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Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 2 Lupie and Becca return from the Dallas Vax Center. Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Let's review the List of characters: David Belsus (50)- adjunct professor at Eastfield College, DCCCD with a side hustle in data analysis. GuadaLupie Gutierrez (32); investment advisor, David's neighbor Esmeralda Gutierrez (9); Lupie's daughter Rebecca Sampson (18); Esme's babysitter Janice Hoppler (33); librarian, arrived to partner with Dave the same day Lupie and Becca left to get vaccinated. Shawna Cooper (36); senior meteorologist at WFAA, second woman sent to Dave outside a direct request. Olivia Barnes (21); Dave's goddaughter, horticulture major at Tarleton State University in Stephenville Melanie Ustanich (22); Livy's roommate, cybersecurity major at Tarleton. Dave smiled, a pair of events immediately coming to mind. He launched into a description of when Esme had called him up. Becca had been moping all day and Esme finally got her to admit that it was her birthday, but she hadn't heard from any family. Esme knew Becca loved meatloaf and mashed potatoes, but that was a bit out of her culinary reach. She asked Dave to help out. Well, first off, it was already after 5:30pm by the time Esme figured things out and got a hold of Dave. A meat loaf can take nearly an hour to cook, after all the ingredients are prepped and combined. But, if he made smaller portions, mini-meatloaves, it would cook faster. Oh, then He could Zoom with them and the three of them could eat together. "Wait, three?" "Yeah, in the beginning of lockdown, Lupie was stuck in New York. She's an investment manager and very good at it. She was giving a week-long training seminar when it happened." "But the lockdowns weren't big surprises. We all had some heads up to prepare, maybe unofficial, but it wasn't like they came out of the blue." "Yep, and her company choose to make sure the New York office had gotten the training Lupie had been going around doing, before they lock them away in their homes. They thought they could beat the clock. Lupie was practically climbing the walls by the third day. But that's a different discussion. We can come back to that." "Yeah, we definitely need to come back to that. I can't imagine being cut off from my kid, half a continent away from her with a major pandemic racing around." "It was rough." Dave returned to the original narrative, starting back with the moment he remembered some trick he'd seen making meatloaf cupcakes and piping mashed potatoes on top like it was icing. "You didn't. You can do that?" "I'd only seen it done before, but I managed to get it right enough." "For a teen girl mostly alone on her birthday, the attempt was probably 99% alone. Execution would be bonus points." "She was crying happy on the Zoom call. Esme is young but she's sneaky when she's planning something nice. She took delivery at the door and convinced Becca to sit at the table, not knowing what Esme was bringing over. Becca kissed the camera for the first minute after they brought up Zoom." Janice giggled. "I don't blame her." Janice made a 'lightbulb' face. "Oh, is that why she made you cupcakes for your birthday?" "Well, she might have done it anyway, but it was probably why she insisted she do it herself." In thinking along those lines, Dave remembered the letter he'd gotten yesterday. That would explain why Lupie had seemed a bit miffed that day. She'd wanted to do something special for his birthday, but had bowed to Becca's exuberant need to express her gratitude. His musing turned nearer to the moment. Janice was listening to him talk about two other women in affectionate, familiar terms, knowing full well those women would be here soon and share the bed with him as well, and she showed no signs of jealousy. Yeah, they mentioned something about it in the videos, but it was odd to see. "Okay, your turn. Tell me something about you, Janice." She winced. "Okay, first off, I'd prefer Jan in normal conversation. Janice is fine at some function outside the house, some formal setting, but when it's just family and associates." "Associates? Why not just say - " "Please don't use the same word as the title of that show." Dave was puzzled for a bit, then chortled. "Oh - " "Do. Not. Finish. That. Phrase." Janice glared. Dave nearly fell out of his chair laughing. Janice was thoroughly unamused. He forcefully collected himself. "Damn, I like that show, but I can get why you would not be happy. That character is annoying as hell." Jan stared, nonplussed. "I'll be good. Promise." He picked up her hand from the table and kissed it. Jan continued to give him half-squinty eyes. "So you were about to tell me something about you. Other than your death-ray eye superpower." "It's a good thing you're cute buster." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The squint was still there, but a bemused smile dangled below it. Janice proceeded to tell about the time the library put on a summer hands-on science series. One week the guide brought frogs and first red a book about frogs and their habitats. They let the kids reach in and touch some of the frogs - after rinsing their hands with deionized water first. Then they red a chapter from Frog & Toad. During the reading, one little boy wanted to touch the frogs again. He had earlier asked to hold one, but had been told the frogs had to stay inside the tub. The budding naturalist snuck behind the speaker, opened the lid, and took out a small frog. The frog of course took the chance to leap away. The startled and dismayed boy jumped back, knocking over the tub which he had not put the lid back on. Sixteen small to medium sized frogs dumped out on the floor. Startled as they were, they began hopping away, some heading through the equally startled mass of kids. Some of the children had declined to touch the frogs earlier and were now shrieking as the second Egyptian plague of Exodus blitzed outward from the tub, directly at them. Dave was holding his sides laughing as Jan continued. Obviously, story time was over. It took an hour and a half to calm the kids down, locate parents, ask a few of them to bring a change of garments for their little one - explaining the need for that took repetition of the same story to each parent, accompanied by laughter and sympathy and one angry Karen. Collecting the frog diaspora took the rest of the day, and three hours after closing. Dave was chortling and wiping tears from his eyes for a full minute after Jan finished. Jan settled into his lap, her arms draped around his neck. They kissed softly, languidly. David jarred backward. "Oh crap, I forgot to put in the order." "What order?" "I was going to order more groceries, especially snacks, and a couple of stuffed critters for Esme." "Lupie's little girl?" "Yep, she's mad about these things called Squish mallows. I could probably randomly pick one and she'd squeal happily to receive it. I held off ordering because I wanted to get your input, you know, anything special you wanted." Dave started leading her upstairs, which had Jan happy, but a bit less so when Dave made the turn for his office instead of heading straight to the bedroom. Gamely, she played along. Truth be told, she was glad to ask for a few things. She'd only been able to bring one rolling suitcase. They made the contactless pickup order for tomorrow morning and decided Dave would pick it up, with Jan remaining at the house in case Lupie, Becca, and Esme arrived while he was gone. As the order progressed though, Jan started laying soft kisses on Dave's cheek and forehead. Then she breathed soft and hot into his ear. Only a steely self-control kept him on task to finish, and Jan could see the battle warring in him. "You are so hot like this. I've never been around a guy that didn't jump me the moment I expressed the slightest interest. Sometimes before." Dave looked at her side-eyed as she wiggled her ass on his lap. His hands trembled. "Almost done. I'm just setting the pickup parameters. And I've had responsible reasons to hold back." He clicked submit on the last page, logged out of the site, and out of his computer. "I want you so bad." He turned his full attention to her, grasping her mid-torso, standing and pressing her to the nearest wall, his body pressed against her. Jan squeaked as he lifted her up, completely under his control. When he pressed her to the wall, her eyes lit up and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist and eagerly responded to his lips as he took hers with authority. She moaned softly. When Dave broke the kiss, they were both panting, fire flashing from eye to eye. She lowered her feet to the ground as he let off the pressure holding her to the wall. They practically raced to the bedroom, Jan in front, her left hand behind her holding his. Jan threw off the t-shirt as she crossed the bedroom threshold. Nope, no panties. Dave reached out and squeezed one butt cheek, causing Jan to let out an "eep!" and then laugh as she turned. She immediately began helping Dave strip off his clothes, walking backward the rest of the distance to the bed. Reaching the bed, Dave was now clad only in boxers, the two of them standing, Jan's legs pressed between Dave's and the bed, their bodies in loose contact. With a double-lift of his eyebrows, Dave shucked his boxers to the floor and placed two fingers of one hand gently on Jan's chest, between her soft, modest, lovely tits. He shoved lightly. Jan smiled crazily as she fell. Dave knelt at the edge of the bed, hooking her legs over his shoulders. He dropped hungry kisses on her inner thighs. Two on the left, then three on the right. One hot, suckling kiss far up her inner left thigh. Two quick kisses on her mound, then a long suckling kiss just to the right of her labia, barely out of contact with them. Emboldened by the heat and scent of arousal emanating from her, Dave sucked the full dimension of her light brown lower lips into his mouth, suckling them, massaging them with his lips wrapped over his teeth. He slipped his tongue gently past his lips, probing gently against her slit. Sliding along it. Flicking the delicate inner labia. His left hand snaked around her right leg. As it came over her hip, he let one finger trace against her skin, moving slowly, without pretense, hurry, or delay directly to her mound, adorned with a well-kempt narrow, vertical strip of curly black hair. His finger slowed to a crawl as it changed course downward. He switched to suckling the inner petals only, bringing his right hand up, one finger standing out, to her entrance. Jan moaned as he paused. Wanting, yearning. Then he slipped his finger in just as his lipped wrapped teeth pulled softly on her inner labia. "Ha! Oh fuck yeah! Fuck. Just like that you magnificent teasing bastard!" Jan's legs worked aimlessly, not gripping him, just loosely, slowly flailing, occasionally resting on the bed, but too worked up to hold still long. One finger of Dave's left hand reached Jan's now exposed clitoris. The touch alone ran through her like an electric shock and she screamed her pleasure again. Dave rubbed her clitoris gently, but firmly as he slipped a second finger into her, driving them in and out determinedly, with a mind to building her to release. Dave moved his hand away from Jan's clit, replacing it with his flicking tongue. "Oh" Jan's back arched. Her hands gripped tightly at the sheets. Her legs pulled back, lower legs dangling from tensed upper legs. Just as she uncoiled from the last wave, Dave turned his right hand over, sliding the fingers in and out in a slightly curved posture, stimulating and locating the much beloved nerve bundle on the roof of her vagina. Jan trembled again. "Fucking yeah, fucking maestro, fucking play me like a violin." Her voice shook and paused as she spoke. Her legs trembled. Dave sensed she was close. He positioned his fingers to flick against her g-spot as he flexed them in the beckoning 'come here' motion. The jolting response from that had not yet settled when Dave took her most sensitive nub in his mouth and massaged it with is lips around its edges and the tip with his tongue. Jan came unglued, shrieking and flailing as Dave pressed his joint oral and digital assault on her nethers. She gripped his head a few times, tightly, but never for more than a couple of seconds, the power of her orgasm short circuiting every ounce of her muscle control. As she collapsed to the bed, spent, awash in bliss, Dave relented and crawled up beside her on the bed. Jan lay panting, grinning like the proverbial cat. Between gasps, she relayed the metaphor. "But I'm the one that did the eating." Dave smiled wickedly. Jan laughed wildly, caught between the need for air and the hilarity of Dave's pun. Well, maybe not so hilarious, but she was certainly susceptible to granting high praise for anything he did over the next half hour or so. As her breathing calmed, Dave and Jan moved up the bed, getting their heads on the pillows and bodies fully on the mattress. With an eager, voracious look, Jan rolled over on top of Dave, slipping on leg to either side of his hips. Reaching behind her, she aligned his rigid member with her soppy wet entrance and threw herself backwards, engulfing his full length in one hungry thrust. "Fuck yes." Jan rocked her torso back and forth, parallel with Dave's, her rock-hard nipples sliding up and down his chest. Dave took to planting a kiss on her forehead at the top of each stroke. Jan placed her dainty hands on his chest and lifted her body off of his, transitioning to a rocking motion, undulating her torso and stirring his cock within her pussy. His shaft rubbed against her g-spot each stroke as her butt moved furthest backward. Her cries signified each contact. As she grew increasingly excited, Jan began riding up and down on Dave's member. He felt his own pleasure building. Dave reached one hand to Jan's tit, gently fondling the soft flesh and thumbing her nipple. His other hand reached to their point of contact, laying his thumb on her nub and gently pressing against it. Her own motions provided a rubbing motion. "Yes" Jan's head lolled back, practically limp. Dave lightly clasped her nipple between two fingers, giving a slight rolling motion. Jan rode him faster, becoming feverish, her breathing growing ragged. Dave felt the early spasms of her pending release and knew he wouldn't be far behind. He slipped both hands to her hips. At the first moment her hips seized, he grasped her firmly, pulling downward as he thrust upward. Jan exploded in a riot of flailing arms and rippling vaginal muscles. Her scream of joy echoed around the room even as it continued to issue from deep in her throat. Dave held as long as he could before allowing his own release to burst forth, erupting into her cavity and drenching her insides with his seed. Jan's body spasmed again, a second peak to her pleasure, a second, airless scream as her breath evacuated her body. Jan collapsed on Dave, rolling off immediately. The weight of her own body too taxing on her lungs attempting to replenish her much needed air supply. Dave held her close, only enough to maintain contact, yielding her space to recover. As Jan lay their breathing, she turned her eyes to Dave. She stared at him, still gasping. Her expression was unreadable, at least by Dave. Calming finally, she hugged him fiercely, kissed his jaw, and snuggled her head against him, but left her chest pulled slightly away to give her lungs full space to do their work. "God, I thought I was going to black out there. They weren't kidding about that 'when he pops' orgasm." "Better pleasure through science, baby." Jan barked a short laugh. "Science only did the last bit. The first two were all you hun." They lay quietly, enraptured by the tender intimacy of lying in each other's arms. Jan broke the silence after several minutes. "This is the one night I have you to myself. Becca and Lupie will be here tomorrow and your attention, emotional and physical will be divided between the three of us." Dave looked at her as she paused. "I should be jealous. But I'm not. I feel like that means there's something wrong with me, even though they said that was another effect of the serum. It's one thing to hear it, but totally another to feel it. Or not feel it. No, to feel it. I almost feel a sister ship with these two women I've never met. I think if you hadn't described them to me, let me feel your affection for them, your concern for the, I might be jealous now, and then it would turn off after they arrived, but the way you talk about them, it feels like they are already here, and part of us now." "I don't know how to respond to that." "I don't either, but I think it's a good thing. The fact is, we are sharing you - your bed, your life, our lives - and we have to get along for all our sakes. I don't regret it at all, it's just a little weird when you realize it's happening." Dave looked at her silently. "Just hold me David. Hold me all night." Chapter 3 – Reunited. September 20, 2020. Dave awoke to a strange sensation. Not one he was accustomed to. He felt the smooth feel of sheets against his legs and upper torso, but not between. A weight pressed down on his abdomen and a warm wetness encompassed his cock. Oh, right he has a girlfriend now. Sleeping in his bed. Well, not sleeping at the moment. Dave cracked his eyes open to see a large lump moving slowly under the sheets, over his pelvis in time with the wondrous, rhythmic feeling below his waist. He slipped a hand to Jan's back and trailed his fingertips softly along her satiny skin. Slowly, Jan slipped her head from under the sheet. "Good morning lover." Jan placed a soft, smoky kiss on his chin, her eyes locked on Dave's. "You don't have to do that every morning you know." "Of course not." Jan grinned wickedly. "The others will get their turns too. But for now, this kitty gets her morning cream." With that she slipped the sheet down his body, exposing him from the knees up, and settled her face on his organ again. Bowing to the inevitable - and loving every minute of it - Dave slipped a hand to Jan's thigh, sliding firmly, slowly, gently along the inside of her leg. He brought his hand close to her core, then slid slowly away, down to mid-thigh. Then back up. Jan hummed approvingly as he switched from his whole hand to just a single fingertip, adding swirls into the motion. He let the swirls drift closer and closer, knowing where she ached for him to brush against. But not yet. Reaching with both hands, Dave grasped the backs of Janice's thighs, lifting her lower body and rotating it towards his face, aligning their torsos, her mouth the pivot point. She squealed and giggled around his cock before clamping her lips firmly around his organ and doubling her efforts. With her hot wet sex directly in his face, Dave braced his thumbs about an inch to either side of her clitoris and moved them in unhurried circles. He lifted his face and blew hot breath at her slit. Jan's body tensed and flexed, a sign of encouragement even Dave could clearly read. Dave latched his lips on her dripping sex and nursed on her lower lips, drinking in her juices. He could feel her labia convulsing and puckering in response to his ministrations. Jan picked up her pace again. Dave wasn't sure if it was gratitude or a race, but he resolved he would not be the only one peaking this morning. Dave slipped his hands up her torso, taking her lovely pert tits into his hands, his fingers alternately groping her fleshy mounds and teasing her firm nipples. He slipped his tongue along her slit languidly before forming a firm spear of mouth muscle braced with the tip against her entrance. He plunged his tongue inside her. Jan's body seized and convulsed, her inner muscles grasping at his oral protrusion. Jan paused her worship of Dave's cock, bringing her head up to moan softly while his wet cock stood proudly in the cool air. As soon as the waves of pleasure had washed fully over her, Jan bent her head back to her self-appointed task. Dave did the same. In another minute or so, Jan brought Dave to his peak, causing him to jet gobs of the man cream she sought into her mouth as she captured it and swallowed as his balls paused between jets. The shuddering of her serum induced climax could not shake Jan's determination to consume every drop. Her first item of her morning to do list completed, Jan righted herself, then fell into bed alongside Dave. She gave him a kiss on the shoulder and snuggled in tightly with a big, satisfied smile on her face. After basking in the afterglow for several minutes, Jan spoke. "Make me breakfast and show me how?" Jan shredded cheddar while Dave cut bacon into small pieces with kitchen shears. Dave admired the small roundness of her ass pushing out his t-shirt, just a few inches above the hem. Her pokey, pert tits making small mounds to either side of the phrase "√-1 23 S p, and it was delicious." "This is not going to be authentic Mexican. It's barely recognizable as Tex-Mex, more like Messican." Jan raised an eyebrow. "A pile of food using some ingredients connected to Mexico or using flavors associated with Mexico, and so sloppy you absolutely must use a fork or spoon to eat it." Jan laughed. "Okay, Messican breakfast it is. What would this be if it were authentic?" "Migas. But we'd have to use chorizo instead of bacon and a Mexican cheese instead of cheddar. Maybe Oaxaca, that's got a great flavor for this." Dave dropped the cut-up bacon bits into the pre-heated pan hearing them sizzle immediately. "I love that sound." Jan smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Jan loved the counter play of soft eggs with the crunch of the bacon and tortilla strips. After they'd eaten, she offered to do dishes, so Dave went to his gun closet, getting out a back holster and a pistol. Now ready for yesterday's incident, Dave checked on the chickens again, finding nothing amiss this time. Other than the need to top off the food bin and water bucket. Time for the grocery pickup rapidly approached with no word from Lupie or Becca. Jan elected to remain, in case they arrived while Dave was gone. "I'll just have to suffer through sampling the library." She didn't have a poker face. "You already took a sample in the library." That got her laughing. Dave came through the door from the garage carrying a few bags with items needing refrigeration. He paused by the library door. "Hey hun, watcha readin?" Jan startled. "Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come in. More in the car I take it?" "Yeah, can you grab the cold stuff first? I'll start stowing things in the fridge and freezer, then join you for the rest." As they were putting away groceries, Dave asked what Jan had been reading. "Baa Baa Black Sheep. By the binding and cover condition, I'm guessing you've red it already?" "Oh yeah. I loved the old TV show as a kid, so it was a treat to read about the real life guy it was based on." That started a discussion about 80's TV shows, and the re-runs playing then, and VHF and UHF stations that wound up as a general 80's slice of life retrospective. From a sci-fi nerd point of view. The discussion continued as Dave showed Jan the rest of the house, as well as the backyard and greenhouse. They had settled into the living room, sitting on the couch, on opposite ends with their lower legs tangled together, each reading, for nearly an hour when they heard a knock at the door. As Dave opened the door, Becca slammed into him. She clutched him tight, her head tucked down, pressed sideways against his chest. She was shaking. "Wow. They said the serum would make a woman aggressive. I didn't expect this though." Lupie's face made Dave quickly realize his assumption was misplaced. "Am I missing something?" "Later, David. Please" Lupie begged. "Sign here please sir." The soldier acted as if nothing unusual was going on. Lupie had a look of concern and sympathy. Dave signed quickly and ushered Lupie and Esme in while Becca shuffled along beside him, not letting go. Jan waited, standing, in the living room. "Lupie, Esme, Becca, this is Janice Hoppler, she arrived yesterday morning. She prefers Jan among family." Lupie shook Jan's hand and said hello warmly, slightly guarded. Becca refused to let go of Dave. Jan placed a reassuring hand on Becca's shoulder. Taking a closer look, Dave realized Becca's hair looked like it had been mussed and then raked back down with fingers rather than a comb or brush. On its own, he would have put that off to poor sleeping conditions in their overnight stay at the vaxx center. Other context clues were waking up a little voice in his head that something seriously wrong had happened while the ladies were away. Dave struggled to think of things that might soothe her. "Becca, I have mandarin Jarritos in the fridge and chocolate Pocky in the cupboard." Becca shook her head. "Just take me upstairs please, Dave." "Well, we need to get the three of you settled in, Bec." Becca squeezed tighter. "Please." It came out as a near whimper. Dave's face creased with concern as he looked to Lupie. "What happened?" "I'll tell you what I know before it's my turn." Lupie told him. "We should probably do this now though." "If Esme is fine with it, I can get her settled," Jan volunteered. "Which room is hers?" "Uh, you know, the one with ;” Dave said, walking awkwardly to the stairs. As Becca realized where he was going, she coordinated her movements with his, and then tried to lead the way, nearly dragging Dave the last few steps to the staircase. "Oh, oh right." Jan's look of worry only amplified Dave's concerns. He wasn't imagining then. Something had gone seriously wrong at that vax center. As Dave and Becca neared the staircase, Becca reached the arm behind Dave's back towards Lupie, beseechingly, making a grasping motion. Lupie acquiesced, following the pair up the stairs and into the master suite, and shutting the door behind the three of them. As they neared the bed, Becca began unbuttoning Dave's shirt. Dave reached to lift her shirt up, getting only partial compliance. Becca wanted Dave naked first. Dave played along, shucking his shoes and pulling off his socks. Dave stood there, stark naked, with a still clothed Becca holding tightly to him, but standing tall now, her head resting at the base of his neck. Becca slowly rubbed her whole body against him. Dave rubbed his hands along her back, hoping it would have a soothing effect. Becca began to grind her pelvis against Dave's. "Take me David. Make me yours." Becca stared into Dave's eyes, hungry and scared. "Make it so no one can take me away from you." Dave kissed her forehead, slowly moving his hands from her back to her tummy. It wasn't fast enough for Becca. She ripped her shirt over her head, then pulled her and Dave onto the bed. Taking a cue from her urgency, Dave undid her belt, button, and zipper, then grasped the hem of Becca's pants and yanked them off her. Becca and Lupie both gasped, but it didn't sound like fear, more like,; thrilled? Dave crawled back up the bed to lay beside her. He intended to get her aroused with kisses and touches, but Becca wasn't waiting. She pulled off her panties and lay with her legs apart. "Get on me David. Get in me and mark me as yours." Dave scooted closer, and sped his fingers along her side, resting softly under her lovely, small, bra-clad tit. Becca grabbed his shoulder and pulled, rolling him on top of her. "Now David Please!" her head lunged forward, capturing his lips and kissing him fiercely. Becca's arms took Dave in a bear hug. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began bucking her pelvis. "Just do it David," Lupie spoke in her softest tones. "I'll explain later, but she needs you now. I'm sure you want to give her something gentle and caring, but right now she needs the certainty and safety of being imprinted to you." Becca nodded beneath him, her eyes imploring. Taking a deep breath, Dave maneuvered himself to place the tip of his organ against her lips. He felt an abundance of wetness and felt relief. As frantic as she was, he'd expected her to be dry as a bone. That would have made consummation impossible. Feeling Dave near her entrance, Becca shoved herself downward, but faltered. Dave's cock skidded up her slit. Becca whimpered, but stilled. Dave realigned himself, working his tip past the labia before pushing firmly. Certain of his positioning, he pushed with increasing pressure. He felt something give way, and a sharp constriction as he pushed forward a few inches. "Ah!" Becca's scream, the anguish flooding her face and the knife-like pain threatening to chop off his dick brought Dave to an instant halt. He moved to pull out, but Becca's legs tightened around him, and Lupie pushed gently downward on his tailbone. Enough to signal him to hold position. Then Dave remembered, from Janice and the videos, that the first drop of pre-cum, the first encounter, would give a woman an incredible orgasm. His own arousal was swamped by his concern for Becca, leaving him firmly erect, but not leaking anything. For her sake, he had to relax himself. Well, two birds with one stone. Dave lowered his lips to Becca's. She was now lying flat on the bed beneath him, a modest gap between their torsos. Dave kissed her tenderly and she responded. He worked his way down her jawline to nibble on her earlobe. Becca's breathing caught. Dave whispered softly to her, so that not even Lupie could hear. "I'm going to show you all the love I can for the rest of my life Rebecca Sampson. I will prize your heart and your love above the delights of your body. And when I have passed, and you remain, I pray I have left you with joy and peace." Becca sobbed, clutching him close. Dave could feel a tension leave her body. There was even a tinge of joy in her crying. She began to work her hips again, slowly, the act still a delicate one for both of them due to her tightness. Dave matched her motions. With short, slow strokes, each relaxed into the union, and Dave felt his arousal rise. The first drop of precum finally leaked out of the tip of Dave's cock. Becca's body tensed, then bucked beneath him. A wild, weird part of Dave's brain wondered if Lupie had somehow hit her with a taser. "Hah" she cried out. Becca panted, trying to recover from her first ever orgasm. Dave held her gently, kissing first her cheeks, then her forehead. As she calmed, eyes reopened, looking hungry, Dave brought his mouth down to her neck, suckling lightly at her clavicle, without leaving a mark. He kissed his way down the to the slope of her tit. Recalling her earlier uncertainty about their attractiveness, Dave resolved to dispel the worry. He kissed in an inward spiral around her tit before taking her areola into his mouth and flicking her nipple with his tongue. Becca cried out, her back arching off the bed. When she settled, she took Dave's face in her hands and kissed him. "Thank you, David. Now please, finish this." Dave began working himself forward and back, slowly within her. A little more in than out, until he was fully inside her. He could see pleasure and happiness on her face, with some pain as well. He knew he couldn't eliminate the pain, but he was glad she was now getting some pleasure out of it. He kept up his steady pace, pausing if she flinched. As her pain began to subside, he gradually increased his thrusting speed and depth. Becca's legs unclenched from his waist, hanging in the air beside his hips. "Yes, David. More, please more. Keeping going, fill me up David." Her encouragement, her body rocking beneath him in harmony with his thrusting, her interspersed moans sent David over the edge. At the moment he erupted, Becca's eyes flew open and she screamed louder than before. Her whole body spasmed wildly until she collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut. "Imprinting; imprinting; imprinting ;” The oddly disturbing chant juxtaposed with the tight, satisfied grin on her face. Dave gingerly removed himself from her body and climbed off the bed. With Lupie's help, he pulled the sheets and covers from under Becca and then gently covered her. "I'll go wash up. When I come back, can you please tell me what the hell is going on?" Lupie just nodded, biting her upper lip. She followed him to bathroom, where she grabbed a washcloth, wetted it, squeezed out the excess, and went back to the bedroom. Dave followed her out once he had cleaned himself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you." "I know, David. It was a jarring time for me, and I knew what triggered this." "I would love to share in that knowledge." Lupie grinned at the dry humor. "This morning, after Rebecca and I had completed our Oracle questionnaires, a young woman approached the three of us. She greeted Becca and took her hand to lead her away. Now all three of us assumed we were being taken to you. As Esmeralda and I rose, the lady motioned for us to sit back down. When I inquired when Esme and I would be called, and how long we would be separated from Becca, the lady said she had no idea, and began to walk off again, leading Becca. Becca got upset and asked that we all go together, since we are both to be assigned to the same man. The lady argued with her for a few minutes, then noticed another official heading over. She dropped Becca's hand and took off. Becca was disturbed by the encounter and stayed close to the two of us from then on. We got our shots and returned to the holding area to wait out the medical watch period. A few minutes after our return, a man and woman in uniform took us into a separate room to talk. I think they were officers, but I don't know what part of the army they were in. They had two pistols on their right collar. My right, their left." "Military Police." Lupie looked at him questioningly. "I have a friend who served. He thought branch insignia was one of many useful things to know in a Teot Wawki scenario." "A what?" "The End Of The World As We Know It. He's a prepper & survivalist." Dave's face clouded. "I haven't heard from him in a while, but he doesn't communicate all the time. And yeah, I think this qualifies. Big time. The world is definitely changing in major ways." "Yes, it is. So these two officers questioned us for over an hour about every detail of what happened, going over each minute, each word multiple times. I actually started to think we were accused of something." Lupie slumped against Dave's chest. He wrapped his arms around her. The strange shape of the world and the problems of today did not prevent him experiencing a deep thrill at finally having her in his arms. Lupie. Beautiful, charming, enchanting Lupie. Here. on his bed, in his arms, pouring out her troubles to him. The troubles were concerning, but to be her bastion! Her comfort! Dave's heart raced. Lupie continued. "While we were in there, they seemed mostly focused on the woman's motivation. They keyed off something Becca remembered from the woman. Give me a second; the lady said 'Come with me, you can live a life of luxury, fuck a rich man once or twice a week, pop out a few babies and be waited on hand and foot lounging by a pool. None of his blondes do any work, that's for brunettes and Hispanics.' When Becca kept resisting the lady got real mad; 'do you really wanna go off to some suburban slob, washing dishes and mopping floors, and you'll still have to give him your coochie and pop out babies, you dumb bitch?' " "So they finally let us out. Esme was thirsty and Becca needed to wash her face. Becca went in while I watched Esme at the fountain. Becca had only been inside a few minutes when she shrieked and came screaming out. She said the lady was in there. She came out of one of the stalls as Becca was washing up." Lupie paused. "After that, Becca wouldn't let go of my hand. We were held in another room under guard for a while, while they searched for her again, but eventually they brought us here." Dave added a little extra squeeze to the hug and planted a loving kiss on Lupie's forehead. She looked up at him with a smile. "Do you have any idea how comforting this feels, to be able to tell you about a problem, to be held by you, as you listen?" "I know how amazing it feels to be the one you can share your troubles with. To be the arms you want to be in." Lupie sat up, leaned in and kissed Dave full on the lips. Lips meshed and moved. Tongues darted into mouths, tangling, teasing, frolicking. Hands began to roam. Dave delighted in the thrill of touching Lupie. After all this time. All that yearning. Lupie, here in his arms. Wanting him as much as he wants her. He tugged upward at the base of her shirt, pulling it out of her skirt waistband. Lupie wrapped her arms around his neck. Leaning forward, she arched her back, brushing her tits against him, with a slight side-to-side motion. Even Dave picked up that signal. All systems go for launch. Dave slid his hands under Lupie's shirt, skimming along her back. Her skin. He was touching her bare skin! Her kisses became more urgent. More than ok, his attentions were wanted. Dave brought his hands around front, outside her shirt, and began unbuttoning it. He peeled back her shirt, leaving it still draped from her shoulders, but mostly opened, revealing the center of her bra, and the middle of her tummy. She was in even better shape than Dave imagined. He had assumed all that office work and long hours - and the inevitable takeout food - had left her with a small paunch. But no. There might be enough flesh there to jiggle, but no bulge of any kind. He looked back to her eyes and saw hunger, need,; and uncertainty? Dave flung her shirt off, pressing his lips to hers, pressing her body back to the bed with his own. Lupie moaned, wrapping her arms around his torso, lightly raking her nails along his back, pulling him to her with her palms. Her body moved sinuously beneath him, enticing him. Dave slid one hand down Lupie's skirt-covered leg. To his full extension. He grasped the cloth, pulling it up to reveal her well-toned legs. Office work at her level does include a lot of walking. Her legs were masterpieces of girl next door perfection. Dave lowered himself to kiss her thighs. Lue gasped and groaned. "Oh David, please, don't tease me." She tugged on his head to draw him back. Instead, Dave grabbed hold of her panties and pulled them off in one smooth motion, neither hurried nor slow. Lupie's face brightened. Her smiled widened and lusty. Dave leaned back over Lupie. Her skirt now bunched around her waist, her legs apart. Her lovely brown, shorn lips beckoning him inside. Her inner labia fully flowered, the slightest hint of pink expressing her readiness and desire. Dave lowered himself atop her. He rested his weight on his hands and knees, aligning himself with her entrance while staring deeply into Lupie's eyes. The excitement there was unmistakable. Dave slowly pressed himself forward. Lupie brought her legs back, lifting her pelvis to him and making herself completely open to his penetration. Their mutual arousal already had a bead of precum formed on the end of Dave's organ. When he made contact with her soft petals, Lupie cried out like a banshee, her body shaking uncontrollably. She desperately clutched at Dave's torso, trying to anchor herself. When the shuddering stopped, Lupie gazed into his eyes again, the hunger undiminished. Amplified even. Dave reseated himself and thrust slowly into the woman he'd dreamed of for so long. She shook again, but not the chemically amped orgasm. The raw pleasure of being with together, of finally getting what they both wanted. Their eyes locked to one another, Dave thrust slowly, steadily while Lupie gently moved with him. Their passion built, as did the energy of their movement. Lupie clutched tightly to Dave's shoulders. He could see her pleasure building by the telltales in her expressions. He felt his own excitement building, not decreased in the slightest from having just completed the act with Becca. Lupie's body arched as she called out her ecstasy. The muscles of her passage grasped and massaged Dave's cock, kicking him over the edge as well. A second electric jolt surged through Lupie just as her natural orgasm peaked and began its decline. Her eyes rolled back and a guttural blend of cry and moan issued from deep in her chest. Lupie collapsed to the bed. "Imprinting; imprinting; imprinting" Dave held her in his arms for a long, satisfying moment. Dave did have other duties to attend. There were in fact, two other people still conscious in this house, and one was a newly arrived little girl that may need help adjusting to her new home. Dave slipped from the bed and pulled Lupie up so her head rested on a pillow. Her skirt more or less straightened itself as she moved, but Dave did add a bit of extra care, just to be sure. He pulled a light blanket from the walk-in closet, laying it over the sleeping form of his new partner. He draped her shirt over a nearby chair, where she could see it once she awakened. Then he dressed and headed downstairs. He emerged into the dining room to find Esme happily munching a corn dog, her plate also holding mac n' cheese and green beans. A very self-satisfied Jan sat at the head of the table, at an angle to Esme. "Ah, good you made her dinner." "Yep. OK, I just followed the box directions for the mac n' cheese. And the corn dogs were just heat up from frozen - but I did use the oven, not the microwave!" Jan beamed. Esme cleared her mouth, then, waving, said "Hi, Uncle Dave! Momma says we're living with you from now on? And; Jan helped me put my clothes in the dresser before making me dinner. Oh! And thank you for the kitty!" Seated in the chair beside Esme was a large squish mallow, solid black except for the crescents of its eyes. A cat tail and ears completed the appearance. Its presence at the table suggested the much desired 'new toy' love that Dave hoped would ease Esme's transition. Dave gave Jan a kiss. "You did great, babe. Thanks for looking out." Jan's victorious grin and the glow from Dave's praise did not quite hide her concern over the obvious, but yet unknown explanation of Becca's state upon arrival. Dave shifted his eyes in Esme's direction, then back to Jan and shook his head. "You two want to talk without me, Uncle Dave?" "And just what would we talk about Miss Esmeralda?" "I'm nine, Uncle Dave, not stupid. That lady was spooky, and Mom and Becca were in that room a long time talking with those military people. And then Becca shrieked pretty loud coming out of the bathroom. I may not know everything, but something pretty sketch happened." Dave kissed the crown of Esme's head and held her close to him for a moment. "Don't worry about it, Esme, it's over now. Those people are not going to hurt you, or Becca or your mom." To break the uncomfortable silence, Dave prodded Esme to pick a movie for the three of them. It was getting on into the evening, but there wasn't any school in the morning, so it wouldn't hurt to late her stay up past ten if it came to that. Dave did dishes while Jan led Esme into the living room. Esme needed no help setting things up though. She was nine years old after all. Dave rejoined them to hear 'let the storm rage on ; ' and see Esme, at one end of the couch, her head beginning to nod. Old tricks always work. After a tiring day, a hot meal and an old familiar movie work like magic, even on a nine year old. Dave waited another fifteen minutes for her to zonk out completely, but not get a crick in her neck. He scooped her in his arms and carried her up to her bed. Jan followed them with the fluffy critter. Jan pulled back the covers so Dave could lay Esme in the bed. He pulled off her shoes in socks before covering her gently. Jan placed the newly beloved toy beside her before they left. Once Dave shut the door, Jan shoved him against the wall and kissed him fervently. "You knew that would put her out didn't you?" Dave nodded. "That was so fucking awesomely domestic. My ovaries want to latch on to you and never let go. You obviously care for that little girl, and seeing it makes me giddy. Oh my god, I so want to have babies with you." "Did you just say the unspeakable three words?" "Hush," she said with a giggle, "don't harsh this yummy feeling." "Perish the thought." Dave kissed her tenderly. He took her hand and led her back down to the living room couch. There, he proceeded to fill her in on everything Lupie had told him. Janice's eyes grew wider as the grotesque nature of the attack on Becca unveiled. "Dear God, no wonder the girl was so clingy. I'm surprised she didn't mount you in the entry way." "Well, she's - was - a virgin, so I don't think she would be up for something so public." Dave face must have betrayed his mixed emotions. "What is it?" "I knew she was a virgin, that's something we had already discussed. I had planned on; being; more delicate? In my approach with her, you know, taking my time, not rushing things. But this mess happens, and she's insistent that I take her immediately, no warm-up, no gentleness. I; I wanted to do better for her. I wanted this to be a happy memory for her." "You can't control outside events, David. And you can't control her reactions to them. From the sounds of things, I completely understand her response. I think I would have done largely the same in her shoes. And as someone that's been with you for two full days now," she grinned at Dave's raised eyebrow, "I know you slipped in whatever tenderness, whatever care and concern was possible as you gave her what she asked for. What she needed." Dave sat back, taking a deep breath, trying clear his mind. Jan leaned in, whispering in his ear. "Dave, you big stud." She kissed his cheek. "Take me to bed or lose me forever." Dave barked out a laugh, then stood, reaching out his hand. "Show me the way home honey." Three new women join Dave's family. Chapter 4 – Revelation. September 21, 2020. Dave woke to find Becca curled against his left side and Lupie curled against his right, just as Jan had helped him arrange last night before the two had gone to sleep; and after Jan had gotten her turn at Dave. Jan lay beyond Lupie, on her side, facing away. Dave reached over and stroked her back. "I'm awake." Jan rolled over to face him. She gave him a drowsy smile. "Mostly. I could really use some coffee." "I got a coffee maker, grinder and a bag of whole bean coffee you asked for in the pickup order yesterday." "Yeah, but you forgot the maid to make it and carry it up here." Lupie chimed in. Dave thought he'd heard her breathing change in the last minute. "I know, right?" Jan chuckled. "How do you expect to keep a harem of horny babes if you don't give us the amenities." Feeling playful, he gave her guff right back. "Woman, you are the amenities." He kept his face neutral long enough for Lupie to raise her head and stare back at him. He busted out laughing. "Okay, I'd make a terrible dom." He paused while Lupie delivered a light peck on the lips. "Seriously, I never drank coffee. I have no idea how to make it. I got you the tools and ingredients, so if you want some, have at it." "Fine," Jan said, rising, "but I'm taking one star off my review of this hotel because of this." "Still, the room servicing was amazing." Lupie added, with little wiggle of her nude ass, having gotten out of bed as well. Jan barked a laugh and high-fived her. "We'll get some coffee and breakfast started. Why don't you lie here until Becca wakes? I think waking in your arms will do wonders for her. Might be the capstone to last night that will ease her mind." Both ladies dressed quickly, a pair of shorts from their luggage, and one of Dave's t-shirts. It seems solidarity was the theme of the day. Jan chose "Back in my day we had nine planets" while Lupie chose "That's okay Pluto, I'm not a planet either." Dave couldn't argue with that reasoning, so he lay there holding the pretty young blonde in his arms watching the receding forms of his two; girlfriends? What the hell should he call them? Teammates sounded like something for sports, or the brainchild of a particularly lame poli-sci major. The smell of coffee had whispered through the room for several minutes when the enticing aroma of chorizo warmed the air. Dave smiled. He'd bet anything Jan had mentioned the migas from the other morning and Lupie had found the chorizo he ordered. Becca stirred against him. She stretched, cat-like, arching her back. This had the effect of pressing her tits against him. Which in turn brought his presence to her attention. Her eyes flew open and her arms crossed over her chest, suddenly embarrassed she was naked in bed with a man. Further recognition passed over her face and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely. Becca broke from the kiss beaming. Then an impish veil flitted on her face and she slipped her body atop his with a slight wince as she parted her legs to straddle over him. Dave caught her hips. "Easy there, kitten. Give yourself a little break. Smells like breakfast is ready, and we have our wholes lives ahead of us now." Becca kissed him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth briefly, tentatively. Then she hopped out of bed and dug a pair of shorts out of her bag. "Dave, could I wear one of your shirts?" "Seriously? Jan and Lupie did the same. Well, they didn't ask, they just walked into the closet and grabbed one each." Becca flashed him a smile, saying nothing as she strode to the closet. Dave enjoyed the slightest jiggle of her modest tits as her topless form walked by. "They must have coordinated while they were in there because they both came out in Pluto themed shirts." After a minute of hangers being shifted back and forth, Becca called out "Dave, how many Pluto shirts do you have?" "Just the two I think." "Damn." Said Becca, coming back out to the closet doorway, still topless and facing Dave. She leaned against the frame, thinking. Dave enjoyed the view. "Aw, hell." She walked over to her own luggage, rummaged about and pulled out a t-shirt. Once she donned it, Dave red the print on it ' hashtag justice for Pluto'. He laughed. "Nice. It fits with the other two. Why the resignation?" "Because I could either show unity with them by wearing this, or I could wear one of your shirts. First morning together, I would have liked to wear one of your shirts." "That's a big deal?" "Huge." "Then wear one of my shirts. I'm sure the others will understand. In fact, it's still solidarity, because you're all wearing one of my nerd shirts." "I like the way you think, Dave." Becca ripped off the shirt and raced back to the closet. She came out with his shirt that looks like a NASA shirt, but replaces the word NASA with SHINY, and on the swoop is the image of a spaceship from a short-lived TV show. "Madame has impeccable taste." "Mademoiselle. Madame is for married women." "In broader terms, madam is for a woman who has permanently bonded herself to a man. Just as you have. At least until the bio-freaks undo the little oddity in their mad science formula." "Well then," Jan said from just inside the bedroom door, "maybe you could get your hiney dressed and join your other two wives for the breakfast they just finished making." She looked to Becca. "Coffee's ready by the way." Neither woman left, instead taking the chance to watch Dave emerge from the covers and dress. Becca approached Jan tentatively. She did a poor job of whispering "Why does it feel so much bigger inside?" Jan chortled. "Because it is bigger when it's going inside you." Dave replied. Becca blushed, realizing she'd been too loud. "Some of us get 'compact' when there's no need for size." "But your balls are still big." Becca blushed so hard she had to look away to speak. "Yeah, those don't shrink. I guess that's one way to distinguish a winky dink from a grower." Dave came out of the closet with a t-shirt that red 'I aim to misbehave, and nothing in the verse can stop me' curved around the word 'Brown coat'. Becca grinned broadly and returned the high-five he offered before the three of them headed downstairs. "Dave?" Jan prompted "Yes dear?" All three ladies grinned at that jest. "I noticed you don't have any books for younger people. How about we see what Esme has next door, and then I order some more, you know to give her some variety." Lupie brightened at Jan's suggestion. It seems cooperation was coming naturally to the three ladies sharing his bed. Their bed. Ho. He'd been single long enough, now he had to adjust his head. Anyway, it was an auspicious start. The five of them sat around the table, still nibbling at bits of breakfast. Esme was already waiting when the trio had descended the stairs. Esme, Dave, and Becca had thanked Jan and Lupie for making breakfast. Lupie took care to point out Jan had chopped the fruit for the side and sliced the tortillas into strips while Lupie made fresh salsa and chorizo and eggs. "Oh, yeah. Check the closets first. Either in my office, or one of the bedrooms you'll find some boxes of kid's and young adult books." Dave paused for a bite. "I think you already know I'm a prepper. One thing I wanted to be sure of is to preserve knowledge and; cultural legacy maybe? So yeah, there are books in boxes right now too. We could get some more bookshelves and set up say one in each bedroom maybe." Jan looked at him with dopey eyes. "Feeling the same way you did that first morning?" Dave said with a smirk. "Less immediate, more warm and fuzzy version, but yeah." "I'll order more bookshelves then." Dave smiled warmly. "I already ordered two full beds for the two rooms that are completely empty, plus dressers for all four rooms and more sheets and towels. The sheets and towels are scheduled to arrive in a few more days. The furniture is listed as arriving in a week. We'll see." "Hey, Dave?" Becca asked. He'd have to get used to seeing her without glasses. That was probably why her 'after imprint nap' took longer than Lupie's; the regen effect repaired her eyes. She'd instinctively reached for her glasses and abruptly realized she could see better without them. That had earned her a pair of high fives from Dave and Jan before they left the bedroom. Lupie and Esme hugged her when she got downstairs and told them. Dave suppressed a smirk. "Yes dear?" Three pairs of eyes rolled, over top soft smiles. "Why don't you just get a bunch of bunk beds. There's going to be a lot more women coming. At least twelve total." "Yeah sure, I could fit two sets of bunk beds into each room. Then I can just walk down the hallway to the rooms were I 'store' my women to select the day's lays". Dave rolled his eyes to accent the sarcasm. Jan and Becca giggled, but Lupie glared. Then he remembered Esme was at the table. "Uh, yeah, sorry 'bout that. Uh;” "Oh please, I already learned about sex in health class. And I heard both of you last night, mom. Keep busting Dave's chops and I'll tell him what I hear coming from your room when I get up to get a glass of water late at night." Lupie's eyes went wide for a moment, then settled to mom-stern look. "Watch it mija, no matter what you know or think you know, I'm still your mother." Esme turned to Dave. "I hear m---" Dave put a finger to her lips. "No matter what you know or think you know, she's still your mother." September 22, 2020. "David Jeffrey Belsus!" Dave stopped in his tracks, one foot on the last step, the other hanging in mid-air in its path to the living room floor. He looked around bewildered, not sure what he'd done. "What the hell are you doing?!" Lupie's indignant voice managed not to shout, but clearly wanted to. "Uh, laundry." He had a basket on his hip, loaded with sheets from the bed. "I can see that, why are you doing laundry?" "I had sex with three women in my bed last night, these sheets need some cleanin'." Lupie's hand rubbed her face. Dave imagined this might be the same motion when Esme was being difficult. Only, he wasn't trying to and had no idea what was causing all this consternation. "David, there are four other people under this roof who can handle the laundry. Esme is quite good with regular laundry items. Not yet ready for special items. You should be working, or working out, or resting, or dosing one of us, or thinking about what changes might be necessary as more women arrive. We should be doing this sort of thing. This will be even more important as more women join the family, David. You're a manager of a small company that lives together and makes babies. Eventually." "I'm not comfortable labeling a chore as 'women's work' Lupie." Lupie snorted. "A week ago I would agree with you. The world changed." "I'm still cooking. At least sometimes. And If I see something dirty or misplaced, I'm still picking it up. And you still have your investment job. You have things to do beside playing mega housewife." "The firm is shutting down, the accounts are being taken over by another company since all our senior partners died." Lupie grimaced. "I have about a week's worth of work remaining for the hand over, and then I'm out of a job. The new organization didn't hire me. But, I still have my license. I can manage investments for the family." "Or start your own firm. Surely there are clients looking for someone new. Maybe some clients from your old firm that would prefer a familiar face." "I told you before David, I want to make family my focus. I can do some day trading and manage our investments, but I would love to spend time with you and Esme, and now Janice and Becca, and whoever else joins us. I want to do crafts and sew and garden and cook wonderful meals from scratch. I want to be involved in community projects when we have a community again. I was good at my job, but it was a job. I love family. Please, let me, let us take care of these things." Dave mixed drinks for the four of them and brought the glasses into the living room, where the ladies had spread themselves about the space. There was no tension, but everyone seemed to want a bit of space after waking up in a nude pile this morning. Lupie raised one eyebrow when Dave handed a glass to Becca. Dave mouthed the word 'light'. "Are you sure?" Becca asked. "You looked like you wanted one when I mentioned making them. And you're effectively my spouse; one of my spouses; " Dave rolled his eyes at the weirdness of the concept, "and state law allows it under that condi

