Podcasts about Lust

► Zur dreiteiligen Masterclass „Liebe radikal“ mit Andrea und mir kostenfrei anmelden:https://go.homodea.com/liebe-radikal► Hier findest du die Neuauflage von "Liebe Radikal":https://go.veitlindau.com/Liebe-Radikal-BuchHey, liebe Menschen da draußen, ich wünsche dir einen wundervollen Tag – und dass du, ganz gleich, was in der Welt oder in deinem Leben gerade geschieht, fest im Sattel sitzt. Vielleicht hast du wenige, aber dafür richtig gute, kraftvolle Beziehungen. Und genau darum geht es in dieser Folge.Ich lade dich ein, mit mir gemeinsam in die 7 Säulen der Liebe einzutauchen – Qualitäten, die mich in meinen wichtigsten Beziehungen immer wieder gerettet, inspiriert und geöffnet haben.Wenn du fühlst, dass in deiner Partnerschaft, deiner Familie, mit Freund:innen oder Kolleg:innen noch viel mehr möglich ist – dann ist diese Episode für dich. Ich teile mit dir:warum echte Beziehung mit einer klaren Absicht beginnt,wie Gestaltung eure Verbindung lebendig hält,warum wirkliche Verbindung bewusste Kommunikation braucht,wie Beziehung ein Raum für Heilung wird,weshalb Reifung essenziell ist,warum Freude der Gradmesser für Tiefe ist,und was es heißt, wirklich zu lieben.Gerade in einer Welt, die sich zunehmend fragmentiert – innen wie außen – brauchen wir echte Verbindungen mehr denn je. Ich lade dich ein, deine wichtigsten Beziehungen auf ein neues Level zu heben. Und wenn du Lust hast, tiefer zu gehen, dann bist du herzlich eingeladen:Andrea und ich feiern die Neuauflage unseres Buches Liebe radikal mit einer kostenfreien dreiteiligen Masterclass. Es wird intensiv, ehrlich, praktisch – und ein Fest für die Liebe.In Verbundenheit,Veit► Alles zu Veit Lindau: https://go.veitlindau.com/bold-impact► Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/veit.lindau/► Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/veitlindau► Hier geht's zu homodea: http://go.homodea.com/hd191► Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/homodea/► Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/homodea► Schon abonniert? Hier geht's zum Human Future Movement Campus https://go.veitlindau.com/Human-Future-Movement-Campus► Du kannst dir den Podcast überall auf Apple Podcasts, Spotify, meinem Blog, YouTube, SoundCloud und allen Podcastapps kostenlos anhören.► Wir freuen uns sehr, wenn dich die Folge inspiriert. Schreibe uns sehr gern unter podcast@veitlindau.com deine Wünsche für Gäst:innen.► Du möchtest etwas Gutes für die Welt beitragen? Die ichliebedich-Stiftung fördert weltweit integrale Projekte der Potenzialentfaltungund der Kultur des Mitgefühls, besonders für Kinder und Jugendliche.https://ichliebedich-stiftung.de/https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/ichliebedichIBAN: DE37 6625 0030 0030 0711 46BIC: SOLADES1BAD#LiebeRadikal #Beziehungsqualität #HumanFutureMovement #Herzensverbindung #BewussteLiebe

PSR Podcast is a listener supported outreach of Be Broken Ministries. Partner with us through giving at BeBroken.org/donate. Thank you for your support!----------In this episode, I sit down with Nick Stumbo, director of Pure Desire Ministries, for an honest conversation about sexual brokenness and the impact of pornography, especially within the Christian community. We dive into new research from Pure Desire and the Barna Group, titled Beyond the Porn Phenomenon, revealing surprising trends and the ongoing struggle many face in silence. Nick shares insights from the research on breaking shame, creating safe spaces in churches, and practical ways parents and leaders can support healthy conversations about sexuality. Together, we explore how compassion and openness can lead to real healing and hope.To learn more and get a copy of the research mentioned in this episode, visit PureDesire.org/barna. Topics Covered in this Episode: Discussion of sexual brokenness, particularly related to pornography use.Personal experiences of a pastor struggling with pornography.Overview of the research project "Beyond the Porn Phenomenon" conducted with the Barna Group.Examination of updated data on pornography use and its effects on individuals and relationships.Challenges faced by churches in addressing sexual brokenness and providing support.Development of resources for parents and youth leaders to discuss sexuality with teenagers.Insights into the disconnect between spiritual health and sexual behavior among Christians.Statistics highlighting the prevalence of pornography use and the lack of support for individuals struggling with it.The importance of creating safe spaces in churches for open discussions about sexual issues.Encouragement for proactive engagement in conversations about sexuality and support for those in need.More Resources:Beyond the Porn Phenomenon Church ToolkitFree eBook: 5 Steps to Freedom from PornGateway to Freedom 3-Day Intensive for MenRelated Podcasts:New Research on Why Women View PornWhat Can We Learn from Lust?Understanding God's Design for Sex in Today's Confused Culture----------Please rate and review our podcast: Apple PodcastsFollow us on our Vimeo Channel.

Sarah had a run-in at Home Depot where she was offered free plants, and she said no! And now she has regrets for being so honest and having integrity. Susie gives a tribute to her beloved Brian Wilson. We find out why Amelia Earhart wasn't actually a great pilot (seems like the disappearance should've tipped us off), but instead was just ahead of her time in...influencing. Susie explains how Amelia's famous flight has disturbing similarities to the Titan submersible tragedy. We learn about a woman who donated her body to science, but ended up blown to bits by the military. We hear why a funeral home was sending people remains of the strangers instead of their loved ones. We discuss an Olympian who has been kicked off the canoeing team for having an OnlyFans account and Susie thinks she should start an account for people whose kink is being insulted.Our Favorite Picks10:37 - Susie shares her love for the amazing Brian Wilson.18:58 - New Yorker article about Amelia Earhart30:11 - Man donated his mother's body to alzheimer's research, only to find out it was later sold on, and blown up!39:13 - Sarah's airfryer analogy45:15 - Olympic canoer pays for training by showing off his skin-paddle on Only Fans50:13 - Gen-Z and their dislike for opening a tab at the bar54:24 - Susie considers starting an Only Fans accountThe End... You're welcome.Connect with us on social media:BCP Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/braincandypodcastSusie's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/susiemeisterSarah's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/imsarahriceBCP on X: https://www.x.com/braincandypodSponsors:Go to https://cozyearth.com and use code BRAINCANDY for 40% off best-selling temperature-regulating sheets, apparel, and more.Save 20% Off Honeylove by going to https://www.honeylove.com/braincandy #honeylovepodSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Alpha Hour Exhortation – Episode 1018

Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 9Lust and Loins (Limerence)Limerence is a uniquely human phenomenon that new lovers, potential lovers, and sometimes even strangers, may experience. Limerence is a state of mind (not solely romantic) that typically includes persistent, sometimes depressing thoughts, and a deep yearning for the object of one's affection. It can be easily confused with love. Often human beings can find themselves addicted to these obsessive feelings and can easily be overwhelmed by adoration for another human being. Limerence cannot be turned on and off like a machine. It can come from nowhere and disappear without logic. The experience of this sensory state is proven to be inspiring, connective, unifying, disruptive, and even excruciating, yet it continues to mark the human trajectory of existence through time and place.'Good *dundeal Mr. Renyke Man.' said Flex excitedly.''We leave at dark, mind,' said Shabra. 'Take some time for food and rest. You might need your strength. I will get food.' Renyke watched her take weapons from the vehicle, knives and a small crossbow.The group is in an enclosure flanked by half-deconstructed concrete walls. There are large metal containers lying around with shrubbery and foliage trying to make a stand against the manmade environment. Tumbleweed played in the soft wind searching for a home.Maybeline scurried around searching for food and sniffing the air. She could smell something sinister, the scent of danger, as Renyke studied her movements.Flex kicked some redundant ashes by an upturned metal water tank. 'I can make us a fire,' he said, taking a pocket full of old rusty lighters and tinder from one of his huge pockets. His brightly coloured patchwork overcoat seemed to store an abundance of useful things. There were small pieces of mechanical paraphernalia, vintage innards from antique items, little motors, motherboards and old PC parts. There were secret pockets and compartments for weapons and a waterproof lining held everything together.‘Do you take this stuff everywhere you go?' asked Renyke.‘Yes sir-ee, some days *man'dun gotta make *swapsie-trade. .And other days, well, there are enemies and they kill for the fun of it. Everything has a use in the Zones brother. You learn that quick here.Maybeline found a water flow from a pipe tucked in the grass and took a long drink.Renyke began to pace, 'Shabra is taking her time,' he said, standing near the opening of the enclosure.‘She'll come, she is huntin' tis all my friend. You got attached already?'Renyke stared at Flex and mumbled, ‘We need that ride.'Then he checked POS whose signal was intermittent.'.......What are the signs of being attracted to somebody?'POS took a moment to compile a response……..……Do you mean human responses?'……yes, yes, of course ‘humans', Renyke replied.'POS continued…..nervousness around the subject of the attraction,…..extended thoughts about the subject,…..obsessive thoughts beyond normal curiosity about the subject,…..insomnia due to obsessive considerations of the subject,…..anxiety over possible outcomes of imaginary scenarios involving the subject,…..a desire to touch the intimate parts of the subject,…..dreams about the subject,…..fantasy building scenarios between the human and the subject,…..being overly concerned about….‘Enough,' said Renyke, irritated with the voice in his head.Finally Shabra returned.She carried two dead rabbits in her belt and washed a wide glinting blade under the water that flowed from the broken pipe.‘This water's good. Your rat is a good scout for provisions. We can fill up the tanks and flask before we go.'The new acquaintances are relaxed and considering preparation for the short but dangerous car journey to the *Edge.Shabra checked the vehicle mechanics, the doors and metal buttresses worked in perfect synch and there were six exhausts. She filled the water kegs and put them in the boot.‘Where is the vehicle from?' Asked Renyke.‘I built it,' answered Shabra, 'from scratch. 'Well, I had several wrecks and put my beaut together.Me n her, we like lovers. She drives me crazy with her vibes.'Shabra looked at Renyke parting her lips into a wry smile. They were oily from the fat of the meal.She winked through long dark lashes.Renyke felt a thump in his heart, a deep penetrating surge of something enthralling.Suddenly there is a distant high-pitched sound, like a siren or swarm. It seems to be getting louder when Flex and Shabra grab Renyke, throwing him into the vehicle.Seconds later they were surrounded by a marauding mass of screaming children. Some were made of broken body parts with human faces, others were small walking babies with burnt skin. Some had extra limbs and even two heads. They were crying and screeching, banging toy drums and chanting verses.One of them seemed to be the leader and he leapt onto Shabra's bonnet. The noise was deafening.  to be continued© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

