Podcasts about Maidenhead

Episode 60. AJ Climate Champions with Hattie Hartman and Joe Jack Williams.  In this episode, we take a deep dive into building with timber. Haggart shares numerous tips for practices just getting started. Early engagement with the supply chain and getting the right engineer are essential. Efficient use of timber is essential, as is designing for longevity and adaptability by getting column grids right and incorporating ‘soft spots' where connections between floors can be introduced at a later date. Managing moisture by designing out wet trades is just as critical as fire risk. Haggart also explains how engineered timber structures can be designed for circularity. She sees a future of more manufacturer take-back schemes, rather than the current fledgling approach of one-to-one reuse between a host building and a donor building.   Waugh Thistleton's Black & White Building recently won global recognition as a winner of the Built by Nature prize, recognised particularly for its efficient use of timber in both structure and facade and an informative LCA report which sets out the metrics behind the building in an engaging and accessible manner that others can learn from. Current projects in the pipeline include a twin office building for Lendlease on the Milan Expo site, a stone clad office tower in Maidenhead and collaboration with community housing practice We Can Make in Bristol. For show notes and to catch up on all AJ Climate Champions episodes, click here. Supported by Built by Nature

Why do people have affairs? What effect does it have on kids? How do you learn to love again after your partner has cheated? Answering all these questions is the brilliant psychotherapist Juliet Rosenfeld! She tells us all about her fascinating book, Affairs: True Stories of Love, Lies, Hope and Desire. We discuss what is going on in the minds of cheaters and what it's got to do with childhood. We also dig deep into topics such as polyamory, BDSM, and whether a relationship can be resurrected after an affair.As is the custom, we end with some Scummy Mummy Confessions, this time involving a puffy coat and some Marks and Spencer party food. Juliet's book is out now. You can follow her on the old Instagram @julietrosenfeldpsychoanalyst.IT'S TIIIIME! Our Christmas tour kicks off next week! Maidenhead and Chipping Norton are SOLD OUT. But you can come and see us in Chelmsford, Guildford, or Norwich. And we're touring our Hot Mess show throughout 2026 - go to scummymummies.com for dates and tickets. Tickets make great Christmas gifts, and if you email us info@scummymummies.com, we'll do a personalised video message for the recipient! WE HAVE A SHOP! Visit scummymummiesshop.com for our ace t-shirts, mugs, and sweatshirts. FREE UK DELIVERY! We're on X, Instagram, and Facebook @scummymummies. If you like the podcast, please rate, review and subscribe. Thank you for listening! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

For many who move to the UK, there is much to learn and a new culture to get used to. For Geoff, he wondered how he could continue to Serve God here. After being welcomed into a church, he discovered some of what God had in store for him. Listen to find out more.

Join Josh and Matty as they pick over the defeat to leagueleaders Hornchurch, and consider whether the Gulls' away form will turn around at either Farnborough or Maidenhead. There's also a heartfelt tribute to one of Europe's most famous rabbits.

George Taplin joins the Masters Swimming Podcast to discuss his record-breaking end-to-end swim in Lake Windermere. George has a unique perspective on ecology and cleaning up our waterways given his full-time employment in the water industry. George grew up training with Olympic champion, Tom Dean in Maidenhead and now lives, trains and works full time in Leeds. He swam Windermere's 10.5miles at an average pace of 1:09 per 100m to break the record for swimming the length of England's longest lake. He shares insights on pacing, fuelling, and the psychological aspects of endurance swimming. Visit Allen's of Kingsbury to update your swimsuits and gear: https://www.allensswimwear.co.uk. Use discount code MastersPod for 10% discount – code valid until 14/11/25 on full priced items.

How do you get teens to talk to you? Why do they need to sleep so much? And where the hell are they putting all that food? Helping us to answer all these questions is author Nicole Howes! She tells us all about her new book, Not a Survival Guide. We talk about the highs and lows of having teenage kids, and share our top tips for getting through. Nicole reveals why it's important to manage our expectations, and suggests some ways we can make things easier on ourselves, and our teens. As always, we share some Scummy Mummy Confessions - this time involving shaving, a leaking swim nappy, and a smoking food processor. Plus: how does Ellie keep spoiling Love is Blind for Helen using just her eyebrows?You can follow Nicole on Instagram @bynicolehowes.Huge thanks to everyone who's already been to see our Hot Mess show . We're touring right through this year and next - Canterbury and Wimborne this week, then in November we're coming to Bath, Stamford, Leatherhead, Catford and Twickenham.Our Christmas tour kicks off on 26 November in Maidenhead, followed by Chelmsford, Chipping Norton, Guildford and Norwich. Many nights are already SOLD OUT so get your tickets now! And of course we're touring throughout 2026... Tickets make excellent Christmas gifts! Send us an Instagram DM and we'll happily do a quick video telling the recipient about their present! All dates and tickets via scummymummies.com.*WE HAVE A SHOP!* Visit scummymummiesshop.com for our ace t-shirts, mugs, washbags, sweatshirts and beach towels. FREE UK DELIVERY! We're on X, Instagram, and Facebook @scummymummies. If you like the podcast, please rate, review and subscribe. Thank you for listening! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A joyride through rave-ready tech house, speed garage, jungle and more. To the casual onlooker, Enzo Siragusa may seem easy to pigeonhole as just a UK DJ playing chunky house music. Wrong. The Maidenhead native has serious pedigree, earned from 30-plus years fully immersed in the rave, first as a dancer at jungle and hardcore parties, then as a hobby DJ and finally as the cofounder of one of London's most influential club nights: Fuse. What began life in 2008 as a ramshackle afterparty on Brick Lane is now a global brand with multiple festivals and roving events, and Siragusa its figurehead. For years, Fuse's MO was doggedly down to earth, built on a love for intimate shows where the residents took top billing. Its impact on modern dance culture is clear to see in the runaway success of the so-called UK tech house movement (think Michael Bibi, PAWSA and Chris Stussy). And yet Fuse always cut deeper, darker and dubbier. "I felt you could bring the emotion of jungle and hardcore into minimal house, which is what became the Fuse sound," Siragusa told fabric last year. A child of Metalheadz as much as Perlon, his tastes—and vast vinyl collection—run wide, and today the breadth of these influences inform his creativity behind the decks more than ever. As RA.1008 illustrates acrpss nearly two hours, dazzling tech house, minimal, speed garage, jungle and more all fit under Siragusa's roof. The blending is sublime, each new transition a window into a fleeting sonic world. There's no tracklist, with a clutch of totally unreleased tunes aired for the first time. Happy IDing. @enzosiragusa @fuselondon https://ra.co/podcast/1027

Time for a cup of tea and a catch up as we share all the big stuff that's been happening lately. Helen talks about what it was like to run the Sydney marathon, and shares an unimpressive celebrity anecdote. Ellie discusses her partial knee replacement, and the thing she did in the hospital that made a nurse go "Oh my God." We round off with some fantastic Scummy Mummy Confessions, harvested from our live show. Midwife mixups, redundancy revenge plots, women shaving each others' "fairies" - listen in for stories so funny you couldn't make them up. Huge thanks to everyone who's already been to see our Hot Mess show . We're touring right through this year and next - this month it's Maidenhead, Potters Bar, Tonbridge, Tewkesbury, Canterbury, Wimborne... Then it's our huge homecoming gig in Catford on 14 November, plus lots of other shows all round the country. For dates and tickets go to scummymummies.comPS Sorry to mention the C word, but tickets for our Christmas shows are on sale too... Maidenhead, Chelmsford, Chipping Norton, Guildford and Norwich... They're selling fast so get your tickets now if you fancy a festive mums' night out! *WE HAVE A SHOP!* Visit scummymummiesshop.com for our ace t-shirts, mugs, washbags, sweatshirts and beach towels. FREE UK DELIVERY! We're on X, Instagram, and Facebook @scummymummies. If you like the podcast, please rate, review and subscribe. Thank you for listening! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Is leopard print the new Breton top? What should you wear if you want to avoid "Mum Bum"? And what is the one thing you should always bring to a festival? Answering these questions is the amazing Zoe de Pass, aka Dress Like a Mum! We interviewed Zoe live on stage at this year's Big Feastival. As she's a style icon we chatted about fashion, of course, and invited her to pass judgment on some of our favourite outfits past and present. We also talked about the brilliant ski trips Zoe runs and shared some amazing stories involving incontinence, nudity, and infidelity. And that's before we even got to the Scummy Mummy Confessions - tune in to hear some of the terrible tales our audience revealed at our Feastival show, and a few of our own. Follow Zoe @dresslikeamum. Her excellent sunglasses are available from zoedepass.com. This January's Women Who Ski is open for bookings and March will be launching in December - head to kalumaski.com for more info.Big thanks to Peter Lee from redheadav.com for recording the podcast for us. **TOUR TIME!** Yes we are hitting the road again this month with our new for 2025 show, HOT MESS! This week it's Exeter, Redruth, Basingstoke, and Bishop's Stortford. In October we're coming to Tenbury Wells, Leamington Spa, Maidenhead, Potters Bar, Tonbridge, Tewkesbury, Canterbury, Wimborne... Then it's our huge homecoming gig in Catford on 14 November, plus lots of other shows all round the country. For dates and tickets go to scummymummies.comPS Sorry to mention the C word, but tickets for our Christmas shows are on sale too... Maidenhead, Chelmsford, Chipping Norton, Guildford and Norwich... They're selling fast so get your tickets now if you fancy a festive mums' night out! *WE HAVE A SHOP!* Visit scummymummiesshop.com for our ace t-shirts, mugs, washbags, sweatshirts and beach towels. FREE UK DELIVERY! We're on X, Instagram, and Facebook @scummymummies. If you like the podcast, please rate, review and subscribe. Thank you for listening! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Another week to remember for our sides in the FA Cup and we hear from three managers after the fascinating action. A shock win at Maidenhead continued a fine start to the season for Faversham Town and their boss Tommy Warrilow discusses that win, the tie at Ebbsfleet and their excellent start in the league. It was Chatham who prevailed in the all-Kent tie at Ashford, and their manager Kevin Hake tells us about why the club's squad has changed so much and his hopes for a dream run in the competition, while Nuts and Bolts boss Lloyd Hume admits key moments at both ends cost his side in that tie.We've got all the rest of the news from the cup and otherwise - including a managerial departure - and all the usual chat and nonsense, including the Bermondsey Beer Mile, avoiding the rain, random teachers and loads more besides. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Our guest for this episode is the awesome author Julia Raeside. She tells us about her brilliant and very funny book about women taking on toxic men in comedy, Don't Make Me Laugh.We discuss why so many comedians turn out to be dreadful, and how working together is the key to effecting change. Julia talks about the reactions her book has had so far and why it seems to be resonating with so many people. There's also a bit of chat about the writing process - why is it so difficult? What should you do when you feel like packing it in? And which is harder, writing a book or running a marathon? Julia helps us try to answer these questions, and shares her top tip for getting your first draft finished. We round off with some classic Scummy Mummy Confessions involving McDonald's, cat diarrhoea, and lying to children about sex.Julia's book is out now in paperback and you can follow her on Instagram @juliaraesidewriter.**AUTUMN TOUR TIME!** Yes we are hitting the road again this month with our new for 2025 show, HOT MESS! September is Loughborough, Tonbridge, Exeter, Redruth, Basingstoke, and Bishop's Stortford. In October we're coming to Tenbury Wells, Leamington Spa, Maidenhead, Potters Bar, Tonbridge yes again, Tewkesbury, Canterbury, Wimborne... Then it's our huge homecoming gig in Catford on 14 November, plus lots of other shows all round the country. For dates and tickets go to scummymummies.com*WE HAVE A SHOP!* Visit scummymummiesshop.com for our ace t-shirts, mugs, washbags, sweatshirts and beach towels. FREE UK DELIVERY! We're on X, Instagram, and Facebook @scummymummies. If you like the podcast, please rate, review and subscribe. Thank you for listening! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Milo and Phoebe are back asking Pat questions about ancient history, this week: Roman Britain. How Roman was it? Did the geezer archetype always exist? Let's find out. Get this full episode on Patreon (and much more) here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/dr-wymans-time-137782106 See Milo on tour in the UK here (September shows in Maidenhead, Cambridge, London, Oxford and Cardiff): https://www.miloedwards.co.uk/liveshows

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This episode comes to you live from a Premier Inn room in Stevenage. That's showbusiness! Our guest is Steve Hill, sports writer, roadie, and miserable but funny man. We talk about his last decade driving for the Scummy Mummies, and how he's managed to finagle his way onto the stage. Listen in to discover what we fight about in the van, which curry Steve always orders, and how Ellie finds such nice pubs for lunch. Plus there's some incredibly lowbrow toilet humour and a debate about whether we'd have it off with Keir Starmer. So all in all it's a bit of a silly summer episode as we take a break for the holidays. But we'll be back in autumn with new guests, and of course more shows - come and see us LIVE in Loughborough, Tonbridge, Exeter, Redruth, Bishop's Stortford, Tenbury Wells, Leamington Spa, Maidenhead, Potters Bar, Tewkesbury, Canterbury, Wimborne... For loads more dates and tickets, go to scummymummies.com. *WE HAVE A SHOP!* Visit scummymummiesshop.com for our ace t-shirts, mugs, washbags, sweatshirts and beach towels. FREE UK DELIVERY! We're on X, Instagram, and Facebook @scummymummies. If you like the podcast, please rate, review and subscribe. Thank you for listening! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode I am talking to the gorgeous Hayley Borg, who is a friend of mine, a Feminine Embodiment Coach and a Mum to two boys based in Maidenhead, England. In this episode we speak about:a bit about what Hayley does and her programme; 'Womanhood'reclaiming your inner authority after motherhood and the feminine archetypes nurturing healthy masculinity in the next generationthe power of relationships to show us our truth (and where we're hiding it!)f**k the idea of being 'Super Mum' and how toxic it isthe changing energies and seasons of our life as womenwelcoming play, pleasure and our body's responsesgetting to know all the facets of our fabulous selvesthe positive impact that feminine embodiment work can have on our intimate relationshipsThemes: motherhood, matrescence, femininity, divorce, sex, healingTo learn more about Hayley see here on her website. And do connect with Hayley on Instagram. We mention Regena Thomashauer and Audre Lorde.At the end, I read a poem by Tanya Markul.Did you enjoy this episode? If so, I would really appreciate it if you could please leave a review on the platform that you listen. For more insights and to contact me you can find me on Instagram, and/or on my website: www.lucywyldecoaching.com.

Don's bargain with a seductive vampire.In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Lady PrimroseThe long, wood-paneled ballroom was largely what Don would have expected. There were a pair of tables near the entrance heavily laden with bowls and platters of fruit, as well as a fountain jetting clear, cold water surrounded by crystal glasses. There were doors at intervals down the length of the two side walls that seemed to open into the gardens, and illuminating the entire room were three very large candle chandeliers sparkling with golden light. In what seemed to be entirely appropriate décor, any would-be empty wall space of any considerable size was hung with high quality paintings. However, the paintings all had a decidedly erotic bent, as if someone had decided to redo the illustrations from the Kama Sutra in the style of the Dutch and English masters of the 18th and 19th centuries. There were some portraits too, but they were all showing much more skin than normal. The life-sized painting of a reclining pale young man with a rather generous erection was not exactly what one expected to see in a respectable Victorian mansion.Or, at least, not displayed prominently in the grand ballroom.The guests who had been admitted through the main doors, along with Don, gathered about the tables for some fruit and water, and then gradually began to disperse along the length of the ballroom, where they mingled with a number of people who seem to have been admitted to the room earlier, or who had come in through the garden. While Don, Jerome, Bian, Rodney, and Marilyn, seemed fairly representative of the former crowd of guests and of Erosians in general, the latter set seemed quite different.Each of these others moved with an unusually feline grace and unmistakable confidence. To paraphrase an astute (though fictional) observer of human nature, they walked as if the place belonged to them. They were all of them exceptionally good looking and possessed of an undeniable sex appeal, even for Eros. Don wasn't really surprised to note that these attendees were a bit paler than the other guests.Music began to play. It was unobtrusive instrumental music, ideal for slow dancing, but modern enough that no one felt compelled to waltz or anything like that. Don watched as the paler partiers moved among the others, smiling and batting their eyes, selecting, and engaging. Most led their chosen partners toward the open end of the ballroom where they danced together, but some slipped off through the open doors into the garden.Don felt a cool hand slip into his and turned to see the lovely Cessily next to him. She was now wearing a dark red evening gown with a plunging neckline that showed off most of her pale breasts to very nice advantage. Her blue eyes twinkled up at him and her lips, now crimson to match her gown, were smiling in a rather inviting way."Good evening," Cessily purred. "'Don,' wasn't it?""It was, and still is," Don nodded, unable to resist smiling back at the charming woman."Would you like to dance, Don?" she smiled."Is dancing all you have in mind, my dear?" he managed."Oh, well, there's always more than dancing on my mind," she laughed."In that at least we're kindred spirits," admitted Don."If you enjoy our dance, perhaps we could retire to someplace a bit more private, ""Something a bit more shadowy, say?"She smiled again, "If you like, though I don't mind an audience.""Once more, we have that in common.""I could tell I liked you right from the start, Don.""You seem to have excellent taste, fair Cessily."She leaned in closer, so Don could feel her lips very lightly brushing his neck, as she said, "I would love to see if your taste is so fine."Don swallowed hard, and then managed to say, "I must say I find the thought very tempting, but, "She placed her hand on his chest and looked up into his eyes with another of her fetching smiles and said, "Would you like Lucien to join us?"Laughing a little, Don said, "No, that's quite alright. It's just that I'm afraid I really must save myself for Lady Primrose.""Oh," she actually pouted a bit."However, if she has no use for me, "Cessily rolled her eyes a bit, "No, she'll just eat you up, the greedy bitch."Don was a bit taken aback, and a bit put off by her phrasing, despite his pre-existing suspicions."Oh, don't mind me, sweet thing," Cessily laughed. "I just had my heart set on you for the night.""That is very flattering! In other circumstances, "She leaned in and rose up on her toes a bit to kiss him on the cheek, then said, "If you get tired of waiting for her ladyship, don't hesitate to come find me."Then, flashing him a bright smile and a quick wink, Cessily slipped off to find another quarry."I've never seen anyone turn Cessily down before," said a familiar voice from over Don's shoulder.Don turned to see Lucien regarding him with a slight, diffident smile."It wasn't easy," Don admitted, "but I think it's best if I wait until I get the chance to talk to Lady Primrose.""Interesting," shrugged Lucien. "She generally likes to make a late entrance. Normally I'd wish you luck resisting the charms of the other women, and men, here, but if you can say 'no' to Cessily, I suspect you don't need any help in that regard."Don laughed, "Again, it wasn't easy."Lucien nodded and left Don to fend off the advances of several other extremely attractive women who seemed quite eager to slip off to a darkened corner with him. Two of them actually suggested they share him."Do you mean, I can enjoy you both?""Oh, yes, of course," said the redhead, as her raven-haired companion licked her lips while admiring Don's neck.Don smiled and proffered his now customary response. The two women didn't seem to mind too much, and Don soon saw them dancing with a very cheerful Rodney, as nearby Marilyn seemed to swoon in the embrace of a tall, dark stranger.When the two women led Rodney off into the garden, Don thought he should follow. He doubted that anyone was in serious danger here, but he wanted to confirm his suspicions and perhaps see something erotic along the way.Before he could make it to the garden though, he found himself drawn up short as a gorgeous woman slipped up next to him and took his arm."I understand you have been waiting for me, sir," she said in a low, sensuous voice steeped in a cultured English accent.She was only a little shorter than Don, wearing a black dress that clung lovingly to her body, accentuating her curves and emphasizing her generous breasts with impressive décolletage. Her skin was fair in the way the aristocracy used to find a necessary part of beauty. She had thick chestnut hair pulled back and then falling over her bare shoulders, dark red lips smiling at Don, and emerald green eyes dancing with candlelight and echoing the little glints of her earrings. She was, to put it entirely too simply, staggeringly beautiful."Lady Primrose, I presume?""Indeed," she nodded."I'm very pleased to meet you," Don took her hand and raised it briefly to his lips. He said, "My name is Don and I am at your service."She smiled a bit coolly and said, "Well, we shall see about that, Don. Are you enjoying the party?""I am," Don nodded. "I've been enjoying the artwork, and the company is quite interesting, though now I see that it was all but a light appetizer."She cocked her eyebrow at him and gave him half a smile, and then said, "I should 'make the rounds,' so to speak; would you be so kind as to accompany me?"Don bowed a bit, "Of course, milady."Patting his hand with her cool fingers, she said, "You may call me Clarissa, Don."Arm-in-arm they moved through the guests still in the ballroom. The guests who had come in with Don seemed largely entranced by their paler companions, but those last all smiled and greeted Lady Clarissa Primrose as she passed.As they started toward the gardens, she again addressed Don directly, saying, "You have questions.""I usually do, yes," Don smiled."Curiosity is a nearly insatiable thirst, isn't it?""Quite.""Indulge yourself, Don; drink deep," she smiled as she watched his face."Lucien called Cessily his sister, but that isn't literally true, is it?""Of all the questions you must have, that's the first?" she chuckled.Don shrugged, "It's the one I'm most likely to forget and regret not asking.""There are several ways to be siblings," she said. "They share the same mother, but not a womb. They share not genes but blood.""And you are their mother, I take it?""One of them, yes.""So, 'Lady' is a bit of an understatement.""What would you have me called?""Queen seems more appropriate," Don decided."You flatter me, Don," she laughed. "At least this is more interesting than the usual sort. One grows a bit tired of the usual compliments."They had already passed a couple on a shadowy bench. The woman was straddling the man's lap and had her head buried in the crook of his neck. In another corner, a woman leaned back against a wall as a dark-haired man who might have been Lucien had his mouth fixed on her exposed breast.When they came to Rodney, who seemed to be getting a rather extreme hickey from the redhead and an enthusiastic blowjob from the darker woman, Don asked, "Are they in danger?""Only if they want to be," Clarissa smiled."Does that happen often?""More often than one might expect, but not what I would call 'often.'""And how does one become, your child? That doesn't sound right," Don frowned."Perhaps it's best not to strain that metaphor," she patted his hand again and turned him back to the house. "One has to drink in turn.""Yes, of course," Don nodded."Is that why you wanted to see me, Don?"He smiled at her, "No, I'm here on other business.""Interesting," she mused as they came back into the ballroom. "You saved yourself for me, and I see that you understand what that would mean, at least normally, but you don't seem to have come for the usual reason at all, though I sense that you find the thought appealing. This would make sense if you were here to join my family."She had led him through the ballroom and back to the entry hall, and they were now climbing the stairs."Moreover, there's something different about you, Don." She raised his wrist and inhaled deeply. "You have, layers, complexity."She pressed her lips to his wrist and let her tongue play lightly over his flesh. He thought for a moment that he could feel her teeth against his skin. For a moment he thought she would bite him, and he wanted her to."Uh, yes, there is a depth of flavor to you, Don. It's quite unusual." She looked up at him without raising her mouth from his wrist. She smiled, "Will you give me a taste?"Don suddenly realized that they had climbed all the way to the top floor and had come into a large candle-lit bedroom with a large canopy bed in the center of it. It reminded him of the bedroom Toshia and he had found themselves in so long ago. It also struck him as a much darker, more sinister reflection of the Lady's bedroom in that distant Manor. With a tremendous effort of will, Don remembered that he had a mission to accomplish."Perhaps," he finally managed, as he moved his hand to cup Lady Clarissa Primrose's chin in his hand and draw her to him. He leaned in a bit, kissing her full lips lightly.Don just meant to put her off for a moment with that kiss, but she wasn't having any light kisses. She slipped her arms around him, one slipping up so that she could hold the back of his head, and kissed him passionately, hungrily. Her lips were cool, but her enthusiasm was heat enough. Her tongue slipped into his mouth insistently, as Don's hands moved up over her back until his fingers found the little zipper handle between her lower shoulder blades. When he'd opened the back of her gown, she stepped back a little and shimmied out of her black sheath.She gave Don a moment to admire her beautiful alabaster body, before she stepped to him again, raising her cool fingers to caress his face."We could share the sweetest of ecstasies, Don," she purred as her fingers dexterously unbuttoned his shirt in what seemed both slow motion and extremely quickly. She leaned in to kiss the side of his neck as his jacket and then his shirt fell to the floor. He felt the tip of her tongue brushing his skin.She pulled back and looked him in the eye with a confident smile on her dark lips, and said, "You have some power in this world, I can taste it on your flesh, but you've never known the power I can share with you, if you'll but give me a taste of yourself. You aren't afraid, I can tell. You want to give me what I want."Letting his hands move over her body, caressing her curves, lingering over her perfect, full breasts, Don smiled and repeated, "Perhaps."Somehow, she had undone his belt and opened his slacks. She was up against him again now with her hand in his pants, squeezing and pulling on his cock in a grip that was exquisitely tight, but still on the side of pain that counts as pleasure.Her nose was brushing against his, and he could feel her breath on his lips as she said, "You want to be inside me, Don. You can't deny it. You could have given yourself to Cessily or any of the others, but you saved yourself for me. Surrender yourself to me, Don."Don forced himself to tear his hands away from touching her long enough to push his pants down, and then kicked his shoes and pants to the side. He licked his lips, swallowed, and said, again, "Perhaps."Her eyes, so close to his now, narrowed and she growled a bit. Letting go of his sex, she placed her hand flat on his chest and shoved him backward, throwing him easily back on the silken coverings of the bed. Before Don could do more than land on his back splayed out helplessly, she was on top of him, crouched over him and looking down into his face. There was a fire in her eyes and for the first time, it was clear her

