licked her lips, "Hmm, quite good and rich as always Dana, but I think it could use a tad something more." McNally slipped around Annie and headed to the cupboard. She pulled out a bottle of peppermint schnapps. "Ah, is this the bottle Orlando and I left for you and Sander? It's right where I remember it being. And I do have an excellent memory for such things.""Yep. That's the same old bottle that you and Orlando gave us the last time we all gathered here.""Wow," offered Annie as she thought of the years that had flown past since they were last together at Dana and Sander's ski cabin. "It has been a really long time since the four of us were here together," she mused. "Only then we were also here with..." Annie caught herself, but it was too late; she and everyone there realized she was about to mention their four husbands; she sucked in a panicked breath and threw her hands to her mouth and was about to apologize for bringing up the memory of husbands in front of her widowed friend."It's all right Annie," assured Dana as she reached across the counter to touch her arm. "I'm still grieving, but the good memories of Sander, shared among my close friends, are a soothing balm for my sadness. It's not a bad thing to remember my husband."Annie, working to hold back her tears, said, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I wanted to come up to your cabin and have this be a happy time with your friends; I didn't want to hurt you by dwelling on tragedy.""Annie, get a hold of yourself girl," said McNally as she dropped the mug of her high-octane hot chocolate from her lips. "We all know Sander is gone. It's a void we have to deal with, that's why we're here to cheer up Dana at this time of year.""McNally, stop it," Patricia interrupted. "Maybe you're right about the situation, but sometimes you come off sounding harsh and unsupportive. If Annie wants to open up with some tender feelings, then you should let her."Dana thumped her mug on the countertop, "Listen to me Chix, everyone's got a point - and I do too; Annie, thank you for your deep sympathy, but it's not going to break me when you, or anyone else, mentions Sander. Okay?"Patricia, I appreciate your mother hen role among us Chix, especially when McNally seems to rise to the top of the pecking order, but don't douse McNally's spirit; I find comfort in her boldness and barefaced words, and I find levity and healing in her humor and draw strength from her brassy spirit."McNally, that being said about all that I love about you - I have to correct one of your assertions; Sander is not gone. He is here. The last time we shared a bed and kissed each other good night was in this bed right in there," Dana motioned toward the bedroom off the kitchen. "But McNally you are correct in that Sander's passing is a void we have to deal with. I've chosen to deal with the void by filling it with my present friends and good memories of times past."Annie broke into a sputtering sob, sloshing her hot chocolate onto the counter. Patricia threw a visual dart at McNally to keep her quiet on Annie's account. McNally smiled and tipped her head and said nothing.After Dana spoke, there was a spell of unusual silence among The Chix, except for Annie's audible efforts to control her sobs. It was not the festive beginning to a Chix post-Christmas getaway that Dana had planned. Sensing that the holiday cheer had been lost already, Dana threw out what she knew would derail any immediate hope for the return of high holiday spirits among The Chix. "I came up to our cabin two days early for some solitude," Dana announced. "Sander is not gone. Sander is here. Last night he visited me."Eyes widened, jaws dropped, the sound of silence landed on the countertop between the girls with an unnerving crash, felt but unheard. McNally thought to ask if Dana was pulling their legs but thought better of opening her mouth. Three sets of down-cast eyes made their way up to lock onto Dana's eyes. There were lots of questions in those three sets of eyes, but not a word was spoken aloud.Dana's head clicked around in three incremental moves to scan the eyes of her guests. She understood that after a line like that, it was up to her to answer the unasked questions hanging in the air. "I didn't want to tell y'all that, at least not like that." Dana braced herself with two outstretched arms against the counter. "That's not the festive beginning I was planning on starting with, sorry about that. Excuse me for a minute; I got kind of emotionally thrown off my horse there. I planned a girl's getaway tonight with my beloved Chix. The plan was to share some bottles of wine, fat-ass snacks, decadent hors d'oeuvres and a big bowl of buttery popcorn and watch a movie. Oh! And I have some very naughty cookies from our earlier exchange that I saved; you know Chix, they must be consumed before the end of the year.""No way Dana!" protested McNally. "You can't do this to us, telling us you saw Sander last night and then pretending that we are all ready to have a casual, goofy girl's night-in tossing down popcorn and a merlot while watching a movie? I can't let you jerk us back to ordinary after an extraordinary tease like that. We gotta talk girl." McNally surveyed the faces of Patricia and Annie expecting them to nod in hearty agreement, siding with her plan to override Dana's.Annie looked non-committal. Patricia looked at McNally and then at Dana. "Dana, do you need to talk about this Sander sighting, or do you need to stick to your plan?" asked Patricia."Yes. I have so much I need to talk to you guys about, but I need to be prepared and so do you before we talk. I need everyone to follow my schedule. Didn't I write to y'all and tell you to come on up because there might be a surprise?"Flabbergasted, McNally asked, "So it's snacks, wine and a movie?"Patricia shot a mother hen look at McNally to answer her question."Didn't you hear Dana? She needs to get to a good emotional place, then she'll get back to your agenda item McNally," Annie said to reinforce Patricia's mother hen look."Okay. But I know from our conversation on the way up here, we are all eagerly expecting a report on the first three days of Christmas, involving a partridge, two turtle doves and three French hens. Am I right ladies?" asked McNally with a jauntily cocked head as she searched the faces of Patricia and Annie, satisfied that she had gotten in the last word, as she so often likes to do.Pleased that her plan was back on track, Dana perked up and poured a healthy amount of schnapps into McNally's mug, "You'll get all that and more, I promise," said Dana merrily."Did I hear 'Yule' get all that and more? If that's the case, then it's a Merry Fucking Christmas to all!"The Chix laughed and thrust their mugs to the center in a collective toast, "A Merry Fucking Christmas!"Dana set out the food, McNally poured the drinks as Annie filled the huge common bowl with buttery popcorn. "Should I bring over the naughty Christmas cookies?" asked Patricia. "I see there are a lot of uneaten pussies still on the tray. They are decorated so enticingly. It's a shame to leave an uneaten pussie on the table.""No, those naughty cookies are for dessert! Leave 'em there," shouted Dana."Patricia, are there any large, tasty cocks left on that tray, or did Dana already eat them all?"Dana jumped in, "Patricia, don't answer that. A girl has a right to keep her secrets - at least for a little while longer."To be continued in part 4, based on the post by SandyMarl for Literotica.