Jens übertreibt mal wieder schamlos Unsere neuste Ausgabe führt uns nur 8 Jahre in die Vergangenheit und beleuchtet die Charts aus dem Frühjahr 2017. Doch bevor es damit losgeht, muss Jens seine "Schulden" einlösen. Was nicht vereinbart war, dass Marcel nun auch eine Aufgabe reingedrückt bekommt. Außerdem liefert der liebe Jens endlich einen Hinweis, in welches Land uns die nächste Länder-Remix-Folge führt. Musikalisch haben wir einen der Überhits des Jahre im Gepäck. Außderm gibt es reichlich Pop-Musik und Rock aus Island. Und jetzt sagt nicht, dass dieser Teaser keine Lust auf diese Folge macht.Es gibt (fast) alle Songs des Podcasts als Playlist bei Spotify (Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4m3l3Xvt1EdFp2LxkooNmJ?si=7fa49d851b9440dd).Drückt den "Follow"-Button bei Eurem Streaminganbieter, um keine Folge mehr zu verpassen und wer es gut meint mit uns, bewertet unseren Podcast mit mindestens 5 Sternen bei seinem Streamingportal ;-). Jegliche Kritik und Euer Feedback könnt Ihr per Mail an podcast.musikgeschichte@gmail.com senden. Unseren Blog mit allen Neuigkeiten findet Ihr hier. (https://musikgeschichte.com/category/news/) Zusätzlich bieten wir ab Oktober 2023 einen eigenen WhatsApp-Channel an, der Euch alle News und Episoden-Releases direkt aufs Handy bringt (Link: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaE59eoGehEO4N14xm2S) Abonnieren! Ebenso sind wie auf TikTok zu finden. Folgt uns, freundet Euch mit uns an und liked unsere Videos (https://www.tiktok.com/@podcast.musikgeschichte).Vielen Dank fürs Zuhören.LinksFolge 65 - Juli 2017KI-Song zu dieser FolgeCredits Podcastintro/-outro by Suno Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Begleite Christine Thürmer, die „meistgewanderte“ Frau der Welt, und entdecke ihre ganz persönliche Bedeutung des Songs „Stairway To Heaven“ von Led Zeppelin aus dem Jahr 1971. Seit sie den Song bei einem Trail Angel auf ihrer epischen Wanderung von Mexiko nach Kanada bewusst gehört hat, begleitet er sie auf ihren Reisen – als Inspiration und Soundtrack ihres Lebens. Mit über 65.000 Kilometern in mehr als 40 Ländern und einer minimalistischen Ausrüstung von unter fünf Kilogramm ist Christine eine der beeindruckendsten Langstreckenwanderinnen unserer Zeit. In dieser Episode von „Mein Lieblingssong“ erzählt sie nicht nur, warum „Stairway To Heaven“ mehr als nur Musik für sie ist, sondern auch von ihren unglaublichen Erlebnissen auf ihren Wanderungen – von atemberaubenden Landschaften bis zu Begegnungen mit Bären. Hör rein und entdecke die Magie dieses Songs durch die Augen einer Frau, die die Welt zu Fuß erkundet hat! Höre deinen Lieblings-Podcast und deine Lieblingsmusik doch einfach auf einem sonoro Musiksystem.Das sonoro MEISTERSTÜCK und viele andere Produkte aus der sonoro Klangschmiede findet ihr hier: sonoro.comHinterlasse gerne eine Bewertung und abonniere unseren Podcast bei deinem Streamingportal der Wahl und verpasse keine Folge. Und wenn du alle Neuigkeiten zum Podcast „Mein Lieblingssong“ mitbekommen möchtest, dann melde dich hier für unseren wöchentlichen Newsletter an: Kostenloser NewsletterHier findest du uns auf Facebook oder Instagram.Geschichten aus den 70ern: Mein Lieblingssong - Album 1 als Hörbuchversion.Gibt es überall, wo es gute Hörbücher gibt.Geschichten aus den 80ern: Mein Lieblingssong - Album 2 als Hörbuchversion.Gibt es überall, wo es gute Hörbücher gibt.Habt ihr Lust auf eine „Mein Lieblingssong“-Tasse oder T-Shirt? Dann schaut mal in unserem Shop vorbei: Hier klicken!Mehr über die beiden Hosts Falk & Ryll sowie alle Podcastfolgen findest Du auf www.meinlieblingssong.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ob du gerade auf der Suche bist oder einfach offener durchs Leben gehen willst – in dieser Folge von Psychohacks dreht sich alles ums Flirten, Daten und neue Verbindungen ab 40. Claudia und Rolf sprechen über Ängste, Vorurteile und Erwartungen, die uns oft selbst im Weg stehen – und liefern praktische Strategien, um Muster zu durchbrechen.Was hilft, wenn man glaubt, „da draußen“ sei niemand mehr für einen da? Warum die innere Haltung beim Dating oft mehr verändert als jedes Styling? Und wie du rauskommst aus der Angst, nicht zu genügen – und rein in die Lust auf echte Begegnungen? Am Ende der Folge: Ein Reminder an dein Chancen-Radar – und der beste Tipp, wie du bei jedem Date bei dir selbst bleibst.Ihr habt eine Frage oder ein Thema, für das ihr euren persönlichen Psychohack braucht? Dann schreibt an: podcast@psychohacks.de. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Dass Karla Kolumna aus Berlin kommt, wissen wir natürlich. Und dass Barbara Blocksberg und Tante Amanda auf derselben Hexenschule waren, auch. Aber wie alt ist eigentlich Herr Pichler? Was wissen wir über Florians Eltern? Und wie konnte Tante Mania schon vor vielen Jahren Junghexen unterrichten, obwohl sie die Hexenschule doch erst kürzlich eröffnet hat? Fragen über Fragen und jede Menge Spekulation – in der neuesten Folge des „Bibi Blocksberg“-Podcasts. Gerade erst haben die beiden die Hörspielfolge „Die neue Schule“ analysiert, da rückt die dazugehörige Zeichentrickepisode in greifbare Nähe. Und genau deshalb geht es in diesem Podcast auch um die Frage, welche Art der Schulgeschichte Antje und Stefan besser gefällt: Die zum Hören oder die zum Angucken? Wenn ihr Lust auf noch mehr Bibi Hörspiele habt, dann hört doch gleich rein. Alle Bibi Blocksberg Folgen findet ihr unter folgendem Link https://Kiddinx.lnk.to/bibi_allePC Bibi Blocksberg und die Generation Kassettenkinder ist eine Produktion der KIDDINX Media GmbH in Zusammenarbeit mit Viertausendhertz. Moderation: Antje Wessels (https://www.instagram.com/antje_wessels/?hl=de) und Stefan Springer (Springer aus Herten) https://www.instagram.com/der_springer_aus_herten/ Herstellungsleitung: Marie Dippold Produktion: Hendrik Efert Team KIDDINX Media: Anja Wienbeck und Yawar Haider

Romance novels are experiencing a surge in popularity, and the sales of LGBTQ+ novels in particular are taking off. Leah Koch is the owner of the Ripped Bodice, a romance bookstore in Brooklyn. She talks about her favorite queer romance novels, and takes listener's calls about theirs.

In this week's episode -- the twenty fifth and final episode in our "overcomers" series -- we will discuss what lust is, the reasons we do it, how to flee from it, how to let the Lord into our battle with lust and more. Scripture discussed: 1 Corinthians 6:13, 1 Corinthians 6:18-20, Matthew 5:27,28, Galatians 5:16, 2 Timothy 2:22, 1 Corinthians 10:13, 2 Corinthians 3:17 and Proverbs 11:14.follow me on instagram! ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://instagram.com/braxtenhm⁠⁠⁠⁠follow me on tik tok! ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@UCKFDLPcSq_V1LP76Kq4HL1g⁠⁠⁠⁠

Welcome to The Daily, where we study the Bible verse by verse, chapter by chapter, every day. Today's shout-out goes to Jeff Garwood from Daufuskie Island, SC. Jeff, your partnership with us through Project23 is helping others discover the truth that changes hearts. This study is for you today. Our text today is Mark 7:14-23: And he called the people to him again and said to them, “Hear me, all of you, and understand: There is nothing outside a person that by going into him can defile him, but the things that come out of a person are what defile him.” And when he had entered the house and left the people, his disciples asked him about the parable. And he said to them, “Then are you also without understanding? Do you not see that whatever goes into a person from outside cannot defile him, since it enters not his heart but his stomach, and is expelled?” (Thus he declared all foods clean.) And he said, “What comes out of a person is what defiles him. For from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts, sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, coveting, wickedness, deceit, sensuality, envy, slander, pride, foolishness. All these evil things come from within, and they defile a person.” — Mark 7:14-23 Jesus makes a powerful point here—but there's more going on beneath the surface. This Gospel account was dictated by Peter to Mark. And you can almost hear Peter's voice behind the detail: “(Thus he declared all foods clean).” Why does that matter? Because years later, Peter would receive a vision in Acts 10—when God dropped a sheet from heaven filled with animals considered unclean. And God said, “What God has made clean, do not call common.” That moment cracked Peter's heart open to the inclusion of Gentiles in the Gospel. But even then, Peter would struggle. In Galatians 2, Paul rebukes him for pulling away from Gentile believers. So when Peter recounts this scene in Mark 7, it's personal. Jesus didn't just change the rules—he changed Peter's heart. Jesus redefined purity as something internal, not external. And Jesus says the real issue isn't what goes into your mouth—it's what comes out of your heart. Sin doesn't enter through your fork—it flows from within. That list Jesus gives? It's a mirror. Pride. Envy. Deceit. Lust. It's not out there—it's in here. This isn't just convicting. It's freeing. Because you can't clean yourself with religion, rituals, or rules. You need a new heart. A Jesus-transformed heart. One that lives from the inside out. We all tend to clean the outside while ignoring the inside. We act polite but harbor bitterness. We appear holy, but we think impure thoughts. We perform well but never confess pride. Start paying attention to your heart. Don't just look at your actions—listen to your motives. Is your obedience flowing from love or from fear of being seen? Are you generous because you care—or because you want credit? Ask Jesus to do the heart surgery only he can do. Today, stop settling for behavior modification. Start praying for heart transformation. #InsideOutFaith, #HeartOverHabits, #PeterUnderstood ASK THIS: Where am I focused more on appearances than true heart change? What sin on Jesus' list hits closest to home right now? How have I tried to use tradition or morality to cover brokenness? Where do I need to invite Jesus to cleanse me from the inside? DO THIS: Spend five minutes today asking Jesus not just to clean your life—but to cleanse your heart. PRAY THIS: Jesus, I confess my sin isn't out there—it's in me. Cleanse my heart. I want to live from the inside out. PLAY THIS: “Clean” – Natalie Grant.

