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okay- we are back with a Drunk History style episode, this time brought to you by night time cold and flu medicine. I do actually believe getting to yap about victorian ladies and the history of the modern house plant industry DID heal me, so in some ways this episode might be medicinal... either way, if you like unhinged recaps of history, ferns, and victorian madness, you'll dig what we have going on here. Sources are quoted, but the bulk of this episode is from by brain to your ears.

Exhibitionist coed teen goes wild on summer vacation.Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Astrid knew it was time to act as old as she looked; she was ready to turn from adolescent dreamer to debutante temptress. Sure she had fooled around with a handful of boys from college but they were all fingers and thumbs -- she wanted a man with more experience now that she was eighteen-going-on-twenty-eight! Tinder was feeling like a waste of time and she wanted to fish in a new pool.So the holiday on a Greek island felt like the opportunity she had been waiting for. She could already imagine lying half-naked by the pool showing off to all the men; wild evenings in a hot tavern or nightclub being pursued by hot guys, perhaps a lost afternoon in an olive grove or a night on the beach with a mysterious new lover... She would send messages and photos back to her best friend Amanda, who was even more naughty than Astrid, always teasing and daring her to do more.She had finished packing, remembering to bring condoms, lubricating jelly and her sexiest panties! She imagined that her mother had no idea. She thinks I'm innocent! Not for long! She had even started to behave badly at the airport. While waiting in the departure lounge, sitting with her phone for company while her parents were busy reading, she saw that a well-dressed businessman had noticed her. Not surprising, she thought vainly -- she knew she was pretty. She was wearing her freshly washed brunette hair loose, a touch of rose-pink lipstick, and a bright summer dress which clung rather to her slim figure, showing the shape of her pert young breasts (covered only by a very flimsy cotton bra) and revealing most of her legs as she sat.The man sat opposite her and pretended to look at his phone, but she saw his eyes repeatedly looking up to glimpse the young woman opposite. Once she smiled and he grinned back, knowing he had been busted, and not apparently caring, as he continued staring with a lascivious look. Better give him something to enjoy then, she thought. She subtly glimpsed to her side to make sure her parents were still engrossed in their reading, then looked across at the man. Reached one hand down to the hem of her dress, lifted it a fraction to reveal her knees and part of her thighs, then slowly crossed one leg over the other, aware that by doing so she would surely show quite a lot of leg and perhaps a glimpse of the white underwear below, up between her athletic long legs. It worked: she saw his eyes widen with a mixture of disbelief and delight, his mouth opening slightly in pleasant surprise. He retained his composure, but she could see the effect she had, and it gave her a thrill. She smiled at the businessman, a cheeky sultry smile, she imagined.Moments later he stood up and walked away; she watched him head to the loos and imagined he would go into a cubicle and jerk himself off while thinking of her, driving him crazy with a flash of her knickers! She believed she could have any man she wanted if she led them on in the right way. And there would surely be more at the resort.When they arrived at the hotel Astrid was pleased that her single room was not next to her parents', just along the same corridor. And it had a view over the hotel pool, two floors below. She had gone straight to the small private balcony and looked down at the crowds below, eager to join the sunbathing and whatever else was going to happen. The balcony was separated from the one next door only by a low railing; she wondered who would be in the next room. They had agreed to unpack, change, then meet to go down to the pool, so she quickly emptied her suitcase onto the bed and selected a white bikini with dark blue edging around the top and briefs, which tied at the sides.But before putting it on she felt she had to check herself out in the mirror: even though she was young, slim and athletic, she still felt self-conscious and pale. Time to get a tan and feel warm sun on her body! She pulled off the dress, lifted the bra over her head and pulled down her panties. Then faced the mirror, naked. Like most of her friends she kept herself clean-shaven below and she now admired her small pert breasts and bare cunny, already wondering how soon she might let a man see her like this. She suppressed a brief feeling of nervous youth and told herself she was a hot young woman, fit enough to be confident and bold. She struck a pose, one hand on her waist, the other playing with her hair. She practiced her sultry stare and mouth-slightly-open pout, holding her body straight and proud. Fuck, if I was a bloke I'd fancy me! She thought.She remembered her first sexual feelings -- experienced not with a boy but with her closest friend at boarding school, Amanda. They had egged each other on during term-time nights in the dorm and at sleepovers, every time becoming more daring. They did not feel ready to let a boy touch them but they wanted to know how it felt, so they had gone a little further each time, from hugs and tickling to light fondling and eventually their first kiss, a soft tender memory of the smooth touch of an adolescent girl and the thrill they both got from it. It wasn't long before they were caressing nipples and stroking each other's pussies, learning about each other and themselves, yearning for more. And soon they had discovered how to let boys give them the same thrills, and enjoyed teasing them on snapchat and webcams. But now it was time to find a more mature man to tease and use...Astrid put on her bikini, checked herself out once more in the mirror, quickly took a selfie to send to Amanda later, then grabbed her beach towel and phone and set off to see what fun she could find at this large resort -- surely there would be opportunities here. The pool was surrounded by sun loungers and chairs, mostly taken, but it was late afternoon and some people were starting to leave, so they quickly found places. As they took their loungers she noticed a couple next to them, the pale woman lying face-down, sunbathing, the well-tanned man reading a book -- or pretending to, for surely he had noticed the lithe young beauty arrive nearby. She looked over as discreetly as she could and was sure she saw his eyes drifting toward her. He had dark hair and was wearing bright swimming trunks. As she looked she thought she saw him smile -- a flash of white teeth. She felt slightly nervous, but pleased by the attention.As she turned to adjust the lounger so that she would be able to sit upright she imagined he would be staring at her backside, her firm buttocks barely covered by the thin material. She felt a warm thrill deep inside, the stirring of the desire to be admired, the power of attracting a man to her. So she took her time, bending over and fiddling with the chair to show off her long legs and athletic buttock muscles. Even if he wasn't ogling her, she liked the feeling of parading her wares at the poolside: someone would see her, surely.And as she finally lay down, glancing briefly towards him and grinning, she quickly rubbed her hands over her bikini top, as if to adjust it, but really to draw attention to her small but shapely chest, and enjoying the sensation of fingertips on her nipples. She had pulled the briefs very tight and knew they were showing her cunny lips and slit.For a moment she looked the other way, then suddenly turned her eyes back at him. He was staring directly at her. Busted! She grinned coquettishly, then lay back on the lounger, pretending to sunbathe. She tried to arch her back slightly to make her pubis show more, imagining he could see the little mound and camel-toe, covered only by the flimsy briefs. She felt a stronger urge now, a stirring in her loins, blood rushing to her cunny, her muscles inside starting to react. And she knew she was getting wet down there. She spread her legs slightly and opened her eyes. Yes he was still glancing over, she was sure.She felt an ache now, knowing she was getting wet, resisting the urge to touch herself, to stroke her cunny through the soft material. Instead she moved a hand down to her thigh and discreetly stroked herself there, as if to point to her core, to give him a message that her body would be ready if they had half a chance! She glanced down at herself and noticed a wet patch appearing between her cunny lips, seeping through the bikini. Oops, time to go in the pool! And anyway by now she was hot from the sun.When she stood and walked to the water's edge she did her best model-style walk, holding herself straight and tall, her long legs keeping a tight straight line, her slim hips moving slightly. And as she passed the man she gave a quick look directly at him, smiled, and stuck just the tip of her tongue from the corner of her mouth, as if to lick her lips. Then she made a show of climbing down the ladder into the pool, with one last glimpse as her head went below the edge of the pool. Yes he was watching. And he was getting up from his lounger! Coming to the pool too. She felt a moment's nervousness and ducked under the cool water. But as her head came up for air, her confidence was restored. She still felt brazen. Her cunny was still hot and wet and her nipples were hard.She swam to the edge of the infinity pool and leaned back against the side, her arms behind her head, leaving her body to float freely. He was swimming closer! He started to swim by, but stopped in the middle of the water, facing her, only a couple of strokes away. She saw him stare at her, more blatantly now, admiring her face and breasts, no doubt. She smiled and arched her body up to show it off, bringing her legs up to the surface to float in front of him. He watched as her legs spread, then he dived, disappearing down in front of her. She let her legs fall down into the water. She could see his body below the surface, his head edging closer to her legs. Surely he was watching her down there!Then he came to the surface and gave an enquiring look, raising his eyebrows as if to ask was there anything to see? And she loved the attention. How easy it had been to attract someone and how good it felt to be free to offer herself to him, should she choose to. She felt more horny than before, and more daring. She imagined telling Amanda and how lame it might sound if all she did was splash around in front of him. And so she decided to be more bold.Next time he ducked under the water and she could see his dark hair as his head approached her body, she reached down under the water, placed one hand directly on her bikini briefs, right in the center and rubbed herself upwards, her middle finger tracing through the now transparent material the outline of her widening slit. Then she turned round and reached her fingertips quickly to the edge of the panties and pulled them down, exposing her pert white buttocks to the man whose face was now so close.He came up for air, swam quickly by her, just close enough to whisper: 'Very nice. Show me more'. He swam back a little away from her and grinned as she turned to face him. She made sure no one was watching then licked her lips and indicated with one finger that he should dive below in front of her and look again. She saw his shape in the water below, closer and closer. And then when she could see he was really close in front of her she pulled the briefs down to her knees and let him admire her naked young cunny and wide thigh gap, distinct against the pool tiles behind. She was turned on by showing him and wondered where this would lead.He resurfaced, swam close again and whispered, 'Meet me at the beach hut at midnight.' Then he swam away and returned to his poolside seat.Astrid pulled her bikini briefs up again, briefly slipping a finger inside her cunny, delighted at how wet she was. Then she swam back to the edge of the pool and returned to the lounger and lay face down to relish in her daydreams what had just happened. Dare she go to meet this man on the beach at night?Wild young exhibitionist continues her vacation.Astrid was still turned on by the thrill of flashing herself at the airport, then exposing her nudity to the horny man at the hotel pool and seducing the guy in the next room. This was going to be a wild vacation!Back in her room later she took a long warm shower, soaping herself all over, relishing the feeling of her warm soft fingers as they gently rubbed between the legs, imagining for a moment they belonged to the mature guy from the pool -- or anyone. Soon she would let someone take her, that she had decided. Her hard little body was aching to be taken and she knew she would start showing it off again at any opportunity.She dried herself with the soft towel then put on a skimpy white sun-dress and lay on her bed, wondering whether she would dare go out to the beach at midnight to meet the man from the pool, whether she could wait until then, or better to 'help herself' now. She lay for a while, playing with her hair and caressing herself. She wished