 Three French Hens and Lingerie.Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Three French HensRising the next morning after enjoying the contented sleep of a delicious bad girl; Dana mopped up the chocolate mess and had just put a new tablecloth on the table when she received a text. She saw that Patricia had sent her a message. She giggled aloud in her empty house, feeling that she knew what she was about to read. 'Dana, I hope you will be home tonight. I'd like to drop off supper and a surprise Christmas package for you. Let me know if you'll be available this evening - Patricia.'Dana replied, 'I Will be ready for your surprise package. What Will I do with your generosity? I Will be so looking forward to tonight!' Dana didn't intend to spoil Patricia's 'surprise package' delivery; but by now Patricia knew that Dana was wise to the Twelve Days of Christmas themes arriving at her house, courtesy of The Chix 'Hubby Exchange'. Almost more than the expected sex with Patricia's husband Will, Dana was curiously excited to find out how Three French Hens were going to fit into her boudoir.When Dana's doorbell rang, she arranged herself in the hallway mirror, resettled her boobs in her next-fanciest white lace bra that was almost concealed behind her low-cut, high-class dressy satin snow-white blouse.When she answered the door, the kid at the door smiled as Dana greeted him. After an awkward, cheeky stare at her tits, he handed her the bag of roasted chicken and all the fixin's. Dana gave the kid an eyeful as his parting words were, "Don't cook tonight - Call Chicken Delight! Thanks for your order, Ma'am." The delivery boy took one last glance before leaving her porch.Dana thought about calling after him, 'Have a Merry Fucking Christmas,' but thought that she'd save the teasing for the next fellow who rang her bell.Will pulled up to the curb as the delivery boy's car pulled away. Will trotted to the open door where Dana was waiting for him. Will looked flustered. "Damn. I was supposed to surprise you with dinner. Looks like I'm the one who is surprised by dinner's quick arrival.""And you left me holding the bag," said Dana in a provocative tone as she lifted the steaming bag in front of Will's nose. Will looked doubly flustered."Oh shit. Excuse me Dana, I forgot something in my truck." Will trotted back to the curb and grabbed a gift box and came back to where Dana was waiting for him with a half-undone blouse.By the Third Day of Christmas, Dana had a good idea of how this exchange was supposed to play out. But she wasn't above playing along, or at least playing Will. Dana looked out the door, "Where's Patricia? She promised me an exciting holiday package." Dana was enjoying the recurring theme and the surprise packages being delivered to her door.Will stepped inside, shut the door and bolted it behind him, handing a scroll tied with a festive green ribbon to the woman smiling at him, acting surprised. "What's this?" Dana asked as she cocked her head, taking the scroll from Will. "This is all so mysterious," acknowledged Dana with her eyes and smile flashing in obvious enjoyment of another installment of the unfolding mystery in her entry hall.Dana unfurled the scroll, knowing what was written inside, yet once again feeling a warm flush sweep across her face as she red Patricia's words. Dana inhaled; a crinkle grew at the corner of her eyes; Patricia had sent her husband Will over to her as a gift to give her 'a night of holiday magic'.In Patricia's written introduction she implied that perhaps Will's stag arrival was not a surprise to her, but Will was not aware that he was visiting her as the bearer of gifts that tied him to The Third Day of Christmas, part of the husband exchange plotted right after The Chix cookie exchange.Patricia wrote that Will was 'prepared to fulfill her wish list', and that rumors were circulating among The Chix that she had made it to the top of Santa's naughty girl list. According to the instructions, all she had to do was 'Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.' Patricia signed off with, 'And Good Will to all and to all a good night.'"Well, well, what do we have here?" she asked as she dropped her glance to the gift-wrapped box in Will's hands.Will looked at Dana, "Did you read Patricia's introductory remarks on the scroll Dana?" Will of course had seen her reading it but was expecting more of a reaction from her as the purpose for his evening visit was spelled out for the attractive widow lady who had long been inside their close circle of friends."Oh yes. I've red and understood your introduction quite clearly." Dana used a husky, seductive voice to emphasize her intimate understanding of what was ahead for the two of them. "But I must know, what's in the box?"Dana's unfazed manner, sexy outfit and flirty ease with him put Will in a randy mood, thinking that he'd lucked into some sexy games between Dana and his wife. If Dana didn't seem to mind, he was certainly game. And he brought his own Christmas toys. "You get to open the box after supper. Not before then - and no peeking!""It's you that has been doing the early peeking Will," Dana thrust her boobs forward, letting the half buttoned top fall further open to reveal her white lace cups filled with full tits as she shook them with the intention to set off a growing erection inside of Will's pants.After the supper dishes were cleared, Dana made a play for the present. Will snatched it from her clutches, saying that "This gift was selected by Patricia, but she has entrusted it to me to give it to you. She seemed certain that you would find it appropriate for any kind of mischief that we might want to get into." Will smiled a sheepish smile, not sure about presenting such a gift to a lady friend. Relying on his wife's assurances that Dana would love it, he placed it in Dana's hands.Dana tore into the gift wrapping and let out a gasp and then a giggle escape as she opened the box. "What's this?" Dana was beaming as she lifted the pink oval object from its case and held it in the palm of her hand."I've been told that you might be expecting something along the lines of a chicken or hen theme. What you hold in your hand is for your holiday evening pleasure - as am I. I am your rooster, er; may I correct that, I am your barnyard cock. I present you, my hen, a vibrating egg." Will had gained his confidence over dinner and was enjoying toying with his hostess as she marveled at the gift sex toy.Dana didn't want to pry and outright ask Will if he and Patricia had used a vibrating sex toy before, but she was sure that it wasn't too difficult to guess how to use it.Will walked behind where Dana sat, he brushed his fingers through her hair. "Do you remember way back when, when you and Sander helped me out by giving me some tips on the best way to make my moves on Patricia?""Umm yeah, I remember all of that pretty well. You weren't the fumbling geek that you thought you were, you just needed a little direction and a lot of confidence. I guess that Sander and I turned you into a star lover.""Well, you may not have turned me into the latest and greatest Casanova; but at least you did give me great advice and let me practice with a real woman. Dana, you got me off to a solid start. Patricia is ever grateful to you for knocking off my awkward edges, if only she knew all the schooling that you put into my romancing behavior. Once I took your advice and employed your patented instructions of hot techniques to win a girl, I was off to the races. Patricia was able to pick it up from there." Will finished his remembrances with a small chuckle."Let's see, if I remember my early lessons; Lesson One: atmosphere is important. Come my fine teacher, join me on the couch and you can test me on what I learned from you." Will took Dana by the hand, escorting her to the living room."Lesson Two in winning a girl was what? Oh yes, I think I remember; take her slowly, don't scare her, make her comfortable with you and she will come to you on her own. Did I get that right?" Will petted Dana in a slow and easy casual caress, seeking feedback from his former romance instructor.Dana nestled into Will, "That's right, but that lesson mostly applies to a man's first approach to a girl. We've both been through this together before. Given our mutual experiences, I think we can skip the slow part this time. I'm not scared, and a faster pace would be fine with me tonight, young man."Will began to pick up the pace, undressing Dana as she enjoyed the confident attention from the man whom she once had to advise on how to undress a woman. Will had peeled Dana down to her set of snowy white lace bra and panties, he came in close to kiss her and told her she "looked like a pretty white snowflake, a unique beauty, yet the hottest of all the fallen snowflakes. If you catch my drift."Dana smiled her appreciation at Will's compliment, "Patricia told me that I should expect to find a surprise holiday package - may I?" She asked without waiting for an answer, reaching up to undo Will's pants. Dana dropped his pants and underpants to his ankle and was not surprised to find his cock decorated with a green bow. "This must be the pretty package of which Patricia spoke," feigning surprise. "Oh look, you come with a label," Dana removed the bow from Will's willy and red the label: 'On the Third Day of Christmas, My True Friend gave to me, Three French Hens. Dear Dana, I hope you enjoy the Christmas package I've selected for you. Unfortunately, the Three French Hens couldn't get their travel visa in time to arrive with the business end of this package; so, I've taken the liberty to include one of their vibrating French hen eggs as a substitute. Ooh la la! Enjoy! And have a Merry Fucking Christmas! -- Patricia.'Dana stroked Will's cock, extended in greeting, "We never got this far in our lessons on what to do with a girl. I Trust you've figured out a thing or two on the proper use of your tool?" Dana leaned in to give Will's cock a lick.Will let her consume him, holding her hair as she slurped with her tongue, preparing his tool for some deep drilling. "Ooh la la," you make a pretty French hen when you have a pecker on your face," Will sighed as Dana sucked him and caressed his balls. With reluctance, Will pulled his cock out of Dana's lips, "Lest we forget, now that you've unwrapped your gift, I believe it is time we play with your new Christmas toy." Will returned to the table and picked up the vibrating egg sex toy and its remote control."This will be fun," said Will as he used the controls to turn it on and run the vibrating rheostat through its different levels. "You never got to this part of the lesson when you taught me about what turns girls on."Dana pulled him close, "A girl shouldn't reveal all of her secrets. But at the time, I never imagined that there was a remote-control device that could be used to turn a girl on with the literal press of a button." Dana spread her legs, rubbing her labia with both hands, "Why don't you