After the chaos of last week's show, Julian and Justin get together to talk about a ton of Steam Next Fest demos, recap the Xbox Showcase, and reveal our favorite games of Not E3. Yeah!00:00 Introduction, (not) sponsored by Chef Man23:47 Julian's Next Fest demo round up (Dispatch, Ninja Gaiden: Ragebound, Kingdom Cum: Deep Entrance, Superhero Simulator, Dead as Disco, Empire of Lust, Eriksholm: The Stolen Dream)01:00:36 The Midnight Walk, Silent Hill 2 Remake, Final Fantasy x Magic: The Gathering Arena01:33:44 Live reacts: looking for a Detlef Schrempf card in a pack of Final Fantasy Magic01:48:09 Recapping the Xbox Showcase02:51:16 Our Top 5 games shown at Not E3Theme song and interstitial music by Megan McDuffee: https://meganmcduffee.comLogo and artwork by John GholsonAnnouncer: John GholsonJoin our Discord, learn about how you can support the show, and more: https://linktr.ee/TheStageSelectEmail: thestageselectpod@gmail.comCopyright 2024 Space Monkey Mafia Productions

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Erfolgsmagnet werden – Shownotes In dieser Folge von TomsTalkTime geht es um eine Frage, die sich viele Unternehmer irgendwann stellen: Wie schaffe ich es, Chancen anzuziehen statt ihnen ständig hinterherzurennen? Die Antwort: Du musst Erfolgsmagnet werden. Kein Zufall, kein Zufallsglück – sondern das Ergebnis deiner inneren Ausstrahlung, deiner Haltung und deiner täglichen Gewohnheiten. Tom zeigt dir heute, wie du mit Klarheit, Fokus und einem starken Mindset gezielt Wirkung erzeugst. Du erfährst, warum es nicht darum geht, sich zu verstellen – sondern echt zu sein, entschlossen aufzutreten und so zu handeln, dass Erfolg gar nicht anders kann, als zu dir zu finden. Zusammenfassung und Stichpunkte Erfolgsmagnet werden bedeutet nicht, einfach nur nett zu lächeln und zu hoffen, dass es schon irgendwie klappt. Es bedeutet, dass du dein Denken, dein Auftreten und deine Energie so ausrichtest, dass du Menschen, Chancen und Möglichkeiten anziehst – weil du Wirkung erzeugst. In dieser Folge lernst du unter anderem: Was ein Erfolgsmagnet wirklich ist – und was nicht Wie deine Gedanken und Gefühle deine Business-Ausstrahlung formen Warum Mangeldenken dich für Chancen unsichtbar macht Welche Denkfehler dir im Weg stehen – und wie du sie loswirst Wie du durch kleine Gewohnheiten deine Wirkung täglich verstärkst Tom erklärt dir Schritt für Schritt, wie du dich innerlich ausrichtest und was es wirklich braucht, um vom Getriebenen zum Magneten zu werden. Erfolgsmagnet werden ist kein Trick – sondern eine bewusste Entscheidung, die du täglich neu treffen kannst. Shownotes und Episodendetails Episode 899 – Erfolgsmagnet werden – So ziehst du Chancen an Die meisten Unternehmer jagen Zielen, Kunden und Möglichkeiten hinterher. Was aber, wenn genau das der falsche Weg ist? Was, wenn du Erfolg auch einfach anziehen kannst – durch dein Denken, dein Verhalten und deine Präsenz? In dieser Episode erfährst du: Was es wirklich bedeutet, ein Erfolgsmagnet zu werden Wie deine Energie andere beeinflusst – positiv oder negativ Warum Chancen eher kommen, wenn du aufhörst, zu pushen Welche inneren Blockaden dich unsichtbar machen Wie du durch 3 einfache Gewohnheiten deine Wirkung verstärkst Erfolgsmagnet werden ist eine Haltung. Es beginnt im Kopf – und wird durch tägliches Handeln sichtbar. Es geht nicht um Manipulation, sondern um Authentizität mit Klarheit. Wenn du innerlich überzeugt bist, ziehst du Menschen und Möglichkeiten fast automatisch an. Die Folge liefert dir keine Theorien, sondern konkrete Impulse, wie du sofort in deinem Alltag magnetischer wirken kannst – durch Sprache, Fokus, Präsenz und Gewohnheiten. Wer diesen Weg geht, braucht nicht mehr jedem hinterherzulaufen. Chancen kommen – weil du bereit bist. Wenn du also keine Lust mehr auf Druck und Frust hast – dann hör dir diese Folge an. Und fang an, dein Business nicht nur mit Strategie zu führen, sondern mit innerer Ausstrahlung. Erfolgsmagnet werden – das ist kein Zufall. Das ist eine Entscheidung. Meta-Beschreibung

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Voller Vorfreude und mit richtig Lust auf das Turnier ist Borussia Dortmund in die Klub-Weltmeisterschaft gegangen, doch bereits zum Auftakt war davon relativ wenig zu spüren. Im nur zur Hälfte gefüllten Metlife Stadium von New York tat sich die Kovac-Elf gegen Fluminense aus Brasilien enorm schwer und versprühte im Prinzip gar keinen Esprit. Durch das torlose Unentschieden hat man aber noch alle Chancen auf den Gruppensieg. Moderator Sascha Staat und RN-Redakteur Kevin Pinnow, der sich direkt aus Fort Lauderdale meldet, blicken auf die Partie und etliche Kleinigkeiten rund um das Turnier, primär aus schwarzgelber Sicht.

Unsere Folgen sind nicht selten ungewöhnlich lang. Das hat seinen Grund: Wir möchten den Tiefsinn fließen lassen und Euch unsere Gesprächspartner so präsentieren, wie Ihr sie sonst nie – und vielleicht nie wieder – kennenlernen könnt. Und um Euch die Scheu zu nehmen, die man verspürt, wenn man einen über drei Stunden langen Zeitstempel sieht, aber auch, um Euch so richtig Lust auf den Kandidaten zu machen, präsentieren wir Euch immer einen Tag vor dem Release einen exklusiven Sneak in die neue Folge. Viel Spaß beim Hören, und wir freuen uns auf Euch mit einem herzlichen „Welcome back“ am Freitag. Das Format: SOMMELIER – Die interessantesten Weinkellner unserer Zeit wird produziert und verantwortet von der: Weinklang GmbH Silvio Nitzsche Bergahornweg 10 01328 Dresden silvio@sommelier.website und wird freundlichst unterstützt und begleitet von der Schlumberger-Gruppe mit den Handelshäusern: Schlumberger Segnitz Consigliovini sowie dem Privatkundenportal Bremer Weinkolleg

Kennst Du dieses Gefühl, wenn mal wieder Deine eigenen Gedanken Dich komplett kidnappen? Zack, Kopfkino an, hallo Stress, bye-bye Gelassenheit. In dieser Episode spreche ich als Justus Ludwig über das berühmt-berüchtigte mentale Kidnapping – und ja, das ist genauso verrückt, wie es klingt! Du erfährst, wie es sich anfühlt, plötzlich nicht mehr Chef*in über Deine inneren Abläufe zu sein, sondern nur noch Passagier oder Passagierin in Deinem eigenen Gedankenkarussell. Achtsamkeit ist hier das Zauberwort, denn sie hilft Dir, genau diesen Moment zu erkennen: Bin ich gerade im Hier und Jetzt – oder läuft in meinem Kopf schon wieder ein fieser Horrorfilm? Gemeinsam dekonstruieren wir, welche Trigger diese mentalen Entführungen auslösen, welche Muster (und Traumas, Glaubenssätze oder sogar die eigene Couch und Netflix!) dabei oft am Steuer sitzen und weshalb Du manchmal gar nicht mehr weißt, wie Dir geschieht. Doch keine Panik, ich zeige Dir: Wie Du typische Auslöser und Muster erkennst – aus dem echten Leben, inkl. Aufräum-Stress und Chef-Allüren. Warum Wissen und Erkenntnis allein keine Gelassenheit bringen, sondern Übung und bewusste Praxis gefragt sind. Wie Du wieder in die Präsenz kommst, statt gegrillter Zombie im Alltagsstress zu werden. Dass Achtsamkeit – sorry, kein Zauberstab – aber immerhin ein echtes Surfbrett für Deine Wellen ist. Lust auf mehr innere Freiheit? Dann hör rein, schnapp Dir Deine Extra-Portion Achtsamkeit und werde zum/zur Expert*in Deiner Gedanken! Dein Justus SUCHST DU UNTERSTÜTZUNG? Wenn Du Justus Ludwig als Coach und Begleiter für Deinen Weg der bewussten Veränderung und Transformation mit Achtsamkeit haben möchtest, dann komm in den Mind-Up Circle – Deiner regelmäßigen Verabredung mit Achtsamkeit – Du lernst und übst Achtsamkeit im Alltag und wirst live von Justus gecoacht – jede Woche – in einer Gruppe – melde Dich dazu an unter: mind-up@mehrwert-achtsamkeit.de DU FRAGST - ICH ANTWORTE: Stelle mir gerne Deine konkrete Frage oder berichte von Deiner konkreten Herausforderung. In regelmäßigen Abständen wähle ich Fragen aus und beantworte sie ganz individuell in einer Podcast-Episode.

Episode 1505: Run It Back

Am Wochenende ist die FIFA KLUB WM 2025 gestartet. Freut ihr euch auch schon auf die neue KLUBWELTMEISTERSCHAFT? Nein? Dann geht es euch so wie der BOHNDESLIGA-Crew. Nils, Etienne und Tobi erklären, warum sie auf den Wettbewerb eher wenig Lust haben. Das geht schon beim Teilnehmerfeld los. Man muss nämlich einen eigenen Studiengang belegen, um zu verstehen, warum INTER MIAMI am Turnier teilnehmen darf und der FC BARCELONA nicht. Dass der FC BAYERN MÜNCHEN sein erstes Spiel mit 10:0 gewann, hat die Lust auf den Wettbewerb nicht gesteigert. Am Ende bleibt die große Frage: Wird diese neue KLUB-WM ein Erfolg? Oder ein Rohrkrepierer?

Feli lebt ihre 20er gerade in vollen Zügen. Doch nach London, Malle und gleich nochmal London inklusive atemberaubenden, aber schon sehr nassem Beyoncé Konzert, hat der Körper keine Lust mehr und sorgt für eine grippale Auszeit. Das heißt, zurücklehnen, Sonnenbrille auf und durch die DMs scrollen. - Time for Q&A! Bis gleich, Ihr Hübschen! shop felicious: www.felicious.de

Susie and Sarah had a little reunion and they're still riding that sweet high. We're happy Susie wasn't on the flight where a little girl was allowed to take over the intercom and sing a Moana song to a non-consensual audience. Sarah tells us about a company that raised millions of dollars from investors posing as an AI tech company when really they had hundreds of people working behind the scenes manually performing tasks instead. A fan is suing the Colorado Rockies after he got hit with a ball. He thinks the team should be held accountable for being so bad that he quit paying attention and got struck by the ball as a result. We hear a list of things that we learned as a result of the Covid pandemic, and one of them involves Susie's footwear.Listen to more podcasts like this: https://wavepodcastnetwork.comConnect with us on social media:BCP Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/braincandypodcastSusie's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/susiemeisterSarah's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/imsarahriceBCP on X: https://www.x.com/braincandypodSponsors:Visit https://www.carawayhome.com/BRAINCANDY10 or use code BRAINCANDY10 at checkout to take an additional 10% off your next purchase.Get 40% off your first box PLUS get a free item in every box for life when you go to https://www.hungryroot.com/BRAINCANDY and use code BRAINCANDYGo to https://paireyewear.com and use code BCP for 15% off your first pair.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Episode SummaryIn the final episode of the Mind War series on the Satisfied program, Ryan Swanson tackles a difficult but crucial topic: desire. Is the struggle in our thought life something we must simply manage forever, or does God offer more? With biblical clarity and pastoral empathy, Ryan shares the hope that victory isn't just about saying “no”—it's about saying “yes” to Jesus, and discovering the peace of a transformed mind.Topics DiscussedThe distinction between temptation and desireCan God change your desires?Testimonies of men battling addiction and cravingIsaiah 26:3 and the key to perfect peaceReframing the battle: it's not a yes/no choice, it's a multiple choiceDesire, availability, and isolation in thought life strugglesWhy saying “yes” to Christ is the only path to victoryWhat David teaches us about longing in Psalm 63Encouragement to fight the battle, but aim for peaceKey TakeawaysThe goal of spiritual warfare isn't just a good fight—it's peace.Saying “no” to sin is not enough; victory comes by saying “yes” to Christ.God may want to do more than help you resist sin—He may want to change what you desire.Perfect peace is possible, not when you try harder, but when your mind is stayed on Christ.Your journey is not just about fighting gratification but about learning to be satisfied in Jesus.Ready to download the Cord App? Find it here!Download the Satisfied Battle Plan or listen to the rest of the series here!Satisfied is a monthly program on the Thee Generation Podcast designed to offer practical tools based on biblical principles so that anyone can experience full purity and lead others to do the same. To ask questions or share testimonies, send an email to satisfied@theegeneration.org. If you've been encouraged by this podcast, please take the time to give us a five-star rating and write a brief review. That would help tremendously in getting the word out and raising the visibility of the Thee Generation for others. For more faith inspiring resources and information about joining Thee Generation, please visit theegeneration.org.