her best friend Amanda had come with her. But no, she would find plenty to turn her on without her sex-mad buddy. She had an hour before she was supposed to join her parents at the poolside bar for the rest of the evening. Just time for a quick bit of self-service, she thought.At the center of the ceiling above her bed was a light fitting; she imagined it had a hidden camera and that all the security guys were watching her. Time to put on a show! She stretched out her legs, keeping them closed together. Her skimpy dress had ridden up to her bikini line so her naked cunny was completely exposed. She looked up and grinned, imagined them watching, looking down at the slim young body, the beautiful shaven slit between the smooth cunny lips. She rubbed her small breasts through the scant material, making her nipples go hard. Then she unhooked the thin straps from her shoulders, pulling it down to bare her breasts. She caressed them lovingly, eyes closed, fingertips pressing the nipples until they were pointing up.Now she could feel the wetness below. Time to put those fingers to better use! She licked the fingers of her right hand and slowly edged it down between her legs. Stretching out the middle finger she placed the hand onto her mound. Almost immediately the cunny lips spread and she opened her legs a little. One finger slipped inside, just for an instant into her wetness, then she traced it upwards to her swelling clit. Lightly she fingered herself: slow, expert, flicking gently side to side, feeling juices surging inside her. She moaned as the pressure grew, the first wave deep inside, swelling with the flow of blood to her core. Again she imagined all the guys watching, wanting to turn them on.Then she pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the juices oozing out, using her thumb to rub her clit again -- hard, soft, fast, slow -- until she could not hold back any more, and with a louder moan and arching her back she let herself go and felt the orgasmic wave run through her. With one last thrust and flick the fingers brought her to a hard climax and she squirted her warm honey juices out all over the sheets. She sighed, pulled off the dress and lay back, naked. She looked up at the light fitting, grinned, then lay her arms at her sides, as if in surrender, her young body fully offered up, its proud young cunny oozing juices and wanting more. She wished all the guys watching could come and join her now, to fill her and cover her with cum.She heard a noise at the window. Looking over, she saw a young man's face at the glass. Must be the guy from the next room, having climbed over the balcony railing. Had he been watching? She saw him grin and knew he had seen that she had caught him out watching her, but he didn't retreat and she didn't move. Instead she sat up and quickly pulled the sheet up to cover her lower body, then lifted her arm to beckon him in. He looked unsure, but she indicated with one finger for him to come in. So he slid open the balcony door and walked in. He was older than her, she guessed, but not much -- a student perhaps. Still, she wanted to see what fun she could have with him, even if she sent him away with nothing more than a cheap thrill.He was bare-chested, wearing tight shorts and apparently nothing else -- she could see the bulge of his young cock. Temporarily sated, she didn't want that inside her now, but she wanted to see it anyway. She picked up her phone and readied it to take a photo. 'If you want me, show me what you've got.' He grinned. She knew that could have backfired: she could have scared him off; but it seemed to turn him on. She pointed the phone and nodded her head. He stepped closer and reached down to the waistband. She started taking a rapid series of pictures as he began to pull down his shorts, imagining giving Amanda the series later, perhaps -- proof that she already snared a guy on the first day. As he pulled down the pants she saw the tip of his cock appear, then more, then more -- he was fully shaven around the area, as most young guys seemed to be. Suddenly the whole cock sprang free and fell out forwards, as if pointing at her. It wasn't very long but she knew she could make it bigger. She had decided what to do with it and reached out to pull him down on the bed. She took another photo, then a few more with her hand around it, her fingers stroking it, fingertips stroking the pre-cum from the hole then licking her finger.'Take some pics of me,' Astrid commanded. He clumsily took the phone, then pointed it at her face. But she had moved. She leaned down over him and placed her face just above his groin. She looked up and grinned, seeing him touch the phone screen to take some more. Amanda had said she wanted 'proof': this would be it. She licked the tip of the fast-hardening cock, briefly taking its tip inside her lips. But she felt it quiver immediately. Oh no you don't, she thought, you're not splurging in my mouth that quickly! She moved away and told him to put the phone down and lie flat.As he lay, he reached over to her breasts, gently stroking them. Next she positioned herself next to his supine body and played with his cock as it gently throbbed. She reached down to her wet cunny, wiped her hand inside until it was soaked with her juices, then wrapped it around the stem of the hardness and began lubricating it. She knew it wouldn't take much to make him come, but she had had enough of him for now, so she stroked him up and down, harder and faster, then slowly caressing the smooth tip with her fingertips, feeling the thing going out of control. Just a few more strokes, she sensed. He moaned and she increased the pace, squeezing and rubbing up and down, sensing him tremble until -- yes! -- she did it: the firm young cock twitched and throbbed once more and the first spurt of white juice shot out; then another, higher. She pulled again. More cum squirted out, up into the air, spattering a few drops onto her face and chest, but mostly falling down over her fingers as she squeezed the last drops out.She stood up, picked up his shorts from the floor. 'Right, now get out. I might invite you back if you're lucky!' He stood and took the shorts. 'Go on,' she continued as he hurriedly dressed. 'But keep an eye on that balcony -- if I leave a pair of red panties out there that means you can come in again.' He nodded and sheepishly slid out onto the balcony and back to his room. She grinned, then went to find her phone and send some messages and photos to Amanda. Her friend was amused and impressed but demanded more. 'I want more proof! u need to proper fuck someone. Wanna see cum dripping from your honey cunny!' Astrid's reply was 'omg u serious?!' But the truth was it only excited her more and she was determined to live up to the challenge. She wondered if the older guy would really be on the beach waiting for her at midnight. That could be a good session to take snaps of -- proof that she could seduce an older guy too.Finally it was time to go down to the bar for the evening -- and time to find another guy to expose herself to, surely.Astrid knew, even without much of a tan, that wearing a short white off-the-shoulder top would draw attention, and just to make sure she paired it with a short white skirt. Her hair was loose and she wore heels. And sure enough as she walked through the bar, a couple of steps behind her parents, she noticed a few men's heads turn. The tall slim young woman in a skimpy white top and short skirt dancing around her upper thighs could not fail to attract admirers, especially as she was wearing only a tiny thong underneath, keen to tease and show off her taut young buttocks and pert breasts.She caught one handsome middle aged man following her with his eyes while his wife was busy looking at her phone. Astrid gave the man a subtle grin as she passed, loving the attention and excited to do more. She just knew he was checking her out from behind, and that it wouldn't take much to imagine her nude. She felt a tingle inside as she began to anticipate flirting and exhibiting herself again. She relished the idea of using her sexy young body to drive men wild. She felt like she wanted to tease every guy in the room until they were all desperate to fuck her.The seat she chose at the side of the bar was next to her parents but separate, so that as they spoke to each other she was free to work the room from her chair, which was almost opposite the man who had been checking her out. She knew he was watching as she sipped her tequila sunrise so she made a show of licking her lips and sucking the straw. She smiled as she caught him staring, loving the thrill and sense of power making her bolder. Next she slowly began to spread her legs, certain he could see in between her thighs, up her little skirt to her crotch, where the white triangle of her panties must surely be visible. She felt herself getting wetter, horny, impatient. Next she stood up, made sure he was watching then turned round so that he could see her from behind. She made a show of leaning over as if to pick up something from the chair seat, knowing her short skirt must give a great view of her pert buttocks and the thin white strip of the thong, perhaps even the little bulge of her cunny lips, tightly wrapped by the soft material.She went to the ladies, passing by his chair and licking her lips again as she went by. She was now quite wet and felt an urge to relieve herself. In the cubicle she pulled down her skirt and pulled off the underwear then set about fingering herself, rubbing her swelling clit and stroking her cunny until she felt the first wave of orgasm pulsing through her. She rubbed harder, using her fingertips to stimulate herself to the point of no return, arching her back and moaning gently as she came, bursts of juices squirting out through her fingers and down her legs. When she was done she pulled her skirt back up and scrunched the soaking panties into her hand.As she walked back through the bar she saw he was still there and the seat next to him was empty - his wife must have gone to the loo or the bar or to their room. So she walked slowly past his seat, glanced around to make sure no one was looking, then dropped her wet thong into his lap, grinning wickedly at him.Once she sat down again and saw him look over and smile, she spread her legs again to show him her naked hairless cunny, grinning as his eyes widened. He stood up and her heart missed a beat - was he going to come over? But he just discreetly beckoned her with a finger and walked out of the bar, as if to go for a smoke outside. She made an excuse to her parents and left the room too.She found him on the path down to the pool where there was a dark recess where the hotel stored some of the poolside furniture at night. He moved into the shadows and signaled her to follow. She quickly joined him there and walked up close. He was about to speak but she put a finger in his lips and whispered 'Just take me. Now!'They kissed hard and his hands were all over her, grasping her buttocks and fondling her small breasts through the thin material. She reached down and undid his belt and zip then reached inside his trousers and took his hard cock in her fingers. He slid his hands under her tiny skirt and caressed her cunny lips, slipping his fingertips into the wetness.Suddenly he turned her round and placed her against the wall. She spread her legs and felt juices seeping out as she braced herself. She didn't want to know him and was pleased he just wanted to fuck her there. Moments later she felt the tip of his cock enter her. It was smooth and firm and easily opened her up. By now she was aching to feel it inside and he was losing control, wanting only to take this fine young body for his pleasure. And then he just thrust deep inside, making her gasp and shudder, moving his hardness in deeper and harder, throbbing and thrusting into her wet cunny. She felt a shiver and thrill as another orgasm came and her warm juices flowed over the long hard member up inside her. And then she felt it throb uncontrollably and heard him moan as he pushed right up inside and spurted his load into her, thrusting several times as he emptied himself inside her.Astrid loved the thrill of being taken at last, especially in this furtive anonymous way. The man gave her a kiss and thanked her, but quickly left her to go back to his seat in the bar. She had to go back to the restroom to wash herself out, so that she wouldn't be walking back into the bar with cum and juices pouring down her legs!Back in the bar, she saw him again and they gave each other secretive grins as she started thinking about the next seduction or exposure -- it seemed that every sexual moment only made her appetite grow more. And then she saw the older guy from the pool -- the first one she had exposed her naked cunny and breasts too -- pleased that he had reappeared and might really be around later for the secret rendezvous on the beach. She blew him a kiss and he motioned to his wristwatch and gave her a discreet thumbs-up.Astrid knew this would be a hell of a night, giving herself to two men (at least!) and planning to send photos of herself to her friend to prove her exhibitionist credentials. What a pleasure it was to be a sexy young woman with a fine body and the power to seduce men apparently at will. The thought made her wet again and she was becoming impatient for the midnight beach encounter.To be continued in part 2, by jonnicat for Literotica. 

Exhibitionist coed teen goes wild on summer vacation.Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Astrid knew it was time to act as old as she looked; she was ready to turn from adolescent dreamer to debutante temptress. Sure she had fooled around with a handful of boys from college but they were all fingers and thumbs -- she wanted a man with more experience now that she was eighteen-going-on-twenty-eight! Tinder was feeling like a waste of time and she wanted to fish in a new pool.So the holiday on a Greek island felt like the opportunity she had been waiting for. She could already imagine lying half-naked by the pool showing off to all the men; wild evenings in a hot tavern or nightclub being pursued by hot guys, perhaps a lost afternoon in an olive grove or a night on the beach with a mysterious new lover... She would send messages and photos back to her best friend Amanda, who was even more naughty than Astrid, always teasing and daring her to do more.She had finished packing, remembering to bring condoms, lubricating jelly and her sexiest panties! She imagined that her mother had no idea. She thinks I'm innocent! Not for long! She had even started to behave badly at the airport. While waiting in the departure lounge, sitting with her phone for company while her parents were busy reading, she saw that a well-dressed businessman had noticed her. Not surprising, she thought vainly -- she knew she was pretty. She was wearing her freshly washed brunette hair loose, a touch of rose-pink lipstick, and a bright summer dress which clung rather to her slim figure, showing the shape of her pert young breasts (covered only by a very flimsy cotton bra) and revealing most of her legs as she sat.The man sat opposite her and pretended to look at his phone, but she saw his eyes repeatedly looking up to glimpse the young woman opposite. Once she smiled and he grinned back, knowing he had been busted, and not apparently caring, as he continued staring with a lascivious look. Better give him something to enjoy then, she thought. She subtly glimpsed to her side to make sure her parents were still engrossed in their reading, then looked across at the man. Reached one hand down to the hem of her dress, lifted it a fraction to reveal her knees and part of her thighs, then slowly crossed one leg over the other, aware that by doing so she would surely show quite a lot of leg and perhaps a glimpse of the white underwear below, up between her athletic long legs. It worked: she saw his eyes widen with a mixture of disbelief and delight, his mouth opening slightly in pleasant surprise. He retained his composure, but she could see the effect she had, and it gave her a thrill. She smiled at the businessman, a cheeky sultry smile, she imagined.Moments later he stood up and walked away; she watched him head to the loos and imagined he would go into a cubicle and jerk himself off while thinking of her, driving him crazy with a flash of her knickers! She believed she could have any man she wanted if she led them on in the right way. And there would surely be more at the resort.When they arrived at the hotel Astrid was pleased that her single room was not next to her parents', just along the same corridor. And it had a view over the hotel pool, two floors below. She had gone straight to the small private balcony and looked down at the crowds below, eager to join the sunbathing and whatever else was going to happen. The balcony was separated from the one next door only by a low railing; she wondered who would be in the next room. They had agreed to unpack, change, then meet to go down to the pool, so she quickly emptied her suitcase onto the bed and selected a white bikini with dark blue edging around the top and briefs, which tied at the sides.But before putting it on she felt she had to check herself out in the mirror: even though she was young, slim and athletic, she still felt self-conscious and pale. Time to get a tan and feel warm sun on her body! She pulled off the dress, lifted the bra over her head and pulled down her panties. Then faced the mirror, naked. Like most of her friends she kept herself clean-shaven below and she now admired her small pert breasts and bare cunny, already wondering how soon she might let a man see her like this. She suppressed a brief feeling of nervous youth and told herself she was a hot young woman, fit enough to be confident and bold. She struck a pose, one hand on her waist, the other playing with her hair. She practiced her sultry stare and mouth-slightly-open pout, holding her body straight and proud. Fuck, if I was a bloke I'd fancy me! She thought.She remembered her first sexual feelings -- experienced not with a boy but with her closest friend at boarding school, Amanda. They had egged each other on during term-time nights in the dorm and at sleepovers, every time becoming more daring. They did not feel ready to let a boy touch them but they wanted to know how it felt, so they had gone a little further each time, from hugs and tickling to light fondling and eventually their first kiss, a soft tender memory of the smooth touch of an adolescent girl and the thrill they both got from it. It wasn't long before they were caressing nipples and stroking each other's pussies, learning about each other and themselves, yearning for more. And soon they had discovered how to let boys give them the same thrills, and enjoyed teasing them on snapchat and webcams. But now it was time to find a more mature man to tease and use...Astrid put on her bikini, checked herself out once more in the mirror, quickly took a selfie to send to Amanda later, then grabbed her beach towel and phone and set off to see what fun she could find at this large resort -- surely there would be opportunities here. The pool was surrounded by sun loungers and chairs, mostly taken, but it was late afternoon and some people were starting to leave, so they quickly found places. As they took their loungers she noticed a couple next to them, the pale woman lying face-down, sunbathing, the well-tanned man reading a book -- or pretending to, for surely he had noticed the lithe young beauty arrive nearby. She looked over as discreetly as she could and was sure she saw his eyes drifting toward her. He had dark hair and was wearing bright swimming trunks. As she looked she thought she saw him smile -- a flash of white teeth. She felt slightly nervous, but pleased by the attention.As she turned to adjust the lounger so that she would be able to sit upright she imagined he would be staring at her backside, her firm buttocks barely covered by the thin material. She felt a warm thrill deep inside, the stirring of the desire to be admired, the power of attracting a man to her. So she took her time, bending over and fiddling with the chair to show off her long legs and athletic buttock muscles. Even if he wasn't ogling her, she liked the feeling of parading her wares at the poolside: someone would see her, surely.And as she finally lay down, glancing briefly towards him and grinning, she quickly rubbed her hands over her bikini top, as if to adjust it, but really to draw attention to her small but shapely chest, and enjoying the sensation of fingertips on her nipples. She had pulled the briefs very tight and knew they were showing her cunny lips and slit.For a moment she looked the other way, then suddenly turned her eyes back at him. He was staring directly at her. Busted! She grinned coquettishly, then lay back on the lounger, pretending to sunbathe. She tried to arch her back slightly to make her pubis show more, imagining he could see the little mound and camel-toe, covered only by the flimsy briefs. She felt a stronger urge now, a stirring in her loins, blood rushing to her cunny, her muscles inside starting to react. And she knew she was getting wet down there. She spread her legs slightly and opened her eyes. Yes he was still glancing over, she was sure.She felt an ache now, knowing she was getting wet, resisting the urge to touch herself, to stroke her cunny through the soft material. Instead she moved a hand down to her thigh and discreetly stroked herself there, as if to point to her core, to give him a message that her body would be ready if they had half a chance! She glanced down at herself and noticed a wet patch appearing between her cunny lips, seeping through the bikini. Oops, time to go in the pool! And anyway by now she was hot from the sun.When she stood and walked to the water's edge she did her best model-style walk, holding herself straight and tall, her long legs keeping a tight straight line, her slim hips moving slightly. And as she passed the man she gave a quick look directly at him, smiled, and stuck just the tip of her tongue from the corner of her mouth, as if to lick her lips. Then she made a show of climbing down the ladder into the pool, with one last glimpse as her head went below the edge of the pool. Yes he was watching. And he was getting up from his lounger! Coming to the pool too. She felt a moment's nervousness and ducked under the cool water. But as her head came up for air, her confidence was restored. She still felt brazen. Her cunny was still hot and wet and her nipples were hard.She swam to the edge of the infinity pool and leaned back against the side, her arms behind her head, leaving her body to float freely. He was swimming closer! He started to swim by, but stopped in the middle of the water, facing her, only a couple of strokes away. She saw him stare at her, more blatantly now, admiring her face and breasts, no doubt. She smiled and arched her body up to show it off, bringing her legs up to the surface to float in front of him. He watched as her legs spread, then he dived, disappearing down in front of her. She let her legs fall down into the water. She could see his body below the surface, his head edging closer to her legs. Surely he was watching her down there!Then he came to the surface and gave an enquiring look, raising his eyebrows as if to ask was there anything to see? And she loved the attention. How easy it had been to attract someone and how good it felt to be free to offer herself to him, should she choose to. She felt more horny than before, and more daring. She imagined telling Amanda and how lame it might sound if all she did was splash around in front of him. And so she decided to be more bold.Next time he ducked under the water and she could see his dark hair as his head approached her body, she reached down under the water, placed one hand directly on her bikini briefs, right in the center and rubbed herself upwards, her middle finger tracing through the now transparent material the outline of her widening slit. Then she turned round and reached her fingertips quickly to the edge of the panties and pulled them down, exposing her pert white buttocks to the man whose face was now so close.He came up for air, swam quickly by her, just close enough to whisper: 'Very nice. Show me more'. He swam back a little away from her and grinned as she turned to face him. She made sure no one was watching then licked her lips and indicated with one finger that he should dive below in front of her and look again. She saw his shape in the water below, closer and closer. And then when she could see he was really close in front of her she pulled the briefs down to her knees and let him admire her naked young cunny and wide thigh gap, distinct against the pool tiles behind. She was turned on by showing him and wondered where this would lead.He resurfaced, swam close again and whispered, 'Meet me at the beach hut at midnight.' Then he swam away and returned to his poolside seat.Astrid pulled her bikini briefs up again, briefly slipping a finger inside her cunny, delighted at how wet she was. Then she swam back to the edge of the pool and returned to the lounger and lay face down to relish in her daydreams what had just happened. Dare she go to meet this man on the beach at night?Wild young exhibitionist continues her vacation.Astrid was still turned on by the thrill of flashing herself at the airport, then exposing her nudity to the horny man at the hotel pool and seducing the guy in the next room. This was going to be a wild vacation!Back in her room later she took a long warm shower, soaping herself all over, relishing the feeling of her warm soft fingers as they gently rubbed between the legs, imagining for a moment they belonged to the mature guy from the pool -- or anyone. Soon she would let someone take her, that she had decided. Her hard little body was aching to be taken and she knew she would start showing it off again at any opportunity.She dried herself with the soft towel then put on a skimpy white sun-dress and lay on her bed, wondering whether she would dare go out to the beach at midnight to meet the man from the pool, whether she could wait until then, or better to 'help herself' now. She lay for a while, playing with her hair and caressing herself. She wished her best friend Amanda had come with her. But no, she would find plenty to turn her on without her sex-mad buddy. She had an hour before she was supposed to join her parents at the poolside bar for the rest of the evening. Just time for a quick bit of self-service, she thought.At the center of the ceiling above her bed was a light fitting; she imagined it had a hidden camera and that all the security guys were watching her. Time to put on a show! She stretched out her legs, keeping them closed together. Her skimpy dress had ridden up to her bikini line so her naked cunny was completely exposed. She looked up and grinned, imagined them watching, looking down at the slim young body, the beautiful shaven slit between the smooth cunny lips. She rubbed her small breasts through the scant material, making her nipples go hard. Then she unhooked the thin straps from her shoulders, pulling it down to bare her breasts. She caressed them lovingly, eyes closed, fingertips pressing the nipples until they were pointing up.Now she could feel the wetness below. Time to put those fingers to better use! She licked the fingers of her right hand and slowly edged it down between her legs. Stretching out the middle finger she placed the hand onto her mound. Almost immediately the cunny lips spread and she opened her legs a little. One finger slipped inside, just for an instant into her wetness, then she traced it upwards to her swelling clit. Lightly she fingered herself: slow, expert, flicking gently side to side, feeling juices surging inside her. She moaned as the pressure grew, the first wave deep inside, swelling with the flow of blood to her core. Again she imagined all the guys watching, wanting to turn them on.Then she pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the juices oozing out, using her thumb to rub her clit again -- hard, soft, fast, slow -- until she could not hold back any more, and with a louder moan and arching her back she let herself go and felt the orgasmic wave run through her. With one last thrust and flick the fingers brought her to a hard climax and she squirted her warm honey juices out all over the sheets. She sighed, pulled off the dress and lay back, naked. She looked up at the light fitting, grinned, then lay her arms at her sides, as if in surrender, her young body fully offered up, its proud young cunny oozing juices and wanting more. She wished all the guys watching could come and join her now, to fill her and cover her with cum.She heard a noise at the window. Looking over, she saw a young man's face at the glass. Must be the guy from the next room, having climbed over the balcony railing. Had he been watching? She saw him grin and knew he had seen that she had caught him out watching her, but he didn't retreat and she didn't move. Instead she sat up and quickly pulled the sheet up to cover her lower body, then lifted her arm to beckon him in. He looked unsure, but she indicated with one finger for him to come in. So he slid open the balcony door and walked in. He was older than her, she guessed, but not much -- a student perhaps. Still, she wanted to see what fun she could have with him, even if she sent him away with nothing more than a cheap thrill.He was bare-chested, wearing tight shorts and apparently nothing else -- she could see the bulge of his young cock. Temporarily sated, she didn't want that inside her now, but she wanted to see it anyway. She picked up her phone and readied it to take a photo. 'If you want me, show me what you've got.' He grinned. She knew that could have backfired: she could have scared him off; but it seemed to turn him on. She pointed the phone and nodded her head. He stepped closer and reached down to the waistband. She started taking a rapid series of pictures as he began to pull down his shorts, imagining giving Amanda the series later, perhaps -- proof that she already snared a guy on the first day. As he pulled down the pants she saw the tip of his cock appear, then more, then more -- he was fully shaven around the area, as most young guys seemed to be. Suddenly the whole cock sprang free and fell out forwards, as if pointing at her. It wasn't very long but she knew she could make it bigger. She had decided what to do with it and reached out to pull him down on the bed. She took another photo, then a few more with her hand around it, her fingers stroking it, fingertips stroking the pre-cum from the hole then licking her finger.'Take some pics of me,' Astrid commanded. He clumsily took the phone, then pointed it at her face. But she had moved. She leaned down over him and placed her face just above his groin. She looked up and grinned, seeing him touch the phone screen to take some more. Amanda had said she wanted 'proof': this would be it. She licked the tip of the fast-hardening cock, briefly taking its tip inside her lips. But she felt it quiver immediately. Oh no you don't, she thought, you're not splurging in my mouth that quickly! She moved away and told him to put the phone down and lie flat.As he lay, he reached over to her breasts, gently stroking them. Next she positioned herself next to his supine body and played with his cock as it gently throbbed. She reached down to her wet cunny, wiped her hand inside until it was soaked with her juices, then wrapped it around the stem of the hardness and began lubricating it. She knew it wouldn't take much to make him come, but she had had enough of him for now, so she stroked him up and down, harder and faster, then slowly caressing the smooth tip with her fingertips, feeling the thing going out of control. Just a few more strokes, she sensed. He moaned and she increased the pace, squeezing and rubbing up and down, sensing him tremble until -- yes! -- she did it: the firm young cock twitched and throbbed once more and the first spurt of white juice shot out; then another, higher. She pulled again. More cum squirted out, up into the air, spattering a few drops onto her face and chest, but mostly falling down over her fingers as she squeezed the last drops out.She stood up, picked up his shorts from the floor. 'Right, now get out. I might invite you back if you're lucky!' He stood and took the shorts. 'Go on,' she continued as he hurriedly dressed. 'But keep an eye on that balcony -- if I leave a pair of red panties out there that means you can come in again.' He nodded and sheepishly slid out onto the balcony and back to his room. She grinned, then went to find her phone and send some messages and photos to Amanda. Her friend was amused and impressed but demanded more. 'I want more proof! u need to proper fuck someone. Wanna see cum dripping from your honey cunny!' Astrid's reply was 'omg u serious?!' But the truth was it only excited her more and she was determined to live up to the challenge. She wondered if the older guy would really be on the beach waiting for her at midnight. That could be a good session to take snaps of -- proof that she could seduce an older guy too.Finally it was time to go down to the bar for the evening -- and time to find another guy to expose herself to, surely.Astrid knew, even without much of a tan, that wearing a short white off-the-shoulder top would draw attention, and just to make sure she paired it with a short white skirt. Her hair was loose and she wore heels. And sure enough as she walked through the bar, a couple of steps behind her parents, she noticed a few men's heads turn. The tall slim young woman in a skimpy white top and short skirt dancing around her upper thighs could not fail to attract admirers, especially as she was wearing only a tiny thong underneath, keen to tease and show off her taut young buttocks and pert breasts.She caught one handsome middle aged man following her with his eyes while his wife was busy looking at her phone. Astrid gave the man a subtle grin as she passed, loving the attention and excited to do more. She just knew he was checking her out from behind, and that it wouldn't take much to imagine her nude. She felt a tingle inside as she began to anticipate flirting and exhibiting herself again. She relished the idea of using her sexy young body to drive men wild. She felt like she wanted to tease every guy in the room until they were all desperate to fuck her.The seat she chose at the side of the bar was next to her parents but separate, so that as they spoke to each other she was free to work the room from her chair, which was almost opposite the man who had been checking her out. She knew he was watching as she sipped her tequila sunrise so she made a show of licking her lips and sucking the straw. She smiled as she caught him staring, loving the thrill and sense of power making her bolder. Next she slowly began to spread her legs, certain he could see in between her thighs, up her little skirt to her crotch, where the white triangle of her panties must surely be visible. She felt herself getting wetter, horny, impatient. Next she stood up, made sure he was watching then turned round so that he could see her from behind. She made a show of leaning over as if to pick up something from the chair seat, knowing her short skirt must give a great view of her pert buttocks and the thin white strip of the thong, perhaps even the little bulge of her cunny lips, tightly wrapped by the soft material.She went to the ladies, passing by his chair and licking her lips again as she went by. She was now quite wet and felt an urge to relieve herself. In the cubicle she pulled down her skirt and pulled off the underwear then set about fingering herself, rubbing her swelling clit and stroking her cunny until she felt the first wave of orgasm pulsing through her. She rubbed harder, using her fingertips to stimulate herself to the point of no return, arching her back and moaning gently as she came, bursts of juices squirting out through her fingers and down her legs. When she was done she pulled her skirt back up and scrunched the soaking panties into her hand.As she walked back through the bar she saw he was still there and the seat next to him was empty - his wife must have gone to the loo or the bar or to their room. So she walked slowly past his seat, glanced around to make sure no one was looking, then dropped her wet thong into his lap, grinning wickedly at him.Once she sat down again and saw him look over and smile, she spread her legs again to show him her naked hairless cunny, grinning as his eyes widened. He stood up and her heart missed a beat - was he going to come over? But he just discreetly beckoned her with a finger and walked out of the bar, as if to go for a smoke outside. She made an excuse to her parents and left the room too.She found him on the path down to the pool where there was a dark recess where the hotel stored some of the poolside furniture at night. He moved into the shadows and signaled her to follow. She quickly joined him there and walked up close. He was about to speak but she put a finger in his lips and whispered 'Just take me. Now!'They kissed hard and his hands were all over her, grasping her buttocks and fondling her small breasts through the thin material. She reached down and undid his belt and zip then reached inside his trousers and took his hard cock in her fingers. He slid his hands under her tiny skirt and caressed her cunny lips, slipping his fingertips into the wetness.Suddenly he turned her round and placed her against the wall. She spread her legs and felt juices seeping out as she braced herself. She didn't want to know him and was pleased he just wanted to fuck her there. Moments later she felt the tip of his cock enter her. It was smooth and firm and easily opened her up. By now she was aching to feel it inside and he was losing control, wanting only to take this fine young body for his pleasure. And then he just thrust deep inside, making her gasp and shudder, moving his hardness in deeper and harder, throbbing and thrusting into her wet cunny. She felt a shiver and thrill as another orgasm came and her warm juices flowed over the long hard member up inside her. And then she felt it throb uncontrollably and heard him moan as he pushed right up inside and spurted his load into her, thrusting several times as he emptied himself inside her.Astrid loved the thrill of being taken at last, especially in this furtive anonymous way. The man gave her a kiss and thanked her, but quickly left her to go back to his seat in the bar. She had to go back to the restroom to wash herself out, so that she wouldn't be walking back into the bar with cum and juices pouring down her legs!Back in the bar, she saw him again and they gave each other secretive grins as she started thinking about the next seduction or exposure -- it seemed that every sexual moment only made her appetite grow more. And then she saw the older guy from the pool -- the first one she had exposed her naked cunny and breasts too -- pleased that he had reappeared and might really be around later for the secret rendezvous on the beach. She blew him a kiss and he motioned to his wristwatch and gave her a discreet thumbs-up.Astrid knew this would be a hell of a night, giving herself to two men (at least!) and planning to send photos of herself to her friend to prove her exhibitionist credentials. What a pleasure it was to be a sexy young woman with a fine body and the power to seduce men apparently at will. The thought made her wet again and she was becoming impatient for the midnight beach encounter.To be continued in part 2, by jonnicat for Literotica. 

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Wednesday, October 29, 2008Friday nights are—after Thursdays—my favorite day of the week. I always let out a big sigh of relief when Friday rolls around, especially after an uneventful week.After five days of school runs, endless soccer practices, and a tightly packed schedule of pickups and drop-offs, I relish the freedom of the weekend. On Saturdays and Sundays, it doesn't matter if lunch is at noon or 1:30—what a luxury.Friday evenings feel like the perfect moment to celebrate making it through another week. I love to gather a few friends for a cozy dinner at home. If I had my way, I'd have a standing reservation—right at my own table.Across Europe, there's a revival of old-fashioned, comforting recipes. In Spain, they call it la cocina pobre—"cuisine of the poor." But don't be misled by the name—these dishes are soul-warming, full of flavor, and would be just as fitting served on silver platters and linen-covered tables. I love blending high and low: simple ingredients, easy techniques, and elegant presentation. It's my favorite style of cooking.Here's my go-to Friday night supper: comforting, unfussy, and easy to prep the day before. I used to avoid marinating overnight—always preferring spur-of-the-moment meals—but life has taught me to embrace a little planning. Prepping while I'm already in the kitchen saves time and adds so much flavor. The payoff is real.The star of this meal is chicken marinated in beer, then cooked in a rich beer and tomato sauce. Don't worry—the alcohol cooks off, so it's kid-friendly and perfect for a weeknight meal, too.I pair it with “Poor Man's Potatoes,” a Spanish-style hash that soaks up all the juices. Add a simple green salad and a steamed veggie, and dinner is done.For dessert, I serve a classic Lemon Sponge Cake with a sweet wine sauce. Pedro Ximénez, made from a luscious grape of the same name, is transformed into a rich syrup when heated with sugar and water. The cake works in any pan—round, loaf, or square. It's delightfully forgiving.To serve, I use rustic brown cazuelas and wooden spoons to keep the feel cozy and casual. The visual continuity makes the whole spread feel cohesive and warm.On Thursday afternoon, I prep the chicken and marinade, pop it in the fridge, and bake the sponge cake—tucking it away in a high cupboard to keep it safe from sneaky snackers.Come Friday, all that's left is to bake the chicken (hands-off in the oven), cook the potatoes (about 45 minutes), and warm the dessert sauce. Easy.For casual dinners, I skip the first-course salad and serve greens with the main. One generous plate keeps the conversation going—no interruptions. One type of wine is all I need: a light red Côtes du Rhône that pairs beautifully with the hearty chicken.This week, I've set the table in the library using my favorite country-inspired colors. brown and white—a timeless combo that complements any setting. The centerpiece is simple: a wooden bowl filled with pomegranates. It doubles as our salad bowl, weathered and glowing with years of use. Keeping the menu simple means I get to do what I love most: sit with my friends, unwind, and toast the week with a well-earned glass of wine.Chicken in Beer(Pollo a la Cerveza)* 12-ounce bottle of beer (lager) * 1 tablespoon Dijon mustard* 1 teaspoon pimenton (paprika)* 2 cups diced yellow onions* 2 garlic cloves* 3 pounds chicken pieces with skin on (legs, thighs and breasts cut into even pieces) * 2 tablespoons olive oil* 1 green pepper, diced* 1 red pepper, diced* 1 yellow pepper, diced* 14-ounce can of chopped tomatoes * Salt and pepperIn a bowl large enough to fit the chicken, combine the beer, Dijon mustard, pimenton, 1 cup of onions, 1 clove of garlic and a large pinch of salt. Add the chicken pieces and toss to coat well. Cover and marinate overnight in the refrigerator.Heat the oven to 350 degrees. In a large casserole with a lid or earthenware pot that can later go in theoven, heat the olive oil over medium heat, add the other cup of onion and sauté until barely translucent. Add the peppers and garlic and cook until soft; about 10 minutes. Add the marinated chicken pieces and, skin down, brown slightly; about 5 minutes. Add the marinade and tomato and season with salt and pepper.Cover and bake in the oven for about 45 minutes until the chicken is cooked through and very tender. Serve hot.Makes 4 to 6 servings.Patatas a lo Pobre("Poor Man's Potatoes")* 4 large all-purpose potatoes* 1 cup olive oil* 1 red onion, roughly diced* 2 cloves garlic, diced* 12 scallions, diced white and half green parts* SaltPeel and cut the potatoes into half-inch slices. Soak them in cold salted water so they don't discolor. Drain and pat dry.In a large skillet fitted with a lid, add the olive oil and heat over medium-high heat. Add the potatoes and cook over high heat, rotating them so they get slightly golden; about 10 minutes. Reduce the heat to low and cover the skillet for about 10 minutes until the potatoes begin to soften. Add the onion, garlic and scallions and stir to combine. Cover again and continue cooking for another 10 minutes. When the onions are soft, remove the lid and over high heat, cook again until the potatoes are done and have crispy edges. Season with salt and serve hot.Makes 6 servings.Lemon Sponge Cake with Sweet Wine Sauce* Butter for greasing the pan* 1 cups all purpose flour* 6 eggs at room temperature* 2 teaspoons grated lemon zest* 12/3 cups powdered sugar, plus more for dustingPreheat the oven to 315 degrees. Lightly grease and dust a 91⁄2-inch spring-form pan with butter and flour.Using electric beaters, whip the eggs and sugar until light and creamy and double in size; about 12 minutes. Add the lemon zest and gently fold in the flour.Pour the batter into the prepared pan and bake for about 50 minutes. Check for doneness by inserting a wooden skewer in the center. When it comes out clean, turn the oven off and leave the cake in the oven with the door open for 5 minutes.Remove cake from the pan and dust with additional powdered sugar. Sweet Wine Sauce* 1 cup powdered sugar* 1⁄2 cup water* 1 cup sweet dessert sherry, such as Pedro XimenezIn a saucepan, melt the sugar with the water until the sugar is dissolved, simmer until mixture comes to a boil and thickens slightly; about 4 minutes.Add the sherry and simmer for about 4 minutes, until syrupy.Pour the warm sauce over the cake, letting it seep into cake and over the sides. Serve with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream.Makes 8 servings. Thank you for subscribing. Leave a comment or share this episode.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008Friday nights are—after Thursdays—my favorite day of the week. I always let out a big sigh of relief when Friday rolls around, especially after an uneventful week.After five days of school runs, endless soccer practices, and a tightly packed schedule of pickups and drop-offs, I relish the freedom of the weekend. On Saturdays and Sundays, it doesn't matter if lunch is at noon or 1:30—what a luxury.Friday evenings feel like the perfect moment to celebrate making it through another week. I love to gather a few friends for a cozy dinner at home. If I had my way, I'd have a standing reservation—right at my own table.Across Europe, there's a revival of old-fashioned, comforting recipes. In Spain, they call it la cocina pobre—"cuisine of the poor." But don't be misled by the name—these dishes are soul-warming, full of flavor, and would be just as fitting served on silver platters and linen-covered tables. I love blending high and low: simple ingredients, easy techniques, and elegant presentation. It's my favorite style of cooking.Here's my go-to Friday night supper: comforting, unfussy, and easy to prep the day before. I used to avoid marinating overnight—always preferring spur-of-the-moment meals—but life has taught me to embrace a little planning. Prepping while I'm already in the kitchen saves time and adds so much flavor. The payoff is real.The star of this meal is chicken marinated in beer, then cooked in a rich beer and tomato sauce. Don't worry—the alcohol cooks off, so it's kid-friendly and perfect for a weeknight meal, too.I pair it with “Poor Man's Potatoes,” a Spanish-style hash that soaks up all the juices. Add a simple green salad and a steamed veggie, and dinner is done.For dessert, I serve a classic Lemon Sponge Cake with a sweet wine sauce. Pedro Ximénez, made from a luscious grape of the same name, is transformed into a rich syrup when heated with sugar and water. The cake works in any pan—round, loaf, or square. It's delightfully forgiving.To serve, I use rustic brown cazuelas and wooden spoons to keep the feel cozy and casual. The visual continuity makes the whole spread feel cohesive and warm.On Thursday afternoon, I prep the chicken and marinade, pop it in the fridge, and bake the sponge cake—tucking it away in a high cupboard to keep it safe from sneaky snackers.Come Friday, all that's left is to bake the chicken (hands-off in the oven), cook the potatoes (about 45 minutes), and warm the dessert sauce. Easy.For casual dinners, I skip the first-course salad and serve greens with the main. One generous plate keeps the conversation going—no interruptions. One type of wine is all I need: a light red Côtes du Rhône that pairs beautifully with the hearty chicken.This week, I've set the table in the library using my favorite country-inspired colors. brown and white—a timeless combo that complements any setting. The centerpiece is simple: a wooden bowl filled with pomegranates. It doubles as our salad bowl, weathered and glowing with years of use. Keeping the menu simple means I get to do what I love most: sit with my friends, unwind, and toast the week with a well-earned glass of wine.Chicken in Beer(Pollo a la Cerveza)* 12-ounce bottle of beer (lager) * 1 tablespoon Dijon mustard* 1 teaspoon pimenton (paprika)* 2 cups diced yellow onions* 2 garlic cloves* 3 pounds chicken pieces with skin on (legs, thighs and breasts cut into even pieces) * 2 tablespoons olive oil* 1 green pepper, diced* 1 red pepper, diced* 1 yellow pepper, diced* 14-ounce can of chopped tomatoes * Salt and pepperIn a bowl large enough to fit the chicken, combine the beer, Dijon mustard, pimenton, 1 cup of onions, 1 clove of garlic and a large pinch of salt. Add the chicken pieces and toss to coat well. Cover and marinate overnight in the refrigerator.Heat the oven to 350 degrees. In a large casserole with a lid or earthenware pot that can later go in theoven, heat the olive oil over medium heat, add the other cup of onion and sauté until barely translucent. Add the peppers and garlic and cook until soft; about 10 minutes. Add the marinated chicken pieces and, skin down, brown slightly; about 5 minutes. Add the marinade and tomato and season with salt and pepper.Cover and bake in the oven for about 45 minutes until the chicken is cooked through and very tender. Serve hot.Makes 4 to 6 servings.Patatas a lo Pobre("Poor Man's Potatoes")* 4 large all-purpose potatoes* 1 cup olive oil* 1 red onion, roughly diced* 2 cloves garlic, diced* 12 scallions, diced white and half green parts* SaltPeel and cut the potatoes into half-inch slices. Soak them in cold salted water so they don't discolor. Drain and pat dry.In a large skillet fitted with a lid, add the olive oil and heat over medium-high heat. Add the potatoes and cook over high heat, rotating them so they get slightly golden; about 10 minutes. Reduce the heat to low and cover the skillet for about 10 minutes until the potatoes begin to soften. Add the onion, garlic and scallions and stir to combine. Cover again and continue cooking for another 10 minutes. When the onions are soft, remove the lid and over high heat, cook again until the potatoes are done and have crispy edges. Season with salt and serve hot.Makes 6 servings.Lemon Sponge Cake with Sweet Wine Sauce* Butter for greasing the pan* 1 cups all purpose flour* 6 eggs at room temperature* 2 teaspoons grated lemon zest* 12/3 cups powdered sugar, plus more for dustingPreheat the oven to 315 degrees. Lightly grease and dust a 91⁄2-inch spring-form pan with butter and flour.Using electric beaters, whip the eggs and sugar until light and creamy and double in size; about 12 minutes. Add the lemon zest and gently fold in the flour.Pour the batter into the prepared pan and bake for about 50 minutes. Check for doneness by inserting a wooden skewer in the center. When it comes out clean, turn the oven off and leave the cake in the oven with the door open for 5 minutes.Remove cake from the pan and dust with additional powdered sugar. Sweet Wine Sauce* 1 cup powdered sugar* 1⁄2 cup water* 1 cup sweet dessert sherry, such as Pedro XimenezIn a saucepan, melt the sugar with the water until the sugar is dissolved, simmer until mixture comes to a boil and thickens slightly; about 4 minutes.Add the sherry and simmer for about 4 minutes, until syrupy.Pour the warm sauce over the cake, letting it seep into cake and over the sides. Serve with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream.Makes 8 servings. Thank you for subscribing. Leave a comment or share this episode.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008Friday nights are—after Thursdays—my favorite day of the week. I always let out a big sigh of relief when Friday rolls around, especially after an uneventful week.After five days of school runs, endless soccer practices, and a tightly packed schedule of pickups and drop-offs, I relish the freedom of the weekend. On Saturdays and Sundays, it doesn't matter if lunch is at noon or 1:30—what a luxury.Friday evenings feel like the perfect moment to celebrate making it through another week. I love to gather a few friends for a cozy dinner at home. If I had my way, I'd have a standing reservation—right at my own table.Across Europe, there's a revival of old-fashioned, comforting recipes. In Spain, they call it la cocina pobre—"cuisine of the poor." But don't be misled by the name—these dishes are soul-warming, full of flavor, and would be just as fitting served on silver platters and linen-covered tables. I love blending high and low: simple ingredients, easy techniques, and elegant presentation. It's my favorite style of cooking.Here's my go-to Friday night supper: comforting, unfussy, and easy to prep the day before. I used to avoid marinating overnight—always preferring spur-of-the-moment meals—but life has taught me to embrace a little planning. Prepping while I'm already in the kitchen saves time and adds so much flavor. The payoff is real.The star of this meal is chicken marinated in beer, then cooked in a rich beer and tomato sauce. Don't worry—the alcohol cooks off, so it's kid-friendly and perfect for a weeknight meal, too.I pair it with “Poor Man's Potatoes,” a Spanish-style hash that soaks up all the juices. Add a simple green salad and a steamed veggie, and dinner is done.For dessert, I serve a classic Lemon Sponge Cake with a sweet wine sauce. Pedro Ximénez, made from a luscious grape of the same name, is transformed into a rich syrup when heated with sugar and water. The cake works in any pan—round, loaf, or square. It's delightfully forgiving.To serve, I use rustic brown cazuelas and wooden spoons to keep the feel cozy and casual. The visual continuity makes the whole spread feel cohesive and warm.On Thursday afternoon, I prep the chicken and marinade, pop it in the fridge, and bake the sponge cake—tucking it away in a high cupboard to keep it safe from sneaky snackers.Come Friday, all that's left is to bake the chicken (hands-off in the oven), cook the potatoes (about 45 minutes), and warm the dessert sauce. Easy.For casual dinners, I skip the first-course salad and serve greens with the main. One generous plate keeps the conversation going—no interruptions. One type of wine is all I need: a light red Côtes du Rhône that pairs beautifully with the hearty chicken.This week, I've set the table in the library using my favorite country-inspired colors. brown and white—a timeless combo that complements any setting. The centerpiece is simple: a wooden bowl filled with pomegranates. It doubles as our salad bowl, weathered and glowing with years of use. Keeping the menu simple means I get to do what I love most: sit with my friends, unwind, and toast the week with a well-earned glass of wine.Chicken in Beer(Pollo a la Cerveza)* 12-ounce bottle of beer (lager) * 1 tablespoon Dijon mustard* 1 teaspoon pimenton (paprika)* 2 cups diced yellow onions* 2 garlic cloves* 3 pounds chicken pieces with skin on (legs, thighs and breasts cut into even pieces) * 2 tablespoons olive oil* 1 green pepper, diced* 1 red pepper, diced* 1 yellow pepper, diced* 14-ounce can of chopped tomatoes * Salt and pepperIn a bowl large enough to fit the chicken, combine the beer, Dijon mustard, pimenton, 1 cup of onions, 1 clove of garlic and a large pinch of salt. Add the chicken pieces and toss to coat well. Cover and marinate overnight in the refrigerator.Heat the oven to 350 degrees. In a large casserole with a lid or earthenware pot that can later go in theoven, heat the olive oil over medium heat, add the other cup of onion and sauté until barely translucent. Add the peppers and garlic and cook until soft; about 10 minutes. Add the marinated chicken pieces and, skin down, brown slightly; about 5 minutes. Add the marinade and tomato and season with salt and pepper.Cover and bake in the oven for about 45 minutes until the chicken is cooked through and very tender. Serve hot.Makes 4 to 6 servings.Patatas a lo Pobre("Poor Man's Potatoes")* 4 large all-purpose potatoes* 1 cup olive oil* 1 red onion, roughly diced* 2 cloves garlic, diced* 12 scallions, diced white and half green parts* SaltPeel and cut the potatoes into half-inch slices. Soak them in cold salted water so they don't discolor. Drain and pat dry.In a large skillet fitted with a lid, add the olive oil and heat over medium-high heat. Add the potatoes and cook over high heat, rotating them so they get slightly golden; about 10 minutes. Reduce the heat to low and cover the skillet for about 10 minutes until the potatoes begin to soften. Add the onion, garlic and scallions and stir to combine. Cover again and continue cooking for another 10 minutes. When the onions are soft, remove the lid and over high heat, cook again until the potatoes are done and have crispy edges. Season with salt and serve hot.Makes 6 servings.Lemon Sponge Cake with Sweet Wine Sauce* Butter for greasing the pan* 1 cups all purpose flour* 6 eggs at room temperature* 2 teaspoons grated lemon zest* 12/3 cups powdered sugar, plus more for dustingPreheat the oven to 315 degrees. Lightly grease and dust a 91⁄2-inch spring-form pan with butter and flour.Using electric beaters, whip the eggs and sugar until light and creamy and double in size; about 12 minutes. Add the lemon zest and gently fold in the flour.Pour the batter into the prepared pan and bake for about 50 minutes. Check for doneness by inserting a wooden skewer in the center. When it comes out clean, turn the oven off and leave the cake in the oven with the door open for 5 minutes.Remove cake from the pan and dust with additional powdered sugar. Sweet Wine Sauce* 1 cup powdered sugar* 1⁄2 cup water* 1 cup sweet dessert sherry, such as Pedro XimenezIn a saucepan, melt the sugar with the water until the sugar is dissolved, simmer until mixture comes to a boil and thickens slightly; about 4 minutes.Add the sherry and simmer for about 4 minutes, until syrupy.Pour the warm sauce over the cake, letting it seep into cake and over the sides. Serve with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream.Makes 8 servings. Thank you for subscribing. Leave a comment or share this episode.

Find this episode on YouTube: John sits down with Pastor Mark to talk demons, exorcism, prayer, what is Christianity and more from our very own Keipi restaurant. Before entering into Christianity fully, Pastor Mark was a fraud investigator with more than 30 years experience. And when he heard about demons being cast out he was naturally skeptical, but fast forward to the present and he finds himself doing the same thing. Significant Revelation Ministry: https://significantrevelation.com/ Sell your old stuff and donate the proceeds to FTF! https://first-things.org/ebay-store✒ Substack: https://johnheersftf.substack.com/ ⓧ https://x.com/johnfromftf

Find this episode on YouTube: Discover more Jay @JayDyer You have stuff. Sell it and donate the earnings here: https://first-things.org/ebay-store ...And sleep better at night knowing your Light-o-Meter score: https://first-things.org/lightometer ✒ Substack: https://johnheersftf.substack.com/ ⓧ https://x.com/johnfromftf

“And he went in to Hagar, and she conceived. And when she saw that she had conceived, her mistress was lightly esteemed in her eyes.”Genesis 16:4 DARBY

PJ talks to Adam Harris, political correspondent with The Irish Sun on yesterday's tariffs announcement by President Trump Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Jesus calls us to be "salt" and "light" in this dying world, so that we may have the right effect upon the lost and unsaved people of the world. But why did He choose those two things specifically? And how exactly do we go about doing it? Come learn how to live a life that's "Lightly Salted"!

Let's walk our doggy strollers a little further down this path shall we? What was going on in the ancient world with pets? Did we have them? Worship them? Eat them perhaps? And what can it tell us about our pet situation today? ✒ Substack: https://johnheersftf.substack.com/ ⓧ https://x.com/johnfromftf

The pair you are about to hear are not professionals. Their opinions and beliefs are not facts. They are just two idiots that are Spitting Nonsense. Hi, We are Jasmine and Zach here to present you with some nerdy news! We upload our news podcast on Wednesdays and our bonus episode on Saturdays! Support us by following us on Discord at: discord.gg/yjxsKww Give us feedback and let us know how you feel in our #questions-and-suggestions channel on the Discord listed above.

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Feijoas are in season! Soon we'll be drowning in them, but for now they're still a novelty and worthy of turning into something super special like these gorgeous little tarts. Makes 12 Ingredients 2-3 sheets store-bought sweet short crust pastry ¼ cup brown sugar ½ cup milk ½ cup sweetened condensed milk 1 ½ teaspoon vanilla extract 60g melted butter 2 ½ cups desiccated coconut 2 tablespoons plain flour 1 teaspoon baking powder 12 slices of feijoa Method Preheat oven to 170 fan bake. Lightly dust the work surface with flour and roll out the chilled pastry to a bit thinner than it comes. Using a cookie cutter, cut pastry into circles to line the holes of a 12-hole muffin tin. In a bowl, whisk sugar, condensed milk, vanilla extract, melted butter and milk until smooth. Stir in coconut, flour and baking powder. Spoon filling into the pastry. Top each with a slice of feijoa. Bake in a preheated oven for 25-30 minutes or until they turn golden brown and fully cooked. Remove from the oven and allow to cool for about 10 minutes before removing from the muffin tin to cool completely. Eat up! Or store in an airtight containing once cooled. LISTEN ABOVE See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hey love,  Spring is here, and I want you to know—you don't need a long to-do list to refresh your home and body. A few simple, feel-good shifts can bring more energy, clarity, and joy into your space and routine—without the overwhelm. In this episode, I'm sharing easy, natural ways to refresh your home and health so you can feel lighter and more vibrant this season. Plus, I've got my special DIY Citrus Refresher Mist (see below) to brighten your space naturally!

Find this episode on YouTube: https://youtu.be/Jzkza56gamUI recently had the chance to attend the Alliance for Responsible Citizenship's 2025 conference in Europe. After spending a few days watching and observing the goings-on from behind the curtain, I have a few thoughts on all of this.✒ Substack: https://johnheersftf.substack.com/ⓧ https://x.com/johnfromftf

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When is thin too thin for smartphones? Why are so many sites moving content behind a paywall and does it bode for tightening ad sector? Reddit is introducing new tools to improve user engagement and help prevent rule violations. And 1Password has a new feature to add a specific physical location to items. Starring Sarah Lane, Robb Dunewood, Roger Chang, Joe. To read the show notes in a separate page click here! Support the show on Patreon by becoming a supporter!

The Southside is a cocktail with a split personality — part speakeasy classic, part country club staple, and depending on who you ask, a drink with roots in gangsters or golf courses. It's a simple mix of gin, citrus, mint, and sugar, but behind that refreshing exterior lies a surprisingly tangled history. Here to unpack it all is Ryan Garrison, head bartender at Brooklyn's Bitter Monk, a lead bartender at New York's Sugar Monk, and the distillery manager for Atheras Spirits. Listen on (or read below) to discover Ryan's Southside recipe — and don't forget to like, review, and subscribe!Ryan Garrison's Southside Recipe Ingredients - ½ ounce simple syrup- ½ ounce freshly squeezed lemon juice- 2 ounces London Dry Gin, such as Ford's- 5-6 mint leaves- Garnish: attractive mint sprig or simple mint leafDirections 1. Slap chilled Nick & Nora glass with mint leaves then add to a cocktail shaker with the rest of the ingredients and ice.2. Lightly shake until chilled then double strain into one side of the shaker.3. Add a splash of soda water and pour into chilled, prepared Nick & Nora.4. Garnish with mint sprig or single mint leaf.

Andrew and Vieves look at ads that dare to ask what actually is the meaning of life, and how much insurance, religion, wealth management and toilet paper does it take to fill the void? Plus, one local lawyer has a big reaction to… something? And a vintage doll commercial rolls all the bad ideas into one. Here are links to the ads we talked about in this week's show: Progressive - Existential Crisis https://www.ispot.tv/ad/w5K4/progressive-existential-crisis Geico - Caveman Therapy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLV4LfpTrh4 Geico - Therapy Follow-up (Short) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8knKFloJxUY Why Islam? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4WG8bqiB_Y Scientology - The Meaning of Life https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8f9g030j08 Wealthsimple - Sluggish https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dqy3wgyj1QU Quilted Northern - Sir Froggy https://www.ispot.tv/ad/Arzp/quilted-northern-sir-froggy Ad Council “Seize The Awkward” - Just Ask https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBwwosvCF0c Scott Hoy - “The Most Confusing Commercial Ever” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3WuHTn2qXs Little Miss No Name https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRhJ3LMd5ek Pepsi One - Internet Boy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sozpr1cWOmI Gita Robot - Love Letter To Walkable Seattle https://www.ispot.tv/ad/Og1n/piaggio-fast-forward-following-robot

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Find this episode on YouTube: Seeing as First Things Foundation does international aid, not to mention personal experience with other international aid organizations, I thought I might chime in with my two cents. Also, check out Gratitude Travels (gratitude-travels.com) for incredible adventures. And Art of the Tamada has two upcoming events which you can get the details on here: first-things.org/aot ✒ Substack: https://johnheersftf.substack.com/ ⓧ https://x.com/johnfromftf

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We're back with another round of OTTB on Tap Evaluates! In this sneak peek of Volume 4, we introduce three OTTBs, including two warhorses with impressive race records, and break down their pedigrees and post-track potential.Want to hear the full evaluation, including our deep dive into conformation and sporthorse suitability? Join Supercast for just $5/month to unlock this episode and more exclusive content. Plus, if you're the owner of one of the horses we evaluated, contact us for a free month so you can listen in!

Find this episode on YouTube: Christian Ray Flores was at one point, the most famous pop star in Russia. But his rise to fame and subsequent search for something more is a story even wilder than the 90's. Discover more of Christian's story at his website including his book: ✒ Substack: ⓧ https://x.com/johnfromftf

Dude, guys. That's my bad. I was really tired and didn't edit the podcast last week. We discuss the fallout from the trade deadline, Jaylen Clark, Jaden McDaniels, Naz Reid's ascension, as well as 3/14 AT TARGET CENTER SECTION 238 ROW K PANTY NATION TAKEOVER IN CELEBRATION OF PANTY NATION MEMBER OF THE YEAR NOMINEE DULUTH'S FAMOUS KAYLEE PULL UP PULL UP GET YOUR TICKETS. Also! On Thursday! 2/20! We're going to be broadcasting live from Fish Lake. Fiber to the Fish House! All the deets are @PulltabSports on Instagram. HOLLER

Send us a textEpisode SummaryIn this episode of The Golf Intervention, we break down the three elements of the golf swing—time, energy, and geometry. While many golfers are obsessed with geometry and, more recently, speed, we discuss why that's only part of the equation. We also dive into the history of swing models, teaching theories over the years, and why changing your swing isn't something to take lightly. If you've ever wondered whether you should tweak your mechanics or chase the latest swing trend, this episode is for you.What We Cover in This Episode:✔️ The three key elements of the golf swing: time, energy, and geometry✔️ Why golfers are overly focused on geometry and speed—and the potential pitfalls✔️ A look at the history of swing models and teaching philosophies✔️ How to approach swing changes wisely to avoid setbacks✔️ The story of Rob Failes being blocked on Twitter by Brandel Chamblee✔️ The real factors that lead to long-term improvementResources & Links:

Meta's record run continues, as the tech giant hits its 20th day of gains. But not all of the Mag7 are following in Meta's footsteps. What the underperformance means for the broader market. Plus Investing overseas? Tread lightly. Why Rebecca Patterson is using caution across the pond, and how you can navigate any volatility across the pond. Fast Money Disclaimer

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In this episode I break down some of the first matchups of the Copper tournament for the boys!! I talk about Ortiz and his awesome performance paired with what is coming up next. Ben franklin is unable to beat Ironwood for the 3rd time thanks to Noah Adkins and his 32 points!! I also break down the scores of some other games and LIGHTLY preview the next round.

Chapter 1 What's Go Lightly by Nina Karnikowski"Go Lightly" by Nina Karnikowski is a captivating exploration of minimalism and the transformative power of letting go. The author shares her personal journey of decluttering and simplifying her life, emphasizing the importance of experiences over material possessions. Through engaging narratives and insightful reflections, Karnikowski illustrates how embracing a lighter lifestyle can lead to greater freedom, joy, and connection with oneself and the world. The book is not just a guide to tidying up; it's a holistic manifesto for living intentionally. Readers learn practical tips on how to navigate the emotional attachments to their belongings while also being encouraged to reevaluate their priorities. By focusing on what truly matters, Karnikowski inspires a movement toward mindful living that resonates deeply in today's consumer-driven society. Through her heartfelt anecdotes and relatable wisdom, "Go Lightly" invites readers to embark on a journey toward a more meaningful existence, urging them to declutter not just their physical space, but also their mental landscape.Chapter 2 Go Lightly by Nina Karnikowski Summary"Go Lightly" by Nina Karnikowski is a travel memoir that delves into the author's adventures across various destinations while exploring themes of freedom, self-discovery, and the impact of travel on personal growth. Karnikowski embarks on a journey that takes her to remote corners of the world, illustrating the transformative power of exploration and the importance of leaving behind the weight of everyday life.The book is rich with sensory details and reflections on the places she visits, capturing the essence of each location and its culture. Karnikowski's writing often weaves together personal anecdotes and philosophical musings, inviting readers to consider their own relationships with travel and the experiences that shape their identities. Throughout her travels, she encourages a light-hearted approach to life, emphasizing the beauty of spontaneity and the significance of embracing the unknown. "Go Lightly" serves as both a travel guide and a source of inspiration, urging readers to embark on their own adventures with an open heart and a curious spirit.Chapter 3 Go Lightly AuthorNina Karnikowski is an Australian author, known for her insightful writing and engaging storytelling. Book Release: Nina Karnikowski released her book "Go Lightly" in October 2021. The book focuses on themes of travel, mindfulness, and the importance of experiencing life with an open heart and lightness of being. Other Works: In addition to "Go Lightly", Karnikowski has written several other titles, including:"The Complete Guide to Becoming a Successful Author" This book serves as a comprehensive guide for aspiring writers, covering everything from writing techniques to the publishing process."Travel Like a Local: Melbourne" A travel guide that offers an insider's perspective on exploring Melbourne and discovering hidden gems."The Yoga Goal: A Beginner's Approach to Yoga Practice" This book introduces readers to the philosophy and practice of yoga, making it accessible for beginners. Best Edition: Among her works, "Go Lightly" has received notable praise for its elegant prose and relatable insights, making it a standout in her bibliography. The hardcover edition has been particularly well-received for its beautiful presentation and overall production quality, which enhances the reading experience. It is often recommended as the best edition of her most recognized work. Overall, Karnikowski's writing often combines elements of self-help, travel, and lifestyle, catering to readers who are interested in personal growth and exploration.Chapter 4 Go Lightly Meaning & ThemeGo Lightly Meaning"Go Lightly" by Nina Karnikowski...

Find this episode on YouTube: Our favorite guest is finally back after months of radio silence. Take a moment and show some support for hltp here:✒ Substack: https://johnheersftf.substack.com/ ⓧ https://x.com/johnfromftf

Find this episode on YouTube: Mathew Namee and Richard Rohlin join John to talk history. But weird history, because it turns out the world has ended. Maybe multiple times. And the way we see history today is not how humanity has always seen it. Mathew Namee is the editor for Orthodox History (https://www.orthodoxhistory.org/) and works closely with the Orthodox Studies Institute. Richard Rohlin is an author, podcast, and manger for the Symbolic World website. ✒ Substack: ⓧ https://x.com/johnfromftf

Find this episode on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPI-yQCZfKoWe welcome back Dr Pete Patitsas, author of the Athos Diet, to talk more about the science behind intermitent fasting, diet, and the broader implications of fasting. Fasting goes beyond the physical and when applied culturally, may have far reaching benefits.Read more on the Athos Diet here: https://www.theathosdiet.com/** Until End of Jan 2025 please consider supporting families in need in Mozambique - find out more here: https://www.gofundme.com/f/253snb-sup... **

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Find this episode on YouTube: https://youtu.be/zSipCRWg5uoPets in prams. Cats in specialized plastic comfort domes on wheels. Dogs on ADHD medicine. Today we take a journey into the absurd. To the far reaches of pet ownerdom, where there is no conveyance too fancy, no medication too specialized, no diagnosis left unexplored. Welcome to part 1 of a 3 part series where I tackle the pet mania. Is this unprecedented? What is the history of pet ownership look like? And what does it all mean?

On today’s show: A verdict is imminent for dozens of men accused of raping Gisèle Pelicot in France. Alexandra English, for Marie Claire, told us Pelicot’s story. President-elect Trump has pledged to relocate 100,000 federal jobs out of D.C. The last time he tried such a move, it didn’t go very well. The Washington Post’s Todd Frankel explains why. Lightly regulated home insurance is on the rise — quietly. Bloomberg’s Leslie Kaufman unpacks the trend. Plus, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez loses her bid for a big promotion, Trump sues the Des Moines Register, and one woman’s positive outlook after receiving a pig's kidney as a transplant. Today’s episode was hosted by Shumita Basu.