Shagbotttom SocietyVictorian Hedonism comes to life.In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.The two girls held a whispered conference on the big bed, and then Sage was pushing Reyansh away. She said, "Hold on one sec, lover; I want to try something."There was a very quick rearrangement, during which Don never had to leave Felicia's sweet embrace. Then Sage was laying with her head hanging over the edge of the bed, as Felicia lowered her mouth to Sage's cunt and clit, which she proceeded to lick and suck. Felicia's ass was up in the air, and Don continued to fuck her from behind. Then Sage beckoned to Reyansh, "Bring that big boy over here."Eager to comply, he lowered his hard cock for Sage so she could take it into her mouth and then her throat. Sage held his hips to keep her from getting carried away, but he was free to fuck her throat, and that's exactly what he began to do, reaching forward to cup and squeeze Sage's tits in his hands.Don looked down to see his relatively thick cock sliding in and out of Felicia's tight cunt, Felicia's perfect ass, her slender back, the back of her head with her adorable pixie cut, Sage's taut abs and strong thighs, her breasts being manhandled by Reyansh, her beautiful throat as she let him use it, and Reyansh's dark, athletic body as he worked himself in and out of Sage. It was a beautiful spectacle!Don could tell from the way Felicia was moving her right arm that she was fingering Sage as she licked. It didn't take too long before one of Sage's hands went from Reyansh's hip to the top of Felicia's head, and then it was only a minute longer before Sage was writhing on the bed between Felicia and Reyansh as she had a long, intense orgasm. As she shook and trembled, Reyansh pulled his now dripping wet cock out to let her breath."Damn! That was a good one!" Sage breathed."It looked like it," Don grinned from across the bed.Sage sat up and grinned back at him, before curling up to grab Felicia's face and kiss her deeply. Reyansh got up on the bed behind Sage and coaxed her up onto her hands and knees. Then the two women were kissing in the middle of the bed as the two men fucked them from behind. No one was trying to come; they were just enjoying themselves kissing and fucking.After a little bit of this, Sage broke the kiss, and looked over Felicia's shoulder, smiled at Don and asked, "Are you enjoying her hot cunt, Don?""Oh yes!" he grinned. "Are you enjoying Reyansh's big cock inside you?""You know," she laughed. "I really am.""Good!""I agree, but I was thinking, You know how I had all those cocks fucking me earlier?""I do," Don nodded. "It was very hot!""Yeah it was! But I don't remember sweet Felicia here having more than one cock at any time.""Is that right?""Reyansh," Sage asked over her shoulder, "did you see Felicia getting more than one cock?""No, I certainly didn't."All through this exchange, Felicia had done little more than giggle and push back on Don's cock."Well, this won't do at all," Sage decided. "Stop fucking me and get over here and feed Felicia your cock."Don held still until Reyansh was in position, but then he went back to fucking little Felicia harder, shoving her forward onto the cock in her mouth and throat. Sage crawled over to him and kissed him deeply before bending down to reach under Felicia to play with her clit. Before they could get Felicia to the breaking point, though, Sage stopped and asked Don, "She's got a pretty tight little ass, do you think you can fit inside it?""I could certainly try," Don laughed.Felicia murmured her approval around Reyansh's cock."Don't be so quick, sweetie," Sage said. "You're going to have a cock in your cunt too."Felicia's murmur was more enthusiastic, and she managed to nod her head rather emphatically.In another minute, Sage had Reyansh lie on his back and then Felicia mount him, bending forward so Don could push his cock, slippery with Felicia's juices, slowly up into her very tight, very hot ass. Sage leaned on Don's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Fuck her ass good, baby. Make her come between you two studs!""Yes, ma'am," Don grinned, and proceeded to begin fucking Felicia's ass intently. Long, slow strokes gradually became shorter and faster. All the while Felicia was rocking her pelvis between the two men and groaning with pleasure.Sage move around to get down on her hands and knees so she could kiss Felicia, who could do little but let herself be kissed."Do you like having those cocks fucking you?" Sage asked."Yes," Felicia moaned. "It feels so good.""Are you going to come on their hard cocks?""Uh huh," Felicia breathed. "Very soon.""Do it, baby!" Sage said as she stroked Felicia's pretty face. "Come for us!""Oh god, yes!" Felicia cried as her body began to spasm between the two men. She shook and clenched, her cunt and ass pulling and grasping at the cocks inside her.Sage leaned in again and kissed her deeply. "Good girl," she smiled. Then she looked over Felicia's shoulder and asked, "Did you come? No? What about you down there? No? Well! We'll have to fix that, won't we? You two were partners in the game, right? You met in Rendezvous, right? Very good. Don and I are partners too, so I think we should finish this swap right. Reyansh, I want you to give me your cum wherever you want, and Don, you come for Felicia."Don slowly drew out of Felicia's ass so she could let Reyansh get out from under her. He took her in his arms and asked her, "Where do you want me to come, Felicia?""Please fuck my ass some more, Don," she said as her hand went to his cock. "But let me ride you."In short order, Don was lying next to Sage. She had her legs wrapped around Reyansh's waist, while he held her wrists up over her head as he drove into her cunt. Don was holding his cock erect for Felicia, who was squatting over him, pushing her tight ass down over his flaring head and thick shaft. Felicia leaned back with her hands on Don's thighs and began to raise and lower herself on him.Reyansh was driving into Sage's cunt with abandon, grinding against her clit and surely bottoming out in her grasping cunt. He was looking into her eyes as he fucked her harder and faster. Soon, both of them were groaning and clenching on the bed next to Don and Felicia as Sage's cunt was eagerly pulling a flood of hot cum out of Reyansh's cock.Don found the fact that he was lying next to Sage as she climaxed on another man's cock intensely erotic. The thought that she was yet again getting filled with cum only made the situation hotter! Don began to arch his back to fuck up into Felicia's ass, and reached down to use his thumb to play with her clit. Then there was motion on the bed next to them, and Sage leaned across Don to replace his thumb with her mouth on Felicia's clit. Reyansh stood up on the bed and offered Felicia his cock to clean off.Don lay back and watched the beautiful woman riding his cock take Reyansh's cummy cock into her mouth and suck on it hungrily, and felt Sage's fingers against the base of his cock as she pushed them up into Felicia's cunt. Then Felicia was coming again, moaning around the cock in her mouth and pushing down on Don. This was all Don could take and he felt his body shoving up into her ass as his balls tightened and his cock swelled inside her. Then he was arching his back, pushing up on Sage and into Felicia as he erupted, pumping a geyser of hot cum up into her.Very slowly, assisted by Reyansh, a quivering Felicia fell backwards, letting Don's cock slip out of her. Sage immediately caught it and took it into her mouth, claiming the last of his cum for herself.When she managed to get up on one arm and look at Don, Sage smiled and said, "Another shower?"Don laughed, utterly smitten by the sleepy, well-fucked look in her eyes and her messy mane of red hair, and said, "Sure, but if you think you're getting more sex out of me, "She kissed him quickly and said, "We'll see about that." Then she was clambering over him and pulling him out of the bed. Reyansh was lying there cradling Felicia in his arms, and Sage called back to them, "Don't take all the covers; we'll be back."As the water poured over them, in a brief break in their making out and hurried cleaning, Sage looked up at him and asked, "So, out in the other world, um, are you seeing anyone?"Don chuckled, bent down to kiss her, and then picked her up. She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, sinking down on his cock. Don's hands gripped her ass and slowly raised and lowered her. He smiled and said, "Well, I have this relationship with Toshia that's gotten interesting, but, as you know, she's got a girlfriend, but, actually, I was thinking I would like to be seeing you. If you're free, that is.""I think we can work something out," she smirked. "I take it we're going to be swingers, or something like that.""That does seem to be the way things are going," he kissed her again. "How does that sound to you?""Hum, pretty damn good. Just remember, ""I belong to you," he nodded."Aye, and, for the record, in case you were wondering, vice versa," she said as she flexed herself against him, working up and down and grinding against the base of his cock.Don grinned, "Yeah, I worked that out.""But we share.""Right.""And if we get a chance, we're banging the hell out of Toshia," she said."Of course.""Good," she kissed him. "Now fuck me. I want to have one more orgasm before we go to bed.""Greedy girl," he smiled."Hell yeah!""There was a lot more sex on the Riverboat, and we spent some time at the Resort.""Did she really say that about me?" Toshia asked."I swear," Don chuckled."Uh, I do like the sound of that," she smiled. "But you were saying.""Yeah, we did the Jungle Room, naturally, and I showed her the Temple. She got gangbanged in the Grotto, which is a very wet area, as you might expect.""How many guys? In the gangbang, I mean.""It's not a competition, you know," Don laughed.Toshia rolled her eyes at him."There were about a dozen, plus me.""Yes! Still the champion!" Toshia grinned."Well, that was before her trials, so, ""Doesn't count," Toshia said."Seriously?""I have ruled. Okay, you can go on with the story."Chapter 7. Lady Primrose's EarringsAs he and Sage made their way to the Crimson Mountain, Don was acutely aware of their impending separation, and the fact that they might remain apart for quite some time. Accordingly, he made sure they had a variety of plans for meeting up, if possible, leaving messages, when the opportunity presented itself, etc. Passing through the Manor they would leave word with the Scholar, and then linger about there at least for a few days. Passing through the Resort they would both check in with the Sheriff and leave word with the Sage."I'll try to remember that," Sage laughed."Yeah, and I'm trying to get used to thinking of you as Evelyn," Don smiled.Don also told her about the Wizard as a potential ally whose home might be a good meeting place, and the Witches of the Glen who might be helpful. Of course, they also thought the Maidenhead might be useful, even if they couldn't be too sure it would long remain in Megan's control. In turn, Evelyn told him about a cafe in the bazaar on the far side of the sea, and they agreed to check in at the tavern on the beach and Ambrosia's when in the vicinity of Rendezvous.When they got to the locker rooms in the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King, they bathed, but Don made a point of retrieving the staffs the Wizard had given him and Shelonda what seemed so long ago. Stephanie had had no real experience with such things, and Nicole was positively averse to using any kind of weapon. Evelyn, though, had some martial arts training, though it was mostly in aikido, and definitely had no problem with weapons."Too bad we don't have swords," she mused as she spun the enchanted wooden staff in her hands. Having been made for Shelonda, it was just about the perfect size for Evelyn."God, you're hot!" Don grinned as he admired the way the muscles in her arms and wrists moved as she played with the staff."Oh, we should have gotten bows and arrows from the elves!"Don groaned, "Ugh, why didn't I think of that?"She laughed, "Well, you're not the only one who didn't.""On the other hand," he mused, "it doesn't seem like we're very likely to be called upon to fight anyone. Still, an unbreakable staff can be a useful tool.""Hard wood can definitely be good to get your hands on," she smirked.It turned out that, as long as they bathed and were naked, the red-robed servitors had no problem with letting them proceed into the Pleasure Dome and seemed to pay no attention at all to the staffs."Holy hell!" Evelyn breathed as they entered the vast chamber, momentarily stunned by the scale of both the room and the orgy going on in it."Yeah," Don nodded.They proceeded to the circular couch in the middle of the dome, Evelyn taking in the spectacle as they went."The king's throne is that away, but I want to see if we can just ride the sofa up," Don said. "But first, come with me. I want to have some time with you before we head up."He led her down to the base of the stairs, where they set their staffs off to the side, out of the way but close at hand, and made love for what might be the last time in a long while. Though a few of the other revelers offered to join in, Don and Evelyn kept to themselves this time. When they were finally worn out, they made a quick trip to the nearest fountain to clean up and then returned to the sofa. With their staffs across their laps, and their hands tightly clasped, they rode the couch up to the waiting room."Damn!" Evelyn grinned. "This is not safe at all!"

The Honeymoon.Captain Evelyn Sage starts a new life with Professor Don.In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Chapter 6. The HoneymoonToshia punched Don in the shoulder. "Ha! I knew it!" she laughed. "I knew you two were into each other!""First, ow! Second, yeah, yeah, I thought so too, Well, I hoped, and I'm glad you were right."She leaned in and kissed his cheek, "I'm glad, too. I can't be the only love of your life.""That escalated quickly!" Don laughed. "And why not?""Well, I've got Sarah, and a girl's only got so much time and energy," she grinned.Don smiled at her and said, "That's fair, I suppose.""But, so what happened? Did she go with you to get her own ring?""Yes, she did," Don nodded. "She left Megan in command of the Maidenhead, and we took the Riverboat upriver, set off cross country, got to the valley and then climbed up to the Crimson Mountain.""You are leaving so much out!" Toshia laughed."Well, I've got to finish the story, right?""Yeah, but give me the highlights at least. Did Sage go back to her celibacy?""Oh no, that was over," Don smiled."Excellent! This must have been like your honeymoon. How did she like the Riverboat and the Resort? Is she as much fun in an orgy as I am?""Well, first, nobody's as much fun at an orgy as you are!""Suck up!"Don laughed, "And, 'honeymoon'? I don't know if I'd go that far, but I see your point. Well, we cut through Rendezvous pretty quickly, and we managed to catch the Riverboat just before it started upriver.""That was lucky.""Oh, we would have found some way to pass the time, ""I'm sure!" Toshia grinned. "So, how was the river trip? At least tell me about that.""Well, we talked about it and decided to try to stick together as much as possible until we got to the pleasure dome. So, if they played the same game the first night, we'd sit it out, but they had another mixer scheduled."After the flurry of activity involved in leaving the Maidenhead and getting to the Riverboat (and Sage wanted to know why it didn't have a name), they enjoyed the opportunity to enjoy a spirited session of fucking on the nearest lounger. Then they commandeered an empty cabin for a nice shower, which, naturally enough, led to more sex, first in the shower, and then on the cabin's bed, which eventually led them back into the shower. As they were drying off and Sage was gathering up the clothes she had brought along, a pretty, blonde woman in a white uniform with a rather short skirt appeared in the cabin doorway and said, "Welcome aboard!""Hi, Sally," Don waved."Oh, hi, Don! Welcome back! We're going to have a fun mixer game in a little bit! It's couples night, so partner up and meet us all up in the ballroom!" Then she had hurried on."I'm standing right here," Sage grumbled with mock irritation.Don shrugged, "I suppose she didn't want to presume anything.""Was it 'couples night,' when you were here before?""No, the first time was kind of a random mixer, 'Cabin Fever,' I think, and the second time Shelonda and I skipped the activity."As they made their way up to the ballroom, Sage asked about the random mixer and Don explained how the women went to claim cabins for themselves while he and the other men waited in the ballroom until Sally let them draw numbers from a black bag she had."We then went to the cabin that matched up with the number and 'got to know' whichever woman was there. When a chime sounded, we hurried back to the ballroom to draw another number.""Wow, that must have been, interesting. You just stopped in the middle of whatever you were doing and went back to the ballroom?""Pretty much, yeah," Don nodded."Even if you were in the middle of sex?""Well, yeah, that was sort of the point, I think. On the one hand, that encouraged you not to waste time, and, on the other, it built up a kind of crazed intensity. After the first round, I can say that the women I met were very much 'come here right now!' if you know what I mean."Sage laughed, "Ay, I know what ye mean. How many rounds were there?""I think there were six.""Hum, how did Toshia take all of this?""Enthusiastically," Don smiled. "When the game was over and I caught up with her, and Shelonda, she was, well, rather extremely well-fucked. I think she said she'd been able to count eight guys.""Eight for six rounds?""Well, there were more men than women, so Sally apparently occasionally sent two guys to the same room. Then, Toshia and Shelonda took a break for one round and then played in the same room, which caused a bit of confusion. But yeah, I'm pretty sure she said eight, though she wasn't exactly counting, like she was in the Disco.""Eight's pretty damn impressive," Sage mused."Well, it was actually at least nine, counting me, after the game was over," Don said, "but that was small potatoes compared to her night in the Disco or her gangbang with the Sisters.""Ah, okay, I have so many questions."By this time, they had gotten to the ballroom, where they scored some fruit and took up a position off to the side where they could talk while waiting for Sally to commence the game. As he told her about the night in the Disco, Don idly noticed that the ballroom had been redecorated. There were low couches arranged so that there were four largish circles in the corners of the big room and one in the center. There were a lot of pillows about, too."So, eighteen guys? In one night?" Sage was clearly impressed."Well, no, that's just in the Disco," Don smiled. "After that we played a game with the Player, so the count was higher, plus some play with women.""Damn! She's quite the woman, eh?""There were more in the next story, and you saw her with your crew, but yeah, she is," nodded Don. Then he had a thought, and quickly said, "I love her, Sage, but you should know, I didn't decide to stay here in Eros until I met you."Sage fixed Don with an amused smile and said, "You don't have to worry about me, Don. I'm not the insecure, possessive type, and I can tell you're nuts about me. In fact, ," she slipped up in front of him and took his cock in her hand. With a serious glint in her eye and a crooked grin, she said, in full piratic, "ye belong t'me now. I just be happy t'share.""Well, alrighty then," Don smiled. He reached around her with both hands, squeezed her perfect ass, and said, "Right back at ye, Cap'n Sage."With her free hand she pulled his head down, and before kissing him said "Actually, it's Evelyn."Their deep, passionate kiss would certainly have led to yet another bout of enthusiastic sex, but Sally chose that moment to ring a bell she'd brought along for the occasion to get everyone's attention."Okay!" Sally grinned. "If you've all picked your partners, we're ready to play a game we call 'Spin the Bottle'!""Seriously?" Sage/Evelyn laughed."This should be good," Toshia chuckled."If you'll all take places around the five circles here, there should be room for four couples at each! And we have twenty couples tonight - perfect! House rules are that everyone starts out naked!" Sally beamed."Shouldn't that include you, Sally?" Don shouted, laughing."I'm not playing, silly!" she laughed back."It was worth a try," Don muttered to Sage, as he happily helped her get out of her clothes, which they tossed onto the low couch on the edge of their chosen circle, which was the corner one to port and forward."She does seem like she'd be, exuberant," Sage chuckled. "Hey, don't forget you're going to tell me about that gangbang.""Sure," Don grinned, "though, remember that that one is all second hand.""Okay, now take a minute to get to know each other while we come around and get a little information from each of you!" Sally shouted.The people around their little circle had arranged themselves in a male-female sequence, and there were no same-sex couples in their group, though Don could see that there were some of those at other circles. Sage was on his immediate right, and on her right was a fit young man with short, curly black hair and blue eyes named Pete and his partner, a young and short Persian woman with wavy dark brown hair cropped short, slender build, big tits, and beautiful amber eyes named Mahsati. Next came Lawrence, a short light-skinned black man with hazel eyes, long, straight dark brown hair, and a variety of tattoos, and his companion (at least for the game) Tina, a blue-eyed woman with a curly mane of deep brown hair with various shades of blonde highlights. Finally, there was Reyansh, a clearly Indian or Pakistani fellow with an athletic build and a neatly trimmed beard to go with his short black hair, and his partner Felicia, a tiny, thin woman with light grey eyes and blonde hair in a pixie cut, and legs that were quite long relative to the rest of her small stature. Felicia kind of reminded Don of the first fairy who had accosted him in the valley of the fey.It turned out that only Reynash and Felicia had known each other before today. "We were having a great time together in Rendezvous, heard about the Resort, and thought we'd try it out," said Reynash in his noticeably accented voice.While they were talking, a tall, curvy woman with large breasts and long curly black hair, who was wearing a uniform like Sally's, came up with a clipboard and a quill pen and started talking to each member of the circle, making some notes, and then moving on. She eventually got to Don, smiled at him, and said, "Hi, I'm Miriam, and I'll be hosting your circle tonight.""Hi Miriam," Don smiled. Her eyes were a very deep brown and he was wishing she weren't wearing that uniform, and/or would be joining in the game."I need your name and your preference in regard to sexual partners," Miriam said with a smile."Don, and women."Sage responded with "Sage, and I like both men and women. Maybe men just a little bit more.""Why do they need that?" Sage asked as Miriam moved on."I have no idea," Don shrugged. "I'm guessing it will keep me from making out with Pete. There's often this kind of low-level 'magic' going on, like how they managed to send men only to cabins women had occupied. I just roll with it these days.""If you'll have a seat," Miriam smiled at all of them, "we can get started." She had done something with her clipboard, which was nowhere to be seen, and was now holding a glass bottle in one hand and a pocket watch in the other.Like the others, Don and Sage sat down on the floor on pillows and awaited instruction. Miriam set the bottle down in the center of the circle, consulted her watch, and said, "We'll start out with just kissing, okay?"Don exchanged a shrug with Sage and then took his turn nodding to Miriam."Very good! Tina, you go first. Just give the bottle a spin!"Don watched her crawl out to the center of the circle and flip the bottle, which seemed to spin a bit faster than it should, and as if it was turning on a fixed axis. It came to rest pointing directly at Pete."Come on over here," Tina laughed, and Pete moved on all fours to her. The other six players and Miriam watched as the two of them kissed tentatively and then more passionately. By the time Miriam called "Time!" they were really into it, each squeezing the other's ass tightly."Reynash, you're next," Miriam announced. In another minute, lucky Reynash was making out with lovely Mahsati.Felicia spun next, and the bottle selected Sage. As he watched her tight ass while she crawled the short distance to Felicia, Don realized he had never seen Sage do anything at all with anyone else. This added a level of intensity to this moment of voyeurism that was quite odd for his time in Eros. He was quite turned on just watching his partner kissing tiny Felicia. All too soon, Miriam called time, and then Don realized it was his turn.He was quite pleased to welcome beautiful young Mahsati to the center of the circle with a long, kiss. In the spirit the others had established, he didn't hesitate to draw her into his arms, enjoying the feeling of her big breasts pressed against his chest or her slender waist in his hands. When Miriam called time, he breathed a heartfelt, "Damn!"Then it was Sage's turn, and she got Felicia. "Come get some seconds, cutie," Sage grinned. This time, Sage took a more aggressive approach, pulling the little woman onto her lap and kissing her deeply, one hand cupping a breast and then pinching a nipple, making Tina gasp and wiggle against her.When Sage got back to her pillow, she whispered to Don, "I had no idea spin the bottle was this much fun!""I think this is just the warm-up," laughed Don.They completed two complete cycles around the circle at this level of interaction. When Mahsati spun next she got Don, and he was more than happy to lean her back and kiss her deeply, one hand under her back and the other squeezing and teasing her tits. That was the only time the bottle picked Don. "That's what you get for not going both ways," Sage teased him. Actually, it was Lawrence who was the unluckiest of the bunch, being completely ignored by the bottle and only getting to kiss someone when it was his turn.At the other end of the extreme, the clear winner was Sage, who got selected four times. With that and her own two turns, she wound up making out with everyone except Mahsati and Lawrence, and twice each with lucky Pete and Felicia. Sage's high point came in the second round, when Don won the chance to kiss her, then she spun and got to make out with Pete, and then Pete spun and was lucky enough to get Sage! Between them Don and Pete did their best to get her nicely riled up. At the end of this, Sage leaned on Don's shoulder and said, "I'm so ready to get past this kissing stuff!"When it was Tina's third turn, Miriam stopped her and asked, "Are you all ready to turn things up a bit?"Everyone enthusiastically agreed they were."Okay," she smiled. "Now whoever spins has to go down on the selected person."This caused a unanimous murmur of approval, and Tina hurried out to the bottle. In another moment, she had her head in Pete's lap, her long, curly hair obscuring everyone's view of what she was doing, though the distinctive up and down motion told the tale well enough. All too quickly, particularly from Pete's perspective, Miriam called time. Don was pretty sure the previous rounds had been longer, with the second a bit longer than then first. This would make good sense if the intention was to build up the sexual tension as much as possible.Reynash took his turn and won a chance to taste Sage. She gave Don a grin and a wink as she told Reynash to get on his back, and then promptly straddled his bearded face. Don watched intently as she bit her lower lip and clasped her tits tightly in her hands. Before she could really get into it, though, Miriam called time. As she returned to Don's side, Sage whispered "Bitch!" but Don could tell she was having fun.The bottle rewarded Reynash for his efforts by pointing to him when Felicia spun next. With her short hair it was easy to watch her lick at his cock and then take it into her mouth. She seemed to have caught on that she wouldn't have much time, so she made no effort to actually bring him off.