Episode 1504: Pretty Girls

In this eye-opening class, we dive deep into the powerful forces of jealousy, lust, and honor-seeking—three drives that Rabbi Elazar HaKappar warns can take a person out of this world. But where do these impulses come from? Why do they have such a strong hold on us? And most importantly, what can we do to rise above them?We explore the roots of these desires, how they show up in daily life, and how Jewish wisdom offers transformative antidotes to each one. Through timeless teachings and real-life applications, you'll walk away with clarity, tools for inner strength, and a renewed perspective on what truly matters.

Schwerer könnten die weltpolitischen Zeiten nicht sein, in denen sich die „Gruppe der Sieben“ in den kanadischen Rocky Mountains trifft. Themen gibt es beim G7 Gipfel viele. Sie handeln von Migration, dem Umgang mit China, dem Zollstreit und der weiteren Unterstützung der Ukraine und dem fortgesetzten Krieg in Gaza. Jetzt ist noch der Raketenkrieg zwischen Israel und dem Iran dazugekommen. Wie das Treffen ausgehen wird, ist schwer vorherzusagen, weil unklar ist, ob es mit US-Präsident Donald Trump eine gemeinsame Politik geben kann. Aktuell scheint Europa auf sich allein gestellt und die BRICS-Staaten mit China, Russland und Indien fordern den „alten Westen“ zunehmend heraus, während es für Bundeskanzler Friedrich Merz das erste Treffen auf internationaler Bühne ist - die erste größere Bewährungsprobe. Aber welchen Wert hat diese Bühne heute noch? Und was ist vom einstigen „Westen“ übriggeblieben? Eine neue Zeit scheint angebrochen zu sein, in der es auch darum geht, neue Partner zu finden und vielleicht auch einen „neuen Westen“ zu bilden. Wir blicken auf den G7-Gipfel in Kanada und sprechen mit unserem Korrespondenten vor Ort. Der Historiker Sebastian Conrad blickt mit uns auf die Geschichte des Westens. Außerdem sprechen wir über Chinas Anspruch, Weltmacht zu werden und wie westliche Werte in diesen herausfordernden Zeiten verteidigt werden können. Podcast-Tipp: Politikum - der Meinungspodcast Politikum ist der Podcast für alle, die Lust auf echte Diskussionen haben, auf Argumente statt Lagerdenken. Die Kolleg:innen bieten Orientierung und verschiedene Perspektiven auf Politik und Gesellschaft - immer mit dem Humor, der die Welt erträglicher macht. Die Hosts diskutieren mit Menschen aus Wissenschaft und Politik und mitten aus dem Leben über die Themen unserer komplizierten Zeit. https://1.ard.de/politikum-der-meinungspodcast

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Never Have I Ever.Cass finds the stud in her buddy Andrew.Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess. Listen to the Podcast at My first Time.Cassie gasped, jumping in her seat as the clap of thunder and splitting bolt of lightning across the screen lit the theater like daylight for an instant. In her momentary panic, she grabbed at the armrest, the fingers of her left hand finding instead the warm forearm of her fellow movie-goer and best friend, Andrew.Their met eyes for a moment, hers still wide with residual surprise and his glittering with amusement. With a blush for her silly panic and for the unexpected touch, she took her hand away, crossing her arms across her stomach and turning her face back to the screen.Recently, for reasons she couldn't entirely understand, Cassie had begun to feel awkward around Andrew.Too often she found herself blushing for small things, or giggling nervously, or losing the courage to do things like brush a hand through his hair or jump on his back for a piggy-back ride; things that a few months earlier she would have done without thinking.It was their stupid friend Margaret who'd started it, with her talk of "friends with benefits." Cassie had never considered the idea that her tall, gangly Andy could be, as Margaret had put it, "a certified hottie." They'd been friends for so long that she could no longer hold herself far enough away from him to be able to see him with an objective, appraising eye.Andrew's lips suddenly brushed her ear as he leaned over close to whisper to her, and she nearly jumped again. "The scary part's coming," he murmured, offering his shoulder as a place for her to hide her eyes.Ah, this was why she loved him so. Who else would understand how much she loved horror films; and how deeply they terrified her? Who would take the time to go to these films first without her, then come back to see them a second time, ready to point out all the really horrific scenes so that she could hide her face and not be scarred beyond belief?No doubt he would also stay with her after the movie tonight, curled in an uncomfortable ball on the floor next to her bed to act as her protector. He snored and drooled and would probably sleep through the apocalypse, but somehow having him there still made her feel better.When the film ended, the heroine narrowly escaping by boat as the only survivor, Cassie and Andrew filed out into the chilly, early autumn night. Cassie shivered, and Andrew dropped a friendly arm around her shoulders."Did you like it?" Cassie asked."It was alright. Definitely better this time than when I watched it by myself. Your reactions are priceless," Andrew said with a laugh."I can't help it! I jump at the jumps, I'm scared of the scary parts; that's what's supposed to happen when you go see a horror movie!""I wasn't complaining. I'm amused.""Hey, I saw you jump a little when he came out from under the shed to grab that girl's ankles.""Strictly for your benefit. I am never scared.""Oh? Well, good. You can stay up and keep watch tonight. Make sure no creepers come in my house in the middle of the night to chop me up for their stew."Andrew stifled a yawn, shaking his head. "An all-night vigil? Fat chance of that. You'd have to stay up with me."Immediately, Cassie began to think of ways she might keep him awake, each a little more risqué than the last, and she blushed again. What was it about him tonight that made her think such silly thoughts? He was joking with her, being her almost-brotherly friend as he always had been. The flirtatious edge was something she was imagining, she knew."Whatever you want, just keep the monsters away from me!" Cassie cried with a melodramatic wave of her arms. She ducked out from under his arm, darted the last few feet to the door of his car and leapt inside.The drive to her house was quiet, each of them thinking their own private thoughts in companionable silence. Once they got to the house, Cassie began to feel again a twinge of that fear she had experienced in the theater. The darkness, the quiet, the sense of waiting, it unnerved her enough that she let Andrew lead the way through the front door, clinging to his arm as if that would save her if some slasher movie antagonist were waiting on the other side."I don't want to go to sleep yet," Cassie said as they marched to her room, Andrew turning on lights as they went. "I'm all antsy. Let's play a game or something, huh?"Cassie had a grand total of three board games, one of which was nothing more than a sticky Candy Land board, devoid of any cards or playing pieces; there was little there with which to while away the evening hours."Let's play Never Have I Ever," Cassie suggested, and Andrew shrugged, his preferred signal of acquiescence.They sat on either end of her bed, both cross-legged, facing each other and hugging pillows in their laps. Each of them held up all ten fingers, ready to play."Never have I ever...read Hamlet," Andrew said by way of starting. Cassie shook her head."No, that's boring!""What? We always do stuff like that.""I know! Let's talk about something more fun than our reading lists and bodily functions." She eyed him beadily, daring him to repeat his disgusting scatological comments from the last time they'd played this game."Like what?""Like..." Cassie considered and discarded a dozen suggestions instantly, filing them away as either too mild or far too dirty. "Like, never have I ever kissed someone below the chin.""Really, never?""Never ever.""I'm not putting a finger down for that. It's dumb. You can't seriously have gotten to be nearly twenty years old and never done that.""But I haven't!""Come here. Kiss me right here on the neck, and then think of another one." He was laughing, but he did lean forward and pull his shirt away from the side of his neck, clearly intending for her to follow through.With another blush; would they never stop?; she bent and pressed her lips quickly to the spot where his neck met his shoulder. It was brief, but she was still pleasantly surprised by how warm his skin was there."Alright, now think of a better one than that," Andrew said with another laugh, sitting back."I can't think of anything. You say one.""Alright, fine. Never have I ever...made out with a hot girl who was sober."It was Cassie's turn to laugh. "Wait, how many drunk hot girls have you made out with?""Just one, but she was scorching.""Oh, prettier than me, huh?" She meant it as a joke, but her tone fell a little short of the levity she was going for, and she ended up sounding a great deal more jealous than she felt."Well, no, I mean, not prettier than you, per se..."Cassie gave him her most dramatic look of mock-hurt. "You don't think I'm pretty, Andrew?""Are you kidding? You're beautiful, Cass. But you're...you know...you're Cassie."A jolt of something like fear, but entirely not, shot through Cassie's stomach. He'd never said that before, that she was beautiful. True, he'd qualified it, but at the same time...he thought she was beautiful. Her face warmed."I'm tempted to make you make out with me and pick another one, just because you were so obnoxious about mine," Cassie said, laughing.Andrew laughed once, but then his smile became something decidedly more inviting."Oh, really? That wasn't obnoxious. I was merely pointing out that there are things in this life that you should have done in your teenage years.""And making out with a girl with no alcohol involved is definitely something you should have done. I still have another couple months before I'm out of my teens. You've missed the boat already! Anything you do now is necessary just to catch up.""So you think I should have done...this?" He rolled up onto his hands and knees, which put his face directly in front of hers, an inch or two away. After a pause, their lips touched, and in her surprise at the suddenness of it she broke the kiss to suck in a startled breath.He backed away a couple of inches, thinking he'd startled her unpleasantly, but Cassie followed him, leaning forward until they were separated by a mere sliver of air. Andrew kissed her again, softly at first, but then inspiration seemed to strike, and he sat up a little, putting his hands on either side of her face to hold her to him. When he finally released her, both of them were breathing a little harder, eyes a little wide, movements a little uncertain."So," Andrew said, clearing his throat and sitting back. "So, I guess I can't use that one anymore. Unless you've been drinking, of course?" Still too stunned to react properly to his comic jabs, she merely shook her head. "I thought not. You're not alcoholic enough to sneak a flask into a movie theater. Well, is it your turn to think of one, then, or are you going to make me go again?""I, um..." Cassie shook her head a little, cleared her throat. "Well, let's see. Never have I ever..." She thought of the moment earlier when Andrew had pulled his shirt back from his neck, showing off the lovely, muscled shoulders he was secretly proud of. She wondered if the rest of him was as nice as his shoulders. "Never have I ever seen any of my friends naked."Andrew's eyebrows shot up. "What, you've never been in a locker room before?""When would I have been in a locker room?" Cassie laughed. She was not the athletic sort, as Andrew was well aware."Still, never? Like, you've never gone streaking, skinny dipping, changed in front of each other, anything?"Cassie shook her head, grinning. Andrew stood up next to the bed. "Well, I can't let that go unchanged. Seriously, nudity among friends; it's a rite of passage!"He seized the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head, dumping it unceremoniously on the floor before going to work on his belt. Cassie watched with a mixture of horrified amazement that he was actually stripping naked in her bedroom, laughable discomfort because it was Andrew, and a growing appetite for the new perspective she was gaining on him, this thought of him as a real, handsome, sexy boy; not just her buddy Andrew.His pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them, standing awkwardly in his boxers for a moment before seizing the waistband and tugging those down to his ankles, too. Cassie couldn't help but stare; she'd never seen any boy totally naked, and here was a very fine specimen of man, standing in front of her with much less self-consciousness than she would have expected.After a moment, he bent to pull his boxers and pants back on, but Cassie protested."Aw, you're going to put it all back on?" she asked jokingly. "Here I thought you were going to play the rest of the game that way."Shrugging, Andrew sat back at the end of the bed as he had been, with the notable difference that he was now stark naked. "This hardly seems fair.""What do you mean?""I'm totally hanging free here, and you're still bundled up like a nun. A little reciprocation would be fair, don't you think?"Cassie shuddered at the idea of Andrew seeing her naked. She was self-conscious enough about seeing herself in the mirror.But Andrew was staring at her expectantly, and she knew he would play along no more without this quid pro quo. She stood nervously, then pulled her shirt up over her head, dropping it beside her. Andrew just watched, expressionless except for his small smile, so she carried on.Her skirt followed her shirt to the floor, and then with a deep breath she unclasped her bra in the back and dropped that onto the pile as well. Without looking at Andrew, and with a face undoubtedly colored like a beet, she slipped her panties off, sliding them down her long bare legs and kicking them off onto the pile of discarded clothes.Andrew's eyes took in every inch of her nudity, and he sighed; she thought she heard him say "Cass" under his breath. When his eyes trailed back up to meet hers, he smiled. "And now neither of us can use that one."Cassie sat back down, a little closer to Andrew this time, their knees touching. "It's your turn."Andrew hadn't taken his eyes away from her yet, and still didn't as he answered without hesitation, "Never have I ever touched every inch of a girl's naked body." His hands were already reaching out to touch her shoulders, trail along her leg, cup her face. Grabbing her legs, he pulled her farther down on the bed so that she could fit lying down without hitting her head on the headboard. He took her face in his hands and kissed her sweetly."Andrew!" Cassie cried in a voice that was half a laugh when they paused to breathe. "What are you doing?""Not sure yet," Andrew said absently, tucking her hair behind her ears and kissing her soundly.Cassie could feel her heart beating in every extremity; had she ever been able to feel every inch of her hypersensitive skin the way she could now? Andrew did not stop kissing her as his hands fell away from her face, slipped down her neck and gently ran over her tits to her stomach. When his thumbs grazed over her nipples, a shock wave ran down through her torso, straight to that soft, dark place between her legs. She had never been as aware of that spot as she was at that instant.Andrew was kneeling over her now as she lay back on the bed, and in their mutual nudity it was impossible for him to hide his body's appreciation of this turn of events. His erection brushed against her thigh as he shifted, and she tensed, the unfamiliarity suddenly overwhelming her.The kissing stopped immediately; Andrew sat back, concern on his face. "Is this okay? Are you-- I mean, is this too weird?""No, no," she assured him, and she meant it. All this felt surprisingly natural, even as quickly as it was moving; as if this was the most obvious and right state for them to be in, and everything they had been and done before had been awkward and unsatisfying. "Please come back."He acquiesced with a vengeance, the force of his kiss pinning her to the bed as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and grasped the back of his neck with the other. When he suddenly moved to change positions, he almost lifted her off the bed in his enthusiasm as she clung to him. She admired for a moment the powerful muscles of his abdomen and lower body when he sat up on his knees to shift, putting himself between her legs.She was unbelievably, overwhelmingly aroused, almost to the point of discomfort; she could feel the slickness of her own juices between her thighs as she moved over on the bed to center herself, and when she spread her legs apart to give Andrew a place to kneel, the cold air of the room was a shock on her wet flesh.Andrew's hands were on her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on the skin of her stomach as his kisses began to trail downward; along her neck, across her collarbone, up the mound of her tit. His mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue moving torturously slowly in a narrowing spiral around it, ending at last in a fierce, cat-tongue lick and a small, playful nip.The muscles in Cassie's stomach tightened suddenly, jerking her, forcing a small gasp out from between her lips. Andrew smiled against her skin.One hand slid away from her hip, along the outside of her leg, fingers dragging lazily across the skin of her thigh. He folded his hand so that only his index finger pressed against her skin as he worked his way back up, running it along between her legs as she squirmed. At length, his finger found the already wet-slick folds of her nether lips, teasing them apart and sliding from her clit to her drenched opening.Her fingers tightened on the skin of his back, her mouth dropping open; it seemed suddenly as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the room, and the lack made her deliciously dizzy. He pulled back from her a little, watching her face as his finger slid up and down slowly.She couldn't get enough of his face, especially the tiny smile, like he had a secret and was going to tell her in little pieces, stretched out over the night. There was something strange and thrilling about watching him touch her; he seemed to waver between being the Andrew she'd always known and trusted more than anyone else in the world, and a completely different man, surprisingly sexy, totally aware of what she wanted and needed and ached for."Is this really happening?"She didn't realize she'd spoken the words aloud until Andrew paused in his finger's ministrations and bent to bury his face in her neck, whispering between kisses, "It must be, unless we're both sharing the best dream I've ever had."He sat up, eyes on her body like he was trying to memorize it. His hand started to move again, faster, his fingertip teasing her clit and sending alarmingly powerful jolts of pleasure through her body. Her toes and fingers were going numb in waves of tingles. She was blazing hot inside; her skin ought to be steaming in the air of the room.And at the core of her, so close to his hand, she began to feel an almost unbearable emptiness, as if he'd stolen a piece of her and he alone could return it. She closed her eyes, concentrated. She was so empty; she was a shell made only of feverish skin, holding nothing but this raging inferno and a desperate, gaping vacancy.