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Bannie de la cour est rejetée par la famille royale, la Grande Mademoiselle est exilée à Saint-Fargeau. Ce qui devait être un lieu d'exil devient bientôt un véritable lieu de résistance. La princesse y organise des représentations théâtrales et entreprend la rédaction de ses mémoires. Après 5 années d'exil, la Grande Mademoiselle est finalement graciée et réintègre la Cour. Seule ombre au tableau : à 34 ans, elle n'est toujours pas mariée. En dépit des nombreux prétendants qui se sont succédés, Anne-Marie Louise refuse les mariages d'intérêts et s'oppose, une fois encore, à Louis XIV qui espérait la marier au roi du Portugal. "Secrets d'Histoire" est un podcast d'Initial Studio, adapté de l'émission de télévision éponyme produite par la Société Européenne de Production ©2024 SEP / France Télévisions. Cet épisode a été écrit et réalisé par Jean-Edouard Choppin.Un podcast présenté par Stéphane Bern. Avec la voix d'Isabelle Benhadj.Vous pouvez retrouver Secrets d'Histoire sur France 3 ou en replay sur France.tv, et suivre l'émission sur Instagram et Facebook.Crédits du podcastProduction exécutive du podcast : Initial StudioProduction éditoriale : Sarah Koskievic et Mandy Lebourg assistées de Cyprille-Anne LigerMontage : Victor Benhamou Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