find a warm nest to place that egg in, and let's pick up this part of the lesson that we both somehow missed all of those years ago."Will fit himself between her legs, wedged the vibrating egg between Dana's wet cunt lips. Dana held it in place with her right hand as she plucked at her excited nipple with her left hand as Will pressed the start button on the remote. Dana let out a giggle. "Cluck, cluck, cluck, this darling little egg is going to make me want to get laid."Dana bent her knees, trying different positions and sensations. As her toy egg hummed, she purred. "Does this egg have any other settings?" she asked as she worked her clit, letting the vibrations warm her libido.Will licked his lips as he watched Dana adjust to the new sensations between her legs, "Why yes, it does have several settings. How may I serve you my little chickadee?""What options can you offer an excited girl?" Dana asked as her eyes involuntarily rolled back as she pressed the vibrating egg to her warming, wet labia."I can serve you 'over easy', which is the setting I have you at now. I can pick it up a notch and deliver a 'poached egg' sensation, which should make you feel soft, gooey and warm. Or I can go right up to 'scrambled' level.""My, my, all of those sound fun. Will, I want you to surprise me, you pick the setting. You can change it up on me whenever you want, make it interesting with variety." Will needed no prodding, he switched up the intensity of the egg Dana held to her clit; using a slow build, higher and higher and as she squirmed and squeezed her legs together on the couch. As Dana was heating up to her melting point, Will stopped the vibrations."You barnyard bastard, Will!""You wanted me to surprise you. Didn't you tell me years ago to not rush a girl?" Will offered a smug snort, knowing he had the remote and he was in control. Also knowing that Dana had once coached him to make the girl want to come to him. "I think I've learned your lessons pretty well, by the look on your face Dana.""I was starting to get in the groove. You coaxed me pretty far along, I'm wet and I'm getting pretty frothy -- until you stopped. Will, I didn't teach you to be a cruel bastard." Dana was pouting as she reclined on the couch with her knees up, still holding her toy egg against her glistening labia."No, you didn't. I developed the joy of prolonged teasing on my own." He held the remote in front of Dana, rolling his thumb over the control buttons like the twitchy trigger finger of a gunfighter in a showdown. "I could start you up anytime I want from where I stand. Just because I stopped doesn't mean I can't start again.""Well then, what do I need to do to get you to fire me up again? I can't let this egg that I'm nesting on get too cold. I'd be disappointed if I didn't hatch an egg-cracking orgasm with you tonight."Will beamed with confidence as he looked Dana in the eye as he twirled the remote in between his fingers. "I confess, after steaming me up all those years ago with your romantic lessons, I've always wanted to see you get turned on like you are tonight. I love watching your pretty titties bunch and jiggle as you enjoy my remote toying."Dana enjoyed hearing Will's confession and was secretly pleased that she could offer him a good, sexy show. "OK, here's the deal; you control the vibrating egg, I give you the show you've always wanted but you have to come over here and lick and suck my nipple as my clit gets buzzed.""Now that's a deal I can't resist. First, I get to watch you get frothy all over again and then I'll come to your side and fulfill my other longtime fantasy by fondling your tits and sucking you until your nips are made hard and erect and by my stimulation. I'll work you tit, you work your clit and together we will bring you to an egg-cracking orgasm."Will performed a masterful job of licking, sucking and nibbling at Dana's nipples while changing the sensations she was getting on her swollen clit with the remote. With a sudden convulsion and an eye-rolling, breathy squeal, Dana panted as she pulled the pink egg out from her inner thighs, dropping it on the carpet. "Oh damn. Damn that kind of snook up on me. Oh, damn that was exciting. That was a surprise." She pried Will's lips from her over-sensitized nipple as she let the reverberations subside inside her hen parts while she leaned back against the couch's arm feeling warmed from toes to tits.Will looked her over, seeing a crimson sex-flush glowing on her upper chest, remarked, "You are some kind of red-breasted warbler hen."Dana mover her arm down to grasp Will's semi-rigid erection, giving it slow, sensuous strokes as she subtly tugged his cock to position him in front of her spread legs. "Cluck, cluck. You wanna fuck?" Dana inquired through heavy eyelids of a post-orgasmic woman.Will said nothing; he seized her ankles and threw them back toward her shoulders, exposing Dana's puffy pink cunt. With a stiff and eager pecker, Will drove hard and deep into Dana's upturned snatch, pinning her legs against her shoulders as he thrust his boner in and out of her with wet, succulent sounds. He swabbed her with hearty vigor, fulfilling years of pent-up fantasy desire to fuck Dana, the lady who had taken it upon herself years ago to give him the confidence to make it with a girl.Dana sensed that this pumping penetration which she was enjoying was the carnal expression of this man's ultimate gratification after suppressing his desire to fuck her for years. She loved being able to fulfill Will's desires. By letting him take her so savagely, it served to only heighten her pleasure. She could only express her pleasure with long, loud moans finished with little barks with every pounding stroke that Will planted deep inside of her spasming naughty bits. Dana's involuntary moans built up again and again as Will plunged into her slippery depths, always ending with a little bark as his rod mashed into her cervix.Will's grip on her folded-over legs tightened, his breath became fast and shallow as he pumped Dana with fucking fury. He released her legs, seized two generous handfuls of titty flesh, squeezed her tight as his cock flew over her nest of pubic hair, exploding in a glorious release of white, hot sperm. Will's ejaculate went splattering across Dana's bunched bosoms, up her throat and chin, coating her lips with thick, white ropes of jizz.Breathing heavily, with eyes closed tight, he massaged both of Dana's melons as he rested, enjoying the flood of warm satisfaction coursing through his body.Dana waited for a few moments until Will opened his eyes; then she opened her lips and ran her tongue along them to slurp up the cum he had deposited on her mouth. "Yum. You've been wanting to do me like that for a long time haven't you? I could tell.""It was worth the wait Dana. You taught me well." Will's arms released their hold on Dana's tits as he fell into her chest with his face, holding her torso tight as she wrapped her legs around his back.Awaking from an exhausted snooze, still entangled and stuck together by the sticky cum covering Dan's chest and Will's face; Dana stuck her finger in her mouth and then inserted it in Will's ear. "Wet Willy!"Will flinched and then laughed, "Yeah, but my Willy wins for getting you wetter."Dana spoke, "We're both kind of a sticky mess. It's like someone cracked an egg on me, it's like I have egg white covering my tits." Dana snaked her way out from under Will, taking his hand and getting him to sit up on the couch. "Come on, let's both get wet again," as she led him to her shower where they soaped and fondled each other before taking their time toweling each other off.Dana didn't bother to dress, wanting to give Will an eyeful as a parting-gift as she watched him dress. They kissed a quick kiss on the cheek before Will walked out the door in the wee hours of the foggy December morning.Dana went back into the living room to find her vibrating egg toy. She picked it up and found the remote control stuffed behind a cushion. She toyed with the idea of having another round just by herself or just going off to bed. She hadn't decided as she crawled under the sheets with the toy, but she was thinking about The Chix, The Dix, the great sex with the boys, the great fun, and the Twelve Days of Christmas.She thought of Sander, and she thought he'd be happy for her. Sander would not want her to wither up and be sad and lonely; he'd want her to have a Merry Fucking Christmas if he had a say. She missed the comfortable routine that she and Sander had grown into over the years of their marriage. She thought about The Chix and their chosen Dix and wondered if they appreciated what they still had with their hysbands. She fell asleep as she dreamed of wonderful sex and loving and grateful thoughts of her good friends, The Chix.She was dreaming of hatching a plan. A Mysterious Invitation To The ChixDana didn't have it in her this year to send out Christmas cards to the annual crowd of casual acquaintances. The raw loneliness of the holidays without Sander was too much pain to stuff into an envelope along with a glittery card addressed to those who only heard from her and Sander once a year. The holiday cheer had evaporated for all but her closest friends.Dana picked three cards to send out to The Chix. It'd be a Christmas card, a thank you card, and an invitation all wrapped into one.McNally, Patricia and Annie recognized dana's handwriting as soon as they pulled the envelope from their mailbox, rushing to open Dana's envelope first. Each smiled as they red Dana's note:Hmm.I've just gotten to thinking about the Twelve Days of Christmas -- for some naughty reason.Did you know that technically, the Twelve Days run from December 25 to January 6?The Twelve Days of Christmas have yet to begin. We are not finished yet!I know The Chix are dying for me to dish on partridges, turtle doves and French hens.The nesting of all of those Love Birds was such a sweet and spicy gift set that cheered me up.My thanks to The Naughty Chix.You must promise to join me as my guest on the fourth, fifth and sixth Days of Christmas,December 28, 29 & 30th.You will be my guest at our mountain ski-cabin getaway for a gathering of just us Chix.I won't say a word about the packages that were sent my way until then.If you want to hear the details, clear your calendar and come on out.I owe you all a Thank You - and more.I might have a Christmas Season surprise waiting for each of The Chix.You will want to end up on my Naughty List - XOXO DanaDana's scheme had been hatched. The cards went out to The Chix. The bait was irresistible; The Chix would have to be at the cabin to hear the intimate details of how their hubby exchange had been received. They couldn't miss this opportunity.As Dana suspected, the replies accepting her offer of an exclusive Chix getaway flew so quickly to her phone that she had to put all three of The Chix on a conference call. McNally, Annie and Patricia pressed Dana for a tiny hint as to how their gift hubby-exchange guys had