Lust promises love but leaves devastation. This message traces the tragic story of Amnon and Tamar to reveal how lust distorts love, seeks validation, demands control, and ultimately brings shame. It doesn't stay private—its ripple effects harm others and even future generations. Yet, through David's repentance in Psalm 51, we see that God doesn't reject the broken. He restores them. For anyone trapped in lust or wounded by it, Jesus offers healing, cleansing, and redemption.

This weekend, we dove into 1 John 2:12–17 and 5:21 with a message called “Idol Demolition.” As we celebrated Father’s Day, we looked at the tension between loving God and loving the world — and the idols that subtly steal our hearts.

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It Took Cupid's ArmyCan I woo the girl who knows my embarrassing childhood?Based on a post by Mac G. Listen to the podcast at Connected.Even though it is right in front of you, you don't always see what's good for you. Sometimes you need a little nudge. This is about a couple of mine.When I was five, Jenny's family moved in directly across the street from us. Our families became good friends right away. Due to the fact that there was nobody else our age living nearby (Jenny is three months older than I am), we soon became inseparable.She had no trouble keeping up with me in the rough and tumble things I wanted to do, and I had no problems playing house with her when she wanted. One of our parents always had to shoo us home at night because we would never think about it ourselves. I once tried to get my parents to let Jenny spend the night, but they said it was not right for girls to spend the night with boys.Although I missed it at the time, the first indication that Jenny and I would end up together came when we were fourteen. I was over at her house watching TV with her and her dad. As we sat there, the doorbell rang. Jenny got up to answer it. She came back a moment later followed by a policeman."Mr. Adams," he said, "I'm afraid I have some bad news."Jenny's dad got up to stand next to her. I stood a few feet behind them."I'm really sorry to say that there has been an accident. A drunk ran a red light and hit your wife's car," the policeman stated."What! When? Where? How is she?" Mr. Adams asked."The paramedics did their best, but I'm afraid she didn't make it. I am truly sorry."At this point, Jenny turned around and looked at me, tears pouring from her eyes. She ran to me, buried her head in my shoulder and sobbed. I guided her to the couch and sat her down. Holding her gently, I let her cry herself out, trying to soothe her as best as I could.After about fifteen minutes, Mr. Adams finished up with the policeman and came over to sit next to us. Jenny had calmed down a little and was just crying lightly. He took Jenny in his arms and held her. I got up and called my parents telling them what had happened. They both came right over.After a lot of consoling and grief, Dad left with Mr. Adams to tend to the body while Mom stayed with Jenny and I. Mom told me later how proud she was of me and for handling the situation and comforting Jenny so well. Years later, Mr. Adams said he'd kill me if I told Jenny, but that it hurt a little when Jenny turned to me, instead of him, for comfort upon hearing the news about her mom.The First NudgeI have always thought differently about Jenny than anyone else. Even during those awkward adolescent times all boys go through in which girls are gross and have cooties, I never felt that way about Jenny. It was like my mind thought, 'That's not a girl, that's Jenny'. The trouble was that as I grew into a teenager and began to notice girls, it was the same thing; I didn't realize just how beautiful Jenny was becoming.Ironically, it was on a date with someone else in the summer between our Junior and Senior years that her beauty was pointed out to me. We had been having a great time: Dinner, movie, and ice cream afterwards. It was close to time to take my date home."Anne, can I ask you a question?" I asked."Sure, what's up?""Well, when I asked you out, you seemed a little surprised. Pleased, but surprised. I got the same response from Sarah Jansen last month, and I was wondering if it was true you were surprised, and if so, why?"Anne smiled and hesitated a moment before answering."Yes, it's true I was a little surprised and I'm sure Sarah was as well. The reason is we keep expecting you two knuckleheads to wake up and see what a good thing you've got.""Knuckleheads? What two knuckleheads?" I asked."Okay, it looks like it's up to me to straighten you out, although I really shouldn't," she sighed. "I'm going to do this in a roundabout way. I'm going to ask you a bunch of questions. Some of them may seem silly, and some might be embarrassing, but I need you to trust me and answer them all honestly.""Okay, I'll try.""Good. Now first question: Do you think I'm pretty?""Of course I do. Most guys in school do.""Thank you," she said, blushing a little, "Now, I know all guys have different ideas about the ideal woman, but am I your ideal? Be honest.""No, you're not." I said a little chagrinned."Hey, don't worry about it. I asked for honesty. I'm somebody's ideal and I'll find them one day. Let's concentrate on your ideal woman. I'll say an attribute and you tell me what you like. You okay with this?""I guess.""Ok, height?""Your height, perhaps a little taller.""Hair?""Red, long and straight.""Longer than my shoulder length?" Anne asked."Yes.""Eyes?""Green.""Mouth?""Don't know. Never thought about that.""Not a problem. Now, don't get embarrassed, but look at my tits."I couldn't help it, I turned crimson, but I looked briefly. She had very nice tits."That's what I like about you, Tony; even with permission you don't ogle at a girl's chest. Most guys would be glued there right now. Ok, what would you change?""Nothing, I really like your tits," I said, turning even redder, if that were possible."Thanks, so do I. There's definitely something there to attract attention, but not too much. What about the butt? Do you like big butts?""Not really.""What about legs?""Long, with a good muscle structure.""Great. Now, here is what you just told me is your ideal woman; 5'9" or 5'10" tall, long, straight red hair, green eyes, an athletic build, long muscular legs leading up to a nice tight butt. Is that an accurate description?""Yes, that would be correct.""And you still don't see it do you?""I guess not. See what?""You just perfectly described Jenny Adams."I sat there for a moment. She was right of course, but I had never made the connection."Did you know that most guys think Jenny is the best looking girl in school? Many also think you are an idiot for not dating her. You've been best friends for so long you two cannot see it any other way. You should start looking at Jenny as the beautiful woman she is. With the great friendship you've already built, you two would make a perfect couple. Think about it, you dope," Anne ordered with a grin."I will, I promise," I said. "Now, I'd better get you home before your dad sends out the posse."I drove her home in silence. When I walked her to the door, I said, "Thanks a lot for telling me that, Anne. I guess it's true it's sometimes hard to see what is right in front of your nose.""You're welcome. I'm sure you two will be very happy together. Now, I don't usually do this on a first date, but as I'm pretty sure I've just ensured there won't be a second one, kiss me good night.""Gladly."I leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss. She was having none of that. Throwing her arms around my neck she pulled me in for a nice, hard kiss. It seemed to last forever, breaking only when we ran out of air."Thanks, that's just what I wanted," she said smiling. "Now, go get her, Tiger!" With that, she turned and went inside.It's a good thing the route home was so familiar, as I was not paying too much attention to where I was going; I was thinking about Jenny. She was beautiful. She was also a great person. She was funny and fun to be around; kind to everyone; caring with genuine compassion; helpful whenever you needed her. She had so many wonderful qualities that it's hard to think of them all.Two days later, Jenny was over at my house watching TV. As the movie ended, she turned to me, saying, "Okay, Tony, what's up? You've been quiet all day and you've been giving me some funny looks."I hesitated before answering, unsure as to how to answer. I was really nervous about how this would go. I took a deep breath."Jenny, will you go out with me on Friday?" I asked her."Sure, we can get together and...""No, please, that's not what I mean. I don't want to just get together; I want to go on a date, a real date."She looked at me with her eyebrows raised. I could see the wonder in her eyes."Look, Jenny, I know we've been friends for a long time, you've always been my best friend, but lately I've been seeing you in a different light. I've always known you were pretty, but I'm starting to see just how beautiful you really are. I've always known you were a girl, but now I'm seeing you as a woman. We're friends but I'd like to see if maybe we could be more."She sat there, deep in thought. I waited for her to decide.After several minutes I added, "I know this is sudden. You don't have to answer now if you want to think about it for a while. Don't be afraid to say no. Nothing will change if you say no."She smiled at me and said, "I don't need to wait. Of course I'll go on a date with you. I just wasn't expecting it. What brought this about?""I'll tell you, I promise, but not right now. What time do you want to start?""Um, I'll let you know.""Fine. Want a Coke?""Sure."I went a got one for each of us. We watched some more TV, neither one of us talking much. When she left to go home, she paused at the door and gave me a long look, smiling slightly.The rest of the week seemed to last forever. Jenny must have said something to her dad, and he spoke to my parents, because on Wednesday evening Mom came into my room, announcing, "Let me know what you plan on wearing for your big date Friday, and I'll make sure it's clean and nicely pressed.""Okay, Mom, thanks. I'm not sure...wait, how did you know about Friday?""Moms just know," she said, grinning. "If there's anything else I can do for you, let me know."When Friday came, I had still not told her what I wanted to wear, having changed my mind several times. I went out in the afternoon to get a haircut. When I got back home, there was a brand new outfit laying on my bed waiting. It was perfect. As I was getting ready, my dad came in my room."Here, try some of this," he said, handing me a bottle of cologne. "It's a very popular scent.""Thanks, Dad.""Also, a good date needs a good ride. Take my car tonight."I was stunned. Dad rarely let's anyone drive his car. He had saved for years to afford it. "Are you sure?" I asked."Yes, I'm sure. I got it cleaned up nicely today and it's got a full tank of gas. Enjoy yourself.""Wow, thanks, Dad! You're awesome."When the time came, I walked across to her house and knocked. Mr. Adams answered."Come on in Tony, she'll be right down. Where are you going tonight?" he asked."I made a reservation at that new Italian place south of the mall. After that, we'll just see. Probably a movie later on," I answered.We heard the sound of Jenny coming down the stairs. I turned to see her and was stunned. She was wearing a light green sun dress that stopped just above her knees. Her legs looked great, tapering to a pair of strappy sandals with a 2½-inch heel. Her red hair cascaded down over the front of her shoulders, framing her face nicely. Jenny's eyes were sparkling and she was grinning from ear to ear.I walked up to her as she got to the bottom of the stairs."I've never seen you look more beautiful," I said.She blushed a little and said, "Thanks, you look great, too."We walked back to her dad."Have fun tonight you two," he said. "I've talked to your parents, Tony, and for tonight, and tonight only, there is no curfew for you two - just don't push it too far.""We won't, Mr. Adams, I promise," I said.We walked across the street to the car. Jenny's eyes got huge when she saw we were heading to Dad's car. We drove to the restaurant in an awkward silence. As we were waiting for the table, I reached out and took her hand in mine. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea, as I figured she could feel that my heart was beating about 200 times a minute. Jenny just smiled at me and squeezed it gently.Dinner went well. The talking started slow, but we loosened up some as things went on. By the end I think I had my heart down to about 150.