Dès sa naissance, Anne-Marie Louise d'Orléans se distingue par son statut et sa fortune hors-norme : petite fille d'Henri IV, celle qu'on surnomme la grande Mademoiselle, est aussi la plus riche héritière d'Europe. Pourtant, elle n'est pas épargnée par le destin. Orpheline de mère et délaissée par son père, elle cherchera toute sa vie à gagner l'affection de son père : Gaston d'Orléans. C'est ainsi que lors de la Fronde, la toute jeune Mademoiselle se rebelle et va jusqu'à oser l'affront ultime : bien que cousine de Louis XIV, elle lui tire dessus avec les canons de la Bastille. "Secrets d'Histoire" est un podcast d'Initial Studio, adapté de l'émission de télévision éponyme produite par la Société Européenne de Production ©2024 SEP / France Télévisions. Cet épisode a été écrit et réalisé par Jean-Edouard Choppin.Un podcast présenté par Stéphane Bern. Avec la voix d'Isabelle Benhadj.Vous pouvez retrouver Secrets d'Histoire sur France 3 ou en replay sur France.tv, et suivre l'émission sur Instagram et Facebook.Crédits du podcastProduction exécutive du podcast : Initial StudioProduction éditoriale : Sarah Koskievic et Mandy Lebourg assistées de Cyprille-Anne LigerMontage : Victor Benhamou Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