performed. Dana was having none of it. She remained tight-lipped through all of their clever wheedling and desperate manipulations trying to get her to spill a few hints. Dana stood steadfast, enjoying holding out the tormenting delay in the juiciest gossip in years."Nothing for anyone until we are all together at my cabin." All agreed, reluctantly, on the conditions set by their hostess. They arranged to come up together and meet Dana at her ski cabin on the Fourth Day of Christmas, December 28th. A Load Of Post-Christmas Scrooges And A GhostDana stopped stirring the hot chocolate, skipped to the door upon hearing the crunching of tires over the crisp, refrozen snowfall, announcing the arrival of The Chix. "A Merry Fourth Day of Christmas to y'all!" she hollered from the open doorway.McNally stepped from the rear passenger door of Patricia's SUV, answered Dana in a sour tone, "I am so done with Christmas right now. I know, the Twelve Days of Christmas only started after Christmas, but for me, Christmas is over - and I say good riddance. Too much stress and expectation."Annie, standing ready to unload her bag from the rear cargo hatch, felt bad that McNally had started the afternoon at Dana's cabin on a down note. "McNally! Don't be such a Grinch. If Dana wants to celebrate the holiday a little longer, don't throw cold water on her festive gathering. Sheesh.""All righty then, Merry Fucking Christmas - even though it's almost New Years," groused a still disillusioned and worn-out McNally."There you go McNally, that's the spirit," chided Patricia as she stepped out of the driver's seat. "Though, I must admit, it has been a grueling end of the year for me. I would be happy to pack up the holiday decorations and get on with a normally hectic life. Merry fucking Christmas to everyone and then it's on to a Happy Fucking New Year!""I hear you girls," said Dana, "you're free to toss the gift-wrapped stress and snowed-under holiday scheduling; but don't be too quick to throw out the good part of Christmas. I've got a nice quiet, post-Christmas chill-out planned. I'm hoping to restore your Christmas spirit and help you unpack all of this grinchy scrooginess that some of you have hauled all the way up here. Welcome Chix! Grab your stuff and come on in." Dana held the door open as the Chix paraded through, stopping to give Dana a hug. "It's been a long time since everyone has been up here, but I trust you remember where your rooms are."Dana shut the door and stepped into the kitchen to finish the hot chocolate as her guests went to their rooms to drop off their luggage. Dana busied herself with arranging the snack tray and hors d'oeuvre spread as the ladies freshened up after their late afternoon drive up to the cabin."Who wants a mug of my super rich hot chocolate?" called Dana. The Chix filtered into the kitchen to start the traditional sip of hot chocolate, it was the way Dana and Sander always welcomed their winter guests to their cabin. Dana poured four, steaming mugs and set them on the table. "Won't you join me?" she asked as she pulled out a chair."I've been driving over icy roads for the last couple of hours, I think I'll take my traditional welcoming mug of steaming indulgence standing up, if you don't mind," offered Patricia."Me too," echoed Annie."I'll stand with these two," motioned McNally.Dana joined them at the counter, "We've always stood together, haven't we? This is no time to break with that tradition."They all laughed a comfortable laugh and took a sip. McNally licked her lips, "Hmm, quite good and rich as always Dana, but I think it could use a tad something more." McNally slipped around Annie and headed to the cupboard. She pulled out a bottle of peppermint schnapps. "Ah, is this the bottle Orlando and I left for you and Sander? It's right where I remember it being. And I do have an excellent memory for such things.""Yep. That's the same old bottle that you and Orlando gave us the last time we all gathered here.""Wow," offered Annie as she thought of the years that had flown past since they were last together at Dana and Sander's ski cabin. "It has been a really long time since the four of us were here together," she mused. "Only then we were also here with..." Annie caught herself, but it was too late; she and everyone there realized she was about to mention their four husbands; she sucked in a panicked breath and threw her hands to her mouth and was about to apologize for bringing up the memory of husbands in front of her widowed friend."It's all right Annie," assured Dana as she reached across the counter to touch her arm. "I'm still grieving, but the good memories of Sander, shared among my close friends, are a soothing balm for my sadness. It's not a bad thing to remember my husband."Annie, working to hold back her tears, said, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I wanted to come up to your cabin and have this be a happy time with your friends; I didn't want to hurt you by dwelling on tragedy.""Annie, get a hold of yourself girl," said McNally as she dropped the mug of her high-octane hot chocolate from her lips. "We all know Sander is gone. It's a void we have to deal with, that's why we're here to cheer up Dana at this time of year.""McNally, stop it," Patricia interrupted. "Maybe you're right about the situation, but sometimes you come off sounding harsh and unsupportive. If Annie wants to open up with some tender feelings, then you should let her."Dana thumped her mug on the countertop, "Listen to me Chix, everyone's got a point - and I do too; Annie, thank you for your deep sympathy, but it's not going to break me when you, or anyone else, mentions Sander. Okay?"Patricia, I appreciate your mother hen role among us Chix, especially when McNally seems to rise to the top of the pecking order, but don't douse McNally's spirit; I find comfort in her boldness and barefaced words, and I find levity and healing in her humor and draw strength from her brassy spirit."McNally, that being said about all that I love about you - I have to correct one of your assertions; Sander is not gone. He is here. The last time we shared a bed and kissed each other good night was in this bed right in there," Dana motioned toward the bedroom off the kitchen. "But McNally you are correct in that Sander's passing is a void we have to deal with. I've chosen to deal with the void by filling it with my present friends and good memories of times past."Annie broke into a sputtering sob, sloshing her hot chocolate onto the counter. Patricia threw a visual dart at McNally to keep her quiet on Annie's account. McNally smiled and tipped her head and said nothing.After Dana spoke, there was a spell of unusual silence among The Chix, except for Annie's audible efforts to control her sobs. It was not the festive beginning to a Chix post-Christmas getaway that Dana had planned. Sensing that the holiday cheer had been lost already, Dana threw out what she knew would derail any immediate hope for the return of high holiday spirits among The Chix. "I came up to our cabin two days early for some solitude," Dana announced. "Sander is not gone. Sander is here. Last night he visited me."Eyes widened, jaws dropped, the sound of silence landed on the countertop between the girls with an unnerving crash, felt but unheard. McNally thought to ask if Dana was pulling their legs but thought better of opening her mouth. Three sets of down-cast eyes made their way up to lock onto Dana's eyes. There were lots of questions in those three sets of eyes, but not a word was spoken aloud.Dana's head clicked around in three incremental moves to scan the eyes of her guests. She understood that after a line like that, it was up to her to answer the unasked questions hanging in the air. "I didn't want to tell y'all that, at least not like that." Dana braced herself with two outstretched arms against the counter. "That's not the festive beginning I was planning on starting with, sorry about that. Excuse me for a minute; I got kind of emotionally thrown off my horse there. I planned a girl's getaway tonight with my beloved Chix. The plan was to share some bottles of wine, fat-ass snacks, decadent hors d'oeuvres and a big bowl of buttery popcorn and watch a movie. Oh! And I have some very naughty cookies from our earlier exchange that I saved; you know Chix, they must be consumed before the end of the year.""No way Dana!" protested McNally. "You can't do this to us, telling us you saw Sander last night and then pretending that we are all ready to have a casual, goofy girl's night-in tossing down popcorn and a merlot while watching a movie? I can't let you jerk us back to ordinary after an extraordinary tease like that. We gotta talk girl." McNally surveyed the faces of Patricia and Annie expecting them to nod in hearty agreement, siding with her plan to override Dana's.Annie looked non-committal. Patricia looked at McNally and then at Dana. "Dana, do you need to talk about this Sander sighting, or do you need to stick to your plan?" asked Patricia."Yes. I have so much I need to talk to you guys about, but I need to be prepared and so do you before we talk. I need everyone to follow my schedule. Didn't I write to y'all and tell you to come on up because there might be a surprise?"Flabbergasted, McNally asked, "So it's snacks, wine and a movie?"Patricia shot a mother hen look at McNally to answer her question."Didn't you hear Dana? She needs to get to a good emotional place, then she'll get back to your agenda item McNally," Annie said to reinforce Patricia's mother hen look."Okay. But I know from our conversation on the way up here, we are all eagerly expecting a report on the first three days of Christmas, involving a partridge, two turtle doves and three French hens. Am I right ladies?" asked McNally with a jauntily cocked head as she searched the faces of Patricia and Annie, satisfied that she had gotten in the last word, as she so often likes to do.Pleased that her plan was back on track, Dana perked up and poured a healthy amount of schnapps into McNally's mug, "You'll get all that and more, I promise," said Dana merrily."Did I hear 'Yule' get all that and more? If that's the case, then it's a Merry Fucking Christmas to all!"The Chix laughed and thrust their mugs to the center in a collective toast, "A Merry Fucking Christmas!"Dana set out the food, McNally poured the drinks as Annie filled the huge common bowl with buttery popcorn. "Should I bring over the naughty Christmas cookies?" asked Patricia. "I see there are a lot of uneaten pussies still on the tray. They are decorated so enticingly. It's a shame to leave an uneaten pussie on the table.""No, those naughty cookies are for dessert! Leave 'em there," shouted Dana."Patricia, are there any large, tasty cocks left on that tray, or did Dana already eat them all?"Dana jumped in, "Patricia, don't answer that. A girl has a right to keep her secrets - at least for a little while longer."To be continued in part 4, based on the post by SandyMarl for Literotica.