Don Meets Pamela, the administrator of the rings.In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Sitting down next to them, furthest from the throne, and next to Nicole, Don asked, "Have I missed anything?""Well," Nicole leaned over and pointed, "see that little woman there?" She indicated a truly tiny woman, who had long light brown hair, in an unruly mane, relatively long legs, and who seemed vaguely Mediterranean to Don. She was riding up and down on the cock of an athletic guy not too far from the foot of the stairs. "While you were gone, three different guys have come and gone. She was giving blow job after blow job and each one came on her face and tits.""Nice," Don smiled."Right?" Nicole grinned as her hand slipped into Don's lap and began to idly caress his cock. Looking down he saw that her other hand was already busy between Stephanie's legs."And see that cute young thing over there," Nicole nodded, drawing Don's attention to a girl with short hair who seemed to be Japanese or Korean, and no older than the Nymphets. She was wrapped around a tall, black guy who was standing, holding her ass in hands as he raised her and lowered her on his cock. "A minute ago, there was another guy behind her, Oh, here comes another one!"Don watched as a tall, fit Asian guy with quite a few tattoos came up behind the young girl and seemed to begin fucking her ass. The girl seemed quite happy to be sandwiched there, and Don couldn't help remembering back to the Disco in the Manor when he had been behind Shelonda in a similar situation. He noticed that his cock was very hard in Nicole's hand. He decided it was time he returned the favor.Don turned to Nicole, who met him halfway with an open mouth. As they kissed, Don's hand moved up the inside of her smooth thigh to her moist labia. Nicole twisted around to give him easier access, and Don's fingers slipped up inside her."Oh, it's about time!" Stephanie laughed, as she turned to get in on the fun. As Nicole leaned back against her, so that Don could get down between her legs, Stephanie proceeded to kiss the side of Nicole's neck and reach around to tease her dark nipples.Soon, Nicole was arching her back as Don's tongue focused on her clit and his fingers moved in and out of her eager cunt, and Stephanie sat on her face, grinding down on Nicole's now very talented tongue. Both Don and Nicole were diligent and soon both women had intense orgasms, but Don wanted to make Stephanie come too, so the women happily switched places. Don dipped his tongue into Stephanie's slippery, moist folds, as Nicole positioned herself over Stephanie's mouth.Intent as he was upon giving Stephanie her second orgasm, Don didn't notice that a rather large man had come up to stand in front of Nicole, who responded by sucking happily on the cock that was offered her. It was only when Stephanie had stopped writhing under his ministrations, and Don got up to move into fucking her, that Don saw the man in front of Nicole. Right away he noticed the stereotypical royal robes and the crown on the man's head.Don had no idea what the etiquette of this situation demanded, but his majesty seemed happily occupied at the moment, and Don was the only one of his group who hadn't come yet. So, with a shrug and a smile, Don reached down and pushed himself into Stephanie's waiting cunt. She kept licking Nicole's cunt and clit as Don shoved himself deep into her, fucking her intently, needing to come. Don found himself admiring Nicole's back and cute ass as much as Stephanie's thin, muscular body and heaving tits. Then Stephanie's exquisitely talented cunt was pulling him deep into a shuddering orgasm, his cock pumping cum deep into her. Don clenched, shook, and trembled there, slowly catching his breath.Then Nicole was trembling between Stephanie's mouth and the regal stranger's cock as her second orgasm had its way with her little body. The man Don had assumed was the king held Nicole's head in place as she shook and groaned."Oh, yes! Very nice!" the big man smiled. He slowly stepped back, and then said, "Normally, sex up here isn't allowed, but you three looked so nice, and your mouth so inviting, my dear, that we made an exception. We're allowed to do that, of course."Don had gently withdrawn from Stephanie, as Nicole also carefully moved off her face."Your majesty, King of the Crimson Mountain?" Don asked as he helped Stephanie to her feet."Yes, that would be me, or we," the man chuckled. He was about six and a half feet tall and rather broad, not fat, but just built quite solidly. He had red hair, naturally, and Don was a bit surprised to note that his cock seemed a bit smaller than Don's.The king moved over to his throne and sat down, slouching back in it almost immediately. "You should really go down and join the party now, though," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand."But I believe we have come to see you, your grace," Don said quickly."And see us you have," the king nodded."Well, yes, but, ""Your majesty," Stephanie said, after wiping some of Nicole's wetness off her face, "we have come seeking rings.""Rings?""Yes, majesty," Stephanie nodded, "black rings that let people come and go at will.""My pretty young lady," the king laughed, "you don't need rings for that. You may come and go as you will now.""But these are rings that enable one to leave Eros and come back," Stephanie smiled, apparently not in the least troubled by the king's evasion."Why would anyone want to leave Eros?" the king asked. "We don't even need to leave our pleasure dome often, and never leave our beautiful hall.""Well, your majesty," Don tried, "we have friends outside Eros and we would like to see them again.""Silly man," the king laughed. "You should seek to bring your friends here. We are sure they would enjoy our pleasure dome. It is, after all, a dome of pleasure.""That it is," Don nodded, not sure how to proceed. "But how can we bring them back here if we can't leave Eros to get them and then come back?""Oh, we're afraid we have no idea," the king shrugged.Stephanie decided on a somewhat more direct approach. She stepped up to the throne and leaned forward in front of the king, taking his mostly-erect cock in her hand and beginning to slowly pull on it. Don was a bit distracted by his view of Stephanie's long, firm legs and her tight as, as well as her cunt, from which some of Don's cum was slowly leaking. Stephanie smiled and said, "Your majesty, do you know anyone who might know about such rings?""Well," he smiled, "we do know an awful lot of people. We meet many, many people here." He was obviously enjoying what Stephanie was doing to him and was definitely enjoying the view of her breasts."Have some of those people come here before us, looking for rings?" she smiled."It's possible," the king nodded, "a long time ago."Stephanie began to slowly crawl up on the throne, straddling his lap. She leaned in close and asked, "Do you remember what you told them or what they did?""Hum," the king frowned, his eyes never leaving Stephanie's tits. Slowly he raised his hands to them."Think carefully, your majesty," she rubbed the head of his cock between her labia, teasing her clit with the spongy tip. Don's cum was coating the king's cockhead. She said, "It's very important.""Well, we do recall that we are supposed to ask something, " the king murmured as his hands squeezed her tits, and he pinched her nipples."Uh, that feels nice," Stephanie murmured, while continuing to tease herself and the king with what she was doing with his cock. "What were you supposed to ask?""We are supposed to ask if you know the secret," the king said quietly."The secret, eh?" Stephanie smiled. She pushed the king's cock up inside her at last, sinking down on him in one motion. Don and Nicole could clearly see quite a bit of Don's cum being pushed out of Stephanie's cunt to run slowly over the base of the king's cock and his balls. Stephanie leaned forward and kissed the royal mouth, and then began to grind herself against him. For several long minutes, as Don and Nicole just stood there watching, hands idly touching themselves, Stephanie just rode the king's cock, giving him a royal lap dance. The view of her tight, muscular ass and the bottom of the king's fat cock disappearing into her cunt was quite erotic. Finally, he was pushing up in his throne, groaning, and pumping his cum into her, where it mingled with what was left of Don's and began to run out over his balls. Stephanie smiled, kissed him on the forehead and then leaned in to whisper something in his ear.The king smiled, laughed, and said, "Why didn't you say so? Come right this way!""What did she say?" Toshia wanted to know."I didn't hear," Don said a bit coyly."You didn't ask?""I did, but she wouldn't tell me. I eventually figured it out, but that's for later," he smiled smugly."Annoying," Toshia scowled, "but fine, go on."With sudden energy, the king lifted a rather startled Stephanie off his lap and set her down. All his former apparent ennui was gone as he swept out of his throne and started down the elevated walkway. They quickly followed him back to the circular sofa in the middle of the vast chamber."Sit here and don't get up," the king commanded.They hurried to obey, and then Stephanie started to ask, "Now what, ?" but was cut off by the realization that the couch was rather swiftly rising through the air."Oh hell!" Nicole gasped, reminding Don how much she hated riding the flying carpet."A bit of warning would have been nice," Don laughed nervously. He looked up again and saw that there seemed to be an opening in the apex of the dome, directly above them. Don fervently hoped it was an opening, since the flying couch didn't seem inclined to stop or even slow down before getting that high.The others saw what was happening and seemed to be coming. By the time they reached the ceiling they were all holding each other's hands tightly.Chapter 5. The SeductionFortunately, what appeared to be a dark opening in the ceiling of the pleasure dome turned out to be an opening in the ceiling of the pleasure dome. Oddly enough, though, once they passed through that opening, they found themselves in a well-lit office, completely different from the over-the-top and dramatic Hall of the Crimson Mountain King they had just left. The circular couch was in the middle of an area flanked on three sides by oddly conventional chairs of the metal and plastic variety, the kind intended to be sat in for hours but designed to be uncomfortable after five minutes. There were potted plants in the two corners, and Don was pretty sure they were artificial. A beige carpeting covered the floor. It had vacuum track marks on it and there wasn't a speck of dust to be seen. The fourth side of the room was dominated by a large welcome desk, identified as such by a friendly sign that said "Welcome," behind which sat a middle-aged woman wearing glasses and her brown hair piled high on her head. She glanced up at them as they came to a halt, peering over the rim of her glasses, and then promptly looked back at the computer screen off to her right. For some reason, it was the slightly yellowed screens between them and the fluorescent lights in the ceiling that seemed most incongruous to Don.Don, Nicole, and Stephanie shared puzzled looks for a moment before Don got up and moved toward the welcome desk. A name plate identified the woman at the computer as Gladys, who he now saw was fully clothed, in a fashion that seemed to him to be most appropriate in the 1970s. Don found himself suddenly acutely aware that he was stark naked, and was a bit happy that he wasn't sporting a raging erection at the moment.Toshia couldn't stop laughing and let herself fall over in the booth. Don waited patiently, but with a smile on his face, until she pulled herself back up and laughingly said, "Please, go on.""Hello, um, Gladys," Don started. "We're here about, uh, getting some rings.""Case number?" Gladys asked without looking up."I don't think we have one," Don frowned and looked over to Stephanie who just shook her head. "No, we don't have one."Gladys rolled her eyes a bit and fixed Don with an exasperated, over-the-rims look before finally saying, "Names?"They told her and she typed them into the computer. Without looking back up, Gladys told them to "Have a seat. Someone will be with you shortly."They turned to return to the sofa, but it was already gone, presumably back to its place in the pleasure dome, so they reluctantly sat down on the plastic chairs, doubly uncomfortable in their nudity."This is not at all what I was expecting," Stephanie admitted."What were you expecting exactly?" Nicole wanted to know."Uh, definitely not this.""Yeah, I was thinking something a bit more majestic or mystical or something," added Don.They sat there in awkward silence for what must have been half an hour. This was easily the longest bit of completely idle time they had spent without anyone starting any sexual mischief. There was something about the setting, and Gladys's presence, that proved to be a wet blanket, or a cold shower. If Don had realized this was his last opportunity to have a threesome with these two women, he might have instigated something, but as it was, they waited quietly without much in the way of even conversation."Wait, what?" Toshia cut in."Yeah, this was the last time the three of us would be in the same room.""You never saw them again?""Oh, yeah, we ran into each other now and then, but never all at the same time.""Still, ""Yeah, but at the time we were each just dealing with what was going on at the time. It was only later that we realized we should have said goodbye and had one last fling."There was a buzz at the welcome desk, Gladys picked up an old-fashioned phone, listened for a moment, said "Yes, ma'am, right away," hung up the phone, and called out "Stephanie Ayers," as if there were more than just the three people waiting or as if Stephanie might have stepped out somewhere.Stephanie shot to her feet immediately and crossed to the desk. Gladys looked up, actually smiled, and said, "They will see you now." She gestured to her left, indicating a door that Don was quite sure had not been there before. There was a black plaque on the door with white lettering that said "Interviews."A bit nervously, Stephanie smiled and waved to Don and Nicole and went through the door.If anything, the mood in the waiting room was now even more awkward. Fortunately for him, Don was called in only about ten minutes later. He gave Nicole's hand a squeeze as he smiled and said, "See you on the other side, sexy.""Good luck, I guess, Professor!" she smiled up at him.Don stepped through the door to find himself in a rather unimpressive and entirely mundane meeting room. A long wooden table took up most of the room and gathered around the far end of the table were five black-robed, hooded figures. Don assumed they were watchers and realized he hadn't seen any of those mysterious folks in quite some time.To his surprise, the one at the very end of the table gestured toward the chair at the end of the table nearest to Don and said in a clearly feminine voice, "Please have a seat."Don was happy the seat he was offered was more comfortable than those in the waiting room, and he noted that Stephanie seemed to have warmed it up a bit for him. As he sat down, the woman at the other end asked, "Do you mind if we do without the hoods, Don?""No, of course not," Don answered, a bit surprised that he had been asked.As they each reached up and drew their hoods back, the one at the end explained, "The higher-ups insist on the hoods. They say it lends a certain gravitas to the situation, but we find it just makes things unnecessarily formal and uncomfortable."It turned out that the woman under the hood was an attractive black woman with her hair buzzed down very close to her scalp. She smiled warmly at Don and said, "Welcome, Don. I'm Pamela, and I'll be conducting this interview. My associates are here primarily as witnesses."On Pamela's right were an older gentleman with ebony black skin and short white hair and a white woman with short, straight dark brown hair. On her left were a young east Asian man with surprisingly light blond hair and another white woman with long, curly blonde hair. None of these "witnesses" said anything while Don was in the room."Pleased to meet you, Pamela," Don smiled. He took a sip from the glass of water that had been set there for him."You have an interesting file, Don," Pamela said, gesturing to a black binder on the table in front of her. "I was surprised that you didn't go home with Toshia.""I would like to be able to return here after I go," Don said.

Nick Dines speaks to the CEO of Hub about BTR, co-living and unlocking stalled sites. On this episode of the Better Places Podcast, Concilio's Nick Dines is joined by Robert Sloss, CEO of Hub, for a deep dive into how Build to Rent has evolved in the UK and what it takes to drive true regeneration. From transforming Maidenhead town centre to unlocking complex sites in Romford and Croydon, Robert discusses the power of institutional capital, the challenges of viability, and the future of co-living.  A must-listen for developers, planners, and anyone shaping the future of our urban centres. 

Rob and Joe look back at the North and South playoff semi finals as Scunthorpe, Chester, Boreham Wood and Maidstone all progress. Christian gives us his take on the North semis and the final of the Northern Premier Division and one of regulars was left feeling triumphant in the Southern Playoff It was the last week of the regular season in the National League and it was one season too many for Maidenhead as they and Dagenham go down but Wealdstone stay up. Rob gets the thoughts of Aldershot boss, Tommy Widdrington with the FA Trophy on the horizon. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

CEO of HUB, Robert Sloss, has been an entrepreneur in property and development for over 25 years. During this time, Robert has created a series of real estate investment and development platforms, primarily in the residential and office sectors. Robert has a passion for vibrant urban living and the need for the built environment to reflect changing human demand. As a result, HUB was one of the first developers to recognise that changing UK work practices would drive the need to repurpose redundant office buildings, for living uses. Robert co-founded HUB in 2012, and over time it has become a leading UK BTR-led residential developer, with more than 9,600 homes completed or under development across the UK. A pioneer of both BTR and co-living in the UK, HUB continues to deliver industry-leading developments, including the award-winning Queen's Quarter in Croydon; One Maidenhead, a major mixed-use regeneration scheme in Maidenhead town centre; and the Yardhouse co-living scheme at Wood Lane. HUB's adaptive reuse strategy, in line with its commitment to urban regeneration and sustainability, continues to bear fruit. As well as Cornerstone in the Barbican, the first co-living planning consent in the City of London, HUB has Assemblies in Minories, which it hopes will be the City's second co-living consent. HUB believes that co-living is particularly well suited to the City, with its long working hours and significant transitory, international workforce. 

The full gang are together this week as Rob, Joe, Dickie and Christian look back at an action packed weekend. They are joined by special guest Mark Carruthers as Spennymoor reach Wembley to take on Aldershot, who are visiting Wembley for the first time. Captain Aaron Jones reacts after the semi final. Barnet are downed by an old boy and Maidenhead aren't to be written off and Reid all about it as Alex makes it a good week for Wealdstone. Plus Sargeant gives Radcliffe a major win, Warrington Town are down and and a fast Walker at Scarborough. In the South Joe catches up with all things Chesham as they down the Gulls, Worthing are cutting it fine and Weymouth gone All this and lots lots more Subscribe, like and leave a review Produced by Leo Audio Productions Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Why should we celebrate Easter? Did Easter happen? What proof is there that Jesus really rose from the dead? What does it matter if Jesus was just a man? Host Leah Sax grills fellow host Adam Curtis (St Mary's Maidenhead) on the tales and truths of Easter. Ben Slee (Christ Church Mayfair, episode 6) and Lucy Rycroft (the Hope Filled Family, episode 15) and also make guest appearances.ResourcesJohn Stott The Cross of ChristBe ThinkingLucy Rycroft The Hope Filled FamilyBen Slee Where O GraveSongs for Easter - Spotify Playlist Amazon PlaylistThe video/image of the gonks on instagramGet in TouchWe'd love to hear from you – you can find us on instagram ⁠⁠⁠@delightpodcast⁠⁠⁠ and at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠delightpodcast.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. If you fancy twitter and facebook just search Delight Podcast or click the links.If you think what you've heard today might be of interest to others please do like, share and subscribe. You can find a ⁠transcript⁠ of todays episode on work on on the Delight Podcast website.CreditsCo-host, Content & Research: Adam CurtisCo-host, Music, Design, Editing & Production: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Leah Sax⁠⁠AboutDelight Podcast is here to help new Christians and encourage old ones to live for Jesus! Each week we have a new guest and dig deep into a topic from a biblical perspective.  Whether you are exploring faith, exploring who God is or just looking for some encouragement - tune in. Available on all platforms.

Why is life so disappointing? Rachel Meynell (St Mary's Maidenhead) shares openly from God's word the reality so many of us face daily: disappointment. What should we do with our disappointment? Are we allowed to cry out to God? Can God change how we feel? Adam Curtis and Leah Sax host.Get in TouchWe'd love to hear from you – you can find us on instagram ⁠⁠⁠@delightpodcast⁠⁠⁠ and at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠delightpodcast.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. If you fancy twitter and facebook just search Delight Podcast or click the links.If you think what you've heard today might be of interest to others please do like, share and subscribe. You can find a ⁠transcript⁠ of todays episode on work on on the Delight Podcast website.CreditsCo-host, Content & Research: Adam CurtisCo-host, Music, Design, Editing & Production: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Leah Sax⁠⁠AboutDelight Podcast is here to help new Christians and encourage old ones to live for Jesus! Each week we have a new guest and dig deep into a topic from a biblical perspective.  Whether you are exploring faith, exploring who God is or just looking for some encouragement - tune in. Available on all platforms.