De retour à la Cour du roi soleil, la Grande Mademoiselle tombe sous le charme du duc de Lauzun. Opportuniste, les ambitions de ce-dernier ne sont que bassement matérielles. De plus, Louis XIV fait valoir la raison d'État et refuse ce mariage. Éperdument amoureuse, la Grande Mademoiselle reste inconsolable et tentera jusqu'à la fin de sa vie de se voir à nouveau réunie aux côtés du duc de Lauzun. "Secrets d'Histoire" est un podcast d'Initial Studio, adapté de l'émission de télévision éponyme produite par la Société Européenne de Production ©2024 SEP / France Télévisions. Cet épisode a été écrit et réalisé par Jean-Edouard Choppin.Un podcast présenté par Stéphane Bern. Avec la voix d'Isabelle Benhadj.Vous pouvez retrouver Secrets d'Histoire sur France 3 ou en replay sur France.tv, et suivre l'émission sur Instagram et Facebook.Crédits du podcastProduction exécutive du podcast : Initial StudioProduction éditoriale : Sarah Koskievic et Mandy Lebourg assistées de Cyprille-Anne LigerMontage : Victor Benhamou Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

Dans cet épisode d'Aventtitudes, Xuyen nous fait découvrir L'incroyable Mademoiselle Bang de Yoon-Sun-Park, une bande dessinée venue de Corée, drôle, vive, un peu décalée.Une héroïne audacieuse, un récit aussi fort qu'inattendu.Pourquoi cette BD l'a t-elle marquée ?Et ce que ça change de lire une œuvre comme celle-là quand on est asio-descendante ?Réponse dans ce 2e épisode de notre série Aventtitudes.

Gabriele AccorneroToulouse-Lautrec, un viaggio nella Parigi della Belle ÉpoqueMuseo degli Innocenti, Firenzewww.museodeglinnocenti.itOltre 170 opere dell'artista francese, provenienti da Amburgo e da Alby, saranno affiancate da arredi, manufatti e materiali d'epoca, opere di altri grandi artisti coevi e molto altro, per un vero e proprio viaggio nel tempo, nel cuore di Montmartre fin de siècle, tra i colori accesi dei manifesti e l'atmosfera frenetica dei caffè-concerto.Un invito a perdersi nella magia notturna di Parigi, tra ballerine, poeti e sognatori.Con il patrocinio del Comune di Firenze, la mostra è prodotta e organizzata da Arthemisia ancora una volta al fianco del Museo degli Innocenti, in collaborazione con Cristoforo, l'Ernst Barlach Museumsgesellschaft Hamburg e BridgeconsultingPro, è curata dal Dr. Jürgen Doppelstein e vede Gabriele Accornero come project manager della CollezioneIl catalogo mostra è pubblicato da Moebius.Parigi, fine Ottocento. È l'epoca della spensieratezza e del progresso, dell'arte che invade i boulevard, dei caffè frequentati da pittori, scrittori e ballerine, delle prime luci elettriche e della nascita della società di massa. In questo fermento culturale nasce e si afferma Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1864–1901), figura unica nel panorama artistico europeo. Pittore, illustratore e innovatore grafico, Lautrec ha saputo catturare con sguardo ironico e profondo la vita notturna e lo spirito bohémien della Parigi di Montmartre.Frequentatore assiduo di locali come il Moulin Rouge, Lautrec seppe trasformare il mondo della notte – fatto di spettacoli, teatri, café-concert e figure marginali come prostitute, ballerine e chansonnier – in arte. I suoi manifesti pubblicitari, realizzati con una tecnica litografica innovativa, non solo hanno rivoluzionato il concetto di grafica promozionale, ma sono divenuti vere e proprie icone visive della Belle Époque.Questo è il mondo di “Toulouse-Lautrec. Un viaggio nella Parigi della Belle Époque”, la grande mostra al Museo degli Innocenti di Firenze.Tra le opere più celebri esposte – prestito eccezionale della Collezione Wolfgang Krohn di Amburgo– si potranno ammirare litografie a colori (come Jane Avril, 1893), manifesti pubblicitari (come Troupe de Mademoiselle Églantine del 1896 e Aristide Bruant nel suo cabaret del 1893), disegni a matita e a penna, grafiche promozionali e illustrazioni per giornali (come in La Revue blanche del 1895) diventati emblema di un'epoca indissolubilmente legata alle immagini dell'aristocratico visconte Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, alcune di queste provenienti dal Museo Toulouse-Lautrec di Alby.A rendere l'esperienza ancora più coinvolgente, la mostra presenta anche lavori di altri grandi protagonisti della Belle Époque e dell'Art Nouveau. Un vero e proprio viaggio visivo tra eleganza e innovazione, dove spiccano le seducenti figure femminili di Alphonse Mucha, i manifesti vivaci e coloratissimi di Jules Chéret – considerato il pioniere della pubblicità moderna – e le suggestive atmosfere di Georges de Feure. Completano il percorso le raffinate opere di Frédéric-Auguste Cazals, Paul Berthon e altri straordinari artisti che hanno saputo trasformare la grafica in arte. Un'occasione unica per immergersi nello spirito vibrante di un'epoca che ha fatto dello stile e della creatività la sua firma più riconoscibile.A completare l'allestimento, un ricco apparato di fotografie, video, costumi e arredi d'epoca, che trasportano il visitatore in un viaggio multisensoriale nella Parigi tra il 1880 e il 1900. Un'epoca in cui arte, tecnologia, libertà espressiva e nuove forme di intrattenimento gettarono le basi del mondo moderno.Una finestra sulla Belle ÉpoqueLa mostra non è solo un omaggio a Toulouse-Lautrec, ma anche un'occasione per esplorare la Belle Époque in tutte le sue sfaccettature: un'epoca di contrasti, di sogni e di rivoluzioni culturali. Mentre l'Europa viveva un periodo di relativa pace e progresso, Parigi diventava la capitale del piacere e dell'avanguardia, dove architettura, pittura, arredamento, scultura e musica erano invasi da rimandi alla natura, al mondo vegetale e a un'immagine nuova della figura femminile. Considerata come una corrente internazionale, essa si fonda sulla rottura con l'eclettismo e lo storicismo ottocenteschi e rappresenta la risposta moderna a una società sempre più industrializzata.Concepita come arte totale, il Modern Style diventa Tiffany negli Stati Uniti, Jugendstil in Germania, Sezession in Austria, Nieuwe Kunst nei Paesi Bassi, Liberty in Italia, Modernismo in Spagna e s'impone rapidamente in Inghilterra, patria dei maggiori teorici del movimento, e passa sotto il nome di Art Nouveau in Francia. Le sale della mostra raccontano questo clima unico, intrecciando arte, società e cultura visiva.Con Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec e la Belle Époque, Firenze celebra non solo un artista straordinario, ma anche un momento storico irripetibile, che ancora oggi continua a influenzare la nostra immaginazione estetica.Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