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The intent of the program is to use the caring and fairness lenses to help people who are not yet completely conned by the Mockingbird Media stay un-conned. How do we do that? Why do we do it? That construct, caring and fairness, are the two things about which liberals and moderates care. That's it. We Conservatives focus on all things national security, the economy, international relations, tax policy, authoritarianism, and the border. They only care about things if it's communicated through caring and fairness. So we can ask them caring and fairness type questions. For instance, do the Mockingbird Media members care that Joe Biden is perhaps being put through elder abuse? And is it fair for us that they have actively hidden this from us? How is that caring or fair? We can also ask questions about the way Christians are portrayed. Is it fair or caring? Episode 1,707 Links:Jeffrey Epstein document dump: Prosecutors told financier raped girls as young as 14, cut deal anyway.@Newsmax's @JamesRosenTV: “Is he disabled?”Ashley St. Clair from this from Karen Yourish with the New York TimesCNN Asks If Beheadings Are Acceptable, Claims Bible Is PornographicTapper Insists SCOTUS Ruled Presidents Can Assassinate Political RivalsMSNBC Falsely Claims Court Ruled Presidents Get To Violate ConstitutionBlue Cross ordered to pay $700k to pro-life employee fired for refusing abortion-tainted COVID jab; A pro-life woman won a legal victory after a jury determined Blue Cross/Blue Shield violated her rights by firing her over her refusal to take the abortion-tainted COVID shots.BREAKING: US Government to give $176 million to Moderna to develop a human mRNA H5N1 Bird Flu Injection; The VAX Racket Capo in Cambridge just got a capital infusion from Alan's Soapshttps://alanssoaps.com/TODDUse coupon code ‘TODD' to save an additional 10% off the bundle price.Bioptimizershttps://magbreakthrough.com/toddfreeVisit this website to get your 30-capsule bottle of Magnesium Breakthrough for FREE today!  No promo code needed.Bonefroghttps://bonefrogcoffee.com/toddUse code TODD at checkout to receive 10% off your first purchase and 15% on subscriptions.Bulwark Capital Bulwark Capital Management (bulwarkcapitalmgmt.com)Sign up today for Zach's free webinar Thursday July 25th at 3:30pm PDT at KnowYourRiskRadio.com.EdenPUREhttps://edenpuredeals.comUse code TODD3 to save $200 on the Thunderstorm Air Purifier 3-pack.GreenHaven Interactive Web Marketinghttps://greenhaveninteractive.comNeed more customers for your business? Contact Dave today!Native Pathhttps://nativepathkrill.com/toddGet an ocean of benefits from Antarctic Krill from Native Path.  Renue Healthcarehttps://renue.healthcare/toddYour journey to a better life starts at Renue Healthcare.  Visit renue.healthcare/Todd

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Casting out Shame & Self Loathing.By Tx Tall Tales – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was standing over the pool at 9:00 am on the dot. I'd gone to bed so early, I'd woken up at 7:00 and couldn't get back to sleep. A McDonald's Egg McMuffin was percolating in my belly, and I felt refreshed and renewed.The pool was full, and the hoses were still going. I quickly turned them off, and rolled the hoses back up. Then I started the filter running. The sun was warm already. It was going to be a hot one. I peeled my shirt off and tossed it to the side, helping myself to some of Amy's sun-tan lotion, covering my shoulders and face.I went out to my car and got the chemicals out. Time for the magic. I walked the perimeter of the pool, adding stabilizer, algaecide, clarifier, and finally shock. I hauled out four 50 pound bags of salt, and started pouring the fine salt into the water, one bag at a time. I was working on the last bag when I happened to glance over at the porch and saw Amy there, leaning against the door watching me. She had on a robe, and an odd little smile.I finished emptying the bag, and headed her way. "Good morning, beautiful."Her smile looked forced. "Morning pool boy.""What's wrong?" I asked, moving closer to her."Nothing. Everything. I don't know.""You're breaking my heart, morning Goddess," I teased."Please. Enough of the Goddess. I'm nobody's Goddess. Slut is more like it.""Don't," I said firmly."It's true!""Don't."She covered her face with her hands. "How can you even look at me after the way I behaved yesterday?"I pulled her close and held her. She was stiff at first, then slowly melted into my arms, crying, tears running down my bare chest."Have you seen your pool yet?" I asked when the sobs had almost disappeared.She shook her head."C'mon then. It's time to see the fruits of your labor." I took her hand in mine and walked over to the pool."What do you think?"She smiled. "A miracle. You saved my ass, Alex.""Quite a nice ass to save, if you don't mind my saying."She snorted, quite unladylike. "You should know. You've seen more of it than anybody else has outside of my doctor.""Are you mad at me, Amy?" I asked."Mad at you? Hardly.""Then what is it?"She leaned her head back with a sigh. "I...I'm not who I thought I was. Amy Dixon would never have behaved like she did yesterday. I never thought I could be such a tramp." She crossed her arms over her chest, turning to face the pool. "How desperate am I, that I would drag you into my backyard and blow you, with my husband sitting watching TV fifty feet away? That I'd let you finger me while laying out next to my friend, and almost beg for more when you left me hanging."She turned to face me. "I'm such a whore. I'm letting you do whatever you want to me, just so I can get my pool cleaned on the cheap. Hell, I practically begged you to spank me and came as hard as I'd ever come in my life, with your finger buried in my ass, God help me. Is this anyway for a married woman to behave? My mother would be so proud."I was lost for words. What could I say to her?I took her hand in mine, and walked her over to the covered porch. "Sit," I told her, at the end of our favorite lounge chair.She sat down stiffly, and I moved behind her, sitting with her between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. "I don't have any answers Amy. I don't know your situation. I barely know you. You've been a mysterious fantasy for me ever since I was old enough to appreciate a woman. And in the last few days, you seemed like a happy girl, looking for a little excitement in her life, and willing to work for it. There's a wild, playful and extremely sexy woman inside you, looking to get out. I saw her. And I adore her."Amy sniffed loudly. "She's a filthy little slut."I eased my hand inside of her robe, and found nothing but soft flesh. I cupped her bare breast in my hand. "She's my naughty little slut, and she's amazing.""How can you say that? I should disgust you."I squeezed her tightly. "You are every man's dream come true. An Angel in public and a Devil in the bedroom.""Right. I'm no Devil in the bedroom. I'm a boring lay, who can't even keep her man.""That's crazy talk, woman.""It's true. My sex life is miserable. I mean, we do it, more than most, from what I hear. But it's a couple of minutes of sweaty thrusting a few times a week, and that's it. If it wasn't for my shower massage, I wouldn't come more than once a year.""That may be the saddest thing I ever heard. Keep it up, and you're going to see a grown man cry.""It's true!" she snapped.I held her, rocking her back and forth just a little. "What do you want out of life, Amy? You're young, you're beautiful, and your whole life is ahead of you. What do you want?""I wish you'd quit saying I'm beautiful.""Not going to happen. You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in person. Let's face it. Teens fantasize about movie stars and TV icons. I've fantasized about you forever. So much better than any celebrity, prettier and real. I've probably come into a dirty sock mumbling your name at least a thousand times over the years. God strike me dead, if I'm lying.""And I'm not young. I'm 26 years old."My hand was caressing her soft breast, toying with her hardening nipple. "Oh my God, 26! I thought you were 25. You are old! Hell you probably only have 70 or 80 years ahead of you. When I'm 91 years old, you'll be 98! What was I thinking?"She poked my leg. "Don't make fun of me, Alex." She twisted around and glared at me.I laid back on the lounger, and opened my arms for her. "Come here, and let's talk. Let's really talk.""No way. I lay down with you, the slut takes over, and I walk away bowlegged.""Not this time. Come here."She sighed dramatically before turning and crawling over me. I reached up. opening her robe, and saw she wasn't quite naked. She was wearing plain white panties.She caught me looking. "One word about the panties, and you'll walk away a eunuch.""Let me hold you," I urged her, my hands inside her robe, pulling her down.She stretched out against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I felt her legs shift, and her hips pressed against me. "What? No hardon? Tired of me already?""Silly. One look from you, one touch, and I'd be busting my shorts and you damn well know it.""Really?" She nibbled on my shoulder, grinding her hips against me. I reached down for her ass, and pushed up against her, squeezing her soft ass cheeks. It was only a few seconds before she felt my hardness pressing against her belly.She giggled. "That's oddly comforting.""Think I'm tired of you?"She squeezed me in her arms. "No.""We're going to play a game, you and I. A variation on Truth or Dare. I ask a question, and you tell me the absolute truth.""And?""And nothing. That's it. Ready?""That's not a game!" she argued.My hand was stroking the soft skin of her back. "Ok, how do you want to play it?""Regular Truth or Dare, except the first three rounds can only be Truth.""Alright. Now are you ready?""Who says you get to go first?""Do you want to go first?"She gave me a poke. "Damned straight. Truth or truth?""Truth.""When you came over the second day, and agreed to do the work, what was the absolute minimum I could have gotten away with offering?""Expenses. When you agreed to cover the material cost, it was a go. When you asked for it as a personal favor I couldn't say no. The only real problem was I didn't have the money to cover the parts. Once Mom said I could use her credit card, and pay it off in 30 days, it was a done deal."She