This week on the BBC Introducing in Oxfordshire and Berkshire podcast, Dave meets TRASHCAT to hear about her debut single 'I KNOW YOU LOVE ME', and Alex goes behind the scenes at Sherwood Studios near Maidenhead with Tarun Puri.Plus there's first plays from Worst Wishes, Glitch, DNNY, New Private Windows and tips from Jess Iszatt and Alyx Holcombe at BBC Radio 1!Here's this week's tracklist: • Young Knives - CAUSE & EFFECT Lilith Ai - McDonald's Money Bethany Weimers - Heartbreaker Police Tongue - The Industry The Deadbeat Apostles - Can't Dance Worst Wishes - Spinning in Circles Lewis Bolland - Waltz 28 (Sleep Remix) Reuben James - Own Thing Glitch - Patience Orchid - heaven/jealous (Denham Audio Remix) Jules Ester - GRACE Cassels - Indigene DNNY - Video Call Hu-Sane - Runner Chima Anya - The Lindy Arimea - Orchid Street Ameliah Jayne - Ballerina TRASHCAT - I KNOW YOU LOVE ME Benza - Guide You New Private Windows - Adamant Evie Sofia Isobel - Don't Leave Me Behind (For America) Young Rosie - Echoes Lou - Cauterised Auctioneers - Strangest of Days Icarus Ivy - Snow Angel Sophie Henderson - Lost • If you're making music in Oxfordshire and Berkshire, send us your tunes with the BBC Introducing Uploader: https://www.bbc.co.uk/introducing/uploader

Emil Rem—an eccentric accountant, has become a writer of eccentric characters in exotic locales—using his stories to take us on a trip into his fascinating twisted world. Born to a close-knit, Muslim, East Indian family in Dar-es-Salam in the 50's, he then moved to Maidenhead, England at the age of five. The next twenty years were spent shuttling between England and East Africa—attending Christian church wearing a St. Christopher's Cross one minute, to wearing a green armband at Muslim religious classes in Africa the next.These days, Emil and his wife (originally from the Philippines) live in Calgary, Canada. They have two sons.HEART OF NEW YORK: Stories of loss, redemption and family.The adventure continues... In his second novel—another collection of beautifully written and illustrated stories—Emil takes us through perilous, sometimes humorous, and always fascinating tales of a past and present that seamlessly intertwine to create a personal narrative that will resonate with every reader. ..“The snow-flaked, fog-bound skyline of Manhattan loomed out at him as though through a powerful magnifying glass. His family had been promised a suite from which they could "experience the breathtaking vista of magnificent skyscrapers while sipping champagne from your balcony.” No skyline could be perceived.The giant buildings stood so terrifyingly close that they obliterated any sense of perspective. Through the swirling maelstrom, row upon row of offices soared to dizzying heights, bringing on such claustrophobia that he had to turn his back to retain his balance...”  http://emilrem.ca  The Douglas Coleman Show VE (Video Edition) offers video promotional packages for authors. Please see our website for complete details.https://www.douglascolemanmusic.com/vepromo/Please help us to continue to bring you quality content by showing your support for our show.https://fundrazr.com/e2CLX2?ref=ab_eCTqb8_ab_31eRtAh53pq31eRtAh53pq

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A Sea Captain Finds The Grotto.Based on the work of BradentonLarry, in 6 parts.  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Once they had finally reached the beach they were ready to take a nice rest. Seeing the rocky terrain that would keep them from easily proceeding to the grotto helped to take a bit of the wind from their sails as well. So they collapsed on the nearest empty beach blanket and quickly fell asleep in a cozy little pile. Perhaps because of the relatively high concentration of XYZ in the ocean, or sea, air, though, they were soon as randy as they had been at any time in Eros. They awoke very horny, and the nearby guys were more than happy to help out. Don was surprised at how thick and hard his cock was even after the vigorous orgasm he had just had – both in Toshia's sweet pussy and all over her back. He thought he would go over to offer himself to Shelonda's mouth, but just then was distracted as a woman sauntered toward them on her way down to the water.She was a leggy blonde, with long, wavy hair of gold, a phenomenal, curvy body with amazing tits, and her face... Don was certain he recognized her from somewhere. Noticing his attention, the woman smiled broadly at him and gave him a merry wink. Suddenly Don knew exactly where he had seen her. She was a model on The Price is Right back in what he thought of as the real world. He spent a long moment standing there stunned, before making the obvious choice and turning to follow the gorgeous blonde down to the water. He admired the way her hips swayed as she made her way to the water, and then continued to wade in. When she was up to her waist, which Don thought was a shame since he could no longer see her shapely ass, she dove forward and under the water.Don was up to his knees in the surprisingly warm water by the time she resurfaced, emerging from the water like Aphrodite, her thick hair darkened and hanging around her radiant face and water glistening as it ran off her shoulders and full breasts. She smiled again to Don, who hastened to wade in further. She waited for him, her nipples just above the water line. She batted her long lashes at him as he came up close enough to say, "Hello."She unleashed that dazzling smile again, and said, "Hello there. Have we met?""Not really, no," he almost stammered."Well, I'm Rachel," she continued to smile, as Don felt her hand touching his hip under the water and then move directly to his cock, which was the hardest it had ever been. Don also felt quite sure that it was bigger than it used to be."I know," Don smiled back, moving closer and gently grasping her waist under the water."You do?" She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips and then moved in even closer, brushing her lips over Don's collar bone and then along the side of his neck. Her grasp on his straining penis was tight as she pulled on it."Yes..." Don shuddered a bit. His hands moved around her waist to slide down her lower back and then to hold her behind tightly. "Someone told me your name."Releasing her hold on his prick, Rachel slipped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. Her wonderfully full breasts were pressed against Don's chest as she asked, "Who?""It was a long time ago," Don smiled, "and far away."She cocked her head to the side a bit, her smile a bit thoughtful, before she said, "Well, it's very nice to meet you...""Don," he said. He lifted her up as she pulled herself up and jumped a bit in the water, wrapping her perfect, long legs around his waist.Rachel managed to get her hand down between them, took hold of his straining prick, and positioned it just right. As she sank downward, enveloping him in her warm, welcoming embrace, she said, "Well, it's very nice to meet you, Don."Up to his chest in the XYZ sea, Don held on to the gorgeous Rachel, helping to raise and lower her as she slowly rode up and down on his thick and steely hard cock. Her lush, full breasts moved against his chest. His hands held her firm ass cheeks tightly. Their mouths met in a heated kiss that quickly grew in passion, their tongues slipping past each other's lips and teeth. Rachel worked herself on Don's shaft and against his body with increasing enthusiasm. The water splashed against and between them as she pushed up and then slammed down on him again and again. Rachel let out a low growl, and then bit Don's lower lip. Don's fingers squeezed her ass tighter, and he groaned deeply."Oh fuck!" Rachel called out. "Oh fuck yes! I'm going to cum so hard! Goddamn, fuck, yes! Fuck me!"Then Rachel was holding on to him tightly in the water, pushing herself down on his rigid member, as she shook and trembled with what seemed to Don to be a very intense orgasm that rolled on and on. At some point she sank her teeth into his shoulder, but he barely noticed. Instead, he was intent on enjoying the moment – having this radiant beauty in his arms, wrapped around him and impaled on his cock.Eventually, she pulled back a little and smiled at him again, this time actually blushing a little. She kissed him again and said, "That was wonderful, Don. I'm very glad to have met you. Maybe we should move into shallower water.""Gladly!" Don grinned, and without letting her off his prick, he turned around in the water and began to carry her toward the beach.Rachel laughed and kissed him again. It was a friendly buss that quickly became passionate, as she held onto to him tightly. When the water was only up to his mid-calf, Don very slowly knelt down, and then carefully lowered Rachel back into the shallow water, being careful to keep himself inside her. Her hair spread out around her head in the water, as Don lay over her and began to fuck in and out of her steadily. They kissed again as their bodies moved together in the light surf. Rachel's hands moved over his wet body until they found his butt and then began to pull him into her forcefully.Don paused for a moment to lift her long legs up out of the water and put them on his shoulders. Rachel grinned up at him and cupped her tits in her hands, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, which were very hard and red. Don smiled down at her and proceeded to fuck her pussy vigorously, the XYZ-water splashing around them, and especially where their bodies were joined in sex."God, yes!" Rachel exclaimed. "Fuck me just like that! It feels so good! Fuck my cunt, Don!"Don was rather amused that this gorgeous model would be so enthusiastic, and have such a dirty-talk streak, but was far too intent on working his cock in and out of her to laugh. Instead he slammed into her roughly, letting the water absorb the violence of their fucking, and losing himself in the carnal pleasure of her pussy squeezing and pulling at him and the visual stimulation of the beautiful woman lying in the water beneath him with her eyes half-closed in rising pleasure, a sexy smile on her lips and her luscious tits in her hands."Ah! Yes!" she cried out. "I'm going to cum again! Fill my pussy with your cum!"Don was only too happy to oblige. He fucked her hard with short, deep strokes, and then, just as she threw her head back and her body arched up out of the water, he felt his cock swelling and then exploding deep into Rachel, spewing a thick fountain of cum up inside her. Don pushed up into her as she groaned loudly and her pussy squeezed his cock again and again, and as he pumped jet after jet of cum into her pussy and womb. His head swam with the intensity of his long orgasm.When he opened his eyes and looked down, Rachel was lying still, eyes closed, hands holding her breasts and a beatific smile on her face. Slowly, she opened her beautiful eyes and breathed, "Wow!""Indeed!" Don grinned. He let her legs slide off his shoulders and into the water, and then leaned down over her to give her another kiss. His cock was still very hard and gave no indication that it was inclined to soften any time soon, but he suspected Rachel might need a little break.The quiet pause was interrupted though, by Shelonda's voice calling out, "There you are, Don!" This was followed by splashing and laughter as Toshia, Shelonda and the three men ... no, now there were four ... they had been playing with found their way into the water.Shortly, after introductions, and after Toshia and Shelonda had plunged into the water, things quickly developed into a surf-washed orgy. The blonde guy Toshia had been sucking earlier was now sitting in the water, as Shelonda straddled his lap riding up and down on his thick cock. Rachel was on her hands and knees, water up to the middle of her firm thighs, and her breasts dipping into the sea, while she was taken from behind by the new guy, a fit black male with mocha skin, and the Arabic fellow who had been fucking Toshia earlier worked his cock in and out of her lovely mouth. Toshia was kneeling in the water, leaning back against the black guy Shelonda had been with earlier. He had one arm wrapped around Toshia's upper body, squeezing her right tit in his left hand, while the fingers of his right hand reached down to play with her clit, all while he worked his rather large cock slowly in and out of her pussy from behind. Don, who had a mind to convince Toshia's current playmate to shift to her ass so he could enter her pussy from the front, moved over to stand in front of her. He was about to bend down to kiss her, but she saw him and grabbed for his achingly hard cock, pulling it to her mouth as she leaned forward a bit.Don smiled down at his best friend and lover as she eagerly took him into her mouth. He brushed a few wet strands of her hair out of her face as she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and began to move her mouth up and down it, quickly easing it down into her throat, bit by bit. Taking her head gently in his hands, Don began to rock his hips, fucking her mouth and throat, and just enjoyed the sensations of this exquisite blow job. He glanced over at Shelonda and Rachel, then down at Toshia, quite happy with this visit to the beach. Then Don glanced out, over the head of the guy who was now quite vigorously fucking Toshia from behind. Out there on the water was a large dark shape, quite obviously a sailing vessel. Don thought it looked like a corsair, or some such ship. (Nautical issues were never Don's forte.) It was clearly sailing toward shore, and gave every appearance of making for Rendezvous.Don couldn't see any indication that the ship might be a threat, so I decided to wait until there was some kind of a break in the action before drawing Toshia's attention to it. However, he did keep a periodic eye on it as she continued to pull and suck on his almost painfully hard prick. Eventually, the guy behind Toshia had his big hands around her waist and was raising and lowering her vigorously, and she was obliged to let Don out of her mouth. Instead, she held on to his cock, and whimpered happily at the serious fucking she was receiving. Toshia cried out loudly as the big cock inside her erupted with a thick fountain of cum. Don bent down and kissed Toshia as the guy gently withdrew and backed up."How do you want me, stud?" Toshia smiled."Well, as good as that sounds..." Don directed her attention over to his right, where the sailing ship had dropped anchor and was lowering several longboats over the side.Toshia washed herself again, and they waited for Shelonda to have a particularly ear-splitting orgasm, as the longboats were rowed toward shore, making for what seemed to be low docks in the rockier part of the coastline between the beach and the mouth of the river. They said goodbye to Rachel and the guys (who quickly and happily ganged up on the cheerful blonde model) and headed back up the beach blankets. As Don and the girls gathered their belongings, without bothering to put on more than their shoes, they could see groups of people disembarking from the boats. These people climbed up over the rocks and headed for Rendezvous. Don thought they moved together more like a bunch of tourists on a cruise than any kind of threat. Once each longboat had discharged its passengers, the few remaining crew headed back out to the ship."Maybe we can get them to take us to the Grotto," Don explained to Shelonda as they set off to intercept at least one of the shore parties.Captain Sage and the sailors.It was easy enough to follow the groups, particularly since they were making no effort at all to be stealthy. It seemed that all of them were heading for a large wooden building on the water-side edge of Rendezvous. It looked like nothing so much as a big, solid tavern, and the hanging sign outside the door suggested just as much.Pausing there to hastily throw on their clothes, they eyed the sign with some confusion. There were no words, and the sign featured a foaming flagon with prominent human breasts, and a rigid cock rising up out of the foam."It's a tavern sign, alright, but I have no idea what the name might be," Don mused."The Booby Mug?" Toshia offered."The Foaming Cock?" Shelonda suggested, a bit weakly.Another shore party came up then. As had seemed to be the case with the others, this was all men. They were wearing simple, short, pants – breeches, really – and few of them bothered with shirts. They were all tanned and muscular, and a bit on the weathered side for denizens of Eros. For as much as they resembled the crew of an eighteenth century sailing, or outright pirate, vessel, they also seemed to be rather clean and well-behaved, if boisterous.Even if they hadn't had an ulterior motive, our heroes would have been drawn into the tavern just out of curiosity.Crossing the threshold was like crossing into another world, or at least milieu. On the outside, the late afternoon sun lit a cheerful seaside sex resort. On the inside, was a relatively dark great room lit by many, many candles. There were long, heavy tables in the middle of the room, a scattering of round tables off the various sides, and a big bar. In addition to the newly arrived seamen (and Don could see no seawomen), there were several actual barmaids – busty, unsurprisingly, and fully clothed, surprisingly, though they did each display generous cleavage – working behind the bar and moving around the sudden influx of "customers". While they seemed to be giving the bar maids plenty of attention, the seamen were primarily concentrating on ordering drinks from the bar.Since arriving in Eros, Don had not seen anyone drink anything but water, but the drink being handed out to the men was clearly not water. For one thing, each flagon was capped with a foaming head. Leading the way toward the bar, Don managed to stop a bar maid with an armful of flagons and asked, "What is that drink?""'Tis grog, sir," she said with a tone that implied, "of course." She smiled and handed a flagon to Don before hurrying off to pass out the rest of her bounty to the seamen.The "grog" smelled like a cross between mead and beer, and tasted like a sweet beer, which made sense. There was no alcoholic aftertaste, though."Hey, pass that around, Professor," Toshia laughed as she took the flagon from him. After a cautious sip, she promptly took a much longer drink. "Yum, now that's good stuff!"As Shelonda took her turn, Don turned to the closest seaman, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me.""Aye?" the fellow turned to Don with a quizzical eye and the beginning of a smile."Hello, my name is Don, and these are my friends Toshia and Shelonda.""Yar, good day to ye ladies," the man grinned with a definitely twinkle in his eye. "I be Joseph.""I take it that you're the crew of the ship that just anchored offshore?""Har! Wouldn't do to anchor on shore, now, would it?"Don chuckled, and said, "No, it wouldn't. Who would I talk to about arranging passage to the Grotto of Ishtar?"Joseph, who was more than a little distracted by Shelonda's breasts, took a short moment and then said, "Oh, for that kind of thing, ye'll be wanting to talk to the cap'n.""Excellent," Don smiled broadly. "Where can I find the captain?""Oh, the cap'n'll be along shortly," Joseph said with some effort at restraining a laugh. One of his companions overheard his answer and did burst into a loud guffaw."Thank you," Don nodded with a frown. He turned to talk to Toshia, but she had wandered off a bit. She was now talking with a couple of the other crewmen, who were quite happy to give her their undivided attention and to share their flagons of grog with her. Shelonda was still standing nearby, but was returning Joseph's flirtatious glances while occasionally drinking from the flagon Toshia had left in her care.Noticing Don's attention, Shelonda smiled broadly and repeated, "This is good stuff!""That's good," Don nodded with a bit of concern. Apparently the grog was some kind of intoxicant – the first they had come across in Eros – and Don was a bit wary about mysterious consequences. He resolved to abstain from grog, as something of a designated adventurer."Ye've got a lovely figure," Joseph said to Shelonda."Thank you," she smiled and sidled over a bit closer.Don stepped back to get a little further out of the way. Looking around, he guessed that there were about twenty crewmen in the tavern, but there was no sign of anyone who might be the captain, or even an officer. Meanwhile, he saw that Toshia was now half sitting, half leaning on the edge of one of the big tables. She had a flagon of grog in her right hand, and was running her left along the taut, tanned bicep of one sailor, while a second man leaned in on her right to talk with her.Looking back to Shelonda, Don saw that Joseph had drawn her with him over to a chair at a side table. Don watched as Joseph pulled her into his lap and very efficiently exposed her full breasts. She laughed as he said something and began pinching and teasing her nipples.Over against the big table, Toshia was making out with the man on her left, who seemed to have his hand up between her legs and under her skirt. The man on her right looked like he had lowered his mouth to her breast on that side. In another moment, Toshia had set her flagon down on the table a bit to the side and behind her, so that she could busy her hands with reaching into the pants of the two men."Can I get you a drink, sir?" said a pretty bar maid."No, thank you," Don smiled, noticing her blue eyes and very inviting cleavage."'At your service, sir," she grinned and moved on.Toshia was now making out with the man on her right, while the one on her left was taking his turn at her breast. Don could see his muscular forearm flexing as he worked his fingers up between Toshia's legs. Toshia had managed to work their pants down and now, rather obviously, was pulling on and stroking their cocks.Don looked around, found a likely chair, and sat up on the back of it, putting his feet on the seat. This way, he could better keep an eye on things. He saw that Shelonda was now kneeling between Joseph's thighs, and the back of her head was moving up and down in a steady motion that Don had become quite familiar with. A couple of Joseph's friends were also watching intently, but apparently patiently.Toshia was now leaning back on the table, supported by her left arm, as the man on her left moved between her legs, pushing himself into her. Toshia had her right arm around the neck of the man on her right, pulling him toward her so she could continue to make out with him. Quite a few of the men were watching this scene, many of them with a flagon in one hand as they adjusted their own hard-ons. Some had gone so far as to pull their cocks out and stroke them openly.Don was finding the urge to stroke his own persistent erection almost irresistible.Just then, though, the door opened, letting in a blinding swath of white sunlight along with a small group of individuals. Squinting, Don saw three women and a large, naked man who made every other man in the room look a bit scrawny and weak in comparison. Of the women, though, there was one who instantly drew Don's attention.She swept the room with an imperious look that took in the positions of every man and woman in the room, including Don, but accorded him no more attention than anyone else. She had her hands on her hips and stood there in her calf-hugging high-heeled boots as if she owned the place. She wore a long dark brown overcoat that almost dragged on the floor behind her, as well as a black tri-corn hat with a bright red feather sticking out of the folded up brim atop the coppery red hair that fell down around her face and shoulders in an unruly tumult. Underneath the coat, which was thrown open carelessly, her torso was encased in a rust colored corset that emphasized her charms to undeniable good effect. Her smooth, muscular thighs disappeared into a rather incongruous red miniskirt. The hint of a smile on her lips betrayed equal measures of amusement and contempt. Though she was probably less than a meter and a half tall, she commanded the room as soon as she entered it. Along with the Lady and India, she was one of the most palpably sexual creatures Don had ever seen.Confident that this was the captain he had been waiting for, Don took another moment to look at her a bit more carefully. He noted her long neck, her fair complexion, the spray of freckles across her cheeks, and the particularly adorable broad nose, upon which rode the only pair of glasses he had seen in Eros. As he slid off his chair, Don was vaguely aware that Shelonda was making happy swallowing noises as Joseph groaned, and that Toshia was being fucked vigorously on the table in the center of the room with a gang of men each waiting to take a turn coupling with her, but he was focused on the woman – the captain – who was now striding decisively toward a table in the corner of the room, her little entourage in tow. Don noticed that the crewman in her vicinity bowed their heads a bit and backed away to give her space.Whether or not either of the women with her or the big man noticed him, Don proceeded as if they weren't there. He ignored them and approached the table, arriving just as the captain sat down in a high-backed chair with arms, unlike the other chairs in the room."Excuse me, ma'am," Don said, noticing that it suddenly felt very warm in the tavern. "I take it that you're the captain of the ship that just

Rob Worrall is joined by Dickie Worton and Christian James as they look back on a foggy Boxing Day fixture list. Dagenham's defeat at home to Braintree was the end for Ben Strevens as he was given his marching orders, it's looking bleak at the bottom for Boston and Ebbsfleet but could Maidenhead pull off the great escape yet again? Plus in the North and South both league leaders fail to win as the gaps close up in the playoff places. Subscribe via all good podcasting platforms Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Welcome to another edition of Fratello On Air! This week, we're back with a lengthy episode to see you through holiday travels or unruly guests. We received a listener suggestion to discuss our favorite watches from the '90s and '00s. We've added the '10s to the mix as a bonus. Wait 20 minutes for the watch content!One of our favorite listeners, Richard, suggested today's subject. Our favorite watches from three different decades inspired our lengthiest episode to date. We hope you enjoy it and the special surprises along the way.HandgelenkskontrolleWe kick off our episode discussing Japan-related topics. Balazs just returned from a quick trip to the country, while Mike visited Seiko UK in Maidenhead. For the Handgelenkskontrolle, Mike is wearing a Movado with Breguet numerals and caliber 125 that has just returned from service. Balazs is wearing his trusty Rolex Submariner 5513.Favorite watches from recent decadesWe enjoyed discussing our favorite watches from the '90s, '00s, and '10s. Balazs put in extra work and decided to bring affordable and expensive suggestions from each decade. He also mentions his favorite shoes and movies from each period. Mike joins the fray and adds watches, flicks, and kicks too! We discuss the following pieces:Omega Seamaster 300M 2531.80Girard-Perregaux Chronograph 47930 with a Lemania 1872 movementAudemars Piguet John Schaeffer 14994 BAAudemars Piguet Royal Oak Day-Date 25594STBreguet Type XXIWC Aquatimer IW354806 Cousteau DiversPatek Philippe Aquanaut 5164R-001Rolex Submariner 14060MVacheron Constantin Patrimony Traditionelle 82172/000R-9382Thanks for listening to our latest episode, and thanks to Richard for the fantastic suggestion! If you have any thoughts on future episodes, please feel free to let us know.

Rob and Joe look back at a packed week of football. In the National League York hit Maidenhead for Six, Woking woes continue at home to Yeovil. Phil Annets on the remaining National League sides in the FA Cup with two National League sides making it through and we hear from Dagenham hero Josh Rees. Plus a round up of the South and North Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Luke Edwards is in the hot seat and is joined by Christian James and Dickie Worton. Boston pick up their first home win of the season and Christian spoke with new manager Graham Coughlan. York Pearce the Yeovil backline four times and go back top, Gateshead put in a five star performance at Maidenhead and Rob gives us his thoughts on an Aldershot victory. Plus Weston definitely not having a mare in the South, Slough's home record is over and the big game in the division ends in stalemate In the North Curzon have a splashing time, The Iron strike and Chorley slip up. And we hear from Altrincham manager Phil Parkinson after the National League Cup defeat to Manchester United Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Send us a textNick talks to Lowdown regular, author and Guardian columnist Rafael Behr about what Labour does now in government after 14 years in opposition on the sidelines of terrible Tory governments delivering austerity, brexit, a bungled pandemic response, five failed prime ministers, economic decline and collapsing councils and public services.Will the UK inherited from the Tories prove to be a poisoned chalice for PM Sir Keir Starmer and co or can Labour rescue and rejuvenate a country battered by years of Tory misrule?Rafael concludes Labour may have the policies and the right people to carry them out but wonders whether Sir Keir and his chancellor Rachel Reeves have the political vim to sell their vision and plans to the electorate. Already, the BBC has declared Labour's blink-and-you'd've-missed-it political honeymoon to be "over."Rafael @rafaelbehr concedes Labour has its work cut out - as latest opinion polls suggest - and a rocky passage lies ahead. But the Conservatives have not even begun to examine the reasons for their crushing defeat in July. Most media attention has been focussed on the split on the Tories' far right, and with Nigel Farages latest vehicle, Reform, while steadfastly ignoring the hemorrhaging of one-time rock solid Conservative seats to the Liberal Democrats, including the Witney and Maidenhead constituencies of former prime ministers  Lord Cameron and Theresa May. Rafael contends that the famous "Disgusted of Tunbridge Wells" - which the Tories also lost to the Lib Dems - remain particularly disgusted by brexit and its abject and predictable failure. Rafael's recent book Politics: A Survivor's Guide: How to stay engaged without getting enraged is published by W.F.Howes Ltd and available at Amazon and in all good bookshops.Support the showListen to The Lowdown from Nick Cohen for in-depth analysis of the issues and events that shape our lives and futures. From Ukraine to Brexit, from Trump to the Tories - we hope to keep you informed - and sane! @NickCohen4

Danny and Lee are back for week 2, episode 2 and this week they are discussing pre season, the last 2 games against Maidenhead and Barnet. Not great results, not great performances but does it really matter? They make bold predictions for the season a head. Where we will finish? Top Scorer, Player of the year? Most important player and who will be the biggest disappointment? They move on and discuss Bromley league and cup tickets going on sale, why did they go on sale early? but did the club get it right with regards to allocating them? Meet the manager, why was it such a secret, the full video has been released but why no communication, is it another example of bad comms from the club? some members have put a petition out regarding an EGM and motions for the Dons Trust board, have people lost confidence in the board and club? They finish by reviewing the first game of the season, a home game against Colchester and the new prediction league sponsored by Seasonmaster with some big prizes up for grabs. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Foundations of Amateur Radio The story goes that the name of our hobby, at least in some parts of the world, ham radio, stems from the notion that we as a community were perceived as being ham-fisted in our ability to operate a Morse key. We apparently claimed that slur and made it our own. I've never actually been able to verify this narrative, but it goes to the heart of what it is to be part of the hobby of amateur radio, as opposed to Professional radio, which is what I once heard someone refer to themselves as. This notion that we are playing outside our sandbox, that we're doing something less than real, that we're somehow not whole as a result is absurd, especially in the context of how we are an integral part of how spectrum is allocated around the globe. It's fun to remember that playing outside the box, trialling things, exploring, inventing and learning, is the reason we're here. The whole thing is incremental, much like learning to walk, sometimes you fall flat on your face, yet here you are perambulating like a champ. As an aside, did you know that how you get up off the floor is pretty much how you learnt to do it as a toddler, it might not be the most efficient, but it's how you do it. Speaking of falling down, making mistakes on-air is part and parcel of being an amateur. There's no protocol police, nobody to issue a fine if you make a mistake, just dust yourself off and try again. The urge to optimise pervades our hobby. We optimise our antennas, our gear, the time and band we choose to communicate on, the modes we use, the places we operate from, even how we participate in contests, all of it is a cycle of optimisation. During contests I've regularly attempted to flex my imagination to optimise my activities. For example, the VK Shires contest rewards you for combinations of shires, so, I created a map of all the shires, then looked for places to activate, preferably on or near borders, so I could change shire with minimal effort. There are contests that reward different maidenhead locators, so I set about finding spots where you could activate four at once. By the way, a maidenhead locator is an amateur radio geo-locator which I'll dig into some other time. Contesters regularly use multiple radios to optimise their ability to talk to stations that double their points, so-called multipliers. Over the years I've come across many different excuses for getting on-air and making noise. Popular activities like Parks On The Air, or POTA, Summits On The Air or SOTA, and plenty of others are all programs that aim to get you out of your shack, set up your station at a particular location and make contact with anyone and everyone. On occasion you'll hear a station combining activities, doing both a POTA and a SOTA activation because the summit is inside the boundaries of a national park. Ian M0TRT took this idea to a whole new level. He wondered if you could qualify for multiple programs simultaneously and if so, how many. Gathering data from Summits, Parks, Islands, Beaches and Bunkers on the Air, together with UK Castle and Lighthouse awards and adding World Wide Flora and Fauna or WWFF, eight programs in all, he set about exploring. For some programs like Castles, Lighthouses and Bunkers you need to be within 1 km of the entity and summits need to be activated within 25 meters altitude from the peak. For other programs, beaches, parks and islands plenty of extra work was needed. Ian's code is available on GitHub, in the "weeaaoa" or "Worked Everything Everywhere All At Once Award" repository. If you have time to head out to the beach just east of Devil's Point near Plymouth you'll be able to activate 21 different programs at the same time. The Maidenhead locator is IO70WI06. As with any outdoor amateur radio activity, take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints and kill nothing but time. Be mindful of creating obstacles and trip hazards for your fellow humans and be prepared to have a park ranger turn up as soon as you sit down. Oh, and if you think that's not in the spirit of amateur radio, you haven't been paying attention. I'm Onno VK6FLAB

Don's bargain with a seductive vampire. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Lady Primrose The long, wood-paneled ballroom was largely what Don would have expected. There were a pair of tables near the entrance heavily laden with bowls and platters of fruit, as well as a fountain jetting clear, cold water surrounded by crystal glasses. There were doors at intervals down the length of the two side walls that seemed to open into the gardens, and illuminating the entire room were three very large candle chandeliers sparkling with golden light. In what seemed to be entirely appropriate décor, any would-be empty wall space of any considerable size was hung with high quality paintings. However, the paintings all had a decidedly erotic bent, as if someone had decided to redo the illustrations from the Kama Sutra in the style of the Dutch and English masters of the 18th and 19th centuries. There were some portraits too, but they were all showing much more skin than normal. The life-sized painting of a reclining pale young man with a rather generous erection was not exactly what one expected to see in a respectable Victorian mansion. Or, at least, not displayed prominently in the grand ballroom. The guests who had been admitted through the main doors, along with Don, gathered about the tables for some fruit and water, and then gradually began to disperse along the length of the ballroom, where they mingled with a number of people who seem to have been admitted to the room earlier, or who had come in through the garden. While Don, Jerome, Bian, Rodney, and Marilyn, seemed fairly representative of the former crowd of guests and of Erosians in general, the latter set seemed quite different. Each of these others moved with an unusually feline grace and unmistakable confidence. To paraphrase an astute (though fictional) observer of human nature, they walked as if the place belonged to them. They were all of them exceptionally good looking and possessed of an undeniable sex appeal, even for Eros. Don wasn't really surprised to note that these attendees were a bit paler than the other guests. Music began to play. It was unobtrusive instrumental music, ideal for slow dancing, but modern enough that no one felt compelled to waltz or anything like that. Don watched as the paler partiers moved among the others, smiling and batting their eyes, selecting, and engaging. Most led their chosen partners toward the open end of the ballroom where they danced together, but some slipped off through the open doors into the garden. Don felt a cool hand slip into his and turned to see the lovely Cessily next to him. She was now wearing a dark red evening gown with a plunging neckline that showed off most of her pale breasts to very nice advantage. Her blue eyes twinkled up at him and her lips, now crimson to match her gown, were smiling in a rather inviting way. “Good evening,” Cessily purred. “‘Don,' wasn't it?” “It was, and still is,” Don nodded, unable to resist smiling back at the charming woman. “Would you like to dance, Don?” she smiled. “Is dancing all you have in mind, my dear?” he managed. “Oh, well, there's always more than dancing on my mind,” she laughed. “In that at least we're kindred spirits,” admitted Don. “If you enjoy our dance, perhaps we could retire to someplace a bit more private…” “Something a bit more shadowy, say?” She smiled again, “If you like, though I don't mind an audience.” “Once more, we have that in common.” “I could tell I liked you right from the start, Don.” “You seem to have excellent taste, fair Cessily.” She leaned in closer, so Don could feel her lips very lightly brushing his neck, as she said, “I would love to see if your taste is so fine.” Don swallowed hard, and then managed to say, “I must say I find the thought very tempting, but…” She placed her hand on his chest and looked up into his eyes with another of her fetching smiles and said, “Would you like Lucien to join us?” Laughing a little, Don said, “No, that's quite alright. It's just that I'm afraid I really must save myself for Lady Primrose.” “Oh,” she actually pouted a bit. “However, if she has no use for me…” Cessily rolled her eyes a bit, “No, she'll just eat you up, the greedy bitch.” Don was a bit taken aback, and a bit put off by her phrasing, despite his pre-existing suspicions. “Oh, don't mind me, sweet thing,” Cessily laughed. “I just had my heart set on you for the night.” “That is very flattering! In other circumstances…” She leaned in and rose up on her toes a bit to kiss him on the cheek, then said, “If you get tired of waiting for her ladyship, don't hesitate to come find me.” Then, flashing him a bright smile and a quick wink, Cessily slipped off to find another quarry. “I've never seen anyone turn Cessily down before,” said a familiar voice from over Don's shoulder. Don turned to see Lucien regarding him with a slight, diffident smile. “It wasn't easy,” Don admitted, “but I think it's best if I wait until I get the chance to talk to Lady Primrose.” “Interesting,” shrugged Lucien. “She generally likes to make a late entrance. Normally I'd wish you luck resisting the charms of the other women, and men, here, but if you can say ‘no' to Cessily, I suspect you don't need any help in that regard.” Don laughed, “Again, it wasn't easy.” Lucien nodded and left Don to fend off the advances of several other extremely attractive women who seemed quite eager to slip off to a darkened corner with him. Two of them actually suggested they share him. “Do you mean, I can enjoy you both?” “Oh, yes, of course,” said the redhead, as her raven-haired companion licked her lips while admiring Don's neck. Don smiled and proffered his now customary response. The two women didn't seem to mind too much, and Don soon saw them dancing with a very cheerful Rodney, as nearby Marilyn seemed to swoon in the embrace of a tall, dark stranger. When the two women led Rodney off into the garden, Don thought he should follow. He doubted that anyone was in serious danger here, but he wanted to confirm his suspicions and perhaps see something erotic along the way. Before he could make it to the garden though, he found himself drawn up short as a gorgeous woman slipped up next to him and took his arm. “I understand you have been waiting for me, sir,” she said in a low, sensuous voice steeped in a cultured English accent. She was only a little shorter than Don, wearing a black dress that clung lovingly to her body, accentuating her curves and emphasizing her generous breasts with impressive décolletage. Her skin was fair in the way the aristocracy used to find a necessary part of beauty. She had thick chestnut hair pulled back and then falling over her bare shoulders, dark red lips smiling at Don, and emerald green eyes dancing with candlelight and echoing the little glints of her earrings. She was, to put it entirely too simply, staggeringly beautiful. “Lady Primrose, I presume?” “Indeed,” she nodded. “I'm very pleased to meet you,” Don took her hand and raised it briefly to his lips. He said, “My name is Don and I am at your service.” She smiled a bit coolly and said, “Well, we shall see about that, Don. Are you enjoying the party?” “I am,” Don nodded. “I've been enjoying the artwork, and the company is quite interesting, though now I see that it was all but a light appetizer.” She cocked her eyebrow at him and gave him half a smile, and then said, “I should 'make the rounds,' so to speak; would you be so kind as to accompany me?” Don bowed a bit, “Of course, milady.” Patting his hand with her cool fingers, she said, “You may call me Clarissa, Don.” Arm-in-arm they moved through the guests still in the ballroom. The guests who had come in with Don seemed largely entranced by their paler companions, but those last all smiled and greeted Lady Clarissa Primrose as she passed. As they started toward the gardens, she again addressed Don directly, saying, “You have questions.” “I usually do, yes,” Don smiled. “Curiosity is a nearly insatiable thirst, isn't it?” “Quite.” “Indulge yourself, Don; drink deep,” she smiled as she watched his face. “Lucien called Cessily his sister, but that isn't literally true, is it?” “Of all the questions you must have, that's the first?” she chuckled. Don shrugged, “It's the one I'm most likely to forget and regret not asking.” “There are several ways to be siblings,” she said. “They share the same mother, but not a womb. They share not genes but blood.” “And you are their mother, I take it?” “One of them, yes.” “So, 'Lady' is a bit of an understatement.” “What would you have me called?” “Queen seems more appropriate,” Don decided. “You flatter me, Don,” she laughed. “At least this is more interesting than the usual sort. One grows a bit tired of the usual compliments.” They had already passed a couple on a shadowy bench. The woman was straddling the man's lap and had her head buried in the crook of his neck. In another corner, a woman leaned back against a wall as a dark-haired man who might have been Lucien had his mouth fixed on her exposed breast. When they came to Rodney, who seemed to be getting a rather extreme hickey from the redhead and an enthusiastic blowjob from the darker woman, Don asked, “Are they in danger?” “Only if they want to be,” Clarissa smiled. “Does that happen often?” “More often than one might expect, but not what I would call 'often.'” “And how does one become … your child? That doesn't sound right,” Don frowned. “Perhaps it's best not to strain that metaphor,” she patted his hand again and turned him back to the house. “One has to drink in turn.” “Yes, of course,” Don nodded. “Is that why you wanted to see me, Don?” He smiled at her, “No, I'm here on other business.” “Interesting,” she mused as they came back into the ballroom. “You saved yourself for me, and I see that you understand what that would mean, at least normally, but you don't seem to have come for the usual reason at all, though I sense that you find the thought appealing. This would make sense if you were here to join my family.” She had led him through the ballroom and back to the entry hall, and they were now climbing the stairs. “Moreover, there's something different about you, Don.” She raised his wrist and inhaled deeply. “You have … layers – complexity.” She pressed her lips to his wrist and let her tongue play lightly over his flesh. He thought for a moment that he could feel her teeth against his skin. For a moment he thought she would bite him, and he wanted her to. “Uh, yes, there is a depth of flavor to you, Don. It's quite unusual.” She looked up at him without raising her mouth from his wrist. She smiled, “Will you give me a taste?” Don suddenly realized that they had climbed all the way to the top floor and had come into a large candle-lit bedroom with a large canopy bed in the center of it. It reminded him of the bedroom Toshia and he had found themselves in so long ago. It also struck him as a much darker, more sinister reflection of the Lady's bedroom in that distant Manor. With a tremendous effort of will, Don remembered that he had a mission to accomplish. “Perhaps,” he finally managed, as he moved his hand to cup Lady Clarissa Primrose's chin in his hand and draw her to him. He leaned in a bit, kissing her full lips lightly. Don just meant to put her off for a moment with that kiss, but she wasn't having any light kisses. She slipped her arms around him, one slipping up so that she could hold the back of his head, and kissed him passionately, hungrily. Her lips were cool, but her enthusiasm was heat enough. Her tongue slipped into his mouth insistently, as Don's hands moved up over her back until his fingers found the little zipper handle between her lower shoulder blades. When he'd opened the back of her gown, she stepped back a little and shimmied out of her black sheath. She gave Don a moment to admire her beautiful alabaster body, before she stepped to him again, raising her cool fingers to caress his face. “We could share the sweetest of ecstasies, Don,” she purred as her fingers dexterously unbuttoned his shirt in what seemed both slow motion and extremely quickly. She leaned in to kiss the side of his neck as his jacket and then his shirt fell to the floor. He felt the tip of her tongue brushing his skin. She pulled back and looked him in the eye with a confident smile on her dark lips, and said, “You have some power in this world, I can taste it on your flesh, but you've never known the power I can share with you, if you'll but give me a taste of yourself. You aren't afraid, I can tell. You want to give me what I want.” Letting his hands move over her body, caressing her curves, lingering over her perfect, full breasts, Don smiled and repeated, “Perhaps.” Somehow, she had undone his belt and opened his slacks. She was up against him again now with her hand in his pants, squeezing and pulling on his cock in a grip that was exquisitely tight, but still on the side of pain that counts as pleasure. Her nose was brushing against his, and he could feel her breath on his lips as she said, “You want to be inside me, Don. You can't deny it. You could have given yourself to Cessily or any of the others, but you saved yourself for me. Surrender yourself to me, Don.” Don forced himself to tear his hands away from touching her long enough to push his pants down, and then kicked his shoes and pants to the side. He licked his lips, swallowed, and said, again, “Perhaps.” Her eyes, so close to his now, narrowed and she growled a bit. Letting go of his sex, she placed her hand flat on his chest and shoved him backward, throwing him easily back on the silken coverings of the bed. Before Don could do more than land on his back splayed out helplessly, she was on top of him, crouched over him and looking down into his face. There was a fire in her eyes and for the first time, it was clear her canines were longer and sharper than normal. She smiled again, but now with a hint of malice, and said, “It's pointless to resist. You know you will give me what I desire.” Don couldn't resist touching her, and his hands moved up over her again, now reveling in the feeling of her tense muscles. He felt her hand between them, taking hold of his extremely hard prick and getting it into position. He felt his glans slipping into her smooth, moist sheath and was surprised at how intensely warm it was. He wanted to push up into her, but she resisted. She chuckled low in her throat. “Why fight it, Don? You know I can just take what I want.” Don smiled again, but this time broadly as if he were himself again, and said, “Perhaps.” Calling upon everything he had learned about Eros and using the strength he had found so helpful in his fight with the Sisterhood, Don abruptly pushed up and over, flipping Lady Primrose over onto her back underneath him. Startled, she snarled and snapped up at him with her deadly teeth, but Don's hand was on her lovely throat and he pushed her back into the bed. “Now, now,” he smiled. “We could fight, and maybe you'd take what you want by force, but where's the fun in that?” She managed a cold smile and said, “It sounds like it would be a great deal of fun, actually.” It was Don's turn to chuckle, and he again recalled that day with the Sisterhood, and haughty Daphne. He smiled and said, “Maybe we can try that next time. I was thinking this time we could come to a more mutually pleasurable solution.” To emphasize his point, he pushed himself deeper into her, quietly amazed at how wonderfully warm her pussy was. It felt like she was both opening to the pressure he was exerting and pulling him in. Her muscles squeezed and drew on him in a wonderfully unusual way, as if her pussy had preternatural abilities. He felt her hands squeezing his ass and pulling him in to her and her long legs wrapping around his. Don worked himself in and out of her a few times, eliciting a smile and a happy groan from her, and then said, “What I have in mind is a trade.” “Oh?” she was looking back up at him calmly, as if she were completely disinterested, though her body was flexing and grinding back against him rather enthusiastically. Don realized some of that enthusiasm was being exhibited by those exceptionally talented muscles of her vagina. Don was intent on fucking her now, but managed to remember his mission and said, “I will give you what you want, though not all of it, of course, but in exchange for something.” “Something more than what you're enjoying now?” she smiled. Don couldn't resist and lowered his face to hers to kiss her again. In the heat of passion, he didn't care that one of her fangs cut his lower lip, giving her the briefest taste of what she craved. When he pulled away again, he said, “If you can restrain yourself, I'm sure we can both enjoy this quite thoroughly.” She rocked her pelvis beneath him, smiled, and said, “You might be right about that.” Don paused a moment, both to enjoy the feeling of being inside this gorgeous, sexy creature, and to reconsider his plan, but then forged ahead with, “I'll let you drink, but I want something in exchange…” “Yes?” “Your earrings.” She laughed then, and said, “Is that all?” “Well, they do look expensive, and…” “Done!” she smiled. “Now shut up and fuck me, Don.” Don was all too happy to do so, bending his back and shoving up into her vigorously as her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding his body tight against her. He was fucking her hard and fast, using short, fast strokes when he felt her mouth on his neck. Her hand held the back of his head in place and then he felt her fangs sink into him. It hurt, but not as much as he had expected, and what followed was a strange kind of bliss. As she hungrily sucked on his blood, Don felt a deep connection with her that transcended the sexual union that was already so very intense. While she drank from him, their bodies became one organism, joined in one glorious pumping, flowing, orgasmic circuit. Then she was coming, her body suffused with his blood and squeezing and pulling at his sex, and Don gave her his cum as well, filling her with a gushing flood. As they ground together… Don shoving up into her, his arms pulling her down on his spasming cock, his legs shoving against the bed to push himself as deep as he could into her… Clarissa pulling him into herself, strong arms and legs wrapped around his muscular body, her pussy squeezing and sucking on his hard, thick sex… they rolled over together on the bed so that she was on top of him, shuddering and groaning with exquisite pleasure. Though to him it felt as if she had consumed a great deal of his blood, she held back so that he could give her more before the night was through. After their long, extremely intense orgasm finally faded away, Clarissa pushed back and up, straddling him and smiling down at him with her lips dark with his blood and thin dark red rivulets running down her chin and splattering a bit on the tops of her perfect breasts. Don smiled and hoped she would honor their agreement. If she didn't though, he couldn't help but think it was quite a way to go! Then she was moving on him, grinding herself against his body, riding his still very hard cock. Her hands moved up over her body to her full tits and squeezed them, smearing some of Don's blood over her fair skin. Don ran his own hands over her strong thighs up to her narrow waist. Then he was reaching up to help her squeeze those luscious breasts, getting some of that blood on his fingers. She bent down a bit and Don's hands reached her throat and then her face, and then she was licking and sucking the blood off his fingers. Without for a moment resisting the urge to move her pussy and clit against him, she leaned down to kiss him passionately. She hadn't put her fangs away – if she could even do that – so Don's tongue and lips felt those sharp teeth brushing against them in the heat of passion. There was also the taste of his own blood, which was somehow sweeter than the coppery taste he expected. Then she was climaxing again, moaning into Don's mouth as her body trembled and her pussy again milked at his cock in that weird and wonderful way. Later, after a long session of vigorous fucking, Don was sitting up on the bed and Clarissa was on his lap, his cock still inside her and her arms and legs wrapped around him. They had been moving against each other for some time since her last orgasm. She looked deeply into his eyes, and asked, “Why do you want my earrings?” Don told her, but as briefly as possible. “Ah,” she smiled. “I take it that means you would not like to join my little family.” He smiled and said, “I am very flattered, milady, but I must continue my quest.” She nodded, “Of course.” “That's not to say that I'm not very tempted, though,” Don added. “Would you mind if I came back to visit you, if I can?” She smiled and kissed him again. Don felt her pussy working its magic again, pulling him closer and closer to another orgasm. Clarissa rode up and down on him a bit more vigorously, and she said, “Please, feel free to visit any time. Now, give yourself to me one last time tonight.” As she drew him into ecstasy, she worked her body against him, bringing herself to her own shuddering climax. When Don's body responded in kind, pumping a fountain of hot cum up into her, she again dropped her mouth to his neck, and he felt the sharp pain of her fangs piercing his flesh. His hot blood filled her mouth as his seed filled her pussy and womb. Don felt as if she was swallowing him up whole as his life force flooded into her. She let him fall slowly back onto the bed, and he saw her over him, a disheveled and bloody creature of chaos and death, and thought it was one of the sexiest images he had ever seen. Then everything went black. When he woke, Don found himself in the bedroom where he and Gretchen had had so much fun the day before. He sat up and looked around a bit unsteadily, just as none other than Gretchen came into the room bearing a silver platter with a pitcher of water and some fruit. “Good afternoon, sir,” she smiled. She set the platter on a table by the bed and set about propping Don up with some pillows. “You should drink lots of water, and eat something, sir.” Then she disappeared into the bathroom to run a bath. When Don was reaching for his second apple, he noticed an envelope with his name on it. Inside were a pair of emerald earrings and a note that said, “Thank you for a wonderful evening. Please come again soon. – C.” Don was smiling as he finally got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He caught his reflection in a mirror on the way. He was a bloody mess, literally, but it looked like the wounds on his neck were already healing. After his bath, which was a bit restrained compared to their time together the day before, Don pushed a cheerfully cooperative Gretchen back on the bed so he could lick her to a few squealing and shaking orgasms. Then, back in his khaki's and polo with the envelope and earrings in his pocket, Don went downstairs, collected his staff and headed out for Shagbottom. “Damn, Don,” Toshia breathed. “That was crazy!” “Yeah,” he chuckled, “it really was intense.” “But she could have killed you.” He shrugged, “I mean, maybe, but everyone seemed so polite and well-mannered. Cessily and the others just took 'no' for an answer. I had the distinct impression Clarissa could be trusted to not get carried away.” Toshia shook her head disapprovingly. “Plus, like I said to Evelyn, I was getting the impression I wasn't really in any serious danger.” “Why is that, though?” “I'm getting to that,” he chuckled. “Fine, but how did you find your way back to the Hall of the Whatever King?” “Oh, that was the easy part,” Don laughed. “As soon as I left Heolfor House, I abruptly found myself in the courtyard with all the naughty statues. I just had to go in, strip down, shower, take the earrings and my staff, and ride the sofa back up again. I handed over the earrings and got my next mission. Easy peasy.” Dear readers, this chapter features quite a few references to people, events, and places in the Lost in Eros series. If you've read that,  perhaps you'll enjoy these callbacks. If you haven't, please consider this an invitation to read this story from the beginning. In any case, you'll enjoy this story either way. Chapter 8. The Tribal Queen, the New Sheriff, & Storytime “The next mission was a bit more straightforward, though there was a bit of a twist along the way,” Don smiled. “Oh?” Toshia prompted. “It turns out there's this whole area that's set aside for people who are into less civilized things.” “I can understand that,” she nodded. “Some of these are organized into rather male dominated tribes that engage in all kinds of war games and treat their women mostly as commodities. I get the impression the women must be into that whole thing. It had a rather cave-man sound to it when it was explained to me.” “Yeah, there are women who like that whole 'throw me over your shoulder and take me to your cave' idea,” Toshia said. “It's not my thing, obviously, but yeah.” “There are at least a couple of female-led tribes – kind of like Amazons.” Toshia added, “Or like the Sisters.” “Yeah, I guess so,” Don nodded. Task Three: “Anyway, my next mission was to win a tribal chieftain's queen. It wasn't the queen of the tribe, but the chieftain's queen. Apparently, she didn't have any tribal authority, but as queen she was the boss of the other women of the tribe, and she couldn't be traded away.” “Traded away?” “For, like, horses or other women,” shrugged Don. “I had to win the queen of the Grey Wolves. The watcher's council teleported me to the area, which they called 'the Wilds.' I found a village on the edge of the tribal area, got some more appropriate clothing – moccasins and a loin cloth…” “I'd like to see that,” Toshia grinned. “Maybe later,” Don laughed. “Over a couple of weeks, I was able to find out more about the tribal 'culture.' Apparently, there were just two ways I could 'win' a tribal queen: defeat the chieftain in one-on-one combat or sneak into the tribe's camp and spirit her away. I also found out that the chieftain of the Grey Wolves was a massive guy with a serious reputation as a badass warrior.” “So, stealth-time?” “Stealth-time,” Don nodded.Don Becomes the Sheriff of the Resort Center. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Don moved through the forest as quietly as he could. He was devoting all his attention to creeping stealthily toward the Grey Wolves' camp. For the hundredth time that night he wished he had Shelonda's skills in the woods. He was trying to bend Eros to his will, as he had done in the Manor and against the Sisters, but he was definitely out of his element here. All his time playing stealth characters in videogames hardly prepared him for actually moving quietly through a forest at night.He hoped that the Grey Wolves had grown complacent in their long period of being the strongest tribe in the Wilds. The villagers Don had befriended had assured him that no one would be crazy enough to try to sneak into the Grey Wolves' camp. Hearing that had actually cemented his plan to try the sneaky approach. Now, as he approached the camp, he could see the many tents and the darkly glowing pits where their fires had burned low. The chieftain, who he had been told was called Omar War Eagle, was supposed to have the biggest tent, and his queen would have the much smaller tent between his and the wooden lodge, next to which was the large tent shared by the other women of the chieftain. From the low rise outside the camp, Don thought he could make out the tent he wanted. His whole plan depended on War Eagle spending the night with one of his other women, and Don thought he could see a light glowing through the fabric of the queen's tent. Don crept slowly through the camp, suddenly grateful that there didn't seem to be any dogs in Eros. He stopped next to the backside of what he thought must be the right tent and listened. Somewhere in the camp there were at least three couples having sex, but most of the tribe seemed to have gone to sleep. Shifting his staff over to his left hand, Don drew the sharp knife he'd procured in the village and quickly cut a long slit in the tent. In another moment, he had slipped inside. Sure enough, there was only one person in this tent, and it was clearly a woman. Don could see a very feminine hip and the full swell of a beautiful bare breast in the reddish glow of the little fire that kept the tent warm. Don crept slowly toward the woman on her bed of furs, as he admired her sleeping form. He resisted the urge to run his hands over her legs while he decided how exactly he should manage the next part of this caper. He moved in closer to try to get a better look at the queen. Her long dark hair obscured her face, but he could tell she was beautiful. He thought the usual thing to do in a situation like this was to clamp his hand over her mouth when he woke her, to keep her from crying out, but Don wanted to make sure he did it swiftly and gently. Hurting this woman was completely out of the question, as far as Don was concerned. It was bad enough that he was about to frighten her. When his hand slipped over her mouth, though, her eyes opened and regarded him calmly. She made no effort to struggle or even start away. Don suddenly realized there was something very familiar about this woman. When Don raised a finger to his lips in what he hoped was a universal-enough sign to be quiet, she nodded as if she understood him, and Don drew his hand back. “Hello again,” she smiled. “It was Don, wasn't it?” Her accent and the way she pronounced his name, as ‘Dohn,' immediately refreshed his memory. “India?” he asked in utter surprise. “It is good to see you again, Don,” she smiled, “but what are you doing here? It is very dangerous for you here.” “I'm here to ‘win' you – to steal you away,” he explained. “Oh, that's sweet,” she smiled. “But wait, how did you know where to find me?” “I was sent by the watchers council, on a quest to earn one of those rings.” “One of these?” she laughed and held up her left hand, showing the black ring Don remembered. “Exactly,” he smiled. “I was looking for you after that one night in the Jungle Room, and here they've sent me to you.” “I am sure it was not an accident,” she smiled at him. She brushed her long black hair out of her eyes. Finding her lips irresistible, Don leaned in to give her a kiss, but she stopped him with her fingers on his mouth. “I am the queen, Don. You cannot just do what you want with me.” “Unless I steal you away, right,” Don nodded. “Yes. There are rules,” she smiled warmly. “Ah, very good,” Don rose a bit and offered her his hand. “We can slip out through the back of the tent.” “Oh, Don, that is not how we play this game,” she chuckled. Then she was yelling, “Help! Help! Someone has come into my tent! Help!” Toshia laughed a bit and then gaped at Don, before she said, “What the hell, Don?” “That was pretty much my reaction, too,” he chuckled. “You'd be amazed how quickly a bunch of naked guys woke up and swarmed to protect their chief's queen. They dragged me out and brought me right up to the chieftain himself, Omar War Eagle. He was huge, Toshia. Huge! He was at least a foot taller than me and built like, well, like Sven from the Maidenhead, but on steroids. He didn't look at all happy to be woken up or that I'd tried to make off with his most prized possession.” “How did you manage to get out of that?” Toshia asked. “Well, I did the only thing I could,” Don shrugged. “I challenged him to a fight for her.” “I have to admit, that's a bit anti-climactic,” Don said to himself. Omar War Eagle lay stretched out the ground in front of him, knocked out by a single strike from Don's staff. Rather than wait until morning, Omar had laughingly demanded the duel commence immediately. He apparently thought the skinny little intruder would be so little trouble that he could finish him off and get back to bed in short order. He called for a heavy cudgel to correspond, barely, to the twig he saw Don carrying. The rest of the tribe gathered around, and Don had a moment to notice that they bore very little resemblance to one another, as one might have expected from a more traditional tribe or clan. When Omar moved in, a bit recklessly, and swung that big cudgel in an admittedly brutally fast arc aimed at Don's head, it felt to Don as if the large man was almost moving in slow motion. It was hardly even an effort for him to duck under the swing, extend his leg out to the side as he crouched low, slipping to Omar's momentarily unexposed right side. Springing up on Omar's flank, Don leapt into the air and brought his staff down on the big man's shaved head with a loud crack. As Omar dropped the cudgel and fell to his knees, Don was glad to see that he hadn't caved in the man's skull. Before Omar had finished falling forward face down in the dirt, his tribe was gaping at Don and each other in shock and confusion. Then, Don caught India's eye and saw that she was shaking her head and trying to suppress a smile. He smiled at her, held out his hand, and said, “Milady…?” With her by his side, Don began to make his way through the crowd of Grey Wolves, when someone thought to ask, “Shouldn't one of us challenge him?” Don turned sharply in the direction of the questioner and said quite loudly, with an imperious gleam in his eyes, “Look, I don't want any trouble with the rest of you. I got what I came for. Maybe you all need to think about some changes around here, but do you really want to mess with me right now?” This seemed to be both confusing and threatening enough to distract the tribe from Don and India's exit. Now that he wasn't trying to be sneaky, Don could make better time, just keeping his eye on the ground to avoid tripping in the darkness. India now seemed fine with following along. Once they were well into the forest, she let herself laugh and say, “I think that was 'cheating,' Don.” He chuckled and said, “I don't see how. I'm pretty sure anybody can move that fast if they really want to, at least here in Eros.” “And your weapon?” “Well, that is special, but I don't think that was important this time.” “Don, wait,” she said, tugging on his arm. He drew up short and turned to her. She slipped into his arms and gave him a kiss, and then said, “You did your tarefa, your assignment; but before they take you away, let us have some time alone.” “Okay,” Don smiled and leaned down to kiss her again. Then he realized he was in a very different place. There was a jungle on his right, and a moonlit beach on his left. Behind India was a good-sized bungalow, and there was a campfire burning brightly on the beach. “Whoa!” Don breathed. “How did you do that?” “Is one of my special powers,” she winked at him. Then she was leading him out toward the water, saying over her brown shoulder, “This is my special place, my 'hideaway.' They won't bother us here.” “Is this something you can do with your ring?” “Yes,” she smiled, “and you will be able to build things like this too.” Then she dove into the water, leaving Don on the beach to kick off his moccasins and take off his loin cloth, before diving in after her. Like Toshia would later, Don had many questions, but for the time being he devoted himself to enjoying the playful, sensual company of this wonderful, enchanting woman. From the warm water and surf, to a big blanket by the fire, to a large, surprisingly cooperative hammock, they made love until they found themselves spent – drowsy in each other's arms as the sky began to lighten. “I looked for you at the Jungle Room,” Don said, his lips brushing the top of her head. “Jaden said you had been redecorating. Is that something you do with the ring too?” “Uh hum,” she murmured, “the Jungle is my place.” “How is all of this possible?” She chuckled a little, kissed his chest, and said, “I can't tell you, but you will see.” “I would like to see you again,” Don admitted. “You will be able to,” she said as she caressed his belly. “And you will be able to come back here, but you should always ask, first.” “Of course!” Don smiled. “How will I ask, though?” “Shhh, Don, let's sleep for a little while.” “You're into her too!” Toshia laughed. “How did I not notice that before?” “I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about,” Don shook his head. “How many women are you in love with, Don?” “Jealous?” “Ha! No! I know you love me,” she grinned. “How does Sage…I mean, Evelyn, feel about this kind of thing, though?” “She seems to share your attitude, actually, though she is a bit more possessive. It's kind of a strange dynamic, actually. You could call my relationship with her my primary, if you want to use the polyamory lingo, I guess. Anyway, it's an exaggeration to say I'm in love with India. It's more like kind of passing infatuation. Other than being into sex, I don't even know if we have anything in common.” Toshia regarded him with a cocked eyebrow, then said, “Okay, if you say so. Now, if I ask you about those things you asked India, you're just going to say, 'I'm getting to that,' aren't you?” “Yeah, I'm afraid so,” Don nodded. “Sure enough, right after she took us back to the forest, I found myself teleported back to that crazy courtyard of the Crimson Mountain King. After the usual bathing ritual and taking the time to look around a bit for Evelyn, Nicole, and Stephanie, just in case, I was back in the office to get my next assignment.” “You're doing quite well so far, Don,” Pamela said from the other end of the table. “Three down and four to go.” “Thank you,” Don smiled. Knowing that he was almost halfway to being done definitely put him in a better mood about jumping through these hoops. Task Four: “What's next?” “Something different in a familiar setting, I think,” Pamela said with a smile. “We want you to take over the role of sheriff in the Resort.” “Okay, but what about the current sheriff?” “The position is currently vacant, I'm afraid.” “Okay, well, it seems like an easy enough job, I can take it on until someone else comes along.” “You misunderstand,” Pamela said with a smile of a different sort. “You're to take over the role of sheriff in the Resort for a year.” “A year?” Don gaped down the table at the council. “Moreover, you are not to have any sex for that year.” “Wait, what?” “Be the sheriff for one year without having sex,” Pamela repeated. “A year, fine, but… wait, what counts as sex?” “You're clearly familiar with the concept, Don.” “Yes, but what's the exact thing I'm supposed to be avoiding?” With the slightest expression of exasperation, Pamela looked to the witnesses to either side, but if they gave her any feedback Don couldn't see or hear it. Finally, she looked back at him and said, “No physical contact with another person for the purposes of sexual titillation or gratification either for yourself or the other person, or persons.” “So, masturbation…” “Yes, that's fine,” she cut him off a bit impatiently, “but you should be careful not to try to test the boundaries of our rules. We will not tell you if you have failed the task until the end of a year.” “So, I probably shouldn't try touching someone with a sex toy, I take it,” Don frowned. “Do I have to keep track of the time?” “No,” Pamela said. “Stay in the Resort, and we will let you know when your term of service is done.” “Okay,” Don shrugged. “Any other conditions to be met?” “No, that's it.” “Okay, I guess I'm ready, then.” Then, Don found himself standing in the sheriff's office in the Resort. He was wearing boots, jeans, a light white shirt and a denim vest with a star on it. His trusty staff was still in his hand. With a deep sigh of resignation, Don began his year as Sheriff. “A year?! That's crazy,” Toshia shook her head. “Plus, no sex, damn!” Don laughed, “Oh, I agree completely.” “What does the sheriff even do, really?” “Not an awful lot, it turns out,” Don smiled. “I mostly wandered around making sure people didn't 'disturb the peace'—you know, running around playing tag when people are trying to fuck, that kind of thing. Apparently, maturity and consideration aren't required for getting into Eros. Our crashing into the pool on our flying carpet definitely counted as disturbing the peace, by the way. Sometimes people get confused and lost, and it was nice to help them out. Of course, they often wanted to 'thank me' for my troubles, but I was a rock and politely declined.” “It must have been very hard,” Toshia winked and gave him a little nudge. Laughing, Don said, “Well, I've gone longer than that without sex out here, but the XYZ certainly made things … difficult.” “A year in the Resort… all that hot sex going on and you couldn't have any, damn!” “Well, I could, and did, masturbate – a lot – but it was supposed to be a challenge, so… I did amuse myself by wearing increasingly outlandish outfits from the Wardrobery, which was fun. And there were occasional breaks in the monotony. One of the things all of us agreed to before going for these rings was to check in with the sheriff any time we passed through the Resort. So, I was in a good spot for finding out how the others were doing. And, as it turned out, it was only about a week and a half into it when Evelyn turned up.” “Oh, that's good! How was she doing?” “She was doing well and had some stories to tell.” “Well, what do we have here?” said the familiar voice from the doorway. Don jolted upright in his chair behind the desk, where he had just been dozing a bit in preparation for his mid-afternoon nap. Then, when he saw the woman framed in the entrance to his jail, Don bolted to his feet, circled his desk quickly, and wrapped her in his arms. Then they were kissing passionately, in an embrace that lasted several minutes. Only when their lips finally parted did he say, “Sage… I mean, Evelyn! It's so good to see you!” “Right back at ya, stud!” she grinned. “Shouldn't you be in Gotham City?” Don stepped back to show off the Batman costume he had found in the Wardrobery, then tapped the sheriff's star on his chest, and said, “It seemed appropriate to the job.” “No mask, or … cowl, right?” “They had one but, it was seriously uncomfortable, and nobody was getting the joke anyway,” he shrugged. “Come on in and have a seat! Where have you been? How are things going?” She laughed, “That's what you want to do first?” “Ah, well, you see, 'want' isn't the right word here,” Don frowned as he sat on the edge of his desk. He quickly outlined the details of his current task. “Oh wow!” Evelyn said. “That really sucks. Which one of your seven is this, then?” “Four,” he said as he watched her move into the room. She was wearing a green tank top that fit her snuggly, a brown skirt, and a pair of hiking boots – in short, the same outfit she'd been wearing when they had gone together to the Crimson Mountain weeks ago. She propped her staff against the wall before she took her seat. Don was deeply distracted by her bare legs as she crossed them. “Ah, so we each have things to tell each other about,” she smiled. “You go first.” Don related his story about Shagbottom and Lady Primrose, which Evelyn pronounced, “Extremely hot!” While he was telling the story of his quest to 'win' India, Evelyn asked a number of questions about India, ultimately concluding, “She sounds like fun. I want to meet her!” “We can go look for her at the Jungle Room,” Don smiled, “but it's your turn.” “I don't know, lover,” she smirked. “Your stories have got me a bit hot and bothered…” “Well, I can't help you with that,” Don said wryly. “We could go find you someone to play with…” “What if I kill two birds with one stone?” she smiled as she uncrossed her legs and hiked her skirt up a bit. She ran her hands over her thighs, smiled over at the lust-filled expression on Don's face, and then began, “Well, my first assignment was right here in fact. I had to spend a week 'wearing the red' in the Temple of Venus and Aphrodite.” “Ah yes, we did that our first day here at the Resort, but just for one shift.” Don laughed a bit, “You definitely weren't the captain there; that must have been a challenge for you.” “I think that was the idea,” she chuckled. “Those 'watchers' do seem to know a lot about us, don't they?” “Yeah they do,” he nodded. “We had to do six hours. How long was your day?” “Ten hours, with three breaks in there, for refreshment and rest. That left me time each night to explore the Resort a bit before sleeping.” She was idly toying with her lips, pulling and stroking on them. Don forced himself to look up at Evelyn's eyes and asked, “Where did you sleep?” “Here and there,” she shrugged. “There's no shortage of beds and comfy loungers here, and nobody messes with you when you're asleep.” “They better not!” Don grinned. “The sheriff won't stand for that kind of nonsense.” “Good man,” she smiled. “Any particular things stand out from that week?” “Well, it took me a while to get used to just letting anyone who wanted to paw me and boss me around. By the way, women are just as bad as men about that. My butt seems to be some kind of grope magnet.” “It is particularly tempting, I must admit,” Don smiled. “'Sure you don't want to start your year over?” she winked. With a frown, Don shook his head and said, “It doesn't work like that. They'll just tell me at the end of a year if I pass or fail.” “Boo!” she said with an exaggerated pout. “Well, after I got used to the situation it got pretty easy to just go with the flow.” “Any favorite jobs?” “Well, one woman wanted a gangbang and they needed a fluffer.” “That's a bit surprising, to be honest, I mean here in Eros,” Don mused. “I thought so too, but there I was, giving head to like 30 guys.” “Damn! I'd like to have seen that!” Don adjusted the rising bulge in his Batman trunks. “It was hot,” she nodded as she slipped one of her fingers up between her lips. “On the other hand, having all those hard cocks to play with but no cum for me was a bit frustrating, and, after a while my jaw started to hurt.” Don frowned in sympathy. “Oh, one day they asked me if I could dance. 'Turns out there's a little club in there. “Yeah, the Temple's a bit more Vegas than Aphrodisia's.” “You're really such a nerd, aren't you?” She laughed. “Anyway, they wanted some novitiates to dance on tables and the bar. That was fun. At first it seemed like it was just going to be a chance to enjoy some music and dance, which was a nice break, but yeah, things got a bit… heated.” Evelyn had her own little stage about two meters across where she danced barefoot and naked to the very sexy pulsing music. For this assignment, she and the other dancers weren't wearing their usual red tunics, but had long red ribbons tied around their wrists, biceps and waists. The table on which she was dancing glowed white under her feet, and there were red and blue spotlights above focused on her. There were four of these tables, each with a dancer, two of them men and two women. At either end of the bar was another dancer, again one man and one woman. With the lighting as it was, it was a bit hard to see people who weren't dancing or over at the fairly well-lit bar. Evelyn could make out the people right at her feet, but the other 'patrons' of the club were just indistinct shapes in the shadows. At first, Evelyn was content to sway to the music, letting her body move along to the beat as if she were dancing just for herself. It had been a long time since she'd danced at all, and she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed it. Of course, the fact that she was naked in a spotlight, with XYZ coursing through her veins, made her very conscious that she was putting on a show, whether she was trying or not. Soon, her hands were moving over her body as she danced, gliding over her hips, cupping her breasts, caressing her neck and her face. Now and then her fingertips reached down to brush lightly over her lower lips, which were getting increasingly dewy. To be continued. By BradentonLarry for Literotica

Victorian Hedonism comes to life. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The two girls held a whispered conference on the big bed, and then Sage was pushing Reyansh away. She said, “Hold on one sec, lover; I want to try something.” There was a very quick rearrangement, during which Don never had to leave Felicia's sweet embrace. Then Sage was laying with her head hanging over the edge of the bed, as Felicia lowered her mouth to Sage's pussy and clit, which she proceeded to lick and suck. Felicia's ass was up in the air, and Don continued to fuck her from behind. Then Sage beckoned to Reyansh, “Bring that big boy over here.”Eager to comply, he lowered his hard cock for Sage so she could take it into her mouth and then her throat. Sage held his hips to keep her from getting carried away, but he was free to fuck her throat, and that's exactly what he began to do, reaching forward to cup and squeeze Sage's tits in his hands. Don looked down to see his relatively thick cock sliding in and out of Felicia's tight pussy, Felicia's perfect ass, her slender back, the back of her head with her adorable pixie cut, Sage's taut abs and strong thighs, her breasts being manhandled by Reyansh, her beautiful throat as she let him use it, and Reyansh's dark, athletic body as he worked himself in and out of Sage. It was a beautiful spectacle! Don could tell from the way Felicia was moving her right arm that she was fingering Sage as she licked. It didn't take too long before one of Sage's hands went from Reyansh's hip to the top of Felicia's head, and then it was only a minute longer before Sage was writhing on the bed between Felicia and Reyansh as she had a long, intense orgasm. As she shook and trembled, Reyansh pulled his now dripping wet cock out to let her breath. “Damn! That was a good one!” Sage breathed. “It looked like it,” Don grinned from across the bed. Sage sat up and grinned back at him, before curling up to grab Felicia's face and kiss her deeply. Reyansh got up on the bed behind Sage and coaxed her up onto her hands and knees. Then the two women were kissing in the middle of the bed as the two men fucked them from behind. No one was trying to come; they were just enjoying themselves kissing and fucking. After a little bit of this, Sage broke the kiss, and looked over Felicia's shoulder, smiled at Don and asked, “Are you enjoying her hot pussy, Don?” “Oh yes!” he grinned. “Are you enjoying Reyansh's big dick inside you?” “You know,” she laughed. “I really am.” “Good!” “I agree, but I was thinking… You know how I had all those dicks fucking me earlier?” “I do,” Don nodded. “It was very hot!” “Yeah it was! But I don't remember sweet Felicia here having more than one dick at any time.” “Is that right?” “Reyansh,” Sage asked over her shoulder, “did you see Felicia getting more than one cock?” “No, I certainly didn't.” All through this exchange, Felicia had done little more than giggle and push back on Don's cock. “Well, this won't do at all,” Sage decided. “Stop fucking me and get over here and feed Felicia your cock.” Don held still until Reyansh was in position, but then he went back to fucking little Felicia harder, shoving her forward onto the cock in her mouth and throat. Sage crawled over to him and kissed him deeply before bending down to reach under Felicia to play with her clit. Before they could get Felicia to the breaking point, though, Sage stopped and asked Don, “She's got a pretty tight little ass, do you think you can fit inside it?” “I could certainly try,” Don laughed. Felicia murmured her approval around Reyansh's cock. “Don't be so quick, sweetie,” Sage said. “You're going to have a cock in your pussy too.” Felicia's murmur was more enthusiastic, and she managed to nod her head rather emphatically. In another minute, Sage had Reyansh lie on his back and then Felicia mount him, bending forward so Don could push his cock, slippery with Felicia's juices, slowly up into her very tight, very hot ass. Sage leaned on Don's shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Fuck her ass good, baby. Make her come between you two studs!” “Yes, ma'am,” Don grinned, and proceeded to begin fucking Felicia's ass intently. Long, slow strokes gradually became shorter and faster. All the while Felicia was rocking her pelvis between the two men and groaning with pleasure. Sage move around to get down on her hands and knees so she could kiss Felicia, who could do little but let herself be kissed. “Do you like having those cocks fucking you?” Sage asked. “Yes,” Felicia moaned. “It feels so good.” “Are you going to come on their hard cocks?” “Uh huh,” Felicia breathed. “Very soon.” “Do it, baby!” Sage said as she stroked Felicia's pretty face. “Come for us!” “Oh god, yes!” Felicia cried as her body began to spasm between the two men. She shook and clenched, her pussy and ass pulling and grasping at the cocks inside her. Sage leaned in again and kissed her deeply. “Good girl,” she smiled. Then she looked over Felicia's shoulder and asked, “Did you come? No? What about you down there? No? Well! We'll have to fix that, won't we? You two were partners in the game, right? You met in Rendezvous, right? Very good. Don and I are partners too, so I think we should finish this swap right. Reyansh, I want you to give me your cum wherever you want, and Don, you come for Felicia.” Don slowly drew out of Felicia's ass so she could let Reyansh get out from under her. He took her in his arms and asked her, “Where do you want me to come, Felicia?” “Please fuck my ass some more, Don,” she said as her hand went to his cock. “But let me ride you.” In short order, Don was lying next to Sage. She had her legs wrapped around Reyansh's waist, while he held her wrists up over her head as he drove into her pussy. Don was holding his cock erect for Felicia, who was squatting over him, pushing her tight ass down over his flaring head and thick shaft. Felicia leaned back with her hands on Don's thighs and began to raise and lower herself on him. Reyansh was driving into Sage's pussy with abandon, grinding against her clit and surely bottoming out in her grasping pussy. He was looking into her eyes as he fucked her harder and faster. Soon, both of them were groaning and clenching on the bed next to Don and Felicia as Sage's pussy was eagerly pulling a flood of hot cum out of Reyansh's cock. Don found the fact that he was lying next to Sage as she climaxed on another man's cock intensely erotic. The thought that she was yet again getting filled with cum only made the situation hotter! Don began to arch his back to fuck up into Felicia's ass, and reached down to use his thumb to play with her clit. Then there was motion on the bed next to them, and Sage leaned across Don to replace his thumb with her mouth on Felicia's clit. Reyansh stood up on the bed and offered Felicia his cock to clean off. Don lay back and watched the beautiful woman riding his cock take Reyansh's cummy cock into her mouth and suck on it hungrily, and felt Sage's fingers against the base of his cock as she pushed them up into Felicia's pussy. Then Felicia was coming again, moaning around the cock in her mouth and pushing down on Don. This was all Don could take and he felt his body shoving up into her ass as his balls tightened and his cock swelled inside her. Then he was arching his back, pushing up on Sage and into Felicia as he erupted, pumping a geyser of hot cum up into her. Very slowly, assisted by Reyansh, a quivering Felicia fell backwards, letting Don's cock slip out of her. Sage immediately caught it and took it into her mouth, claiming the last of his cum for herself. When she managed to get up on one arm and look at Don, Sage smiled and said, “Another shower?” Don laughed, utterly smitten by the sleepy, well-fucked look in her eyes and her messy mane of red hair, and said, “Sure, but if you think you're getting more sex out of me…” She kissed him quickly and said, “We'll see about that.” Then she was clambering over him and pulling him out of the bed. Reyansh was lying there cradling Felicia in his arms, and Sage called back to them, “Don't take all the covers; we'll be back.” As the water poured over them, in a brief break in their making out and hurried cleaning, Sage looked up at him and asked, “So, out in the other world… um, are you seeing anyone?” Don chuckled, bent down to kiss her, and then picked her up. She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, sinking down on his cock. Don's hands gripped her ass and slowly raised and lowered her. He smiled and said, “Well, I have this relationship with Toshia that's gotten interesting, but, as you know, she's got a girlfriend, but, actually, I was thinking I would like to be seeing you. If you're free, that is.” “I think we can work something out,” she smirked. “I take it we're going to be swingers, or something like that.” “That does seem to be the way things are going,” he kissed her again. “How does that sound to you?” “Hum, pretty damn good. Just remember…” “I belong to you,” he nodded. “Aye, and, for the record, in case you were wondering, vice versa,” she said as she flexed herself against him, working up and down and grinding against the base of his cock. Don grinned, “Yeah, I worked that out.” “But we share.” “Right.” “And if we get a chance, we're banging the hell out of Toshia,” she said. “Of course.” “Good,” she kissed him. “Now fuck me. I want to have one more orgasm before we go to bed.” “Greedy girl,” he smiled. “Hell yeah!” “There was a lot more sex on the Riverboat, and we spent some time at the Resort.” “Did she really say that about me?” Toshia asked. “I swear,” Don chuckled. “Uh, I do like the sound of that,” she smiled. “But you were saying.” “Yeah, we did the Jungle Room, naturally, and I showed her the Temple. She got gangbanged in the Grotto, which is a very wet area, as you might expect.” “How many guys? In the gangbang, I mean.” “It's not a competition, you know,” Don laughed. Toshia rolled her eyes at him. “There were about a dozen, plus me.” “Yes! Still the champion!” Toshia grinned. “Well, that was before her trials, so…” “Doesn't count,” Toshia said. “Seriously?” “I have ruled. Okay, you can go on with the story.” Chapter 7. Lady Primrose's Earrings As he and Sage made their way to the Crimson Mountain, Don was acutely aware of their impending separation, and the fact that they might remain apart for quite some time. Accordingly, he made sure they had a variety of plans for meeting up, if possible, leaving messages, when the opportunity presented itself, etc. Passing through the Manor they would leave word with the Scholar, and then linger about there at least for a few days. Passing through the Resort they would both check in with the Sheriff and leave word with the Sage. “I'll try to remember that,” Sage laughed. “Yeah, and I'm trying to get used to thinking of you as Evelyn,” Don smiled. Don also told her about the Wizard as a potential ally whose home might be a good meeting place, and the Witches of the Glen who might be helpful. Of course, they also thought the Maidenhead might be useful, even if they couldn't be too sure it would long remain in Megan's control. In turn, Evelyn told him about a cafe in the bazaar on the far side of the sea, and they agreed to check in at the tavern on the beach and Ambrosia's when in the vicinity of Rendezvous. When they got to the locker rooms in the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King, they bathed, but Don made a point of retrieving the staffs the Wizard had given him and Shelonda what seemed so long ago. Stephanie had had no real experience with such things, and Nicole was positively averse to using any kind of weapon. Evelyn, though, had some martial arts training, though it was mostly in aikido, and definitely had no problem with weapons. “Too bad we don't have swords,” she mused as she spun the enchanted wooden staff in her hands. Having been made for Shelonda, it was just about the perfect size for Evelyn. “God, you're hot!” Don grinned as he admired the way the muscles in her arms and wrists moved as she played with the staff. “Oh, we should have gotten bows and arrows from the elves!” Don groaned, “Ugh, why didn't I think of that?” She laughed, “Well, you're not the only one who didn't.” “On the other hand,” he mused, “it doesn't seem like we're very likely to be called upon to fight anyone. Still, an unbreakable staff can be a useful tool.” “Hard wood can definitely be good to get your hands on,” she smirked. It turned out that, as long as they bathed and were naked, the red-robed servitors had no problem with letting them proceed into the Pleasure Dome and seemed to pay no attention at all to the staffs. “Holy hell!” Evelyn breathed as they entered the vast chamber, momentarily stunned by the scale of both the room and the orgy going on in it. “Yeah,” Don nodded. They proceeded to the circular couch in the middle of the dome, Evelyn taking in the spectacle as they went. “The king's throne is that away, but I want to see if we can just ride the sofa up,” Don said. “But first, come with me. I want to have some time with you before we head up.” He led her down to the base of the stairs, where they set their staffs off to the side, out of the way but close at hand, and made love for what might be the last time in a long while. Though a few of the other revelers offered to join in, Don and Evelyn kept to themselves this time. When they were finally worn out, they made a quick trip to the nearest fountain to clean up and then returned to the sofa. With their staffs across their laps, and their hands tightly clasped, they rode the couch up to the waiting room. “Damn!” Evelyn grinned. “This is not safe at all!” “I'm starting to suspect it's not actually that dangerous,” laughed Don, “but I'm not about to test that theory.” “Good! I'll be pissed at you if you kill yourself testing something like that.” “Aw that makes me all warm inside,” he grinned. “Oh, you're right, this is a bit anticlimactic,” Evelyn said as they came to a halt in the waiting room. “Told ya,” he smiled. “Hi, Gladys! Miss me?” After a wait that seemed both rather too long and excruciatingly quick, Gladys announced that ‘they' were ready to see Evelyn. She took her staff and got up, but Don pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. He gave her ass a long squeeze, smiled, and said, “Don't forget me, gorgeous.” “Unhand me, sir!” she laughed. “I will not be kissed and fondled by strangers!” “Well, that's just not at all true,” he grinned and kissed her again, focusing all his passion for her in this one last embrace. Don watched her exquisite ass as she crossed to the “Interviews” door, smiled encouragingly as she looked back before going through, and tried to ignore the ache in his chest. He had gotten very fond of Evelyn indeed. Eros, and his own schemes, kept separating him from loved ones—first Toshia, then Shelonda and Nicole, and now Sage… Evelyn. He was as down as he had been in Eros when Gladys let him know that he could go in and wasn't in much better of a mood as he sat down opposite Pamela and the other watchers. He kept his hand on his staff, just in case he was abruptly teleported away. Task Two: Lady Primrose's Earrings. “Welcome back, Don,” Pamela nodded. “I would say that you completed your first trial with flying colors. We expected you to sleep with Captain Sage, not convince her to come back here with you and undertake her own set of trials.” “I didn't really convince her,” Don frowned. Pamela shrugged, “That's not really important. You did, clearly, finish the task adequately. We assume you're ready for your second trial…?” Don nodded, “Yes. Bring it on.” “We want you to bring us Lady Primrose's emerald earrings.” “Uh, Lady Primrose? I've never heard of her,” Don worried. “How will I find her or her earrings?” “That might well be part of the trial, Don,” Pamela pointed out. “However, in this case, we'll help you with that.” “I appreciate that,” Don smiled. “Is there anything else I should know?” “There is quite a lot you should know.” Don arched his eyebrow at the hint of a sense of humor, then said, “Okay, I guess I'm ready.” “One more thing, though, Don: no more strays.” Then Don found himself standing in the middle of a street in what seemed like a small English town. It seemed to be early morning. The buildings had a decidedly quaint English countryside feel to them, and Don suddenly realized that he was fully clothed, wearing khaki slacks, shoes and socks, and a pastel polo shirt, with a light sweater tied by its sleeves around his shoulders. He was still holding his staff. Between the clothes and the mundanity of the town, Don thought this was the oddest place he'd yet seen in Eros. “Just a little town?” Toshia frowned. “That does seem strange.” “Oh, believe me, it gets weirder,” Don chuckled. The Town of Shagbottom There seemed to be some larger buildings down the road, so Don headed that way, in the hope of finding someone who could direct him to a “Lady Primrose.” As he went, he found himself enjoying the peace and quiet, and noticed that there were birds singing. All in all, it was a very pleasant locale. He was walking down the middle of the street—there didn't seem to be any sign of cars—and had just cleared the first intersection, when he finally saw signs of human life. The front door of the house on Don's right opened and out stepped a tall, thin fellow wearing a dark business suit and carrying a briefcase. This man turned around to receive a kiss goodbye from a woman wearing a brightly flowered dress, and then headed down a paved walkway through his neatly manicured front yard toward the street. Up and down the street, Don saw this basic ritual played out again and again over the next couple of minutes. Apparently, all the men in this town… no, there were a few women, also in business suits… left home at pretty much the same time in the morning, to go to work…? Half expecting everyone to head off in the same direction, Don paused in the street to watch as the townsfolk joined him. However, they seemed to have different destinations in mind. The man who had come out first turned right at the street, walked down three houses, crossed the street, looked both ways to make sure no one was paying attention to him, pushed open the front gate in front of him, and quickly made his way to the front door of that house, loosening his tie as he went. Every person seemed to have a similar course of action, going from their “home” to another house in the neighborhood, in a bizarre, chaotically choreographed pattern. After a minute or two, Don was again alone in the street. “Well, okay then,” he chuckled before continuing down the street. At what Don assumed was the center of town, he found establishments with names like “The Shag' Odeon,” “Mabel's Sundries,” “The Morning Whip” (with a sign adding, “Start Your Day with the Crack of Dawn!”), and “The Cum Inne.” Don considered where to begin but quickly decided that the apparent newspaper was so different from what he would normally expect in Eros that he had to start there. He pushed the door open, triggering a bell overhead, and a pale woman with dark red hair brushing her shoulders looked up from her desk behind a counter, smiled, and with a very English accent said, “Good morning. Welcome to Shagbottom!” Although Toshia would later fail miserably, Don managed to not laugh at this, but did have to pause and say, “Pardon me?” “Welcome to Shagbottom!” she repeatedly cheerfully. “Do you have some news to report?” “Ah, no, but… the name of this town is Shagbottom?” “That's right: Shagbottom of county Wrenchester.” “Okay,” Don was having an extremely hard time keeping a straight face. He looked back out the window that made up the front of the shop, saw the theater sign again, and just shook his head. Thinking of the other signs, he asked, “The inn's name… what's the abbreviation for?” “To shorten a longer word,” said a voice with another English accent from a woman who popped out from behind a shelf that was heavy with stacks of papers. She had lovely brown skin and black wavy hair that was cut short. She continued, “You know how you might want to save space, so instead of writing out all of ‘abbreviation,' you just use a-b-b-r period.” Don pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “Yes, thank you, but I meant 'what does the c-u-m period stand for in the hotel's name?'” “Oh,” the darker woman frowned. “You know, I'm not terribly sure. Ophelia?” The other woman looked up again, “Oh, hello Anna. I'm over here.” “Good morning,” Anna said as she moved closer to the front of the shop and the counter that separated the women from Don. “Do you know what the abbreviation in the inn's name stands for?” “Oh, excellent,” Ophelia smiled. “How many letters?” “Well, more than three, I should think,” Anna said. “That doesn't narrow things down much, does it?” frowned Ophelia. “Do you have any of the letters?” “Well, c-u-m, clearly,” Anna cast a sideways look at Don and shook her head. “'Cummerbund'?” “That seems a bit of a stretch,” Anna said. “Don't cummerbunds usually stretch a bit?” “Well, yes, I suppose, but that's not really to the point, is it?” “'Cumberbatch'?” “Don't be ridiculous, dear; that's not even a word.” “'Cumulative'?” “'The Cumulative Inne'?” “Why ever not?” Ophelia wanted to know. “It doesn't make sense.” “It certainly does,” Ophelia said a bit defensively. “'My score of twenty was the cumulative in our four games.'” Anna shook her head in exasperation. “That's not well said, though, is it?” Ophelia shrugged. “In any case,” Anna persisted. “We were talking about 'inn' with two ns, and sometimes a silent e.” “We were? Why didn't you say so?” “This gentleman here was asking about the name of the inn. What did you think we were talking about?” “Abbreviations, wasn't it?” “Well, yes,” Anna nodded with some exasperation, “but one abbreviation in particular.” “I see,” Ophelia said thoughtfully. “But then, if this is the abbreviation about which we're inquiring, it might be the abbreviation of someone's name, mightn't it?” “I suppose that's true, love. Good point,” Anna smiled. “But then why couldn't it be 'Cumberbatch'?” Anna's eyes threatened to roll all the way up into her skull as she exclaimed, “That's the most ridiculous name ever! Who would ever consent to call themselves such a ludicrous thing?!” “Well, who are we to judge?” Ophelia shrugged. “I don't suppose you would object to someone's being called Cumberbatch if she had a very nice pair of tits, or if he had a big pecker, now would you?” “What are you trying to say, exactly?” “One shouldn't judge someone on the basis of their name, but on the things that really make them who they are,” Ophelia smiled, clearly thinking she had won this round. “I'm not suggesting one should judge anyone on the basis of their name, Ophelia. I'm saying that we should judge their name on the basis of its being quite ridiculous. 'Cumberbatch' indeed!” Before things could get any more heated, Don, who was having a very hard time not laughing, interjected with, “Ladies, please! I really don't need to know about the inn.” The two women glowered at each other for a moment, and Anna took the opportunity to clearly mouth the word “ridiculous” at Ophelia, before she said, “Very well. Good morning, sir. How may we be of service?” The first thing that occurred to Don when Anna asked him that was that this was the first time someone had given him an innuendo-laden opening like that while completely dressed in a long time. Surely, he could probably say he could use a blowjob, and at least one of the two attractive women would be happy to oblige. This was Eros, after all. On the other hand, the fact that they were dressed, and he actually had a mission to accomplish, led him to the conclusion that he probably should get some information out of the two of them, if that was actually possible. He was about to ask about Lady Primrose, when Don realized he wanted to ask about something else first. “I was wondering, what exactly do you do here?” “We write and print the daily newspaper, of course,” Anna smiled. “Very good,” Don nodded, “and what goes in the newspaper?” “All the news!” Ophelia enthused. “We keep the good people of Shagbottom informed on all the goings on.” “Such as?” “What's playing at the 'Odeon, any new toys at Mabel's, notices of special events,” Ophelia started. “Coverage of said events,” Anna added as she leaned on the counter in front of Don. She had undone a few buttons of her blouse. Ophelia got up and began moving toward her partner, as she continued with, “The daily lottery results, the crossword, interviews with prominent citizens…” “And of handsome newcomers,” Anna smiled. “Oh, that's a good idea, Anna,” Ophelia nodded. Don smiled back at them, flattered by the attention and amused by the turn toward more typically Erosian matters. Then, though, he realized he had more questions. He started with, “What kind of special events?” “Socials, parties…” Anna said. “Garden parties!” Ophelia cut in. “Well, yes, those are included in parties, aren't they dear?” “Naturally, but aren't socials just another sort of party?” Ophelia asked. “I think it's the other way 'round,” Anna frowned. “Either way 'round, then, you started it.” Don decided to jump in before the conversation got too far afield again. “So, mostly parties, eh? Anything else?” “Most of the special events are parties, it's true,” Anna nodded. “They're very nice parties, though,” Ophelia said. She had followed Anna's lead and started unbuttoning her top. “Everyone has such a splendid time.” Don smiled at them, guessing that the parties in Shagbottom probably turned into orgies at some point. He decided to ask, “And you said something about a lottery…?” “Oh yes, that's very important, of course,” Anna nodded, as she shrugged her blouse off her lovely brown shoulders, exposing her full breasts. “What do lottery winners win?” Don asked, taking a step toward the counter and the women as he untied the arms of the sweater around his neck. “What do they win?” Ophelia was a bit confused. She had tossed her top aside and was now shimmying out of her pencil skirt. “Oh, it's not that kind of lottery exactly,” Anna said as she stood up from removing her own skirt. She pushed a sheet of paper across the counter to Don and said, “Here.” On the page were two columns of addresses. Don looked at them as he took off his shirt but couldn't see any pattern or meaning. Anna hopped up on the counter, and pointed to the left column, saying, “This is each couple's address…” “Well, if they picked up their ticket for the day,” Ophelia pointed out. She had moved over to a gate in the counter Don hadn't paid any attention to and was coming over to Don's side of the room. “Yes, certainly, it wouldn't do at all to make people play who didn't want to,” Anna smiled as she spun around on the counter, her long, stockinged legs and stiletto-heeled shoes flying over Don's head. Don smiled at briefly at the sight of Anna's bare, pink pussy, and then realized, “Oh, the other column is the addresses of where people go for the day when they leave in the morning.” “Exactly,” Anna smiled as she spread her legs and scooted up to the edge of the counter. She crooked a finger at Don and asked, “Care to join us for our early morning break…? Oh, how rude of us! What was your name?”Gretchen's Hospitality at Lady Primrose's Estate. Toshia couldn't help but laugh all through the story of Don's encounter with Anna and Ophelia. By the time he was wrapping that up, the two of them had stopped and sat down on a bench in a secluded part of the park. If it had been a bit more secluded, Toshia thought she'd probably break her rule and give Don a blowjob right here. All the sex shenanigans she was picturing had gotten her rather worked up, and she really just wanted to suck on his cock. Of course, that wasn't all she wanted to do… It wasn't that secluded, though, so she managed to behave. However, she did enjoy snuggling up against him, his arm around her shoulders, as he continued his story.“So, yeah,” he said, “after the early morning break, and with a lot of patience, I was able to learn that Shagbottom was basically a rather stable community of people who paired up, somehow, and then enjoyed a rather thorough swinging lifestyle. Each day, but just during the day, they swapped partners, if they participated in the lottery the day before. They rejoined their ‘spouses' at night. Every few days there were social events, or parties, that were pretty much excuses for more partner swapping and/or orgies.” “It sounds like your kind of place,” Toshia smiled. “And not yours?” “Well, yeah, that was implied.” It was afternoon, the three of them had given up on clothing, Don was reclining in a chair with Anna curled up in his lap, and Ophelia was sprawled across her desk with a happy post orgasmic smile on her face, when Don finally got around to, “So, I need to find a Lady Primrose…” “Oh, yes, she's lovely!” Anna purred enthusiastically and bit sleepily. “Her garden parties are the best!” Ophelia added. “She makes sure to invite everyone in town.” “You'll like her,” Anna nodded. “She's the sweetest, poshest lady.” “Folks say the garden parties aren't even the sexiest ones she has,” Ophelia rolled onto her side to look at Don with a conspiratorial glimmer in her eye. “She has masked balls with lords and ladies from all over. It's all very classy and mysterious!” “Oh, hush, Ophelia,” laughed Anna. “That's just gossip. Lady Primrose doesn't put on airs. She's just a nice, friendly, normal person.” It was time for Don to reinsert himself in the conversation. “Well, can you tell me where to find her?” “Of course,” Anna chuckled. “She'll be up at Heolfor House, if she's not traveling.” “And you can direct me to this ‘Heolfor House'?” Anna kissed the side of Don's neck and said, “Certainly, but don't you want to stay for Hazel and Bob's get-together tonight?” Of course, it was nearly impossible for Don to resist such an enticing invitation. It turned out that Hazel had a hankering for bukkake that night and Don was happy to help the local men scratch that itch. By the time he set off down the road for Heolfor House he had decided that the odd little town of Shagbottom was quite the friendly place. The Morning Whip's headline that morning read “Stranger Comes to Town, & All Over Hazel's Tits.” Heolfor House The walk from Shagbottom to the side road that bore a sign reading “Heolfor House” was long enough to discourage idle wandering in but short enough to be a pleasant walk through the countryside. Don thought he must look quite mundane with his clothes and walking staff, and he had to admit this was perhaps the most “normal” day he had spent in Eros so far. He paused at the signpost and wondered where the road would take him if he just kept walking. With a shrug, Don decided that would have to wait for a return trip to the county of Wrenchester and started up the much narrower path toward Heolfor House. Flowering trees grew close to the path, spreading their branches overhead, making for a lovely, shady walk. On the left, through the trees, Don could make out what looked like a cemetery, with a carefully manicured lawn and ornate headstones, as well as what seemed to be moss-covered tombs. The many flowering shrubs and the sunshine gave it a very welcoming appearance, offsetting the fact that this was the first indication of anything like mortality in Eros. Don doubted that anyone was really buried there, but surely someone must have graveyard fantasies to live out. He filed this away to ask about when he got the chance. At the end of the path, Don came to a big arch of heavy rocks that seemed quite ancient, as if the archway predated the path and even the surrounding forest by millennia. Certainly, it seemed much, much older than what Don found on the other side, and what Don found looked pretty old. A broad gravel path spread out in front of him leading directly up to the front of an enormous manor house. There seemed to be three main floors, with smaller floors above and twin towers rising on either end of the facade. All along the edge of steepled roof were spiky ornamentations. Heavy curtains hung in the many windows, and the stonework emphasized both the run of the floors and the way the mansion rose up over the viewer. In retrospect, the Manor had had a southern French, or Mediterranean, feel, while this was decidedly English. The fact that there was a fountain between him and the entrance to the building as well as exquisitely groomed green hedges spreading out around this courtyard somehow only slowly came into Don' attention. There was just something about Heolfor House that drew his attention. Even though the day was sunny and warm, and he knew he was still in Eros, there was somehow something off about this building. It just didn't seem to fit, though Don had to admit that it actually seemed a perfect fit for the whole English countryside fantasy. Anyone who had any Upstairs, Downstairs or Downton Abbey kinks would love this place! Skirting the fountain, Don crossed to the big double doors and pressed the button on one side. When there was no response, he pressed again. He was about to press a third time when the door on the right opened enough for a tall, bald man in a dark suit to look out at Don with clear disapproval. “Hello,” Don smiled. “I'm, uh, hoping to speak with Lady Primrose.” “Are you expected, sir?” the man said. His tone clearly indicated that he knew full well what the answer would be. “No, I'm afraid not.” The man, who Don was assuming must be a butler, gave him a look that conveyed the fact that Don's existence in that moment and place was quite possibly the most inconvenient thing in the universe. He said none of this, though, but only said, “Her ladyship is not receiving callers at the moment.” “Would it be possible for me to wait?” Don smiled again. “Of course, it would, sir,” the butler frowned, clearly annoyed that he was being asked such a trivial question. There was a long pause, before Don decided he would have to prod further. “May I wait, perhaps inside?” The butler's expression never changed but his eyes managed to tell Don that he was personally contributing a great deal to the overall misery in the world. Still, he intoned, “Certainly, sir, please do come in.” The entry hall was, of course, massive, with an extremely high vaulted ceiling from which a dazzling chandelier hung. Dark wood paneling covered every surface, and broad curving stairways flowed up to the second floor. Paintings and tapestries hung on the walls. After getting his name, the butler led Don to the left, pushed open a tall, slender door, and said, “If you would be so kind as to wait here, sir.” Don stepped into a narrow high-ceilinged sitting room with thick, dark carpeting and a large fireplace taking up most of the right-hand wall. The sunlight from one window cut the room in half; what wasn't glowing brightly was almost black in contrast. Tiny motes of dust floated lazily in the yellow light. As the butler shut the door behind him, Don stepped toward the window, hoping to get a look out at the gardens he thought must be outside. But as he drew near, a voice addressed him in a cultured British accent, “Here for the party?” Don turned and peered into the shadowy corner to the right, opposite the door by which he'd entered. He took a couple of steps, out of the sunlight, and said, “Party?” “Just calling to pay your respects, then?” said the dark-haired man in the corner. He was slouched in an armchair. There was a woman kneeling between his legs with her head in his lap. He was wearing black slacks and a dark shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing an athletic chest and abs. She was wearing a pastel blue, backless dress, and had light blonde hair. She was quite intent on the blowjob she was giving. “I suppose that's right,” Don nodded in answer to the man's question. “There's a party, though?” “That's right, tonight,” the man held up his finger as he closed his eyes and smiled. After a long moment of silence, he said, “Everyone who's anyone will be there. Get up, Cessily' and say hello to our new American friend.” The blonde stood up easily, took a step back and turned to smile at Don. She wiped a bit of cum away from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and said, “Hello there.” The dark-haired gentleman stood up, tucking his cock back in his trousers, and crossed to Don and extended his hand. As Don shook his hand, the other man said, “Lucien, and this is my sister Cessily.” Don suddenly had a number of questions but couldn't decide which to ask first and what was clearly rude, so he just said, “Don. I'm very pleased to meet you.” Cessily glided up next to her brother and smiled at Don with the kind of open sexual interest he'd grown so used to in Eros. She batted her brown eyes at him and said, “It's so good to have some fresh blood for one of these parties.” “Oh, well, I'm honored, I think,” Don smiled. Cessily was certainly charming. “I'm really just here to have a chat with Lady Primrose.” “Ah, well, it is her party,” Lucien smiled, with much the same undercurrent as his sister's smile. “There's no reason you can't have your cake and eat it too, is there?” Don frowned a little as he tried to sort out Lucien's question, but then the butler cleared his throat on the other side of the room. Don peered through the light, couldn't see clearly enough, took a few steps in that direction. The butler didn't wait for him, but said, “Sir, her ladyship is indisposed, but asks you to accept her invitation to tonight's party.” “That would be great,” Don smiled. “I'm afraid I don't have the proper attire, though.” The butler paused, as if to make it clear that Don was continuing to make his life an unendurable hell, and said, “We will endeavor to correct that situation, sir.” “Oh, well, that's great,” Don nodded. He turned back to say something to Lucien and Cessily, but they had already left, presumably through the door Don now noticed between the armchair in the corner and the fireplace. With a quick shrug, Don followed the butler back out to the entry foyer. Picking up a bell from a little table in the corner, the butler rang twice and then waited until a young woman in a black and white French maid outfit hurried in through a door at the foot of the far staircase. She was short, but had very nice long legs, and had dark brown hair that was pulled back into a bun and seemed to be quite long. She wore a black choker around her lovely, thin neck. She was trying to straighten her uniform as she hurried over to the butler and Don. “Gretchen, please show this gentleman to an available room and help him prepare for the party,” the butler said in a way that seemed to imply that Don would need a great deal of help indeed. “Yes, sir, of course sir,” Gretchen said with an adorable English accent as she bobbed her head and managed to smile at Don, batting lovely blue eyes up at him all the while. She began to turn toward the stairs, and said, “Please come this way, sir.” Quite happily, Don followed the young woman up the stairs, using the time to admire her gorgeous legs with the stockings that ran up to the middle of her firm thighs and the way her bare bottom and the lower lips of her pussy could be seen peeking out from under her short skirt. Gretchen led Don up several flights of stairs and then down a shadowed hall with a big window at the end, turning at last to a door, which opened to a large bedroom. “You may use this room during your stay, sir,” Gretchen smiled. “There are clothes here in the closet.” She opened the door to an enormous walk-in closet and led the way in. There were indeed quite a few suits available and, given his experience in Eros, Don had little doubt that he would find something that fit him nicely. Then Gretchen was bending at the waist in front of him, saying, “And down here are shoes.” Don couldn't resist reaching out and running his hand over her perfect, pale behind. When she did nothing to pull away, he gave her bum a squeeze and then lightly ran his finger over her labia. He could feel that they were already dewy, and there was a bit of pearly cum leaking out of her. Don remembered her straightening her uniform and realized what she must have been up to before the butler had summoned her. Don parted her lips and smeared some of the cum he found there down over her clit. “Uh, that feels very nice, sir,” Gretchen purred. “If you don't mind my saying so, sir.” “Oh, I don't mind at all,” Don chuckled. Since she didn't move away or stand up, Don pushed his thumb into her cummy pussy and started using his fingers to play with her clit in earnest, caressing and squeezing her young ass with his left hand. Gretchen pushed back toward him and murmured, “Oh, sir!” Somewhat clumsily from recent lack of experience, Don undid his pants with his left hand to free his now rather hard prick from its confines. He hadn't had any sex all morning and early afternoon, which in Eros seemed a rather long time, and the way this very fetching young woman was bent over in front of him and responding to his manual stimulation was easily enough to inspire a nearly painful erection. Without waiting for any further invitation, Don pushed his cock down and replaced his thumb in her pussy with the head of his penis. As he pushed into Gretchen from behind, she moaned happily and pushed back against him. With the heat of her tight, wet vagina wrapped around him, Don fought off the physical impulse to come immediately, but only barely. Soon, Gretchen was supporting herself with her left hand on the low cupboard that housed the shoes she'd been showing Don while the fingers of her right were strumming furiously across her clit, and Don was plowing into her violently, holding her slender waist in his hands and pulling her petite body back onto his straining cock. Don suspected her earlier play had been interrupted before she was able to climax because it didn't take long at all before she was shuddering and gasping as she came on him. Then she was on her knees in front of him, one hand on the base of his thick shaft pumping him, as she sucked enthusiastically on his head. Her pretty little face was intensely sexy as she looked up at him with her lovely blue eyes. “Oh, God!” Don groaned as he felt himself swelling in her hand and mouth. Gretchen pulled back off him, but began to stroke him even harder, and said, “Yes, sir, please come for me.” Instinctively, Don pushed forward as his whole body clenched around the base of his cock. Gretchen smiled up at him and kept stroking his shaft until she was rewarded by an explosive gout of cum shooting out and across her sweet face. Don trembled and groaned as another burst of cum splashed onto her and then another. Still looking up at him with her blue eyes, Gretchen sucked his cock back into her mouth and proceeded to swallow the rest of his orgasm. When she finally released him, she said, “Thank you very much, sir.” “Wow!” Don breathed. “And thank you, Gretchen.” He thought to ask her to call him 'Don,' but he decided he quite liked the way she said 'sir.' “It's my pleasure, sir,” she laughed as she stood up. She paused a moment to lick some cum off her lips and to wipe some off her nose. She promptly sucked her finger clean, and then said, “Perhaps you would like me to draw you a bath, sir.” Naturally, for Eros, the room came equipped with a large, luxurious bathroom, and Gretchen joined Don for a long, extremely enjoyable bath. She stripped out of her uniform but kept on her little hat and the choker Don found so sexy. As they engaged in a rather wet session of foreplay masquerading as bathing, Don was able to ask a few questions. He started with, “How long do we have?” Gretchen smiled sweetly as she pulled on his hardness beneath the water, “As much time as you need, sir.” “Oh, well, need and want are two very different things,” Don chuckled as he leaned in to kiss her firm breast and flick his tongue over her hard nipple. “But I mean until you have to go back to work.” She sighed and pulled Don's head down to her breast again, while squeezing his cock a bit tighter. She said, “I am supposed to attend to any of the guests' needs, sir, so…” “But won't you be needed for … other things?” “There are other staff, sir, and if I'm missed I'll only get a spanking, which I don't mind much,” she winked. He smiled up at her as he slipped two fingers up inside her and asked, “Well, then, how long until the party starts?” “Oh,” she bit her lower lip as she rocked on his hand a bit, “the parties never start until after dark. So, a couple of hours, I should say, sir.” “Never?” Don asked as he released her nipple from his mouth. “Even the garden parties I've heard so much about?” “Oh, yes, those are so lovely, but they always begin after sunset. Lady Primrose does so love the nighttime, and the gardens are so beautiful all lit up with candles.” “I'd love to see them,” Don smiled as he stood up in the tub. Gretchen smiled at the hard cock that was now standing out before her. She ran her hand lightly over it and leaned in to give it a kiss, but Don took her hand and drew her up to kiss her sweet mouth and then to lead her out of the tub. After they had dried off some, they made their way back out to the bedroom where they found quite a few ways to spend the next hour and a half. Don's favorite moment came after Gretchen had let down her very long hair to cascade down over her shoulders like a cape as she rode slowly on him, leaning forward with her hands on his shoulders to look into his eyes. He ran his hands up over her slender naked body, caressing her tits and then slipping around her neck, fingers brushing over the choker she still wore. “Tighter, please, sir,” she sighed. As Don gently squeezed her throat, restricting her breath and circulation, Gretchen smiled, nodded, and whispered, “Yes, tighter!” A bit concerned, Don obliged. Gretchen's face darkened a bit, and then she was trembling with a long, silently intense orgasm. When he relaxed his grasp, she smiled down at him with an utterly unfeigned gratitude and affection. After a much briefer bit of cleaning up, and making sure that Don actually found a suit to wear to the party, Gretchen got back into her uniform, this time with her dark hair in a long, thick ponytail, gave him a quick, surprisingly chaste kiss, and left him to his own devices. Don checked himself out in the mirror and thought he was party ready. He was wearing black slacks, jacket, and shoes, and a dark red shirt, which was open at the neck. He had been a bit surprised that there were no ties to be found in the closet, but Gretchen had assured him that this was deliberate. “The lady doesn't like neckties,” she had said as if she were saying nothing more interesting than “she doesn't like Brussel sprouts.” Toshia fixed Don with a skeptical eye and a cocked brow. Don laughed and said, “Yeah, yeah, I was thinking the same thing.” Stepping out into the hallway, staff in hand, Don noted that there were two other guests making their way to the stairs. Don caught up to the black gentleman just before either made it to the top of the stairs, and the tall east Asian woman coming from the other end of the hallway met them there. “Hello, I'm Don,” he smiled, extending his hand first to the man on his left. “Good evening, I'm Jerome,” the fellow smiled in return. Don guessed that Jerome was at least ten years older than himself, though he knew time and aging in Eros were tricky affairs. Jerome had very dark skin, wore his hair and beard, which were sprinkled with some grey, buzzed short. He was also wearing a dark suit, but with a white shirt, and seemed to have an athletic build. “Bian,” the beautiful young woman smiled as she shook each of the men's hands. She had lovely green eyes and curly dark brown hair brushing her shoulders. She was quite tall and wore a deep green floor length dress that left her long neck and sculpted shoulders bare. “Is this your first time to one of Lady Primrose's parties?” Don asked as they started down the stairs. “Yes,” Jerome nodded. “I was quite surprised to be invited.” Don frowned to himself a bit and asked, “And how were you invited, exactly?” “A lady friend suggested I would enjoy it, and the next thing I knew I was here,” Jerome explained, apparently without realizing there was anything odd about his story. “I see,” Don nodded. “Do you mind if I ask where you were talking to your lady friend?” “Oh, well, we were both visiting a lovely resort.” Don smiled and said, “I see. And what about you Bian? Is this your first time, too?” “Yes,” she said with a slight nod and smile. Don thought she didn't have a British accent, but also concluded that she was disinclined to engage in a long conversation. As they descended to the ground floor, Don noticed in passing, as they passed a few windows, that the sun was setting and it would soon be dusk. He felt a bit awkward carrying his staff along, but he was also quite glad to have it along. Candles were now illuminating the stairs and hallways, casting wan light and creating deep shadows. Don had seen no one lighting the candles, but by now he was used to these things happening on their own. On the ground floor, gathered in the entry hall, were about 20 other guests, waiting for the party to begin. Jerome and Bian slipped into the crowd, as Don looked around a bit. He was a bit surprised when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning he saw a couple he had met just the night before. “Cheers, Don,” grinned Rodney, a big, cheerful redheaded guy who had helped with Hazel's bukkake. Right next to him was Marilyn, the slender, middle-aged, brown-haired woman who had been introduced as Rodney's partner last night. She and Don had not done anything together at the party, but for a moment Don thought it would be very nice to correct that oversight. Don smiled back at them, “Good evening! I didn't know you'd be here tonight.” “Neither did we,” Rodney laughed. “We won the weekly raffle.” “Ah, I didn't know there was a weekly raffle, either.” “Ay, every week!” the big guy laughed again. “Is this your first time?” “Sure is,” Rodney nodded. “Posh house, in'it?” “It certainly is,” agreed Don, “and the staff is quite accommodating.” “Oh! 'Sounds like you've had a good afternoon,” Rodney chuckled. “I did,” Don smiled, finding it impossible not to get caught up in Rodney's enthusiasm. “Oh, but please excuse me for a moment.” Don had just caught sight of the butler and had come to an abrupt decision. Taking a few steps to intercept the taciturn man, Don said, “Excuse me, my good fellow.” The butler turned on him with an expression that clearly indicated he was not amused by Don's attempt to assimilate to the culture. With what seemed a herculean effort, he said, “Yes, sir, how may I be of assistance?” “I was wondering if it would be a problem for me to leave my staff here over there in the corner by the door.” “Why should that be a problem, sir?” “I don't know, but I don't want to put anyone out.” “I'm sure no one will be 'put out,' sir.” “And no one will move it?” “Ah, well, I cannot speak for everyone, sir, but I can assure you that myself and the rest of the staff will leave your walking stick unmolested.” “Thank you,” Don smiled, partly because he got the impression his cheerfulness was a personal affront to the butler. By the time Don had propped his staff in the aforementioned corner and turned back to the gathering of guests, the large double doors into the ballroom had been opened and everyone was gradually moving inside. Don found himself bringing up the rear. To be continued. By BradentonLarry for Literotica

Have a comment? I'd love to hear from you! S.4 Ep.3 - Coach Masterclass: Greg Mikolap from ICON This is the second of a series of interviews of local (to me) established coaches, PTs and gym owners. Todays guest is Greg Mikolop owner of ICON in Maidenhead, Berkshire. I've known him for several years, we worked together for a few years as freelance PT's many years ago.Today, we dive into his training philosophy, successes, failures, some thoughts on nutrition and supplementation, and generally insights and learnings...You can see more about Greg here:ICON Gymhttps://icongym.co.uk/LinkedIin:https://www.linkedin.com/in/goodlookingbody/?originalSubdomain=ukInstagram:https://www.instagram.com/iconmaidenhead?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igsh=ZDNlZDc0MzIxNw==I hope you find this useful and enjoyed the podcast. Watch for the next episode soon, please subscribe when you can and please leave us a rating or review. Click the link highlighted to find out more about Lee here.Please also join the Mature Muscle Podcast Facebook Group for the latest info.

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Are you ready to plan for the future without feeling anxious and stressed out? For many of us, we don't know how to anchor ourselves in positive feelings of self-worth or optimism for the future because we have been trained to be negative, suspicious, and paranoid. If you are aiming to optimize not just your business, but your life, you need to embrace forward-positive thinking. To assist us with this task, I ventured all the way to the UK to find someone who could help us. Graham Norris is an organizational psychologist, futurist, and speaker who operates the consultancy Foresight Psychology. He is based in Maidenhead, just outside London, in the UK. If you are interested in learning how you can become a better planner in business and in life, you will love this episode. If you liked this podcast, please: -subscribe -share it with others -write a review  **Let's stay connected.** Click ⁠⁠Deniseglee.com⁠⁠ to

The observability (o11y) data revolution is well underway, but are we getting the most from the data that is being collected?Richard Benwell thinks we have room for improvement, especially at the usage stage where we query and visualize the o11y data.He is the founder and CEO of SquaredUp, a dashboard software company based out of Maidenhead, UK with over 10 years of experience in the monitoring space. Richard highlighted the importance of converging human intuition with technical o11y implementations and moving from a narrow focus on collecting data to leveraging it for actionable insights. You can connect with Richard via LinkedIn This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit srepath.substack.com

An easter interlude as Good Friday, as the three divisions in the National League are reviewed and Easter Monday is previewed with Dickie, Rob and Joe. The Great Escape is on for York, troubling times at Oldham and Borehamwood. + Keith Higgins from NLTV at Maidenhead and Torquay interim manager Aaron Downes Subscribe via all good podcasting platforms Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Iain Dale interviews author and comedy scriptwriter John O'Farrell about whether family should matter more than politics, standing against Theresa May in Maidenhead, his comedy writing (including the Mrs Doubtfire Musical!) and much else besides, including his new satirical novel about our divided times, FAMILY POLITICS.

Your fave co-hosts analyze another potential leak and answer listener questions, focusing on our leading lady's blooming garden!!

In a bumper Podcast, Rob is joined by Dickie Worton as they hear from England C assistant, Mick Payne, after the squad announcement and forthcoming game in Wales. Maidenhead's Lewis Kinsella is their guest to review the action in the National League and we also hear from Nathan Radcliffe the media man at Oldham. Plus a round up of all the games in the three divisions and FA Trophy Quarter Final action. Subscibe via all good podcasting platforms Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In the film One Life, Anthony Hopkins plays Nicholas Winton, who rescued over 600 Jewish children from Nazi-occupied Prague by sending them on what became known as the Kindertransport. For this podcast, Rosie Dawson welcomes two people who knew Nicholas Winton personally: Rabbi Jonathan Romain from Maidenhead synagogue in Berkshire, and Lord Alf Dubs, who was himself a Kindertransport child and campaigns for the rights of unaccompanied child refugees. Together with Sue Butler from Welcome Churches, a network committed to welcoming refugees and asylum seekers, they discuss what lessons the story of Nicholas Winton holds for us today.