Pat Angeli du 16/20 RFM vous raconte en quelques minutes l'histoire d'un titre, d'un album ou d'un artiste mythique !Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Het verhaal van Claire Eiffel, de vrouw die samen met haar vader de beroemde toren van Parijs ontwierp. Uitgegeven door Uitgeverij De Fontein Spreker: Esther Floor

Oui, cette histoire est tout à fait vraie, et elle illustre à merveille les mœurs étonnantes — et souvent cruelles — de la justice d'Ancien Régime. Jusqu'au XVIIIe siècle, la France connaissait une institution pour le moins singulière : les tribunaux d'impuissance, chargés de juger si un mari était, ou non, capable de “remplir son devoir conjugal”. Ces procès, souvent spectaculaires, mêlaient droit, médecine, religion… et humiliation publique. Et c'est un noble français, le marquis de Langey, qui, bien malgré lui, mit fin à cette pratique absurde.L'affaire éclate en 1659. Le marquis de Langey, jeune aristocrate d'une vingtaine d'années, épouse Mademoiselle de Saint-Simon de Courtemer. Mais très vite, leur union tourne court : l'épouse, frustrée, l'accuse d'impuissance, c'est-à-dire d'incapacité physique à consommer le mariage. À cette époque, cette accusation n'est pas anodine : un mariage non consommé peut être annulé, privant l'époux de son honneur et de ses droits. La femme dépose donc plainte, et l'affaire est portée devant le Parlement de Paris.Ce qui suit confine au cauchemar. Le marquis est sommé de se soumettre à une “épreuve de virilité” : une inspection médicale complète, menée devant médecins, sages-femmes et témoins. Puis vient la fameuse “épreuve du congrès”, une procédure officielle au cours de laquelle l'accusé devait, en présence d'experts, tenter d'accomplir l'acte sexuel avec son épouse. Les contemporains décrivent cette scène avec un mélange d'effroi et de curiosité. Évidemment, sous la pression, le marquis échoue. Il est déclaré impuissant et, par conséquent, incapable de mariage. Le verdict est rendu public : humiliation totale.Mais l'histoire ne s'arrête pas là. Peu après, le marquis quitte Paris et se réfugie en Italie, où il se remarie. Cette fois, miracle : il a plusieurs enfants. La nouvelle fait scandale et ridiculise la justice française. Comment un homme officiellement reconnu “impuissant à jamais” peut-il devenir père ailleurs ? Le Parlement, embarrassé, annule la décision précédente, et le tribunal du congrès est définitivement supprimé en 1677 par le roi Louis XIV lui-même, sur avis de ses juristes.Cette affaire du marquis de Langey mit ainsi un terme à une procédure qui relevait plus du théâtre que du droit. Elle révèle aussi combien la sexualité, au XVIIe siècle, était perçue comme une affaire publique, surveillée et jugée — jusqu'à ce qu'un homme humilié prouve, au fond, que la justice pouvait être bien plus impuissante que lui. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:29:44 - Les Pieds sur terre - par : Sonia Kronlund, Florence De Talhouët - Léa et Océane se retrouvent dans le salon d'un hôtel parisien pour suivre un atelier de bienséance animé par Mademoiselle de Monbois. Pour Léa, ces codes deviennent un passeport vers l'immobilier haut de gamme qu'elle vise. Pour Océane, il s'agit de percer les implicites du monde professionnel. - réalisation : Anne-Laure Chanel

durée : 00:29:44 - Les Pieds sur terre - par : Sonia Kronlund, Florence De Talhouët - Léa et Océane se retrouvent dans le salon d'un hôtel parisien pour suivre un atelier de bienséance animé par Mademoiselle de Monbois. Pour Léa, ces codes deviennent un passeport vers l'immobilier haut de gamme qu'elle vise. Pour Océane, il s'agit de percer les implicites du monde professionnel. - réalisation : Anne-Laure Chanel

En este mes de julio hubiera cumplido 98 años. Recordamos a Henri Salvador con canciones de sus discos 'Chambre avec vue' ('Chambre avec vue', 'J´ai vu', 'Aime-moi', 'Mademoiselle', 'Vagabond', 'Le fou de la reine' -a dúo con Françoise Hardy-) y 'Révèrence' ('Cherche la rose' -dúo con Caetano Veloso-, 'Les amours qu´on délaisse'). Y recuperamos el último disco de Pat Metheny', 'Moondial', que el guitarrista publicó en julio del año pasado, con piezas propias como 'Shôga' o 'Moondial' y grabaciones en solitario de 'My love and I', de David Raksin y Johnny Mercer', 'Here, there and everywhere', de Lennon y McCartney, o 'Angel eyes' de Matt Dennis y Earl Brent'.Escuchar audio

Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! paypal.me/LibroTobias ko-fi.com/asier24969 "Charles" es un cuento de Shirley Jackson , publicado por primera vez en Mademoiselle en julio de 1948. Posteriormente se incluyó en su colección de 1949 , The Lottery and Other Stories , y en su novela de 1953 , Life Among the Savages . La interpretación más común de "Charles" es que Laurie es Charles y simplemente creó el personaje para explicar por qué se quedaba hasta tarde después de la escuela. Sin embargo, la madre es incapaz de reconocer el mal comportamiento de su propio hijo. Canciones: • “Hullabaloo Belay” de Richard Dyer Bennet • “Procession of the Sardar” de Mikhail Mikhailovich Ippolitov-Ivanov Narración, edición y montaje: Asier Menéndez Marín Diseño logo Podcast: albacanodesigns (Alba Cano) Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

The One where Dave pitches his Gene Hackman Scene Idea and goes crazy for Mademoiselle  Marie! Signal of Doom was voted #13 in the Top 100 Comic Book Podcasts on Feedspot! Check it OUT! https://podcast.feedspot.com/comic_podcasts Please support the show on Patreon! Every dollar helps the show! https://www.patreon.com/SignalofDoom Follow us on Twitter: @signalofdoom Dredd or Dead: @OrDredd Legion Outpost: @legionoutpost Follow Dave on X: @redlantern2051

Une fois n'est pas coutume, le haut fonctionnaire fait la morale à Mademoiselle Jade. Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Award-winning biographer Jacqueline Kent returns to the podcast to discuss her latest work, coauthored with historian Tom Roberts, about the iconic transgender model and activist April Ashley. A Life Reimagined – Born George Jamieson in Liverpool, April Ashley transitioned in 1960 and became one of the first Britons to undergo gender-affirming surgery. Jacqueline explores April's remarkable transformation with insight and compassion. The biography traces April's journey from a tough childhood to the glamour of 1960s high society, detailing both her rise as a fashion icon and the tabloid fallout that followed her outing. Jacqueline shares what led her to co-write the biography with Tom Roberts and how they combined historical research with intimate narrative storytelling. Learn why the biography opens with April's reflective 80th birthday visit to Liverpool and how the authors balanced chronology with thematic exploration. Jacqueline discusses April's fierce advocacy for transgender rights and her lasting influence, culminating in honours like her 2012 MBE and the passing of the UK Equality Act in 2010. Jacqueline reflects on the ethical responsibilities of biographers writing about living memory. Jacqueline offers thoughtful insights into how biographers navigate memory, voice and truth while honouring their subject's humanity and legacy.

Rubrique:nouvelles Auteur: jean-rameau Lecture: Daniel LuttringerDurée: 08min Fichier: 6 Mo Résumé du livre audio: « Extrait des mémoires du comte de Polastruc : … 25 mars. - Je crois que je l'ai trouvée. Celle-là, si elle veut... Et pourquoi ne voudrait-elle pas ? Suis-je un monstre ? D'ailleurs mon nom, ma fortune... Non, Mlle Anita ne fera pas la fine bouche. Elle n'a pas le sou, mais je cjerche un cœur plutôt qu'une dot. Je ne sais pas encore ce qu'est le cœur de cette personne, mais il saute aux yeux que ce cœur est admirablement encadré. Quel charmant petit corps !... » Cet enregistrement est mis à disposition sous un contrat Creative Commons.

Christine Orban "Mademoiselle Spencer" (Albin Michel)De son enfance pleine de rêves à sa disparition brutale, Diana Spencer a connu le destin fulgurant d'une héroïne tragique. Mais qui se cachait derrière la princesse trahie et bafouée ? Quels mots n'a-t-elle pas pu dire ?En lui prêtant sa plume pour comprendre de l'intérieur ses non-dits, Christine Orban ressuscite la voix d'une femme qui ne demandait qu'à être aimée. Sacrifiée sur l'autel de la monarchie, Lady Di finira malgré tout par se libérer de ses chaînes. Savant jeu de miroirs, déchirante confession, le portrait intime d'une femme comme les autres mais qui restera à jamais « Mademoiselle Spencer ».Musique : Bob Dylan "Knockin' on Heaven's door"Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Today on Sense of Soul we have Karuna! For over 40 years, she has studied Yoga, working from the "inside out." Her certification is with the Kundalini Research Institute (KRI) including Level One, Two, and Three Teacher Training Programs and Prenatal Yoga. She practices Ayurvedic healing and is an ordained Interfaith Minister.   As co-founder of Light on Light Publications and Media, Karuna is the host editor for its magazine's annual Yoga editions in partnership with the International Day of Yoga Committee at the United Nations. In this interview she shares her wisdom and her new book, Light on Kundalini: Your Lifestyle Guide to Yoga and Awakening. In this fascinating read, Karuna recounts her life experiences with notables such as fashion icons Guy Bourdin, Eileen Ford, Laura Ashley, Vogue and Mademoiselle, well-known film directors and actors, alongside spiritual leaders Father Thomas Keating, Ken Wilber, and many others. Her stories of being poked, provoked, and confronted, which eventually led to surrender, change, and elevated awakening, will resonate with your audience and provide guidance and support as they find a way in and through their challenges. Find out more at https://lightonkundalini.com

Mademoiselle she went to the well, She didn't forget her soap and towel; She washed her hands, she wiped them dry, She said her prayers, And jumped up high. 一個小淑女，走到井邊去，她沒忘記香皂和毛巾；她洗洗小手，她擦乾小手， 她做完禱告，然後跳起來。 *補充: well : 水井/ good vs. well towel: 毛巾 vs. tower Wipe / wipe up：擦掉 She wiped up the mess. Prayer: 禱告 jump: 跳（通常是喜悅） #每周六雙語麻吉同學會 #每周日英語童謠童話小森林 #想要無廣告收聽更多節目請點選教育電台雙語頻道 #每周一、六、日更新 ----- Apple｜Spotify｜Google｜KKBOX｜Firstory｜SoundOn 搜尋訂閱：NER Kids -----

Derrière les paillettes du cinémaMademoiselle Tessère est l'hôtesse du Carlton, à Cannes. On est en 1951, 40 ans pile après la construction du fameux palace, classé monument historique. Trois après, en 1954, Alfred Hitchcock y situe l'intrigue de son film “La Main au collet” avec Grace Kelly et Cary Grant. Mais c'est sur d'autres clients de marque que Mademoiselle Tessère nous partage ses anecdotes.  *** Crédits archive *** Extrait de l'émission radiophonique "Reportages au Carlton à Cannes" - Reportage de Micheline Sandrel et Pierre Dumayet - RTF - 01/01/1951  *** Crédits podcast *** Documentalistes : Hélène Deudon - Textes : Elsa Coupard, Lætitia Fourmond - Restauration et mixage : Ian Debeerst, Quentin Geffroy - Enregistrement : Vincent Dupuis, Guillaume Solignat, Laurent Thomas - Voix off : Clara De Antoni - Musique(s) avec l'aimable autorisation d'Universal Production Music France - Chargée de production : Delphine Lambard - Cheffe de projet : Lætitia Fourmond - Stagiaires : Inès Bichel, Edith Monnier - Responsable éditoriale : Zoé Macheret - Un podcast INA.  

Derrière les paillettes du cinémaMademoiselle Tessère est l'hôtesse du Carlton, à Cannes. On est en 1951, 40 ans pile après la construction du fameux palace, classé monument historique. Trois après, en 1954, Alfred Hitchcock y situe l'intrigue de son film “La Main au collet” avec Grace Kelly et Cary Grant. Mais c'est sur d'autres clients de marque que Mademoiselle Tessère nous partage ses anecdotes. *** Crédits archive *** Extrait de l'émission radiophonique "Reportages au Carlton à Cannes" - Reportage de Micheline Sandrel et Pierre Dumayet - RTF - 01/01/1951 *** Crédits podcast *** Documentalistes : Hélène Deudon - Textes : Elsa Coupard, Lætitia Fourmond - Restauration et mixage : Ian Debeerst, Quentin Geffroy - Enregistrement : Vincent Dupuis, Guillaume Solignat, Laurent Thomas - Voix off : Clara De Antoni - Musique(s) avec l'aimable autorisation d'Universal Production Music France - Chargée de production : Delphine Lambard - Cheffe de projet : Lætitia Fourmond - Stagiaires : Inès Bichel, Edith Monnier - Responsable éditoriale : Zoé Macheret - Un podcast INA. Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Rachel Hanretty is the founder and CEO at Mademoiselle Macaron, sellers of handmade luxury French macarons. Rachel's grown the business from a market stall in 2013 to a 7-figure business. They now sell via their Shopify store to both DTC and B2B customers, via marketplaces like Not on the High Street, and about 40% of turnover is B2B sales. Hit PLAY to hear: Why skyrocketing rent pushed Rachel to shut her shop—and scale faster The Shopify setup mistake that nearly broke their backend How freezing macarons unlocked 7-figure fulfillment The agency breakup that every ecommerce founder should learn from What finally pushed them to stop waiting and start selling proactively How French flair (and flavor) became their brand's superpower Key timestamps to dive straight in: [03:51] Shift from Storefront to Online Sales [07:54] Customizable Macaron Packaging Options [12:48] Consolidating Services Led to Conflict [16:19] Testing Separate Agency Strategies [20:09] Embracing French Roots in Business [21:55] Listen to Rachel's Top Tips! Full episode notes here: https://ecmp.info/542Try out RevLifter for FREE for 90 days >>> https://ecmp.info/revlifter Download our new ebook... https://ecmp.info/ebook 500 Tips to Increase Your ProfitsGet all the links and resources we mention & join our email list at https://ecmp.infoLove the show? Chloe would love your feedback - leave a review here: https://ecmp.info/review or reply to the episode Q&A on Spotify.Interested in being a Sponsor? go here: https://ecmp.info/sponsor This podcast uses the following third-party services for analysis: Spotify Ad Analytics - https://www.spotify.com/us/legal/ad-analytics-privacy-policy/

Gail Pittaway reviews The Mademoiselle Alliance by Natasha Lester published by Hachette

Cette semaine, on accueille Nadine, notre nouvelle co-animatrice, et on rattrape les sorties parues durant le premier trimestre de 2025.   Asinine - Meute de loups Karmen - ALICANTE (feat. PLK) Mairo & Hopital - paramount SiR - OUT OF MY HANDS (feat. Maeta) Tuerie - Sorcière Keeqaid - Tequila OgLounis - TEMPOS (feat. GAL) GAL - Kendrick Lamar Jazzy Bazz - Nirvana Lord Sko - Girbaud Talk (feat. Grand Puba) TH - METRO STATION Rounhaa - sasori OBOY - Comme Ye EDGE - 113 Blynk - Paradis mademoiselle lou - Ce que je vois Krisy - Jolie Niar Infinit' - TOP 3 Paris Texas - El Camino Ichon - Il faut Caballero & JeanJass - Prestigio (feat. Kay The Prodigy)

„Mademoiselle Molière“ ist eine Komödie über das Leben des großen Schauspielers und Dramatikers Molière. Allerdings ist das Stück nicht biografisch korrekt, sondern vielmehr eine lustvolle Träumerei. Im Mittelpunkt stehen Molière und Armanda, eine junge Frau, die sich von einer bigotten Klosterschülerin zu einer durchtriebenen Intrigantin entwickelt. Dass „Mademoiselle Molière“ ursprünglich als Filmstoff angedacht war, lässt sich hören: Schnitte und Zeitsprünge formen ein Mosaik aus pointierten Einzelszenen, das zu einem geistreichen Vergnügen verschmilzt. Mit: Dieter Brammer, Hans Caninenberg, Peter Fricke, Lola Müthel u.v. a. Regie: Mathias Neumann Komposition: Jean-Baptiste Lully hr 1961 | 93 Min. (Audio verfügbar bis 18.04.2026)

Natasha Lester - Author The Mademoiselle Alliance Book This is a story about Marie-Madeleine Fourcade, the only woman to lead a French resistance network in WW2. She was a mother, a rally car driver, a journalist, a pilot, and a spy at the top of the Gestapo’s most wanted list.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

New York Times bestselling author Natasha Lester joins Jane Healey to talk about her latest novel. The Mademoiselle Alliance tells the remarkable true story of Marie-Madeleine Méric, a glamorous Parisian mother who defied convention to become the leader of the largest spy network in Nazi-occupied France. From daring car rallies in Morocco to covert operations across Europe, she risked everything for freedom, resilience, and an unexpected love that bloomed in the shadows of war.

Sacramentum, by MyDelphi

On the Shelf for April 2025 The Lesbian Historic Motif Podcast - Episode 311 with Heather Rose Jones Your monthly roundup of history, news, and the field of sapphic historical fiction. In this episode we talk about: A special announcement about your host Recent and upcoming publications covered on the blog Ragan, Bryant T. Jr. 1996. “The Enlightenment Confronts Homosexuality” in Homosexuality in Modern France ed. by Jeffrey Merrick and Bryant T. Ragan, Jr. Oxford University Press, New York. ISBN 0-19-509304-6 Merrick, Jeffrey. 1996. “The Marquis de Villette and Mademoiselle de Raucourt: Representations of Male and Female Sexual Deviance in Late Eighteenth-Century France” in Homosexuality in Modern France ed. by Jeffrey Merrick and Bryant T. Ragan, Jr. Oxford University Press, New York. ISBN 0-19-509304-6 Colwill, Elizabeth. 1996. “Pass as a Woman, Act like a Man: Marie-Antoinette as Tribade in the Pornography of the French Revolution” in Homosexuality in Modern France ed. by Jeffrey Merrick and Bryant T. Ragan, Jr. Oxford University Press, New York. ISBN 0-19-509304-6 Sautman, Francesca Canadé. 1996. “Invisible Women: Lesbian Working-class Culture in Ferance, 1880-1930” in Homosexuality in Modern France ed. by Jeffrey Merrick and Bryant T. Ragan, Jr. Oxford University Press, New York. ISBN 0-19-509304-6 Oram, Alison & Annmarie Turnbull. 2001. The Lesbian History Sourcebook: love and sex between women in Britain from 1780 to 1970. Routledge, New York. ISBN 9-78-0-415-11485-3 Choma, Anne. 2019. Gentleman Jack: The Real Anne Lister. Penguin Books, New York. ISBN 978-0-14-313456-5 Ó Síocháin, Tadhg. 2017. The Case of The Abbot of Drimnagh: A Medieval Irish Story of Sex-Change. Cork Studies in Celtic Literatures. ISBN 978-0-9955469-1-2 Recent Lesbian/Sapphic Historical Fiction Glitter in the Dark by Olesya Lyuzna That Self-Same Metal (The Forge & Fracture Saga #1) by Brittany N. Williams Saint-Seducing Gold (The Forge & Fracture Saga #2) by Brittany N. Williams Iron Tongue of Midnight (The Forge & Fracture Saga #3) by Brittany N. Williams Mere by Danielle Giles Renegade Girls: A Queer Tale of Romance and Rabble-Rousing by Nora Neus and Julie Robine The Scarlett Highwaywoman (The Highwaywomen #1) by Delilah Kent A Thief's Kiss (The Highwaywomen #2) by Delilah Kent Velvet & Vengeance (The Highwaywomen #3) by Delilah Kent The Butchers Bride (The Highwaywomen #4) by Delilah Kent The Duchess and the Dagger (The Highwaywomen #5) by Delilah Kent Reckless Hearts (The Highwaywomen #6) by Delilah Kent Banshee's Cry (Lesbian Pirates #3) by Marina Tempest Lucky Harp (Lesbian Pirates #4) by Marina Tempest Mercy's Blade (Lesbian Pirates #5) by Marina Tempest Midnight Serpent (Lesbian Pirates #6) by Marina Tempest Rum & Roses (Velvet & Vice #3) by V.C. Sterling Brandy & Betrayal (Velvet & Vice #4) by V.C. Sterling Absinthe & Affection (Velvet & Vice #5) by V.C. Sterling Moonshine & Mayhem (Velvet & Vice #6) by V.C. Sterling Scotch & Secrets (Velvet & Vice #7) by V.C. Sterling What I've been consuming Gentleman Jack by Anne Choma The Tomb of Dragons by Katherine Addison The Suffragette Scandal by Courtney Milan A transcript of this podcast is available here. (Interview transcripts added when available.) Links to the Lesbian Historic Motif Project Online Website: http://alpennia.com/lhmp Blog: http://alpennia.com/blog RSS: http://alpennia.com/blog/feed/ Twitter: @LesbianMotif Discord: Contact Heather for an invitation to the Alpennia/LHMP Discord server The Lesbian Historic Motif Project Patreon Links to Heather Online Website: http://alpennia.com Email: Heather Rose Jones Mastodon: @heatherrosejones@Wandering.Shop Bluesky: @heatherrosejones Facebook: Heather Rose Jones (author page)

Nadia Boulanger est pianiste, organiste, compositrice, cheffe d'orchestre, directrice de l'école américaine de Fontainebleau, maître de musique... Cette grande pédagogue de la musique a l'art de révéler ses élèves à eux-mêmes. Beaucoup d'éminents compositeurs du 20e siècle sont passés par «la boulangerie». Parmi eux figurent notamment Aaron Copland, Astor Piazzolla, Michel Legrand, Philipp Glass… On vient du monde entier pour se former auprès de Mademoiselle, la grande prêtresse de la musique, confie notre invitée Marina Chiche. Célèbre depuis sa nomination remarquée aux Victoires de la musique classique, Marina Chiche est aussi musicologue et productrice d'émissions sur France Musique, notamment des séries Mon cœur est un violon et Musiciennes de légende. Elle signe le livre Musiciennes de légende, de l'ombre à la lumière, paru aux Editions First avec la collaboration de France Musique. Une séquence signée Axelle Thiry Merci pour votre écoute Un Jour dans l'Histoire, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 13h15 à 14h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes d'Un Jour dans l'Histoire sur notre plateforme Auvio.be :https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/5936 Intéressés par l'histoire ? Vous pourriez également aimer nos autres podcasts : L'Histoire Continue: https://audmns.com/kSbpELwL'heure H : https://audmns.com/YagLLiKEt sa version à écouter en famille : La Mini Heure H https://audmns.com/YagLLiKAinsi que nos séries historiques :Chili, le Pays de mes Histoires : https://audmns.com/XHbnevhD-Day : https://audmns.com/JWRdPYIJoséphine Baker : https://audmns.com/wCfhoEwLa folle histoire de l'aviation : https://audmns.com/xAWjyWCLes Jeux Olympiques, l'étonnant miroir de notre Histoire : https://audmns.com/ZEIihzZMarguerite, la Voix d'une Résistante : https://audmns.com/zFDehnENapoléon, le crépuscule de l'Aigle : https://audmns.com/DcdnIUnUn Jour dans le Sport : https://audmns.com/xXlkHMHSous le sable des Pyramides : https://audmns.com/rXfVppvN'oubliez pas de vous y abonner pour ne rien manquer.Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement. Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

In this episode of Spirit Box, I'm joined by professional occultist Mademoiselle Vendredi for a chat about her recent adventures in Thailand. We discuss Mademoiselle Vendredi's encounters with local ghosts, spirits, and animist practices in Bangkok, where she was introduced to a world of supernatural entities, offerings, and hidden magical traditions. From her experiences with Thai Buddhist animism to the mysterious sounds of spectral visitors in her room, she shares firsthand accounts of a city teeming with unseen forces.We also explore the unique duality of Thai spiritual life, where Buddhist shrines coexist with older spirit houses, and offerings of red Fanta serve to appease ghosts. Mademoiselle Vendredi recounts her time in Bangkok's Portuguese quarter, where Catholic and Thai animist traditions merge, and describes her visit to the legendary Amulet Market.A heads-up to listeners: The next section of our discussion touches on necromantic practices and esoteric rituals involving human remains, which some may find upsetting. This is an exploration of historical and cultural practices, not an endorsement or advocacy of them.Our conversation turns to the darker side of Thai occultism, where necromantic practices involving effigies of the spirits of deceased infants, known as Kuman Thong. Mme Vendredi shares insights into these controversial practices, as well as other esoteric rituals involving oils and charms crafted from human remains.In the Plus show, we take a deeper look into the case of Mae Niyam, a spirit whose shrine has become a focal point for those seeking supernatural intervention. Mademoiselle Vendredi shares the eerie story of how Mae Niyam, once a young beauty queen, became a powerful spirit known for granting wishes—so much so that people flock to her shrine to leave offerings of red Fanta and luxury items in exchange for her favor. She recounts her own experiences of receiving assistance from May Neom and how she introduced one of her mentees to the spirit, leading to uncanny results.We also discuss another prominent Thai spirit, Mae Nak, a benevolent entity associated with luck and prosperity. Often depicted as a plump woman in traditional attire, Mae Nak is revered by business owners who set up altars for her in their shops, hoping to attract success.Beyond Thai spirits, we dive into Mademoiselle Vendredi's unexpected encounter with a Bangkok taxi driver who, instead of small talk, launched into an impromptu history of the Chinese ghosts, ancient grave relocations of Bangkok. We explore the significance of these ghost stories, the interplay between Chinese and Thai magical traditions, and how urban legends in Bangkok often stem from real historical events.We round out the Plus show with a discussion on Mademoiselle Vendredi's upcoming travels to Romania, where she plans to explore vampire folklore and connect with practitioners of local magic, as well as her extended stay in London. We also take a closer look at her Pharaoh's Club—an online space dedicated to magicians and occult practitioners seeking hands-on guidance, practical magical techniques, and insights from her global travels.This episode is a fascinating journey into folk magic, animism, and the intricate interplay between the living and the spirit world. Tune in for an immersive and wide-ranging discussion on magic, spirits, and the unseen forces shaping our world.Show notes:Kuman Thong https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuman_thongMae Nak https://www.thailandfoundation.or.th/culture_heritage/mae-nak-phra-khanong-thailands-most-famous-ghost-love-story/ Red Fanta https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/thailand-drinksPharaohs Club https://buymeacoffee.com/mademoisellevKeep in touch?https://linktr.ee/darraghmasonMusic by Obliqka   / obliqka  

durée : 00:27:51 - Le Feuilleton - A la cour d'Henri II, Mademoiselle de Chartres vient d'épouser M. De Clèves. Elisabeth, la reine d'Angleterre, a des vues sur Monsieur de Nemours.

durée : 00:27:51 - Le Feuilleton - A la cour d'Henri II, Mademoiselle de Chartres vient d'épouser M. De Clèves. Elisabeth, la reine d'Angleterre, a des vues sur Monsieur de Nemours.

El cantante y compositor francés Henri Salvador nos dejó un 13 de febrero a los 90 años de edad. Le recordamos con grabaciones de los años cincuenta de 'Dans mon île' -que también escuchamos grabada en 1980 por Caetano Veloso- y de 'Une chanson douce' y con canciones de sus discos de 2006 'Révérence' ('Cherche la rose' -dúo con Caetano-, 'La vie c´est la vie', 'Les amours qu´on délaisse', 'Tu sais je vais t´aimer') y de 2001 'Chambre avec vue' ('Chambre avec vue', 'J´ai vu', 'Il fait dimanche', 'Jazz Méditerranée', 'Vagabond', 'Je sais que tu sais', 'Mademoiselle', 'Le fou de la reine' -dúo con Françoise Hardy-). Escuchar audio

Au-revoir "Mademoiselle de Paris". Une page se tourne pour les Galeries Lafayette, Carrefour, La Redoute.... Ecoutez L'éco & You du 12 février 2025.

Au-revoir "Mademoiselle de Paris". Une page se tourne pour les Galeries Lafayette, Carrefour, La Redoute.... Ecoutez L'éco & You du 12 février 2025.

Le 13 juin 2012, l'actrice Fanny Ardant était sur le plateau de RTL. Elle n'a pas hésité a clasher la présentatrice. Tous les jours, retrouvez en podcast une archive des meilleures imitations de Laurent Gerra.

Comment le comédien français, inoubliable dans « Mademoiselle » face à Sandrine Bonnaire, fait-il une déclaration d'amour à sa mère dans ce récit pudique et plein d'humour ? Comment le studio Pixar prolonge-t-il habilement le succès de « Vice Versa » dans sa série « Rêves Productions » ? La saison 2 de « Chair de poule » est-elle une bonne adaptation des romans à succès ? Les découvertes musicales : Polo & Pan-Disco Nap -Metronomy Glaive - EVERYDOG HAS ITS DAY Chrome- The Mojo Kylie Minogue- Someone For Me James Bernard – She (Hammer Soundtracks collection) Merci pour votre écoute La semaine des 5 Heures, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 19h à 20h00 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes de La semaine des 5 Heures avec les choix musicaux de Rudy dans leur intégralité sur notre plateforme Auvio.be : https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/1451 Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement.

Virginie Girod raconte la légende entourant une aristocrate du XVIIIe siècle devenue l'héroïne au verre de sang.En septembre 1792, quelques semaines après la chute de la monarchie, plusieurs prisons sont prises d'assaut dans toute la France par des sans-culottes. Ces derniers massacrent plusieurs centaines de détenus - contre-révolutionnaires et royalistes pour la plupart - craignant qu'ils ne s'évadent et parviennent à faire libérer le roi déchu Louis XVI en s'alliant avec les puissances étrangères.Parmi les détenus menacés par les révolutionnaires, se trouve le marquis de Sombreuil, gouverneur des Invalides emprisonné à la prison parisienne de l'Abbaye, avec sa fille, Marie-Maurille (1768-1823). Cette dernière, dans un geste désespéré, aurait bu un verre rempli de sang afin que la lame du bourreau ne s'abatte pas sur le cou de son père. Le cœur de celle devenue, pour la postérité "l'héroïne au verre de sang", est aujourd'hui conservé dans le carditaphe des Invalides. Au Cœur de l'Histoire est un podcast Europe 1.- Présentation et écriture : Virginie Girod- Production : Armelle Thiberge et Morgane Vianey- Réalisation : Nicolas Gaspard- Composition du générique : Julien Tharaud- Promotion et coordination des partenariats : Marie Corpet- Visuel : Sidonie Mangin Ressources en ligne : Mademoiselle de Sombreuil : épisode de la Terreur Ruines et fantômes / Jules Claretie Sombreuil, Marie-Maurille Virot de (1767-1823 ; comtesse de Villelume) - France Archives Sombreuil, Charles-François Virot (1723-1794 ; marquis de) - France Archives Les petits secrets de l'Hôtel des Invalides - Site archives du ministère des Armées Prise du palais des Tuileries, 10 août 1792 par Jacques Bertaux - Château de Versailles La prise des Tuileries, 10 août 1792 - Château de Versailles

Aimie K. Runyan is back on the podcast this week to discuss Mademoiselle Eiffel, which tells the little-known story of Claire Eiffel, and her significant, though overlooked, contributions to the city of Paris. Claire was Gustave Eiffel's daughter, illustrious architect of many global landmarks, including  the Eiffel Tower. Mademoiselle Eiffel contains sweeping themes of love, devotion, and family legacy, and is sprinkled with impeccably researched tidbits of French culture and historical events and figures. It is an absolute delight for historical fiction readers!

durée : 00:59:03 - Toute une vie - par : Jeanne Guérout - Qui connaît aujourd'hui Anne-Josèphe Théroigne, dite Théroigne de Méricourt ? Égérie puis martyre de la Révolution française, la « Belle Liégeoise » a pourtant été l'une des figures les plus emblématiques de l'engagement politique des femmes. - réalisation : Guillaume Baldy

Holly and Tracy discuss the unfortunate and gruesome event that allegedly happened at Anne-Marie-Louse's funeral. Harrison Dyar's compulsion and cruelty are also examined.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Anne-Marie-Louise d'Orleans has been described by historians as having been one of the richest heiresses in history, as an insurgent, as unaccomplished, as an Amazon, as a writer, and as a fool. And she was sort of all of those things.  Research:  Barine, Arvede, and Helen Meyer. “La Grande Mademoiselle 1627-1652.” Putnam. 1902. Accessed online: https://www.gutenberg.org/files/50717/50717-h/50717-h.htm Britannica, The Editors of Encyclopaedia. "Anne-Marie-Louise d'Orléans, duchess de Montpensier". Encyclopedia Britannica, 25 May. 2023, https://www.britannica.com/biography/Anne-Marie-Louise-dOrleans-duchesse-de-Montpensier DeJean, Joan. “Against Marriage: The Correspondence of La Grande Mademoiselle.” Chicago University Press. 2002. “France's Mid-17th-Century Crisis: The Fronde (1648-1653).” University of Kentucky. https://history.as.uky.edu/france%E2%80%99s-mid-17th-century-crisis-fronde-1648-1653 Fraser, Antonia. “Love and Louis XIV: The Women in the Life of the Sun King.” Anchor Books. 2007. “La Grande Mademoiselle 1627-1693.” Chateau de Versailles. https://en.chateauversailles.fr/discover/history/great-characters/grande-mademoiselle Montpensier, Anne-Marie-Louise d'Orleans. “Memoirs of Mademoiselle de Montpensier, grand-dughter of Henri Quatre, and niece of Queen Henrietta-Maria.” London, Colburn. 1848. https://archive.org/details/memoirsmademois02montgoog/page/n10/mode/2up Sackville-West, V. “Daughter of France: the life of Anne Marie Louise d'Orléans, duchesse de Montpensier, 1627-1693, la Grande Mademoiselle.” Doubleday. 1959. Accessed online: https://archive.org/details/daughteroffrance00sack/page/30/mode/2up See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.