leaned in and bit me on the shoulder. "Ow!""You little bastard! You left me out there worried you were going to turn me down, and I'd have to go crawling to Dale to get some contractors in here. That was mean.""Sorry. I didn't think of it that way. You were the one who sent me away the first day. Any counter-offer that covered the costs would have closed the deal.""Fine. But someday, you're going to pay for that one.""Ok, Truth or Truth?"She giggled. "Just ask the question already.""What is the absolute most I could have gotten away with asking for.""Everything.""Everything? Everything what?"She sighed. "Everything you asked for on the first day, and more. All that night I couldn't sleep, thinking of doing those things to you. Meeting you at the door on my knees each morning. Having you bend me over a table and using me for your pleasure whenever you needed a break. Being your play thing." She giggled. "I mean, it takes a lot of nerve to tell a woman you want a BJ from her every morning. I soaked my panties the moment those words left your lips.""Now who's the mean one?" I teased."You. You could have pressed the issue, and had me totally at your mercy, but no. Meanie."She raised her head, and gave me a sweet little kiss. "Thanks for getting hard for me." She ground her hips against me for emphasis.I smiled. "Anytime.""Truth or truth.""Truth." Like I had any option."Why? Why do you care? Why do you care about anything other than me willingly servicing you?"I took a moment to phrase my answer. It was a tough question. "I'm not sure I know. I want you to be happy. I don't know why, but it's as true as anything in my life. It must be the Neanderthal in me, or maybe Grandpa's Southern Gentleman upbringing. I want to protect you, defend you, and make sure you are as happy as you can possibly be. Anything I can possibly do to make that true is a small enough price to pay for one of your smiles. I want your heart to practically burst with joy.""Funny. Beating my ass until it's red doesn't seem to jive with that," she teased."Really? Remind me, how hard did you come for me?""You are a beast sir, and hardly a gentleman at all, to ask me such a personal question.""Beast or gentleman, whatever it takes to make you happy, I'll gladly fill the role."She was quiet after that, holding me tight, while my hands caressed her sweet ass cheeks. "It's too much, Alex. You can't make yourself responsible for my happiness. It doesn't work that way.""Too late, beautiful. I'm a slave to your joy. Accept it."When she didn't answer, I continued our game. "Truth or truth, my morning Goddess.""Truth, B

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Fertility Clinic nurse assistant studies female anatomy.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 7: Pillow TalkI may have spoken of the much about my romantic interludes, sex play with my husband Jerry during my internship at the Fertility Clinic in my last year in college. I sighed 'husband' and 'wife' had become archaic words officially, but everyone in heterosexual relations still used those words in lieu of the official term `partner.' In a reflective moment cuddling, "Partners," Jerry had dismissed much modern parlance, "Sounds like something cowhands said to other guys in the old Western Movies."With both of us in school and working, our quest for physical intimacy tended to result in a quick, but spirited struggle, a wrestling match, Jerry called sexercises. There was only precious moments for a little cuddling time which generates pillow talk. As days grew longer and time in school shortened, we suddenly found more time for each other."Have you thought what you'll do after you graduate?" Jerry asked the frightening question. Up to now my hectic schedule, at school and work, gave me little time to ponder that the curtain would close on this life shortly.My mornings began early. I was due in at the Clinic at 5:45 AM. I had to give myself extra time. On my way to the bathroom on those mornings, Jerry's strong hand often landed on my shoulders. I'd feel the stumble of his whiskers rubbing against my neck, especially if I awoke still in my improvised PJs, worn panties and Jerry's raggy tee shirt."Jerry," I'd chide him, "Why do I know that if I find myself wearing my panties when I wake, it was good to have allowed extra time to get ready?" Wrestling me to the ground to take me from behind, Jerry quickly whipped my night clothes off. We rocked together till he came. "All too quickly," I pouted, "even if you never make me late for work."On my birthday, Jerry presented me with a harem girl PJs, a flimsy cotton bra and baggy bloomers tight at the waist and mid-calf ballooning out in between. "Hmm," I inspected the present, "Sheer. They should slide off easily enough when your projectile rules your brain."Contrary to his rough grab and tumble style, ritualizing the extraction procedure practiced in the Fertility Clinic dominated our sex play. Jerry played the docile partner when we reenacted my experiences at work.As much as I tried to keep my work life as an Intern at the Fertility Clinic entirely separate from my life at home, my husband Jerry's fascination with my role in assisting the drawing of sperm from virile young men occupied not only what few moments we could spare for our table talk, but also our sex play. Lounging on our couch with Jerry in my harem girl outfit, a loose fitting, billowy PJ bottom and matching cotton bra, Jerry appeared to be more intrigued than concerned. "It's a mechanical process," Jerry recognized, "without an emotional attachment. Kind of like the short-arm inspection in the service."Joining the nursing assistants in what we dubbed 'The Walk of Shame,' strolling nude from the locker where we stowed our street clothes to the employees' showers, Dr. Velour, exchanging pleasantries, smiled as she watched my eyes follow her double double D boobs bouncing with her every stride. "You're married to a male partner. Right? I meant to ask you," Dr. Velour got directly to the point, "how does your partner feel about your role in harvesting semen?""My husband," I paused for emphasis before continuing the response, "Jerry regards it as a process, like drilling for oil." I paused. "The clinic produces a yield and sells its product aloof from any personal commitment beyond professional pride in the product. The physical contact is incidental to the process, entirely impersonal without an emotional dimension."Snuggling with Jerry on the couch, I exclaimed, "Truth," I paused for emphasis, "could never have been better said! How could my work in extracting sperm from a male donor be any different from operating a pump?" I shot Jerry an expression of benign innocence as I plucked his member from his boxers. "All we do is work the handle to draw fluid from the well. A pure question of hydraulics. You're the engineering student. All that is little more than Archimedes Principles at work," I declared.Told of Jerry's description of inducing an emission as an application of the principles of `sexual hydraulics,' Dr. Velour described Jerry's reaction as objective with a bias toward structural analysis that she'd might expect from an engineering student. Pausing to think, Dr. Velour remarked, "It's good you have support at home. Some women might eh—not want to be so open with a partner. Surprisingly—men are different.""Jerry is so fascinated with my work at the Fertility Clinic," I shook my head, "We reenact the procedures to draw sperm. Interaction, says Jerry, might stimulate the donor, but the purpose is impersonal to draw the product, not to administer pleasure.""Hmm, there is," Dr. Velour raised her penciled in eyebrows, "a slender difference between the pleasure of business," She smiled, "and the business of pleasure, one wavering on a subtle question of purpose, intent and motivation."I chuckled. "Motivations, that's my field in Industrial Psychology."On the couch with Jerry cuddling up in a rare precious moment, I nested my breasts into his bare hairy chest. The outline of erect nipples proudly jutted out in the soft cotton fabric of the harem girl top. Whispering provocatively, I tapped Jerry's chest with the tip of my index finger, "two romantically motivated people putting their heads together can have more fun than one guy hitched to a post to jerk off."Then came the moment I dreaded. An aroused and tempted Jerry, brushing past the thin elastic band of my baggy bloomers, seized the flesh of my ass in his hand and kneaded it for a full minute before his hand reached over my hip and plunged down toward my pubes. "Slick!" Jerry's shriek ventured into such a high octave it sounded as if I had yanked his testicles. "When did this happen? If you wanted to go bald down there, why didn't you let me shave you?" Jerry cried.I sighed. "Shaving is so passe," I protested, "To avoid infections, hospitals, these days, use depilatory creams. No nicks, no cuts, no razor burns, thank god!" I exclaimed.At the entrance to the shower, I stood with Dr. Velour. Tilting her head back in a moment of reflection, Dr. Velour placed a firm hand on my bare shoulder. A shot of electricity ran through my body. My breath quickened; my nipples hardened, but I was confused. Velour was a woman.I had classified myself as a heterosexual. That's what it said on my marriage license in the statistical section-a totally private declaration not available to the public or even to `my partner,' but of course was available to the advertisers who loaded down our mailbox.Dr. Velour remarked, "Much of what we do here in the clinic to some outsiders may seem a semantic shuffle. It is unlawful for say a brother and sister to have sex, but a client seeking certain features might request a sister be inseminated by her brother's sperm.""Hmm, perfectly legal?" I inquired."Yes, but what are the ethics," Dr. Velour continued the hypothetical, "of inseminating a woman with sperm from a male with whom she could not legally have sex? From the perspective of your discipline, could you prepare me an opinion of whether we should tell the sister that she's being inseminated by her brother? Are you up to it?""A project of that nature would be difficult, lasting well beyond the few days I have left in school-and in this internship." I was reminded of Jerry's gut-wrenching question. Also, to graduate, I had finals to study for. I daringly raised the issue, "Could this project lead to a permanent job?"With