In dieser Folge „33 Fragen an…“ ist Arthur von bodenständig.art zu Gast – und was sollen wir sagen: Ein Gespräch wie ein Spaziergang durch seinen üppigen Garten.

 Being PreparedGirl Scouts Venture Into A Boy Scout Camp.Based on a post by Dimension Of Desire. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.It was Summer in the early 70's, and I was away at Boy Scout camp. I was still a virgin. The camp was large and sprawling, located deep in a remote forest. Aside from the main camp building that stood adjacent to a large lake, there were individual campsites for each troop. The camp was so large that it required a fair hike to get to the next troop's campsite.My own troop was camped high on a ridge in the forest. Roughly a dozen boy scouts with raging hormones shared six over-sized tents, two campers per tent, with each tent mounted on a large wooden platform. Nights were spent talking about girls of course, which only stoked those raging hormones. The talk was explicit, as long as our scout leader, who was camped slightly downhill from us, wasn't within earshot.Two weeks of camp in the remote forest passed painfully slow. I was quite tall and lean, not as athletic as my counterparts, and took a bit more ribbing and abuse than average from my peers. We were among the more senior scouts. It was the summer between high school and my first year of college. I had just turned eighteen and was looking forward to autumn when I could enter the next phase of scouting, which was called Explorers. I loved scouting, but the thought of becoming an Explorer was intriguing, more so because Explorers were co-ed.The ribbing got so bad one day that I went for a hike alone in the forest. I came upon an unoccupied campsite with a large platform tent that had a steel cot with a thick, clean mattress. Over the next several days I made it my own secret getaway. It was a comfortable escape where I could enjoy solo time with a few books that I had brought with me. I was a bit of a bookworm back then.Back at camp we sat around the fire after returning from lunch at the mess hall. The mess hall was on the second floor of the main camp building which overlooked the massive lake below. The Director gave announcements and recognized several schouts who complete merit badges and a bunch of us who'd successfully earned our mile swim badges.We sang the scout motto song as we cleared our tables and departed.Be be be prepared,The motto of the Boy Scouts.Be be be prepared,The motto of the scouts!Prepared! Prepared!The motto of the boy scouts.Prepared! Prepared!The motto of the scouts. Hey!After an uneventful lunch we headed back to our campsite which required a two mile hike. There wasn't much to do that afternoon. The lakefront had been shut down to prepare for a camp-wide water competition the next day.Time passed slowly. Back at our campsite we noticed another troop hiking through the other side of the ravine at a distance, but didn't take much notice. It was probably just another group of campers passing through for their backpacking or Orienteering merit badges.But then I noticed that something was different about the hikers; they weren't boys!I snatched a pair of binoculars from my tent. Sure enough, they weren't boys, they were Senior Girl Scouts. My heart raced, and I felt something automatically stirring down below. I could hardly get the words out of my mouth to my comrades; "gurr; ga ga, girls!"In an instant there were twelve horny boys hanging precipitously over a long rock ledge, each with binoculars, spying about a dozen or so very cute girls hiking down slope from us. Their trajectory led right towards our scout leader's tent. From a distance, the girls looked pretty, about the same age range as ourselves, guided by a pretty blonde Girl Scout leader that appeared to be in her mid- to late 20's.To describe the boys as being excited would be an understatement. Their eyes were glued to their binoculars. One boy even set up a telescope on a tripod to get a better view. He positioned himself in a prone position, and looked like a machine gunner preparing to fire. I am sure he wanted to fire his live bullets up inside their fertile bellies.Of course the discussion quickly turned to sex. Most of the boys were focused on the hot blonde Girl Scout leader who wore rather tiny, tight green shorts. Her white short-sleeve blouse was tied under her large tits, exposing her incredibly narrow, bare waist. Every one of boys had some sort of comment, each expressing essentially the same thing; they all wanted to fuck her. I could see one boy stroking himself in his sweatpants, and trying to hide it. He never did live that one down. Suffice to say, every one of us had a massive hard-on.What seemed to be a typical hot, boring, mid-summer afternoon isolated deep in the remote forest had suddenly become every teenage boy's fantasy come to life. We had a perfect view of some of the cutest girls we had ever seen. We were all high on the thought of what each one of us imagined we'd like to do with them. Our primitive male instincts naturally kicked into high gear.We scurried back to our tents as soon as we noticed our scout leader heading for our campsite. We did a good job not being caught spying. He called to wake us from our supposed siesta, and sat us around the camp fire. He explained that a troop of Girl Scouts were hiking through the area en route to the far side of the lake where other Girl Scout troops were holding their summer camp several miles to the East. Aware that we were a cauldron of hormones ready to erupt, he issued strict orders to keep our distance from the girls. He had arranged to put the troop of girls up for the night at an adjacent campsite about a quarter mile from ours. Anyone caught anywhere close to the girls camp site would result in immediate termination of their summer stay.As if that was going to work; ha! He left us and returned to his own camp site. The troop of girls had disappeared by then, but about an hour later one of the boys noticed the Girl Scout leader returning, alone, to our scout leader's campsite. The two of them sat side-by-side on a large log and talked. We were beyond earshot to hear anything except the rustling of the leaves around us. Of course we all high-fived each other about our scout leader, who was single and in his late twenties. A good-looking stud in his own right, he was studying to become a minister. We just couldn't see him as one, and don't think he became one after that event.The pair disappeared into his tent. We were beyond giddy imagining what they might be doing with each other, but quickly realized that it was the perfect opportunity to go find the girl's camp. We knew that it wouldn't take long for the news of the girl's presence to spread like wildfire throughout the rest of the camp, after which the area would become strictly off-limits, and guarded like Fort Knox. We had to act fast.We made our way through the backwoods and quickly found the girl's camp. We made sure to wear backpacks to make it look like we just happened to come upon their camp while hiking. It worked. When we emerged from the trail, there, in the isolated camp site, stood twelve of the prettiest girls, all dressed in their regulation Girl Scout uniforms, and us boys wearing our regulation Boy Scout uniforms. I don't think you could find a single girl or boy at that moment that was disappointed. At first the girls looked slightly alarmed, but after they huddled for a few moments their frowns quickly turned to big smiles. The girls then scurried to offer us a place to rest and pampered us with snacks, drinks, and lots of attention.  I even charted our compass settings and paces, under the guise of preparing for a test.We mentioned that when we left our campsite, their Girl Scout leared was still in our scoutmaster's tent, with just him. Eyebrows raised and girls chuckled.It was the only time in my young existence that I can recall a place where a group of teen boys and girls were practically drowning in a sea or raging hormones. It was difficult to conceal the large bulges in our Boy Scout trousers. We wore the classic tan Boy Scout pants and tan short-sleeve shirts, complete with badge-laden sashes, canvas belts, neckerchiefs and clasps. Be Prepared was our motto, but we were certainly not prepared for this! That garb was only worn at official ceremonies, but we were too stupid to know the girls figured we were just trying to impress them. They played along.After a bit of banter, the boys and girls naturally split up into pairs or foursomes, having conversations with each other. Flirting was on display, but nothing else happened at first. Everyone was on the lookout for the scout leaders; thank goodness for walkie-talkies.One Girl Scout in particular sparked my interest. To me she was a little goddess. I was tall, approaching six feet, and she was a petite little thing, standing all of five feet tall, if that. I felt my heart drop into the pit my gut when our eyes met. She appeared to be about my age with big green eyes and silky straight auburn hair with long, straight bangs.All of the girls were Senior Girl scouts. Senior Girl Scouts were more mature Girl Scouts that wore dark green skirts with the Girl Scout emblem prominently displayed on the left waistband of their skirt. They all wore tight white button-down short-sleeve shirts with the green Girl Scout clover embroidered on the shirt pocket, very sexy. Some of the girls were more developed than others, but the one that caught my eye was clearly well endowed.I knew our time was short. After some initial talk and innocent flirting, it was clear that the two of us had made an instant and powerful connection. Our hearts raced, practically beating right through our uniforms. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. I practically came when she leaned into me and placed her hand high on my upper thigh only an inch or so from my crotch. She uttered something about primitive camping in the wild. That's exactly what I was thinking; wild!We were fortunate to enjoy almost two full hours with the girls. Some of the boys began making out with the girls in their tents. Mine leaned in for a kiss; I was more than happy to oblige. As her lips made contact with mine I discovered heaven on earth. Her lips were soft and thick; utter perfection as mine melted into hers. Her name was Rebecca. She asked me to call her Becky.The fun didn't last long enough. We were alerted that the scout leaders had emerged from their little nookie nest. That was our cue to make a quick exit and evacuate before the enemy returned. As we concluded yet another long, slow kiss I peered into the deep pools of Becky's bright green eyes and informed her, regretfully, that we had to part. We were resigned to the notion that this would be the first and last time we'd ever see each other, but as I prepared to bid her farewell, I took both of her hands in mine and told her about my secret enclave. I explained where it was in the unlikely event that she could break free later that evening.Behind a large tent I gave Becky a final farewell kiss, told her that she was the most beautiful and amazing girl I had ever met, and then bolted in an effort to catch up with the other boys. We escaped just moments before the Girl Scout leader returned.Back at our camp we gathered around the fire once more; boys feeling they had become men in just a short time. The boisterous talk was instantly curtailed when our scout leader approached, clueless about our afternoon shenanigans. We kept our secret well, and ribbed him about his extended visit with the hot-looking Girl Scout leader. One boy that acted as our lookout said that the Girl Scout leader appeared quite disheveled when she emerged from his tent, and he had been tucking his shirt and zipping up his pants. He insisted that they had only talked and discussed scout leader things, but we had fun insinuating more, after which he abruptly shut down our conversation and barked orders to prepare for the long hike to the mess hall for dinner. The mess hall was in the main building where roughly a thousand boys converged for meals twice daily.I suggested a friendly game of ‘capture the flag' between the two troops. But our scoutmaster strictly forbid any contact with the girls.We arrived at the mess hall. Scouts were required to show-up in full dress uniform, well pressed, and well groomed. When we entered the soaring mess hall with its massive wooden beams, there was a rather unusual hush. There, not far from our assigned table, sat the group of Girl Scouts. Hundreds of young guys and a handful of pretty gals, all dressed in their official Girl Scout uniforms. You could hear a pin drop. One of the boys sitting an adjacent table leaned over to me and muttered something crass about what he'd like to do to a few of them. I just smiled in response before returning to my meal, trying conceal occasional attempts to catch a glimpse of Becky.I was quick to arrange a swap of KP duty. That's kitchen patrol. We volunteer one person from each table, to help clean up and scrub the dishes.Looking toward the girl scout table, our eyes met and the two of us fell into a trance. I could visibly see the want in Becky's eyes, and a bit of sadness in her pouty lips. The sound of utensils clanging on dishes and discussions receded into the distance, becoming only a faint echo in my head. Only a few feet separated me from my entire world; though it might as well have been half a world away. There was nothing I could do to get any closer. My mind began to wander.I thought, if only I could muster enough courage to make some sort of grand gesture. I imagined myself pushing away from the table, walking straight over to Becky, lifting her high into my arms, and kissing her while the entire legion of boys erupted in cheers. Then again, I knew I'd more likely end-up unconscious and horizontal on a stretcher if I did, or worse.Whack! A slap from one of my buddies snapped me back to reality from my zombie state."What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked, for which I had no ready response. As Becky's face came back into focus I could see her laughing. I blushed with embarrassment.I went back to the counter for a refill of my drink. That's when Becky decided she too, needed more fluids. As I stood at the dispenser, she silently stood next to me. I mumbled just loud enough; “Volunteer for KP duty.”Dinner ended and I sadly found out the girls were honored guests, not required to serve KP. Oh well, it was a long shot. But the camp cook gave the girls a guided tour of the lodge, so I did get to wink at her twice, while washing down the tables and sweeping the floor.I made my way back to camp. When dusk began to fall I exited the rear of my tent with my day pack; and slipped undetected into the thick forest. The scout with whom I bunked had gone to the infirmary after becoming ill from dinner. That allowed me to escape unnoticed. I made it to my private enclave just as dusk settled in.Night was falling and I soon realized that I was going to remain there, alone. I began to pack up my things to return to my troop's campsite. Just as I emerged from the tent, there stood Becky, like an angel from heaven wearing a smile larger than the full moon that softly lit the landscape around us. Becky approached me, slowly, held out her hands, and grasped both of mine."I couldn't bear to leave here tomorrow without seeing you again." she said in a soft and sincere voice.There we stood, our hands clasped, and our eyes fixated upon each other. She was the ultimate image of sexy standing there in front of me. She wore the classic green socks embroidered with the Girl Scout emblem on each side, along with bright yellow flash garters that held them up. Her black patent Mary Janes were so shiny they reflected a little bit of her white panties from beneath her green Girl Scout skirt, which was now much shorter than I had recalled earlier that day.Becky looked up at me with those big green eyes which were slightly covered by her long silky straight bangs. Around her neck she wore a Girl Scout locket. I could partially see down her blouse and caught a brief glimpse of her cleavage.There we stood, silent. We didn't want to move, we just stared at each other and drank each other in. The look in her eyes was dreamy. That a girl could gaze upon me with such adoration was mind-blowing. I was falling in love for the first time in my young life.I had packed my tent lantern, but a fire within me was far hotter than any fire I could ever make with conventional wood. I took her hand in mine and gently led her into my tent. The tent was roomy and cozy. I had made it quite homey with a sleeping bag, blankets, and two pillows on the sturdy cot. We sat side-by-side, both feeling a little awkward, not knowing where to start or what to do next.I slipped my hand into hers, lifted my other hand, placed it gently on her cheek, and then brushed back her soft hair while bringing my lips close to hers, but not yet touching. My hand slipped down to her neck. Only our hot steamy breath separated our parted lips by mere millimeters. She closed her eyes; there wasn't anything either of us ever wanted more than to feel each other's lips touch at that moment.And they did. Our hearts connected as our lips met. We felt one with each other. Our sweet soft kisses said everything that needed to be said. Our kisses became deeper, longer, and more passionate as our tongues gently entangled. We never wanted this evening to end.She slowly raised her hands up to each side my face, paused, and made me look directly into her eyes. Now face-to-face, she pulled back slightly."I want you!" she asserted with absolute certainty.Becky stood up, her tight young body only inches in front of me. I remained seated. She backed away slightly, still grasping both of my hands. There she stood, the cutest, sexiest young lady that was beyond any divine creature I could ever conjure up in my dreams.I couldn't believe that this incredible sexy girl was standing there, right in front of me. Her cute round face, small slightly upturned nose, flawless complexion, and perfect body glowed in the moonlight. Her perky round tits protruded through her tight-fitting white blouse, partially obscured by the long green Girl Scout sash laden with merit badges that stretched from the top of her shoulder on one side, down to her opposite hip. She also wore the classic green Girl Scout necktie. Becky teasingly pointed to a patch on my own uniform that read "Be Prepared" and asked me if I was. Completely entranced and under her spell, I nodded to affirm.She began to dance in slow motion, teasing me with her tight curvy body, first moving in closer, then further away, almost like a seasoned stripper but remaining fully clothed. She leaned one shoulder into me. On the crest of her shoulder attached to her white blouse was a patch that read Girl Scouts U.S.A. I thought to myself, thank God for Girl Scouts!"Do you like Girl Scouts?" She quizzed in a teasing and seductive tone."I, I love one Girl Scout, I mean, I love this Girl Scout." quickly correcting myself."Right answer!" Becky shot back, moving in closer and sporting a broad smile.Truth be told, I always had it in for girls in uniform, especially girl scouts. I had attended private school for most of my youth, and the girls were allowed to wear their uniforms on days when they held meetings after school in the gym. I couldn't help but notice them every time. I am certain they knew the effect that they had on us boys. I would often head home after school and masturbate to the thought of fucking at least one of them, and I am sure that was par for most boys my age. And now here was my dream Girl Scout standing right in front of me, alone, on a warm summer night. My cock was rock hard, massive, and throbbing with only one desire, to impale this little vixen on it.Her writhing body made me melt. She spun around and leaned her back into my chest, slid down and then settled her tiny round ass squarely in my lap. She began grinding her cute bottom into my groin, leaned her head back to steal a kiss, but then feigned and pulled away. She did that repeatedly, teasing me, and taking me to the brink. This girl was quite the skilled temptress."Where did you learn to do that?" I asked."I have two older sisters, they showed me how to be with a boy" she shot back with a carefree chuckle.She spun around and pushed her tits into my chest, slithering up and landing a deep, wet kiss on my lips before standing up again between my parted legs. She then placed her hands on my knees and leaned down just far enough to make sure I could see her cleavage, then gently dropped to her knees between my legs. Her hands began to caress the bulge tenting through my trousers. Becky looked up at me through her long bangs."Hmmm, what do we have here?" asked the little temptress, rhetorically, as a wicked grin broke out on her face while her tiny hand caressed the erection in my pants.Becky slowly unzipped my trousers, pulled out my large, long cock, and began to stroke it. Her eyes bulged wide when she saw the actual size of my Boy Scout gear. Quite pleased, she lowered her head and wrapped her soft lips around it. Becky slid both lips over the tip of my tool and encircled it with her young skillful tongue. At one point she looked up at me with my cock in her mouth, her eyes peering through her long straight bangs, and then plunged back down on it. She did that repeatedly, sucking my cock with wanton delight, slowly at first, then faster."Hmm!" she moaned as her hungry mouth devoured my cock.Becky's moans were muted with her mouth full of my manhood, but the vibration only served to make me even harder. I was amazed watching this little girl take all eight inches of my hard cock down her throat. I did all I could to keep from ejaculating but it was mighty difficult. Becky had a skillful tongue that brought me to the brink of ejaculation multiple times. It became a bit of a game and challenge between us. She giggled because she knew I was about to explode. I resisted by resting my groin muscles each time I reached the brink, but she was determined to make me cum.Becky suddenly stood-up again, lifted my legs sideways, and stretched me horizontal on the mattress. She then straddled my hips, lifted her short green skirt, and pulled aside her white satin panties exposing her perfect teenage Twaut. The folds of her moist womanhood hovered only millimeters above the head of my cock, just waiting to be split open by it. She rolled her head back over her shoulders and played with her Twaut using two fingers, exhaling with pleasure. She then lowered one hand and gripped my hard shaft while simultaneously caressing her tits over her Girl Scout blouse, which appeared to be at least a size or two too small.We both remained fully dressed, maybe because we were worried that we might have to make a quick exit in the event an unwanted intruder should happen upon us, but we were quite remote and far from where anyone could see or hear us. She continued stroking my cock and looked directly into my eyes with steadfast determination."Do you want this?" she asked mischievously.

Episode 1503: Iran So Far Away

This episode explores Matthew 5:27–32, exposing how Jesus' words crush any illusion of internal purity or external righteousness. We challenge popular views on lust, showing it begins within—not outside us—and conclude with the only hope for sinners: the imputed righteousness of Christ.

Du wertest dich selbst immer wieder ab und das schon bei den kleinsten Ungereimtheiten und Fehlern? Du beziehst vieles, das schief geht auf dich, und empfindest dich selbst als fehlerhaft und unvollkommen? Du willst endlich deinen Selbstwert und die Liebe gegenüber dir selbst fühlen und die Nagtivität abschütteln? Dann musst du diese Masterclass erleben... In dieser Masterclass erwarten dich heilvolle Botschaften der Elohijm, die deine Selbstabwertung heilen können. Ich freu mich auf dich, Bahar Der bahnbrechende Skywalker Online Kurs mit Bahar Yilmaz & Jeffrey Kastenmüller ist jetzt zum Frühbucher-Preis (100,- euro günstiger nur bis zum 13.06.) unter https://www.skywalkertraining.com offen. Achtung: Frühbucher-Preis endet Freitag Mitternacht (13.06. um 24.00 Uhr). Skywalker - Deine Seele will Grosses vollbringen. In diesem Online Kurs verwandelst du dieses Wissen in Wirklichkeit. Hier erwartet dich deine Toolbox für deinen Shift von der alten Erde zur neuen Erde mit einer hohen neuen Schwingung! Was erwartet dich im Skywalker Training? ⭐ Wir helfen dir, deiner Seelenaufgabe zu begegnen, deine Erfolgsangst zu heilen, den Widerstand gegenüber deinem Körper zu verlieren und übermässige Aufopferung für andere zu beenden und noch so vieles mehr. Woche für Woche erlangst du deine wahre Grösse und deine Kraft zurück. ⭐ 8 Module aus Video-Lektionen, Sessions und Meditationen, die aufgrund ihrer zeitlichen Länge (ca. 15 bis 20 Minuten jeweils) extrem gut in den Alltag einzubauen sind und dir helfen werden, dich selbst an allererste Stelle zu setzen und deiner persönliche Entwicklung Vorrang zu geben. Das ist dein Weg in deine Selbstliebe. Du kannst den gesamten Kurs in deinem Tempo durchlaufen. ⭐ Wir teilen mit dir kleine und extrem wirkungsvolle Alltags-Hacks und Techniken, die dir vor allem bei diesen Themen helfen werden: Vergangenes endgültig abschliessen, um einen Neustart zu machen - Wieder festen Fuss fassen im Leben - Stärker und ausgeglichener werden und vor allem auch bleiben - deinen Shift vom People-Pleaser zum Skywalker vollziehen - Wie du deinen Alltag kreativ und individuell gestaltest jenseits vom Mainstream - Wie du in die Umsetzung deiner Projekte kommst, ohne auszubrennen und noch so vieles mehr… ⭐ Konkrete Anleitung mit diversen Skywalker Gewohnheiten, die dir helfen, destruktive Muster hinter dir zu lassen und beispielsweise Lebensmittel-Abhängigkeiten zu beenden. ⭐ Aussergewöhnliche und sehr intensive Meditationen/Sessions und Heilprozesse, die einen inneren Sturm bis in deine Zellen hinein auslösen werden. ⭐ Ein Programm, das dir helfen wird, wieder die Lust am Leben und auch an deiner sexuellen und Manifestationsenergie zu entdecken. Wir tauchen mit dir gemeinsam über 8 Module von jeweils 7 Tagen in die wundervolle Welt voller Möglichkeiten. Jetzt zum Frühbucher-Preis (100,- euro günstiger nur bis zum 13.06.) unter https://www.skywalkertraining.com anmelden. Wir freuen uns auf dich, Bahar & Jeffrey

Wie Heinz-Christian Strache sein Luxusleben auf Kosten der Partei führte, berichtet Barbara Tóth. Lange durfte der Ex-FPÖ-Chef nach Lust und Laune in die Parteikasse greifen. Demnächst wird vor Gericht abgerechnet. Auf 3500 Seiten finden sich im Abschlussbericht der Ermittler Banküberweisungen und Bargeldtransfers für Kindermädchen, Armbanduhren, Rasenbetreuung und Hochzeitsgeschenke. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jesus Followers Seek First God's Will, and then They “Die” to their Self-Ambitions and Self-Appetites and Take Up Their Cross MESSAGE SUMMARY: In a time in which we hear so much about self-help, self-image, and self-actualization, Jesus is saying self-denial is the way to life for Jesus Followers. Jesus tells us, in Matthew 16:24, that self-denial is a key element in following Him: “Then Jesus told his disciples, ‘If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.'". “Taking up one's cross” means to die to self-ambitions and self-appetites. When we die to our self-ambitious and self-appetites, we put them on the cross; and  Jesus' life moves through us: “Not my will but Thy will.”. By denying self, we become alive in Jesus; and His Spirit flows through us – we experience eternal life and abundant life.     TODAY'S PRAYER: Most merciful God I confess that I have sinned against you in thought, word, and deed, by what I have done, and by what I have left undone.  I have not loved you with my whole heart; I have not loved my neighbors as myself. I am truly sorry and I humbly repent.  For the sake of your son Jesus Christ, have mercy on me and forgive me; that I might delight in your will, and walk in your ways, to the glory of Your Name. Amen.  TODAY'S AFFIRMATION: Today, Because of who I am in Jesus Christ, I will not be driven by Lust. Rather, I will abide in the Lord's Perfect Provision. “I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in Me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from Me you can do nothing.” (John 15:5). SCRIPTURE REFERENCE (ESV): Matthew 16:24; Mathew 10:38-39; Galatians 6:14-17; Psalms 141:1-10. WORD FROM THE LORD WEBSITE: www.AWFTL.org. THIS SUNDAY'S AUDIO SERMON: You can listen to Archbishop Beach's Current Sunday Sermon: ““The Day of Pentecost – The Promise Fulfilled (All Saints Anglican Church; Peachtree City, GA” at our Website: https://awordfromthelord.org/listen/ DONATE TO AWFTL: https://mygiving.secure.force.com/GXDonateNow?id=a0Ui000000DglsqEAB

Episode 1502: Upside Down Barstool

This week on Blurry Hysteria, the boys wade into a double feature of WTF?!First up: An AI startup valued at $1.5 BILLION implodes after it's revealed that 700 of its "A.I. Engineers" were just… humans pretending to be AI. That's right—turns out the real artificial intelligence was the friends we made along the way (and then fired). We dive deep into this Silicon Valley farce where catfishing took on a whole new digital dimension.Then we shift gears—hard—to the story of Annie Knight, an OnlyFans creator who got herself hospitalized after having sex with 583 men in a single session. No, that's not a typo. Yes, there was a spreadsheet. It's the kind of story that makes you rethink the phrase "putting in the work." Was it love? Lust? Or just an extreme form of cardio?From fake bots to bods on overdrive, it's another bizarre ride through the news cycle that'll make you question reality, humanity, and the endurance of the human pelvis.Links & Resources

Why has Pride Month become less about tolerance and more about forced celebration—and what can faithful churches do about it? In this episode of Refining Rhetoric, Dr. Rosaria Butterfield—former lesbian activist turned pastor's wife—explains how LGBTQ ideology became a cultural idol and why the evangelical church's "winsome" approach has failed. She offers biblical guidance for churches and parents on how to faithfully respond during Pride Month by boldly proclaiming gospel truth rather than negotiating with idols. Key Discussion Points: -              How the gay rights movement evolved from privatization to mandatory celebration -              Why LGBTQ ideology functions as an idol demanding worship and child sacrifice -              The evangelical church's failed strategy of compromise over truth -              Practical advice for parents of prodigals struggling with sexual sin -              What churches should do during Pride Month instead of staying silent -              Why Gen Z is hungry for bold truth over therapeutic excuses Resources: https://rosariabutterfield.com/ "The Lust of the Flesh: Thinking Biblically About Sexual Orientation" by Jared Moore "The Enemy Within" by Chris Lundgaard John Owen's works on indwelling sin "From Transgender to Transformed" by Laura Perry Smalts Decision Point (decisionpoint.org)   This episode of Refining Rhetoric is sponsored by Copper Lodge Library 2025 New Releases  Explore the exciting new 2025 additions to the Classical Conversations Bookstore! From engaging philosophy studies with Reasoning Together to timeless classics in the Copper Lodge Library and innovative math resources like the four new domains of The Math Map and two unique math flashcard sets, these tools are designed to support classical, Christian education at every level. Visit classicalconversations.com/whatsnew/ to see all the new releases and take advantage of savings of up to $30 off in April.

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READY TO GO FULL EYES WIDE SHUT???This week Dustin welcomes Certified Relationship Coach by day, Erotic Event Producer by night — Ally Iseman to the show, and Ally is basically your favorite rom-com lead if she moonlighted as the mastermind behind elite and mysterious sex parties in European palaces. Her luxury sex events (featured in The New York Times and Cosmo, thank you very much) are FULL immersions, we're talking invite-only, ultra-curated, and themed to the nines — her latest? A horny wedding in a centuries-old Lisbon Palace. Guests must qualify to enter. Orgasms optional.Ally walks us through the very real logistics of planning a high-end sex party, what actually happens once the doors close, and how she got into this wild wild world in the first place. She also shares her very own experience of attending a sex party for the first time.Towards the end of the episode, we get into her work as a Certified Relationship Coach — helping couples open up their relationships and embrace their kinks. Get ready to go behind the curtain and way down the rabbit hole in EP 177: "High End" with Ally Iseman.Watch the video version of the show on YouTube YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIuCkOl_XummXVdu1t3XOuQFollow Ally IsemanInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/allyiseman (@allyiseman) Follow Passport2PleasureInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/passport2pleasure (@passport2pleasure) Follow Kavanos LifeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/kavanoslife (@kavanoslife) Follow the showInstagram: https://instagram.com/sexpartyfm (@sexparty.fm)Twitter: https://twitter.com/sexpartyfm (@sexpartyfm)Follow Dustin Instagram: https://instagram.com/dustinrybka (@dustinrybka)Twitter: https://twitter.com/dustinrybka (@dustinrybka)Sex Party with Dustin Rybka

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In this episode, we address a listener's struggle with the balance between love and virtue in relationships. He questions his lack of an 'in love' feeling for a kind woman he's dating. I discuss the distinctions between love and lust, stressing that genuine connections are built on shared virtues rather than superficial attraction. The conversation explores how prioritizing lust can lead to heartbreak and emphasizes the importance of choosing partners based on character and integrity. Ultimately, I encourage embracing relationships rooted in mutual respect and moral alignment for lasting fulfillment.GET MY NEW BOOK 'PEACEFUL PARENTING', THE INTERACTIVE PEACEFUL PARENTING AI, AND THE FULL AUDIOBOOK!https://peacefulparenting.com/Join the PREMIUM philosophy community on the web for free!Subscribers get 12 HOURS on the "Truth About the French Revolution," multiple interactive multi-lingual philosophy AIs trained on thousands of hours of my material - as well as AIs for Real-Time Relationships, Bitcoin, Peaceful Parenting, and Call-In Shows!You also receive private livestreams, HUNDREDS of exclusive premium shows, early release podcasts, the 22 Part History of Philosophers series and much more!See you soon!https://freedomain.locals.com/support/promo/UPB2025

FAN MAIL TEXT HOTLINE A sudden, tragic murder in an affluent Spokane, Washington neighborhood is linked to the disappearance of an oilfield worker in North Dakota. At the center of it all; a charismatic, flashy, and devious couple hellbent on screwing over every person they come in contact with. Recorded live with a packed house at the Sanctuary Events Center in Fargo, ND. Episode title submitted by: Jazmyn HVictims: Doug Carlisle, KC ClarkeLocations: North Dakota, WashingtonSpecial thanks to author CJ Wynn for contributing to this episode. Be sure to check out her new book Miles of Destruction: A True Story of Oil, Greed, Lust and MurderSupport the showhttps://linktr.ee/midwestmurderpod