a pleasant smile, Dr. Velour announced, "Perhaps, then I should consider rounding out your experience here at the clinic. I think it's time to advance your nurse-trainees' group to the next level, the female's body. The female body, like the female mind, is far more complex. I'll summon the rest of the group to meet downstairs in the theatre."Inside the shower, Dr. Velour seemed to vanish into the misty droplets that permeated the room before it condensed in dips on the tiled wall. I guessed Dr. Velour was in a hurry to accomplish some tasks before a training session. After rinsing off, I told the clerk, "I need scrubs for Dr. Velour's Nursing Assistant training.""Next level?" To my nod, the Clerk advised with a pleasant smile, "Congratulations, promoted to tend to females." A disarming smile filled her face when she reminded me, "With each little step the next one becomes that much easier.""Now, if that leads to a full-time job after graduation ..." I shook my head."Today," the clerk noted as she handed me a package, "you get the Nursing Assistant's full kit—scrubs, your very own plastic name tag, granny panties, bra and white sneakers.""I suppose I could attach the plastic name tag to the Shower Siren's top-the white bikini top the girl who works the donor's shower sports, but," I smiled, "there's something—a special eh, different appeal—to the nurse's scrubs," I remarked as I accepted the uniform. "Clothing defines the person and their role."On the couch with Jerry, I tried to conceal my delight over Jerry's present of harem girl pajamas. Holding the bottoms in front of me, I tried to assume a clinical tone in my comment, "tight at the waist and ankle, puffing out in between. Thin waist band may have trouble holding the bottoms up."To Jerry's smile, I shook my head. "I guess they're not intended to stay up. But this bra," I pulled the two ends to test it, "Cotton, no elastic, do you think this bra is sturdy enough to bind my wrists."Jerry responded with a devilish grin. Tilting my head, I smiled. "I guess you prefer to whip these PJs off my body to use me like a whore." With an evil smile, I added, "I should be proud to accept this gift as your candid appraisal of eh, my talents, quite a complement.""Clothing does add something," Jerry quipped, "even if I don't figure that you'll need it all night long."Receiving the scrubs from the clerk reporting in after showering at the Fertility Clinic, I reflected, "Scrubs do lend an air of authority." My comment drew a polite half smile and a nod.Fully dressed in fresh scrubs, I walked with an air of confidence as passed by co-workers moving toward the ramp that led to the subsurface level gym, pool and theatre. Trading pleasantries, I enthusiastically declared, "class exercises today, Introduction to Female Anatomy."When I entered the small theatre next to Dr. Velour's office, the other nursing assistant trainees, Cassie, employed by the clinic's gym, muscles bulging under short sleeved scrubs, Pat, the big breasted college girl, participating in an experiment at the Clinic and dark-haired Beth the oldest of the group had previously acted as a surrogate mother. All turned their heads to look when I entered, as if they had been waiting. Waiting for what? I wondered. What was up?On stage, Dr. Velour stood hand resting on a gynecological table. "Amy," Dr. Velour beckoned to me in a pleasant but officious tone, "how good of you to join us." To her left side in a corner of the stage rested a 5 foot by 5 foot white privacy screen. Inviting me on the stage, Dr. Velour announced, "Ladies, our study of anatomy of the female begins. Amy, would you go behind the screen, disrobe and put on a gown for us."I shook my head. "Why did you waste time by having me dress?" I allowed a tone of annoyance of enter my voice. "An anatomical model needs no costume.""The gown is optional, Amy," Dr. Velour, raising her eyebrows, snapped, "at your discretion.""You're going to poke and prod," I replied, "the gown will just be getting in the way."Undressing quickly behind the screen, I dismissed the fear that I was being submissive. Jerry taught me that he got over the rigors of the Marine Corps by responding enthusiastically to outrageous orders and overdoing it. "They're trying to cow you. But, if you show you can't be humiliated, they'll think you're crazy and leave you alone."Emerging from behind the screen, I held my arms out, "tah dah!" The faces of the nurse-trainees fell; Even Dr. Velour looked away. No one laughed. I had humiliated them. "I've exhibited my virtues. What's next?" I demanded.After a deep breath, Dr. Velour recovered from her surprise. "Lesson One is prepping, but first we have an initial evaluation," Dr. Velour pointed to my hair "hair clean, skin clear, breasts symmetric, no obvious discoloration of the nipples. You'll notice Amy has untamed pubic hair, slightly darker than her auburn hair."Ordered to turn around, I felt a tingle when Dr. Velour laid sturdy hands on my bare shoulders and grabbed the flesh around my hips. Tickling me by running a fingernail down my spine, Dr. Velour complimented me, "good posture."Stood on a scale on the right side of the stage, I measured in at 5 foot 2 and weighed 115 pounds. I jumped when Dr. Velour placed the cold steel of the stethoscope against my bare chest wall to listen to my heartbeat. With a playful, slap on my bare tush, she ordered me up on the table. I felt my fanny with great exaggeration like a chastised child.Placing my feet in the stirrups, Dr. Velour invited the other trainees on stage. "To examine the vulva, the female's external genitalia thoroughly, there is only one way: first remove the pubic hair." Leaning over to address me, Dr. Velour asked my permission, "Is that OK with you, Amy?"I had already decided to co-operate. "I'm willing for the cause of-science, but what do I tell my guy?" I asked in an exaggerated plaintive voice.Momentarily stunned, Dr. Velour hesitated. After a delay, she spoke, "You may tell your guy. `I was lucky," Dr. Velour took a breath, "`I wasn't shaved. My curly mess was trimmed by an experienced person, not a trainee and the hair was vaporized by a gentle cream."Turning to her audience, Dr. Velour discoursed, "In the course of human evolution, hairless bodies with smooth, clear skin signaled good health. Even though women are naturally less hirsute, sexual selection, ie attraction of a mate, may be the female's hidden agenda in her preference for bare pubes. Motivations and preferences are your field, Amy." Dr. Velour threw the question back to me, "Do you have any thoughts?""As far as male donors," I replied, "and female surrogates, the clinic insists that all females participating in our programs as well as male donors be shorn-With the male a clean pubic region assures that the iron jock strap fit snuggly. Also, it makes visual examination of the reproductive organs easier-for signs of infection or injuries.""In the outside world," Dr. Velour lectured, "some women and men remove body hair for aesthetic purposes; others for hygienic purposes; still many others as a matter of arbitrary choice. Soon, each of you will begin depilating the body hair of a patient. However, first you must watch it done. Amy, with your permission, I'm going to depilate your pubic hair." When I deliberately hesitated, Dr. Velour prodded me, "Are you ready?""I hear short skirts are coming back," I replied enthusiastically, "this is free grooming.""First, we comb the pubes for lose hair from the external genitalia, the perineum under the vaginal orifice and the perianal skin around the anus. Pat," Dr. Velour calling the college girl forward, "You're in the milk induction study and regularly are groomed here. Could you show Amy how it's done?" When Pat snatched the fine-toothed comb, Dr. Velour, grasping Pat's hand to guide Pat through the tangled web over my pubic mound, pleasantly reminded her, "gently."Summoned to the stage, Cassie was handed a damp rag and told to clean my pubic region. "This will remove whatever loose hairs and dirt the comb did not pick up." Beth was invited to scissor clip my bush. Beth pleasantly chattered away before she left me with stubble. "Good bedside manner," Dr. Velour complimented Beth, "Now I'll take over and apply the cream."Taking a small jar of cream, "nothing works better than my own special concoction," Dr. Velour assured me. "I'm going to rub the depilatory cream into the inguinal crease, the boundary, often hairy, between the thigh and the pelvis." The sensation was pleasant when she worked the cream into the crease massaging the outer edge of my vaginal lips in the process.When I reacted to her circular motions rubbing the cream in an arc across my mound, by attempting to rear up my butt, struggling against the stirrups, she, in comforting almost hypnotic tones whispered, "Close your eyes. Relax. Breathe easily. Think of yourself somewhere else with your guy, except he's doing it your way."Her voice-or was it some property in the cream-sent me into an altered state. I chose not to fight it. I was vaguely aware that Dr. Velour was addressing the ladies, "While we wait for the depilatory cream did as instructed, we can continue to study the vulva, older texts may call the area between the legs the pudendum. In the center is the vestibule of the vaginal orifice. Superior to the vaginal vestibule is the urinary orifice and the clitoris, the analogue to the male penis, and the seat of much-eh, eh --," she giggled, "mischief."I'm pretty sure she smiled as a gloved finger prodded the clitoris. "Distal to the vaginal," Dr. Velour expounded, "vestibule are the vaginal lips or labia, the fleshy folds that surround the opening the vagina. Hair can grow in the pudendal cleft the crease or crevice between the ridges of the major and minor labia. Let me work some cream there."My heart was palpitating as she worked the crease between the vaginal lips. "The inner lips," Dr. Velour taught, "the labia minora link up superior to the clitoris at the frenulum or prepuce and inferior to the clitoris at the glans clitoris or clitoral hood."I was there, listening to the lecture, but no longer cared anymore. I was hoovering on the edge of an orgasm when Dr. Velour's nimble fingers outlines the folds around the clitoral hood. "Inferior to the vaginal vestibule are the perineum and the anal cavity," Dr. Velour addressed the trainees, "still covered in the depilatory cream."

This episode, Keeper Dave & Bridgett are excited to kick off a new series of episodes that provide you, dear listener, with a curriculum to enhance and grow your gameplay!  These curriculum - curricula? - will be a set of episodes organized like classes that are focused on improving one set of your gaming perspective and skills.  That's right - and so we're starting with our first Curriculum series now! Starting tonight we debut our first Curriculum– Welcome to Cthulhu University - From Neophyte to Elder God (and everything in-between) Over the next 6 episodes, we will review the coursework for Call of Cthulhu, taking us from an introductory start, basically Call of Cthulhu for Dummies, all the way through career level professionalism. This series is targeted for both beginners and veterans alike. We'll approach Call of Cthulhu from a fresh perspective with rejuvenating and inspiring ideas to elevate your CoC storytelling! Bridgett's Pet Pick Shout Out I'd like to shout out Miss Miskatonic's cat Jack, and this absurd sleeping position. Upside down, inside out, twisted, folded, and knocked out. I'm impressed. The Discord Plug We have our MUP Discord and we are all there! We invite all of our listeners to come and enjoy the community of horror gaming and cute pet pics. Link in the show notes: MU Discord server invite link: https://discord.gg/vNjEv9D  Thank you to our editor Dave for editing this episode. Thanks, Dave! Patreon Plug & Update We have a Patreon! To back us you can click the button on the sidebar of our website, mu-podcast.com or head over to Patreon directly at www.patreon.com/mup! Main Topic --  As we discussed, tonight we kick off Lesson One of our New MUP Curriculum Cthulhu University, where we will cover all the various aspects of writing, running, publishing, performing, and generally vibing with Call of Cthulhu.  Over the next six episodes we will give you all the tools you need to become a Call of Cthulhu champion, but tonight we start with a simple introduction: Welcome to Call of Cthulhu. Part 1 - What is Call of Cthulhu?

This episode, Keeper Dave & Bridgett are excited to kick off a new series of episodes that provide you, dear listener, with a curriculum to enhance and grow your gameplay!  These curriculum - curricula? - will be a set of episodes organized like classes that are focused on improving one set of your gaming perspective and skills.  That's right - and so we're starting with our first Curriculum series now! Starting tonight we debut our first Curriculum– Welcome to Cthulhu University - From Neophyte to Elder God (and everything in-between) Over the next 6 episodes, we will review the coursework for Call of Cthulhu, taking us from an introductory start, basically Call of Cthulhu for Dummies, all the way through career level professionalism. This series is targeted for both beginners and veterans alike. We'll approach Call of Cthulhu from a fresh perspective with rejuvenating and inspiring ideas to elevate your CoC storytelling! Bridgett's Pet Pick Shout Out I'd like to shout out Miss Miskatonic's cat Jack, and this absurd sleeping position. Upside down, inside out, twisted, folded, and knocked out. I'm impressed. The Discord Plug We have our MUP Discord and we are all there! We invite all of our listeners to come and enjoy the community of horror gaming and cute pet pics. Link in the show notes: MU Discord server invite link: https://discord.gg/vNjEv9D  Thank you to our editor Dave for editing this episode. Thanks, Dave! Patreon Plug & Update We have a Patreon! To back us you can click the button on the sidebar of our website, mu-podcast.com or head over to Patreon directly at www.patreon.com/mup! Main Topic --  As we discussed, tonight we kick off Lesson One of our New MUP Curriculum Cthulhu University, where we will cover all the various aspects of writing, running, publishing, performing, and generally vibing with Call of Cthulhu.  Over the next six episodes we will give you all the tools you need to become a Call of Cthulhu champion, but tonight we start with a simple introduction: Welcome to Call of Cthulhu. Part 1 - What is Call of Cthulhu?

Silence is a basic necessity. I'm an early riser and as I make coffee and take my meds, my dreams evaporate and my waking mind is open to inspiration and sometimes finds it — I suddenly know what's next in my novel, I think of a letter I need to write to someone, and I don't want an Oscar Mayer wiener to butt in. The thought of wanting to be one, of wanting to be eaten, a jingle about cannibalism. I've been off Oscar Mayer for decades, I eat a Nathan's now and then but what I crave is the Kramarczuk's bratwurst from the Kramarczuk's Sausage Company on East Hennepin Avenue in Minneapolis. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit garrisonkeillor.substack.com/subscribe

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Liz and Sarah discuss what they learned by reading the full first draft of their novel. Lesson One? Don't waste time trying to make it perfect! Then friend of the pod Brook Sitgraves Turner joins Liz and Sarah to talk about her latest project — the amazing documentary, Brief Tender Light, directed by Arthur Musah. Next they introduce a new monthly segment for 2024 — The Happiness Project: Revisited. This month Sarah shares her 24 for 24 list. This week's Hollywood Hack will help you smell good: Morton Essentials Pink Grapefruit Natural Deodorant Cream. Finally, Sarah recommends following @clarabelletoks on Threads. Get in touch on Instagram: @Sfain & @LizCraft Get in touch on Threads: @Sfain & @LizCraft Visit our website: https://happierinhollywood.com Join our Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/HappierinHollywood/ Happier in Hollywood is part of ‘The Onward Project,' a family of podcasts brought together by Gretchen Rubin—all about how to make your life better. Check out the other Onward Project podcasts—Happier with Gretchen Rubin, and Side Hustle School . If you liked this episode, please subscribe, leave a review, and tell your friends! LINKS: Brief Tender Light: https://www.pbs.org/video/brief-tender-light-pv6typ/#:~:text=A%20Ghanaian%20MIT%20alum%20follows,Rwanda%2C%20Tanzania%2C%20and%20Zimbabwe. Brook Sitgraves Turner: Brook Sitgraves Turner | Writer, Additional Crew, Producerimdb.com The Happiness Project: Revisted The Happiness Projectthe-happiness-project.com Morton Essentials Pink Grapefruit Deodorant Cream: Pink Grapefruit Aluminum-Free Deodorant Creammortonessentials.com @clarabelletoks on Threads Clare (@clarabelletoks) on Threadsthreads.net Photo by Nav Rashmi Kalsi on Unsplash To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices