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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 8 Like Dying and Going To Heaven.. Based on a post by CorruptingPower, in 25 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. As Sarah was turning around, catching Emily's tiny British form in her arms, lifting her up, spinning her around. "Omigod, Emily!" she said, suddenly hugging her tightly. "I'm totally dead, aren't I? Life is never this fucking good to me. It always goes to shit somehow. Are you really real, bitch?" Emily giggled, infectious and warm, her voice posh within an inch of its life. "I am absolutely here for all of it, Sares!" She gasped, and then begin to giggle even more. "No way!" There was something about a posh English accent and the way it sounded saying a long O sound that sent delicious chills up Andy's spine. She'd just turned thirty less than a few months ago, but still had a very vibrant youthful exuberance to her. He knew there were angry, jealous men all across the world hating him right now who had grown up watching Emily Stevens grow up on film. She had begun starring in movies just barely in her teens where she'd played the book smart love interest of the protagonist of a series of sci fi bounty hunting school movies called "The Dagger Academy." After those, she'd gone on to try a number of various arthouse roles, trying to shake being forever associated with the role of Dahlia Hairtrigger, but she hadn't had the best of luck. "Are you serious, Sares?" she said, while the large redhead continued to bearhug her. "We're together forever? And we're really going to get paired up with your Mister Big?" "Mister Big?" Andy said, his eyebrows raising high. "Oh, hasn't she told you yet?" Emily giggled, that laugh forcing him to smile, no matter how much he felt off guard. "You're at the top of her List." "List?" Sarah put Emily down and turned to look at him, her face having gone nearly as red as her hair. "Gosh, fuck me, how do I even say this?" she said, looking down at her feet suddenly, as if trying to look at him while talking was making it even more complicated. "Em, can you tell him? I'm fucking scared now, that it's gonna freak him out or some shit." Emily's deep blue eyes twinkled. She was wearing a big blue DKNY t shirt over a pair of capri pants, a bright diamond bracelet on one wrist, a silver teardrop pendant hanging down from her neck. Her skin was pale like alabaster, her blonde hair hanging just past her shoulders in wavy blonde curls, her lips bright red with freshly put on lipstick. "I'll tell him, but we're fine, Sares, we're fine we're fine we're fine we're fine. Trust me on this! Em knows best." Emily squeezed Sarah's hand in her own, walking back over to Andy, almost leading Sarah along behind her, like she was a naughty child with her hand caught in the cookie jar. "Most people have a hall pass list, you know," she said, her voice again doing that thing with the O sound that sent goosebumps along his skin. "It's supposed to be a list of people you can fuck at any time, and your partner just gives it a wave." She had a coy smile on her face, as she brought Sarah back within reach of Andy. "Well, you are the top person on Sarah's list, Andy Rook, or should I say, Mr. Blake Conrad?" "You're, you're a fan of my writing?" Andy said, almost unable to bring himself to force the words from his mouth. "My writing? The Druid Gunslinger books?" "Tell him about OmegaCon, Sares," Emily said, nudging the much taller girl in the ribs. Emily was nearly a foot shorter than Sarah, and while both were fit, Emily was slender like a ballerina, while Sarah almost seemed more like an Amazon warrior. There were rumors that Sarah had been in consideration for the Wonder Woman role, but that her tendency to swear and be adorkably awkward at press junkets had kept her out of the role. "If you won't tell him, I will," she teased. "Oh fuckbeans, you totally would, wouldn't you, bitch?" Sarah hissed, closing her eyes, wringing her hands together. "So I was totally at your fucking panel at OmegaCon last year, in September." "I highly doubt that," Andy said. "I can't imagine an actress like you wouldn't have turned every head in the room the minute she walked in. I would've definitely remembered." "I was,” she mumbled before Emily prodded her again, a wide impish grin on Emily's adorable English face. "I was in costume, okay? Emily and I wanted to be able to just walk around the convention like normal people, so we were cosplaying so nobody would recognize us. I was in a Chewbacca costume, and I got up in the Q&A line and asked you if you ever imagined actors when you were writing your fiction." "No!" Andy said, gasping suddenly. "See, I told you he'd fucking hate me, Emily?" Sarah said, looking like she was about to cry. "And you said you totally imagined actors for every fucking character you'd ever written, like casting them and everything or whatever. And then you said,” "I said I'd always sort of seen Christian Kane playing the Gunslinger himself." She nodded. "Do you remember what else you said?" Andy tilted his head, struggling to remember whatever else he might have said, but he'd done half a dozen conventions last year, and many of the Q&A sessions blended together. "I don't. Oh god, I'm so sorry, what did I say?" "You said that you'd imagined Olivia Munn playing Doctor Erika Shirow and, and Sarah Washington, I mean, me, playing Layla Heartseye, the Elven barbarian queen," Sarah said. "We spent three days at the convention in costume, but had to leave early right after your panel finished," Emily said, "because she took me back to our hotel room after that and masturbated for nearly an entire hour, thinking about you saying that. She still has the video of you answering her question on her phone. I was recording your answer for her. I was dressed as Greedo, by the by." Emily pulled Sarah in even closer. "She's been trying to get her agent and your agent to set up a meeting for a year now, so she could talk to you about the book rights, and if she could play Layla Heartseye, but I've always thought she was really just doing it so she could get into your pants." "One of us definitely needs to fire our agent then," he muttered. "No way in hell I'd have turned down that meeting." "Wait, are you two, together?" Aisling said, pointing at the two actresses. "We are," Emily said, beaming proudly, "but we both enjoy more than a bit of cock as well, so we're known to dally outside of each other." "I thought you were with that director," Andy said to Sarah. "Dennis Jacobson." "That was totally over fucking years ago," Sarah said, still unable to lift her head up, her eyes fixated on Andy's feet. "And I thought you were with that soccer player," Andy said to Emily. "Georgie Stewart." Emily waved her hand in the air at him, her smile unwavering in its million watt intensity. "That was done with long ago. I did go on a couple of dates with Jeff DeHavelin last year, but it turns out, he is utterly prudish, and that I simply cannot abide by. He doesn't even go down on partners! How do people like that even live today? But now we're going to be with you for the rest of our lives, so that doesn't matter!" She clapped her hands together excitedly, as the limo driver set the last of Emily's four suitcases on the porch. "I, for one, couldn't be more excited! How about you, Mr. Rook? Or may I call you Andy?" Aisling was struggling not to erupt into a fit of giggles, but it was getting harder and harder for her to contain it all in, as she was mostly just shaking, threatening to burst out before she finally forced the words out of his mouth. "Tell her, Andy!" The words were a struggle, the laughter seeping into all of them. "You've gotta fucking tell her." Andy sighed, realizing there wasn't anything that could embarrass him at this point. "Sarah," he said, smoothing his fingertip along her chin, forcing her to tilt her head up and look at him. "You're number one on my list." "No fucking way. You're fucking making fun of me, aren't you?" Sarah, her blue eyes welled up with tears, as if she'd thought Andy was actually going to send her away. He leaned in and kissed her, trying to put as much emotion into it as she had when she'd kissed him earlier. "Number. One. With a bullet. Sarah. Washington." "He's not kidding," Erin groaned. "Ever since he saw you twelve years ago in that movie where you were a quirky airline co pilot. I'm his ex girlfriend. Believe me, I know. He watched that movie like a dozen times in the theater." "You saw 'Airway Mishaps'?" she whispered, wrapping her arms around him again, but still extremely shy. "That's super fucked up. Nobody fucking saw that movie." "You got nominated for an Oscar for it, Sares," Emily said, smoothing one of her hands along Sarah's back.. "That means tens, maybe even hundreds of people saw it." Niko giggled a little at Emily's teasing. "And I'm sure he's too old to be a fan of the Dagger Academy movies, so I'll just have to make him fall for me the old fashioned way." Niko cleared her throat, devilish amusement on her face, and Andy glared over his shoulder at her. Oh, how he wanted to bend her over his knee right now and paddle her ass red. "Omigod, I'm on your list too?" Emily said, giggling all over, blushing herself this time. "I had no idea! I assumed you were far too old to grow up with the Dagger Academy films." "He fell for you in 'The Last Graverobber,' where you played that heiress," Aisling said. "Although he did eventually watch the Dagger Academy movies after that. He'd never seen them before last Christmas, although we rewatched them together a few months ago. He said it was still a little strange seeing you so young in the first one. So while he didn't grow up on them, he's familiar with your work. You're number three on his list." "Who's number two?" Emily said, putting her hands on her hips in mock annoyance. "Alice Karteaux," Andy said. "I mean, after 'Winding Bullets,' anyone who isn't aroused by her isn't anyone I want to know." "Oh, that's totally fine," Sarah said, her hands starting to slide along Andy's back. "She's on Emily's list as well, so the slut can't say shit about you wanting to bang her." "Well, you're not on my list, Andy," Emily said, "but that doesn't mean I'm not going to fuck your brains out, all the while having my best girl by my side. So let's get to it." "What, now?" Andy said. "I'm not sure she's going to let go of you until you do, babe," Emily said, taking one of his hands in hers. "She's read every book you've written a dozen bloody times. She even found that silly porn story you wrote on the internet under a pen name earlier this year." "You read that? You found that?" Sarah nodded, finally getting her tears under control. "I recognized the sentence structure." "My, sentence structure?" "It's a very distinct sentence structure," she giggled. "Plus, like, there's a fuckton of swearing, and you have that in all your writing." "Not that much," he laughed. "Oh shut the fuck up already," Sarah said, smiling against his neck. "Take the win." "Okay, look, why don't you two go upstairs and get settled in the master bedroom, and I'll be up in just a little bit, and we can see about getting you two imprinted, since you both seem to want that," Andy said. "I apparently need to talk to Mr. Watkins briefly, so head up and I'll be along in just a few." "Okay," Emily said, trying to pull Sarah from her grasp on Andy. "C'mon, Sares, let's go upstairs." "Can I kiss him one more time before we go?" "It's going to be just a few minutes, babes." "Please?" Emily rolled her eyes, smiling. "Fine. One more kiss." Sarah locked lips with him once more, and Andy could feel her nipples hard as rocks pressed against his collarbone through the blouse. Eventually she pulled back and away from him, although her arms were the last thing to release him. "Don't keep us waiting long, okay?" she said to him. "You owe us at least two good fuckings. One good fucking for me, and one good fucking for her. Because we are not getting out of that bed until we get fuh uh uh uh ucked. Got it?" Emily started pushing her into the house, rolling her light blue eyes. "He's got it, Sares, now let's gooooooo." She was about to head into the house, then turned back, darted over to Andy, threw her arm around his neck and kissed him fiercely, grinding her hips against him before she pulled back, giving him a saucy little wink, slapping his ass on the way back. "I couldn't bear the thought that you might've thought that I didn't want this just as much as she does. Don't dilly dally or we'll start without you." She gave him a playful little wave and then skipped into the house. Andy turned to glance over at Aisling and Niko, who were gossiping between themselves. "They're gonna be so much fun, aren't they?" Ash said to Niko. "I didn't talk that much to Sarah, but I've spent quite a bit of time chatting with Emily, and she is a hoot," Niko said. "I kinda love her." "Oh, I'm sure you'll get your chance." Andy turned to see Watkins standing at the bottom of the stairs, so he walked down to meet him, even as he saw Watkins' limo driver loading Erin's bag into the limo. Erin had apparently gotten into the limo at some point while he'd been talking with Emily and Sarah. "Careful with that one," Andy said, his voice quiet enough that the conversation was just between the two of them. "I'm not saying she's a gold digger but,” "But she ain't messin' with no broke," Watkins said, laughing a little bit. "I hear you. I think she'll be alright, though. She'll have her own little staff to boss around. Maybe having her own private fiefdom will tamp down her more destructive urges." "For your sake I hope so." "So, we have one more matter to discuss I'm afraid, Andrew." Watkins sighed, shaking his head a little. "I'm afraid I can't bring you Deborah Barnes, and for that I'm truly sorry. My son, it seems, imprinted her while I was at the poker game. I can't tell you how furious I am with him." "Hey, it's okay, Nathaniel," Andy said, almost a touch relieved. "This is already a lot of women to keep track of, so I'm not angry about having one less." Watkins shook his head. "Except that I can't let my son go unpunished for this kind of transgression. If the damn kid doesn't learn that he can't go around doing whatever he wants, that's exactly what he's going to do, so what I'm going to do is have him bring the next woman assigned to him over here and have him give her to you." "Nathaniel," Andy tried to interrupt, "that's really not  " "It absolutely is, Andrew. He's nearly eighteen, and if he doesn't learn now, then when?" It was clear Watkins was violently unhappy with his son over all of this. "His refusal to follow agreements doesn't just reflect on him; it, more importantly, reflects upon me, and once the other men in this community find out, if I haven't come down hard on the boy, they're going to think I'm soft. I cannot abide that." "How would they even know?" "Because! Because, Andrew!" Watkins said, throwing his hands up into the air. "Because he likes to strut around town like he earned my wealth, not me! All it would take it for one of our little poker friends to see Deborah with him and they'll know something is amiss and the gossip will start. I'm going to get ahead of this, and will tell our fellow players all about it before they find out inadvertently. Later this week, my son is going to be delivered a girl he has been lusted after for nearly a year now, and then he's going to have to immediately march her over here and present her to you, as means of apology." Andy sighed, trying to figure out what to say next and failing a few times before finally deciding to stop resisting. It was clear Watkins mind was made up. "Is the lady going to be okay with this? I'm sure she'd much rather have a teenage boy instead of, well, me." "She'll probably be relieved, if I'm honest, Andrew," Watkins said, lowering his voice a bit. "She was Benny's AP Trigonometry tutor last year, and has been helping him with remote tutoring this year for AP Calculus. She was supposed to be a freshman at Stanford this year, but what with the campus closed down, they haven't started classes up, so she'll be going next year when they reopen. I think my son may have hit on her a few times, but she'd declined his advances, so you taking her in is in her best interests, as well as yours and mine. I suppose the people on the base thought they were doing me a favor by assigning her to my son, knowing his lusts for her. They weren't, and hopefully this will discourage them from helping my son any in an attempt to broker favor with me. My son will have something both for you and for her with him as well when they show up Friday, on the 6th." "Okay, well, if she doesn't want to be with him, we can see if she wants to be with me instead." "She will, Andrew," Watkins said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "She likes older men. She hit on me once during The Before Times, but back then I believed I was a one woman kind of man, and I didn't want to hurt my son's feelings. She is, quite beautiful, and obviously very smart. She likes intelligent, strong willed, dependable men. She might be initially fooled, as I was, by the appearance of meekness you can give off on first impression, but I'll tell her in the car ride over that you're not a man to be underestimated. Covington's made that mistake. I have as well. I won't let my son do the same." He tilted his head to one side. "I suppose it would be too much of me to ask for you to make him , watch as you imprinted her?" "God yes! Nathan! Jesus, how can you even suggest such a thing?" Watkins sniffed, clearly disappointed. "Fine, fine. Then I insist you open and read the envelopes that Benny, that's my son's name, will be bringing with him when he shows up on Friday. Make sure he stands there as you tell him exactly what's in them." "What is in them?" "A little bit more punishment for him, and a little more compensation for you," he said. "I won't let you refuse me this, so you'll just have to abide by it, but once you accept the envelopes and Hannah, that's the girl's name, once you accept all of that, I will consider the boy's debt paid in full. I'm sure he's going to bitch and moan about it, but the little brat is lucky I didn't just throw him out on his ear, out of both the family and New Eden. But he is my only son. Maybe I've simply been too lenient in the past, and it is time for him to get the stick instead of the carrot." "Family's a bitch," Andy said. "Indeed it can be." "Nate, I want to leave!" Erin said, poking her head out of the back of the limo. "Can we go now?" "I've made a horrible mistake bringing her into my house, haven't I?" Watkins said, giving Andy a pained smile. "Give her her own wing of your mansion and some staff to boss around, like you said you were going to, and you'll probably be fine," Andy said, shaking the man's hand. "Just don't let her think she's in charge of the rest of your wives. Give her an inch and she'll take every mile she can." "You're too good for this place, Andrew," Watkins said, returning the shake. "May this nest of vipers never break your noble spirit." "You say that," Andy laughed, "but I've got to go upstairs and fuck two people off People Magazine's Top 100 Most Beautiful People list at the same time after we're done here, so if this is a nest of vipers, I gotta tell you, they spared no expense on the gilding." Watkins laughed with him, heading towards the limo. "I'll see you on Friday, then. I'll bring Benny and Hannah over myself, just to make sure he doesn't try and screw this up too." "They never would've worked together anyway," Andy said, as Watkins stopped at the limo and looked back. "Benny and Hannah? People would've been making horrible Japanese steakhouse jokes at their expense non stop their entire lives." "God, you're right," Watkin said, a wide smile on his face. "I can't believe I didn't even think of it before now." He started to get into the back of the limo, sitting down next to Erin, shaking his head. "Benihana's. Fuck me." And then he closed the door and the limo drove off. That left Andy with Niko and Aisling, who had been watching the whole time. "I live the weirdest life on the planet," Andy said to them, walking back up the stairs. It looked like each of the girls had taken one suitcase with them, but left three more each on the patio. "Guess I'd better haul these in." He started to move towards the suitcases, but Aisling had stood up already and stepped in between him and them. "Nah, we got it, Starfucker," she said, pushing him by the chest. "You've gotta go lock in those two beauties before they run off." "Yeah," Niko said, moving to stand next to Aisling, blocking Andy's path to the suitcases, leaving only the door inside the mansion as his exit. "I wanna a turn in the sack with Emily, but you need to make her part of the family first." "Someone's got a crush, I think," Ash said, nudging Niko in the ribs. "Are you kidding?" Niko said. "Seeing her in that fourth Dagger Academy movie, 'Castle of Galaxies,' when she was in that evening gown for the school ball,” She shook her head, a little embarrassed smile on her face. "Well, that's when I realized I was bi." "Maybe if you ask her really nicely, she'll wear the gown for you, love," Ash said to Niko, who visibly shuddered with excitement, playing out the moment in her head. "Go on, go!" Niko said to him. "We'll crash in another room for the night if we have to, so you damn well better not come out of that room until both of those girls are imprinted, or I will beat the living shit out of you." "Yes ma'am, 2nd Lieutenant Red Wolf," Andy said, mocking a salute, which made her smack him on the shoulder. "God, I hope I don't get performance anxiety." "You're not the third guy in 'History Of The World Part I,' Andy," Niko said. "He is a eunuch," Aisling said, acting out the bit. "He is a eunuch," Niko said, continuing it. "He is Dead," the two girls said together, collapsing into a fit of giggles. "Now go in there and give those two beauties the best fucking orgasms of their lives," Aisling said, grabbing one of his belt loops on his jeans, yanking him towards the doorway. "How did I ever get so lucky?" he said, kissing Niko, then Aisling. "By being the best damn man any of us have ever met," Niko said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I love hearing you say that. I'm sure it's not true, but thanks." "It is," Ash said, "but we're not gonna stand here all night stroking your ego. If you don't go upstairs and fuck those two lucky bitches senseless right now, I'm going to have Niko kick your ass." "Okay! Okay!" Andy laughed. "I'm going, I'm going!" He hadn't been entirely joking about the possibility of having trouble getting it up, not because he didn't want to, but because he still considered himself way below their league. Each step through the hallway, up the stairs and down the other hallway were slightly plagued with nervousness. But all that of that was dropping away with each step, as he remembered that kiss from Sarah, how intense and inviting it had been, and that minx like smile of Emily's, toying and yet also welcoming, maybe even laced with a hint of thankfulness. A few hours ago, he'd been terrified that he'd end up striking an adversarial relationship with these two supremely talented actresses, and now he was worried that he'd not live up to their expectations. Their expectations. Of him. The life he lived was not meant to be believed. As he got to the door to the bedroom, he cocked his head, finding the door closed, something rather uncommon in the house. He'd never felt the need to close the master bedroom door before now, so he thought this might even be the first time he'd seen the door actually closed. He was about to knock on the door, his hand raised, about to rap his knuckles on the wood, when he looked at his own hand quizzically. "The hell am I doing?" he muttered to himself and then moved to open the door. There, on the bed, were Sarah and Emily. They were locked in a kiss, Emily sitting on Sarah's lap, the tiny girl's hands tugging ever so slightly on the unbraided portion of Sarah's red locks, their lips pressed together heatedly, making out as though they hadn't even heard him enter. They'd also changed clothes since he'd seen them just a little bit ago. Both girls were dressed in white Oxford button up shirts, violet and purple neckties loose but still hanging around their necks, black skirts that hung down to the middle of their thighs, black thigh high stockings with violet and purple trim at the top of them clinging to their legs. They looked a little like British private school uniforms, but Andy knew that specific color code of trims. They were Dagger Academy uniforms. The Dagger Academy movies had been oddly huge successes, following five different students growing up through several years of a bounty hunter college, set in a land "across the stars." The first one had been expected to do alright, but the five lead actors, one of which was Emily, had all been so winningly charming, that audiences had looked past the sometimes clunky special effects and fallen in love with the story. From the time she was thirteen until she was twenty three, Emily had starred in six Dagger Academy movies, and all said and done, they'd grossed over a billion dollars. He was more than a little surprised she was wearing the school outfit from it now. He'd figured she'd never want to even think about those films again, considering how much of her life they had eaten up. "Oh, Professor Rook," Emily said, looking over her shoulder at him, still grinding a little bit against Sarah. "Miss Heartseye and I seem to have been bitten by a, what was it?" She nudged Sarah. Sarah giggled a little, licking her lips, her blue eyes fixated on him like she wanted to eat him alive. "By a roxtreaux beast," she purred. "It's so fucking hard to think straight right now, Professor." Andy's eyes widened a little bit. She hadn't been kidding. She actually had found that story he'd written early on in the pandemic, months before even Aisling had come into his life. After about two months of quarantine, Andy had gotten frustrated with trying to work on another Druid Gunslinger novel, and had decided what the hell, to write a bit of porn fanfic, just to flex his writing skills, something to take his mind off of the whole lockdown. He'd written a bit of fanfic set in the Dagger Academy series, sometime after the last movie, when Dahlia Hairtrigger's boyfriend had died heroically saving the galaxy, leaving her to go her last year at the Dagger Academy alone. He'd introduced a new friend to Dahlia, a woman named Raven Doomeye, but he'd clearly described the character very much like how Sarah actually looked. In the fanfic, the two bounty hunter students had been out on a wild hunt after a target, who'd sicced a herd of wild roxtreaux on them. The roxtreaux, as he'd written it, disarmed their prey by injecting them with an aphrodisiac venom that fogged their minds with lust. It had mostly been an excuse to write a bit of porn using a handful of his favorite actresses, starting off as a lesbian scene between Hairtrigger and Doomeye until a member of the school faculty, Professor Deathwhisper, came to save them. Deathwhisper was an invented character as well, and he'd modeled her after Alice Karteaux. He'd thought about introducing a male proxy for himself in the story, but decided just to let it lie as it did, posting it to some random corner of the internet under some silly name he'd made up. He'd never expected anyone to actually read it. It seemed like both Emily and Sarah had read it, but read that story very well, because they had the details down to a tee, even going to far as to have Emily's shirt with a jagged rip just above her waist on one side, a rip in Sarah's left stocking just above the ankle, both the places where the roxtreaux had bitten them in the story. Emily turned on Sarah's lap, her back to her girlfriend's chest, rolling her hips in his direction, that skirt still concealing most of her legs from him. "You have to help us, Professor," Emily whimpered. "I don't want to die here on this desolate rock, before I've even finished school." She raked her nails along the back of Sarah's neck, her other hand smoothing along one of her own thighs, tugging a little on that skirt, as if she was torn between trying to pull it down or up. "But I feel so very strange, like parts of my body are on fire. My naughty parts especially." "Well, Miss Hairtrigger, the only antidote to roxtreaux venom is to ride it out," Andy said, stepping into the room, closing the door behind him. He tried to affect a British accent, but immediately abandoned it, deciding just to stick to his own voice. "Vigorous exercise will help, as it encourages the body to fight off the neurotoxins." Emily nodded, her face a contorted mix of fear and lust. "Just tell us what to do and we'll do it, Professor. Whatever it is! You're our only hope." "Just remain there for the moment, and I'll begin administering some treatment," he said, moving to the edge of the bed, sliding down onto his knees, as he made sure both Sarah and Emily had their legs spread, his hands slowly pushing up Emily's skirt, revealing that alabaster flesh of her thighs before exposing that she hadn't put on panties, a small brownish triangle of curls atop her dripping wet cunt. A lesser man might've thought Emily dyed her blonde locks, but Andy knew better, himself a blonde (when he wasn't shaving his head, which was almost never these days) with brown pubic hair. "Remember, whatever you feel, it's perfectly natural," he said, as he lowered his lips down to flick his tongue along her snatch. "Oh. OH. OH my!" she groaned, her hips pushing up towards his face, as he sunk two fingers inside of her cunt, his tongue continuing to draw shapes along her clit. "Fuck, Professor! You're, quite the cunning linguist!" Andy almost wanted to groan at the pun, but decided instead to focus on the work in front of him. When Emily had said her last boyfriend hadn't gone down on her, Andy had almost taken offense to that, and decided it was going to be the first thing he did with her. He could feel her body squirming and writhing against his face, her hands moving to hold onto his head. Her whole body erupted in a quick spasm when he dragged the soft hairs of his goatee across her clit, her thighs clamping on his ears for a moment. She kept him pinned there for several seconds before she relaxed a little bit, whimpering in tiny little chipmunk squeaks. "Fuck, sir, that was amazing," her British tinged voice purred at him. "I've never cum so quick before. You're very good at that,” He looked up from between her thighs, noticing that somewhere in the middle of it, Sarah had unbuttoned Emily's shirt, opening it, although the tie still remained dangling around her neck, resting between her small, pert tits. Emily brought a hand up, folding an arm across her chest, a touch self consciously. "They aren't as large as they should be, sir, I know," she said, looking down. He couldn't tell if she was still playing a part, or was genuine nervous about how he might look at her body. He wanted to put that to rest as quickly as possible. Andy stood up, moving in closer, lifting Emily's chin up, turning her eyes back to his, as he pressed a kiss to her lips, letting her taste herself on his face. "You are perfect exactly as you are," he said, "both of you." He moved to one side and leaned in to kiss Sarah, as he felt Emily's hands unbuttoning his jeans. "Any man who's told you that you need bigger tits can come tell me, and I will beat him to a pulp before of your very eyes, or fall trying." "Can we have more, sir?" Emily asked. "Of you?" Sarah nodded enthusiastically. "I fucking want some too. My brain's on fucking fire." "Alright, but let me tell you this," Andy said, trying to weave his knowledge about the vaccine into the storyline they were playing out. "Whoever goes first in getting a dose of serum will be completely unable to help the other when it comes to her turn. Once you get your dose, you will, ah, go into a healing coma, which will burn the last of the neurotoxin from your system. You two are such close friends, you should decide who you want to get dosed first, and whom you want to go second." He took a step back and Emily slid off Sarah's lap, moving down onto her knees in front of him, before she pulled the giant redhead down to join her. They made such a contrast, the blonde and the redhead, the pixie and the amazon, but the one commonality they shared was that utter adoration they had for him in their eyes. Emily tugged his baggy jeans and boxers down to his knees, letting his thick cock spring free and slap Sarah in the face, causing the redhead to giggle fiercely, her nose scrunching up in amusement. "Quite the weapon you wield, professor," Emily said, reaching up to give his fat cock a soft stroke, moving it to keep it away from Sarah's lips. "I heard a rumor from a member of the faculty, Professor Red Wolf, sir. About the very first taste of the serum. Is it true? Let's find out!" she said with a giggle. At that, Emily held onto his cock by the base with one hand, her other hand moving to grab Sarah's head, pushing the redhead's mouth onto his shaft, that large dollop of precum dripping onto Sarah's tongue as soon as her lips enveloped his cock. The minute that precum hit her tongue, Sarah's hands clamped onto his hips, and her body immediately began vibrating like she'd just been hooked up to a car battery, her blue eyes rolling back into her head as a gurgling moan chirped in staccato bursts of sound that buzzed along his cock, her lips refusing to give even a millimeter of space between them and him. After several seconds, Sarah's breathing resumed a more normal rhythm and she forced her blue eyes open once more, looking up at him, tears at the edges of them, as she slowly pulled her head back to let her lips pop off his cock. "Oh. My. Fucking. God," she whispered. "What the fuck was that, Emily? What the fuck just fucking happened? How did that make me cum so fucking hard? I'm still fucking shaking. What the literal fuck?" Emily giggled again. "Oh my god, it's true, it's actually fucking true. Let me have my first taste," she said, cradling his balls with one hand, stroking his shaft with the other, coaxing another droplet of precum to the tip of his cock. As soon as that milky white pearl emerged, she pushed her mouth over the head of his cock, not taking it deep, mostly just keeping the first few inches past her lips as her tongue swiped along the tip of his cock, gathering up that taste. As soon as her tongue lashed along that dollop, he felt her tiny body lock up, her finely manicured fingernails sinking hard into his ass, her eyes looking up at him, almost in deification, worshiping the sight of him while the orgasm shredded through her, Sarah looking on, somewhere between concern, fascination and jealousy. "Is it, is it always like this?" Sarah asked him, as Emily finally started to come down from her initial taste, both women now primed to him. "The first orgasm is always the strongest," Andy said to her, his hand stroking along the top of her head, as she turned to look up at him. "Other than the imprinting orgasm, which all the girls have described as something unlike anything they've ever encountered. But I think Ash told me that all of her orgasms now are about ten times stronger than they were in the Before Times. Niko and Lauren both said that was about right. Niko's said a number of times that she never knew what cumming was like before me." He chuckled softly. "I wish I could say I was that good, but I think it's mostly the vaccine." "Less men, better orgasms, the new world has so much to offer women,” Emily moaned, reaching over to unbutton Sarah's shirt. Neither girl had put on a bra, and Andy was a little surprised that Sarah's tits were plumper than he'd thought, rounder and fuller with large aerolas and stiff pink nipples standing at attention. She'd never done a nude scene before. Neither of them had. And now, here they both were, in a half state of undress. "Sares, do you want to go first?" "Totally, but I don't fucking know if I can, Emily," Sarah said to her. "But I think I fucking have to, I think I have to fucking go first, so I'm fucking locked in, so I can't back down. I'm just fucking scared I won't be good enough for him, that he won't fucking love me like I fucking love him. He's, like, my fucking hero, as a writer." Andy wanted to point out that both of the women were already completely locked in now, having gotten a taste of his semen to prime them for imprinting, but was afraid that might make things even more awkward for them, so he kept quiet. "It's okay, Sares, it's fine, it's fine, it's absolutely fine," Emily said to Sarah. "I'll be with you the entire time. Here, I know what we can do." She stood up again, pulling Sarah to her feet with her. The two of them moved around Andy's body, turning him around so his back was towards the bed, then Emily pushed him sharply, forcing him to fall onto the bed face up. "Climb on top of him." "Emily, I'm, I'm not fucking sure,” Emily stepped in behind her and slipped one of her hands up and under Sarah's skirt, rubbing her hand against the redhead's cunt beneath the fabric, obscured from Andy's view. "Sares, you are literally drenching my hand right now. You nearly fingered yourself until your hand dropped off after that time at the convention, and now, here he is, the man you wanted, and he's told you, quite explicitly, that he wants to fuck you. Now get out of your own way and climb atop that cock of his. This is your favorite dream. Look at him." Her other hand reached up and grabbed Sarah's hair, forcing her to look at him, while Emily carried on, her posh English accent almost making her seem even more dominating. "He wants you, you daft bitch. He's probably jerked off thinking about you, haven't you, Andy?" Andy reddened a little bit, then nodded. "More than a few times." "You see?" Emily's grip in Sarah's hair loosened a little bit, and Andy could see the lust building up behind Sarah's dark blue eyes, rising up to meet the levels of love already present there. "I'll do you one better. I'm going to give you to the count of five to get on top of the love of your life, and if you don't, I'm going to fuck him first, a fact I will surely lord over you for the rest of all our days." "Oh my fucking god, you totally would, wouldn't you, you bitch? The number one person on my 'I Wanna Fuck So Bad' list, and you'd totally fuck them before me, wouldn't you? I so fucking hate you right now!" "Five,” "You know I'd totally hate you, like, forever and longer." "Four,” "Four?! It was just, like, five, only a second ago." "Three,” "Oh no you fucking don't," Sarah said, tugging Emily's hand out from under her skirt. "You can have him after I've fucked him. He's mine first." Sarah slowly peeled away from Emily and moved one knee up on one side of Andy's thighs, bringing the other up to straddle him, leaning over him, her heavy tits swinging beneath her, her eyes holding on his face. "That's okay, isn't it, Andy?" she said, bending down to kiss him. "That I want to be here?" She kissed him again. "With you?" Again, only longer. "That I love you?" She wriggled her hips, and he could feel her reaching down beneath her skirt to grab his cock, rubbing the tip of it along her cunt. "That I wanna fuck you?" Emily peeled off her shirt, but left the tie hanging loose around her neck, as she crawled up on the bed alongside Andy, turning his head one side so she could take a turn kissing him. "That we want to fuck you," she said. "For ever and ever,” "That's totally okay, right?" Sarah said, turning his eyes back to her. "Because if it's not, then, well,” she said, pausing for a second, breaking eye contact for a moment before their eyes met again, resolve hardening behind them, "then I guess it's better to beg for forgiveness than to ask permission." Her hips slammed down on top of his, punching his cock deep into her drenched cunt, a sluttish moan bubbling up from her throat. "'Cause momma's gotta fucking eat. Fuck, you feel too fucking good. Shit, I'm fucking cumming already, shit shit shit shit shit Shit Shit!" Sarah's fingernails raked hard against his chest, not quite deep enough to draw blood, but enough to raise red lines of tender flesh, visible through the dark thatch of blonde curls on his chest. Her eyes watered up as she trembled atop of him, her head thrashing about to make those coppery curls swipe back and forth like a matador's cape in the wind. For several seconds, she just stayed there, impaled on his cock, vibrating in quivers, until finally the sensations eased up and she leaned forward, Emily reaching to wipe the tears from Sarah's eyes. "You okay Sares?" "This is the greatest fucking day of my life," she whimpered, her voice tiny and dumbstruck. "But I need more. I want more." She looked down at Andy, then leaned in to kiss him. "I need to feel more than just that oh so fat cock of yours inside me. You know what I fucking need, don't you?" Her lips kept returning to his in between every sentence. "I need you to pump a hot load of jizz right inside of my cute little fuckhole." This time she lifted her head up and kissed Emily right in front of his eyes, their tongues tangling up, until Emily tilted her head a little, and leaned them both down, until all three of them were kissing in one big mess, a weave of tongues and lips. Sarah started to grind her hips on his lap, finally leaning back until she sat upright, and Andy could place his hands on her body, one on her hip, the other over one of those round tits of hers, feeling her nipple hard as a rock against his palm. "Tell me I'm pretty," she pleaded to him. "You're fucking gorgeous," he told her. "Tell me I'm smart." "Brilliant, witty and charming." "Tell me that it's okay that I'm a big dork." "I love the fact that you're a big dork." She bit her bottom lip nervously, glancing over at Emily, who nodded to her with that coy smile of hers. "Tell me I'm your big dork." "You're my big dork," Andy laughed. "Again," Sarah said, starting to ride him harder, her ass smacking down on the tops of his thighs each time she bucked into him. "You're my big dork." "What am I?" Emily squeezed his shoulder, nibbling on his ear, her teeth tugging on his earlobe. "Say it. She wants to hear it. Cum in her tight little cunt and say it." Sarah's rhythm was frantic now, her cunt clamping and squeezing on his cock, trying to get that release from him, her hair a complete mess now, the braids having partially come undone, threatening to spill everywhere, her hands on his chest making her arms press her tits together, as if presenting them for him to see, her deep dark blue eyes never once looking away from him, imploring him, as if she wanted something she couldn't bear to ask for. The image was so erotic, Andy knew he couldn't resist, not that he wanted to. So when he felt that tightening up in his body, his hands grabbed onto her hips and held her down, his cock impaled hilt deep inside of her snatch beneath that skirt, as his green eyes held her gaze, while he said "You're mine." At that last word, his balls drew up and his cock blasted Sarah's snatch so full of cum, he was certain he could feel it dripping out onto his balls, seven or eight squirts of heavy cream inside of her, her eyes immediately rolling back in her skull, as she flopped atop of him like someone had just flipped a switch inside of her and turned her off. Andy barely had time to pull his head to one side so that Sarah's face fell safely into the pillow, her tits mashed against his chest, as she started mumbling "imprinting" over and over against into the pillow. "Oh my god," Emily whispered into his ear, "that is the hottest fucking thing that I have ever seen with my own eyes." Emily reached up and brushed part of Sarah's hair out of her face for her, seeing her muttering. "How long is she going to do that?" "For a couple of minutes," Andy said, slowly moving to roll Sarah off him, laying her down on the side of him opposite of Emily. The skirt had hiked up and he could see a small landing strip of copper curls above her snatch, so he tugged the skirt back down for her. "Then she'll just fall very still. She'll wake up in about twelve to sixteen hours." "That's all it takes?" Emily said. "Now she's just permanently bonded to you forever?" "Well, not forever, I'm sure," Andy said, as Emily moved him so that each of them were laying on their sides facing each other. He must've looked a little nervous, because Emily took one of his hands in hers and interlaced his bulky fingers with her slender ones. "I'm sure once we're out of this crisis, science will come up with some sort of solution so that people aren't quite so chemically dependent on each other, but for the time being, yeah, she's bonded to me, and she'll need to absorb some of my cum once every couple of weeks." "That won't be a problem," Emily giggled. "She's a wildcat. I swear to God, she might even be a nymphomaniac, not that you'll mind, although you're going to have to go with us on movie shoots from now on. We'll work it all out, I'm certain." She leaned in and pressed a tiny kiss on his nose. "Ready for me yet?" "I don't think you've met a man in your entire life who's been ready for you," he said, which made her laugh in amusement. "Me included. You're really sure you're okay with all of this?" "Can I tell you a secret?" she said, that impish smile widening on her face a little bit. "I sort of help set all this up." Andy narrowed his eyes. "I don't know how that's even possible." "When Sarah and I arrived on the base two weeks ago, we were put in a sort of group quarantine, and were mostly only allow to see people who had already been vaccinated and were with partners, a few staff members aside. Sarah was very nervous that someone would find out we were together, so we just acted like acquaintances, actors who didn't know each other but knew of each other," Emily said, not letting him pull his hand away, in fact bringing it to rest on her chest, just above her heart. "So while Sarah was having panic attacks and thinking our lives were over, I got to know some of the people who were on guard duty for us." "Niko,” Andy groaned, grinning in spite of himself. "Well, yes, Niko, but not just Niko," Emily said. "Also, I met one of Mister Covington's family, Rachel. And so I hatched a plan." "I don't understand why you even needed to," Andy said. "They partner you women up with men you want to be with, don't they?" "Is that what they've told you?" she gasped. "No! Oh my god, no! No, that's not it at all, Andrew. I mean, it might have started that way, but since the foundation of New Eden, any woman that a man wants and asks for is brought here and imprinted, to be part of his new family. Maybe that's not true for all of the women, but it most certainly is for some of us! Did, did you really not know that? Have you truly not asked for anyone specific?" "I didn't even know that I could, not that I think I would. Why wouldn't Niko tell me that?" "Maybe she doesn't even know," Emily said. "We were told not to talk about the process at all, to anyone. But I'm a little busybody, so I poked around a bit, and Rachel told me a lot more than I think she intended to. I also talked to Niko about the various men who were in the community already. She said she really didn't know that many of them, other than her partner and his friends, so I asked her to tell me about them." "Oh lord,” "Once I found out you were, well, you, and that Niko had such a high opinion of you , you really should marry all of your girls, Andrew, but my God, would Niko especially do literally anything for you , I decided that I had to get Sarah into your family, no matter what. I knew how she felt about you, and if she'd found out you were here and she couldn't fuck you, well, it might've sent her into an uncontrollable spiral of depression, and I would not allow that to happen. She's had struggles with depression much of her life, and her love for you is deeper than the Pacific. If I could get myself into your family as well, all the better, but if Sarah and I simply lived in the same town, even with different male partners, we could still be together regularly enough, so I had to ensure she made her way to you, and that was the bare minimum of what I would accept." "What did you do?" "So Rachel controls the distribution process at the vaccination center. She determines how women are sent to their partners and at what speed. She is also, like, the biggest Dagger Academy fan, thank god for that. I got all of this done with just a few autographs and a few selfies with her. I don't like trading in on my fame, but I decided that just this one time, I would bend my moral compass, to ensure that Sarah and I weren't miserable." "What does that mean?" "It means, I convinced Rachel to send out women in batches of two, because the other thing Rachel had told me was that her partner, that prick Covington, liked to gamble with women, so I made sure that he would see this as an opportunity to hold one of his poker games, and that both Sarah and I would be available as prizes in them. Niko said you'd never been invited to one before, so I also needed to make sure there was a reason for you to get involved." "Christ, if I'd have known you and Sarah were in it, I might have gone in on that alone." "Oh, bless Andrew, but no, you wouldn't have," Emily said, kissing his nose. "You're too scrupulous. Niko made it exceptionally clear to me that you saw your partners as people not property, another part of the reason I so wanted to ensure Sarah made her way to you. But that meant convincing you that you were rescuing someone, and hoping you would also give in to temptation when it was presented to you on a silver platter. So when they started vaccinating us all with the inoculation, I bumped that doctor, Charlotte, and made her accidentally inject herself. That meant she had to get partnered up with someone within a few weeks, and I knew that Charlotte wouldn't leave her daughter behind. I also knew that Charlotte was a friend of Niko's, and that Rachel had been told by Covington to watch out for a mother daughter pairing he could get his hands on, that sick fuck." "This is like some kind of fucking heist movie!" Andy said in amazement. "What I didn't know was that Charlotte was so heartbroken over the death of her husband, that she wouldn't care who she was assigned to. I had wanted Charlotte to be assigned to you and her daughter to be assigned to Covington, so you would feel the need to rescue her daughter and when you did, you would likely also take Sarah and I." "What the hell happened?" "Rachel got them both assigned to Covington instead, but thankfully, Niko decided on her own that she was going to make sure you were at that card game to rescue both of them, because she and the Doctor had become work friends. Niko convinced Rachel that you were a great cardplayer, and also made sure that one of their usual players dropped out. She's quite clever, your girl. I also put a bug in her ear that if she thought you were such a wonderful man, maybe you should consider trying to get Sarah as well." "You didn't mention yourself?" "I didn't want to overtax you, but I hoped that maybe I might be pretty enough to pull your eye." "Every woman here is prett

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Episode 344: In 2002, Brandon, Manitoba, was rocked by the disappearance of Erin Chorney, a feisty and energetic teenager with her whole life ahead of her. What began as a simple outing—Erin telling her mother she'd be back in an hour—turned into a parent's worst nightmare when she never returned home. As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the community of Brandon rallied around the Chorney family, desperately searching for answers. The truth behind Erin's disappearance would only come to light through one of Canada's most contentious investigative techniques. You guessed it — Mister Big. The case led investigators down a dark path, culminating in a shocking confession and a grim discovery that would forever change the lives of those involved. Join us as we explore the details of this heart-wrenching case, examining the investigation that followed, the controversial methods employed by law enforcement, and the lasting impact on a community forever changed by tragedy. Sources: Brandon | City, Prairie, Wheat Capital | Britannica History of Brandon, MB HeritageBrandon.ca Canadian Encyclopedia | Brandon Obituary for Erin Kristen Chorney CHORNEY DARCY JAMES - Obituaries - Brandon Sun Passages Fooled Into Giving A Full Confession | Dark Waters Of Crime | Real Crime Undercover police sting ends with arrest of shocked murder suspect Jun 18, 2005, page 4 - Nanaimo Daily News at Newspapers.com Oct 08, 2006, page 22 - News-Press at Newspapers.com Girlfriend-killer loses appeal Jun 2014: Killer can't visit dying relative Brandon man convicted of murdering Erin Chorney applying for parole under faint-hope clause Apr 2021: Murder 'devastated' Chorney family To the Grave: Inside a Spectacular RCMP Sting by Mike McIntyre Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Cette semaine, Cam et Karl reçoivent India Desjardins en studio. L'autrice analyse le film Barbie et nous explique son succès planétaire. Quels sont les effets de l'oeuvre de Greta Gerwig dans nos vies? Comment l'histoire de Barbie peut-elle nous influencer dans nos relations au quotidien? On décortique les messages féministes derrière le film. On dévoile aussi nos comédies amoureuses préférées et on discute de l'importance de Sex and the City dans l'émancipation des femmes au petit écran. Le balado est présenté par Matelas Bonheur. matelasbonheur.ca Utilisez le code promo LAVIESOCIALE pour un 5% additionnel Le balado est présenté par La Natura Casa. lanaturacasa.com Utilisez le code promo pour LAVIESOCIALE pour 15% sur votre premier achat La vie sociale sur les réseaux sociaux : Instagram et TikTok @baladolaviesociale Retrouvez India Desjardins sur les réseaux sociaux : @indiadesjardins Découvrez son livre Mister Big ou la glorification des amours toxiques partout en magasin! Retrouvez Cam et Karl sur les réseaux sociaux : Instagram @cam_ds / TikTok @ds.camille Instagram et TikTok @karl_hardy

Le 27 juillet 1996, par un beau début d'après-midi ensoleillé, Sonia Raymond, 32 ans, décide de quitter ses proches afin d'aller prendre un bain de soleil à la plage Maria qui se trouve en Gaspésie et qui est une plage assez bien fréquentée qui longe la route 132 sur quatre kilomètres. Pour connaitre la suite de cette horrible histoire, cliquez juste ici et bonne écoute!♥Suis-moi sur les réseaux sociaux♥INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/ninnielaterreurFACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/ninnieLATERREUR.podcastSITE WEB: https://baladoquebec.ca/ninnie-laterreurCOURRIEL: ninnielaterreur@gmail.comMes sources:https://www.banq.qc.ca/Mister Big, une technique canadienne | Le Soleil - QuébecMeurtre de Sonia Raymond : Réal Savoie plaide coupable | JDQ (journaldequebec.com)Procès de Réal Savoie: 22 ans de prison pour un meurtre «sordide» | JDM (journaldemontreal.com)https://ici.radio-canada.ca/nouvelle/664163/real-savoie-criminel Extraits sonores:https://www.tvanouvelles.ca/2017/04/26/visionnement-de-la-video-des-aveux-de-real-savoiehttps://www.tvanouvelles.ca/2017/04/10/reprise-du-proces-pour-meurtre-de-real-savoieChanson thème:One Missed Call Ringtone (American Version).Musique d'arrière-plan:Musopen.org Bruch: koi nidrei source: youtubeLogiciel de montage:AudacityMontage: xam

India Desjardin - Les amours toxiques Cette semaine, je me paye la traite et je m'offre une semaine complète à parler de femmes, d'évolution et je me permet des conversations que je n'ose pas toujours avoir dans mon milieu ou même des fois, dans ma tête ;) Je rencontre ici India Desjardins, autrice et femme fabuleuse! Sensible, curieuse, déterminée! Je l'ai toute suite aimée :) On parle de son livre Mister Big où la glorification des amours toxiques, de ce que ça m'a fait, des perceptions qu'on retient en regardant la télé, de l'impact de la télé, des séries, des films, sur nous, nos relations amoureuses et de la place (et des rôles) des femmes à la télé. Une conversation importante qui m'oblige à ajuster mon regard et j'adore ça !! Enjoy :) Bonne découverte !! Pour en savoir plus : ⚡️Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/india.desjardins ⚡️Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/indiadesjardins/ ⚡️Livres : https://www.leslibraires.ca/recherche/?s=india+desjardins * Mélanie consulte! est un mix entre une consultation et une entrevue, ce n'est pas une consultation professionnelle officielle et à proprement dit. Merci! * #balado #podcast #melanieconsulte #introspection #développementpersonnel #croissancepersonnelle #apprendreaseconnaitre #consciencedesoi #conscience #milieudelhumour #humour #standupu #média #medias #placedesfemmes #femmesdanslesmedias #journéeinternationnaledesdroitsdesfemmes #féminisme #féministe #équité #parité #droits #autrice #misterbig #amourstoxiques #essai #sexandthecity #aurelielaflamme

Aïe aïe aïe GUESS WHO'S BAAAACKKK !! Ça fait des mois que je travaille cet épisode, raison pour laquelle j'étais en mode fantôme, sorry for that. Aujourd'hui comme l'indique le titre de l'épisode, on va parler d'un sujet assez dur et complexe à vivre mais je pense qu'il peut en intéresser plus d'un.e ! J'ai décidé de traiter le sujet par mon expérience personnelle pour cadrer l'épisode mais aussi pour que n'importe qui puisse comprendre clairement avec des exemples concrets l'enjeu de cette thématique relationnelle. On y définit des facts réels et on y balance des références très intéressantes. J'espère que ce sujet vous apportera autant qu'à moi dans mes réflexions. Enjoy

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CW (avertissement de contenu) : exemples de propos irrespectueux/abus verbal; discussion entourant la violence conjugale, divulgâcheurs de films et téléséries (spoiler alert).Dans cet épisode spécial, on reçoit India Desjardins pour discuter de violence relationnelle et de son livre Mister Big ou la glorification des amours toxiques. Le format étant différent de nos épisodes habituels, on échange avec notre invitée à propos des séries télé et des films qui ont eu un impact sur nous et nos relations amoureuses (nos scripts amoureux). On vous rappelle certains concepts-clés pour vous offrir des nouvelles perspectives. Au rendez-vous sont rires, rages, vulnérabilité et réflexions. Bonne écoute! N.B.: Cet épisode a été enregistré sur Zoom pour respecter les normes sanitaires en vigueur.Référence discutée dans cet épisode: Desjardins, I. (2021). Mister BIG ou la glorification des amours toxiques. Québec/ Amérique. P.192.Films mentionnés dans cet épisode: Elf; Home Alone; Christmas Vacation; Family Man; The Holiday; Love Actually; The Wedding Singer; Sweet Home Alabama; Sex and the City; And Just Like That; Easy A; Grease; James Bond; Happiest SeasonSéries télévisées mentionnées dans cet épisode: Sex and the City; Grey's Anatomy; Pretty Little Liars; How I Met Your Mother; Séraphin/les belles histoires des pays d'en hautLivres mentionnés dans cet épisode: Le journal d'Aurélie Laflamme par India Desjardins; Ces femmes qui aiment trop par Robin Norwood

À l'occasion de la sortie en livre audio du livre Mister Big ou la glorification des amours toxiques, Clotilde a le plaisir de recevoir India Desjardins. Ensemble, elles discutent de l'univers de Sex and the City et la relation entre Mr Big et Carrie. En chronique, Marie Lalande nous parle du défi « Lis avec moi ». Animation… Cet article Des livres plein les oreilles avec India Desjardins est apparu en premier sur Canal M, la radio de Vues et Voix.

Édito de Geneviève : l'actualité sous la loupe de Geneviève.   La rencontre Gibeault-Pettersen avec Nicole Gibeault, juge à la retraite : un procès en avril pour l'auteur allégué de l'attaque au sabre de Québec. Quelles possibles conséquences pour des gens qui auraient pu mettre feu volontairement à un immeuble à logement? Des organisateurs du convoi à Ottawa sont mis en demeure.  Entrevue avec Kenza Chahidi, membre du collectif jeunesse “La voix des jeunes compte” et Fabrice Vil, fondateur de l'organisme Pour 3 points : en réaction à l'arrestation de trois entraîneurs au secondaire, le collectif “La voix des jeunes comptent” a interpellé le ministre Roberge et la ministre Charest concernant les violences sexuelles dans les écoles et le milieu sportif.   Chronique de Carl Marchand : la rage au volant au bout du fusil. Du plastique aussi solide que l'acier!  Entrevue avec Dre Geneviève Beaulieu-Pelletier, Psychologue et Professeure associée, Université du Québec à Montréal : des tensions dans les écoles entre les élèves vaccinés et ceux non-vaccinés.  La rencontre Lefebvre-Leclerc avec les analystes politiques Elsie Lefebvre et Marc-André Leclerc : manifestation Ottawa. Manifestation à Québec. Ça bouge chez les Conservateurs. Chronique de Sylvain Dancause, enseignant de mathématique et de sciences au secondaire et blogueur au Journal de Montréal : comment se déroule une fin d'étapes en période de COVID-19 où l'écart entre les plus forts et les plus vulnérables s'agrandit? Semaine des enseignantes et des enseignants.  Segment LCN : comment s'est déroulée la manifestation à Québec?  Chronique de Gabrielle Caron, humoriste, auteure et animatrice du balado “J'ai fait un humain” à QUB radio : l'Uruguay déchiré concernant un vestige nazi. Des facteurs complètement intoxiqués au travail. Entrevue avec India Desjardins, autrice du livre Mister Big ou la glorification des amours toxiques : quoi penser de la première saison “And just like that” qui vient de se terminer?   La rencontre Stréliski-Cyr avec les humoristes Léa Stréliski et Mathieu Cyr : ce qu'on peut apprendre de l'attitude de l'olympienne Justine Dufour-Lapointe. Chronique culturelle d'Anaïs Guertin-Lacroix : une chanson de Stromae considéré comme un “évènement majeur” pour la prévention du suicide. Nathalie Simard s'ouvre sur sa chirurgie bariatrique. Une production QUB radio   Février 2022 Pour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr

Entrevue avec India Desjardins, autrice du livre Mister Big ou la glorification des amours toxiques : quoi penser de la première saison «And just like that» qui vient de se terminer?  Pour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr

Entrevue avec India Desjardins, autrice du livre Les Baleines et Nous : l'autrice India Desjardins, connue notamment pour la série Le journal d'Aurélie Laflamme et le livre Mister Big ou la glorification des amours toxiques, publie aujourd'hui aux éditions de la Bagnole un livre illustré sur notre relation bien spéciale avec les baleines.  Pour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr

Édito de Geneviève : le tour de l'actualité avec Geneviève.  La rencontre Gibeault-Pettersen avec Nicole Gibeault, juge à la retraite : le meurtrier de Jaël Cantin condamné à la prison à vie. Un complotiste coupable d'entrave au travail des policiers complique son propre procès. Un accusé démenotté sous l'ordre d'un juge blesse deux agents correctionnels. Entrevue avec Julien Prud'homme, professeur d'histoire à l'Université du Québec à Trois-Rivières : le système d'éducation publique fait de plus en plus appel à des firmes privées pour trouver des professionnels comme des orthophonistes et psychoéducateurs. Quel effet peut avoir cet appel au privé?  Chronique édito de Vincent Dessureault : la panne Facebook. une ex-complotiste raconte son retour à la réalité. Le patron de Facebook revient sur les controverses entourant sa compagnie.  Chronique En 5 minutes d'Élise Jetté, productrice de contenus En 5 minutes : portrait de l'aphantasie, une condition qui rend impossible d'imaginer. Quand des robots apprennent à cueillir des brocolis.  La rencontre Lefebvre-Leclerc avec Elsie Lefebvre et Marc-André Leclerc : Justin Trudeau fait deux importantes annonces. François Legault et la nation du racisme systémique. Le Parti Québécois en conflit avec les syndicats? s Entrevue avec Roxane Borgès Da Silva, professeure et chercheuse à l'École de santé publique de l'Université de Montréal : Il reste difficile de vérifier l'effet du passeport vaccinal sur le taux de vaccination selon plusieurs experts. Aurons-nous le même problème avec la vaccination obligatoire dans certains milieux comme pour les fonctionnaires fédéraux et les travailleurs de la santé?  Segment LCN : que fait-on suite aux révélations qui concernent Facebook?  Chronique de Gabrielle Caron, humoriste, auteure et animatrice du balado “J'ai fait un humain” à QUB radio : un robot patrouilleur ne fait pas l'unanimité à Singapour. Une femme qui perd patience au McDonald's devient virale pour les mauvaises raisons. Entrevue avec India Desjardins, autrice du livre Les Baleines et Nous : l'autrice India Desjardins, connue notamment pour la série Le journal d'Aurélie Laflamme et le livre Mister Big ou la glorification des amours toxiques, publie aujourd'hui aux éditions de la Bagnole un livre illustré sur notre relation bien spéciale avec les baleines.  La rencontre Stréliski-Cyr avec Léa Stréliski et Mathieu Cyr : retour sur le décès et le leg de l'humoriste Pierre Légaré. Les abus sexuels dans la communauté catholique. Chronique culturelle d'Anaïs Guertin-Lacroix : Youtube efface les chaînes de R. Kelly. Patrick Huard fait jaser avec un segment à La Tour qui parle de Guillaume Lemay-Thivierge. Une production QUB radio  Octobre 2021 Pour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr

Dans cet épisode, Mathieu et Martin s'affrontent dans un quiz sur le chocolat préparé par Stéphanie. Ce n'est pas la victoire de Mathieu qui retient l'attention, mais la description de la Mister Big faite par Stéphanie... On jase aussi de ces achats faits sur un coup de tête avec Sébast et ses billets pour le match #6 de la série Montréal-Vegas en juin dernier et on vous propose de faire connaissance avec quelques vedettes du livre des Records Guinness 2022!

Très souvent, l'amour se retrouve au centre de nos vies et dicte notre quotidien. Et si nous avions tout faux ? Et si nous avions la mauvaise conception de l'amour ? Cette semaine, le duo de Génération Sidechick reçoit India Desjardins, autrice du livre Mister Big ou la glorification des amours toxiques. Pourquoi l'amour qui nous semble captivant est souvent au final toxique ? Est-ce que les femmes vivent encore sous l'emprise du patriarcat ? Comment se fait-il que les créateurs de fictions glorifient encore les relations malsaines? Elles nous partagent leurs expériences personnelles et font le point sur les analyses présentées dans le livre Mister Big. Merci à notre présentateur Clarins www.clarins.ca Dans ton Instagram India Desjardins : https://www.instagram.com/indiadesjardins/?hl=fr Génération Sidechick : https://www.instagram.com/generationsidechick/?hl=fr

DOCUMENTAIRE: "Showgirls of Pakistan" et pleins d'autres suggestions de documentaires! BD : "Vers la Tempête " de Jean-Sébastien Bérubé aux éditions Futuropolis.PODCAST: "Récidives" sur OHDIOLIVRE :  "Mister Big ou la glorification des amours toxiques" de India Desjardins (1:03:00) #TeamSteve ⭑VISITEZ NOS PARTENAIRES⭑Numérique.Ca pour la création de votre site web!Librairie Z  votre spécialiste de la bande dessinée! Mentionné dans l'épisode: Pire idée de ma vie: Sugar BabyÉvelyne et Gabrielle font un podcastLa nouvelle école des surdouésBonne Nuit de Jean-François Provençal42Québec.comExposition "Ô Merde" au musée de la civilisation de Québec ABONNE-TOI au PODCAST: ITUNES: https://tinyurl.com/ItunesGeekettes SPOTIFY: https://tinyurl.com/SpotifyGeekettes YOUTUBE: https://tinyurl.com/YouTubeGeekettes *:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ✿ LES GEEKETTES ✿*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:* ⭑Animatrice: Martine Bisson⭑Chroniqueuses: Lulu les Belles Mirettes, Fanie Grégoire et Éliane Duplessis. ⭑Production de l'épisode: Fanie Grégoire Merci à Alex Robshaw pour la musique des Geekettes. Merci à ValMo pour le logo des Geekettes. 

L'autrice India Desjardins vient nous parler de son livre Mister Big où elle décortique l'impact de la fiction dans nos vies. Est-ce que l'on glorifie les amours toxiques? Est-ce que l'on devrait se questionner sur l'image des personnages féminins mis de l'avant dans les oeuvres ? On se demande également si l'enseignement de la littérature féminine n'est pas mise de côté. Comment pouvons-nous avoir une meilleure représentation des émotions et des désirs des femmes à travers l'art. Bonne écoute! Le livre Mister Big et la glorification des relations toxiques Instagram India Desjardins Instagram Femmes de fer

India Desjardins, Eric Orsenna et Coco - India Desjardins pour « Mister Big ou la glorification des amours toxiques » aux éditions Québec Amérique - Erik Orsenna pour « La passion de la fraternité, Beethoven » aux éditions Stock / Fayard - Coco pour « Dessiner encore » aux éditions Les Arènes BD - Le conseil « classique » d'un bibliothécaire depuis la Bibliothèque de Namur, en Belqique Présentation : Emmanuel KHERAD

India Desjardins pour " Mister Big ou la glorification des amours toxiques " aux éditions Québec Amérique Erik Orsenna pour "La passion de la fraternité, Beethoven" aux éditions Stock/Fayard Coco pour "Dessiner encore" aux éditions Les Arènes BD Le conseil "classique" dʹun bibliothécaire depuis la Bibliothèque de Namur, en Belqique.

India Desjardins décortique nos séries, films et livres chouchou pour déceler les codes de fiction qui peuvent banaliser la violence conjugale, particulièrement psychologique. Voici comment son livre Mister Big peut devenir un véritable outil d'autodéfense contre la violence. 

Entrevue avec l'autrice India Desjardins : est-ce que la fiction a un impact sur notre vision de l'amour et des relations? India Desjardins tente de répondre à la question dans son nouveau livre Mister Big, alors qu'elle analyse la relation au centre de Sex and the City, celle de Carrie et le fameux Mister Big.    Pour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr

Entrevue téléphonique avec Vincent Vallières : son huitième album en carrière, Toute beauté n'est pas perdue, est disponible dès samedi.   Entrevue avec l'autrice India Desjardins : est-ce que la fiction a un impact sur notre vision de l'amour et des relations? India Desjardins tente de répondre à la question dans son nouveau livre Mister Big, alors qu'elle analyse la relation au centre de Sex and the City, celle de Carrie et le fameux Mister Big.    Entrevue téléphonique avec l'animateur Dominic Arpin : dès le 14 avril, les québécois pourront repartir sur la route chaque mercredi  avec Dominic Arpin pour l'émission Van Aventure. La nouvelle saison est présentée à Évasion.   Entrevue téléphonique avec Annabel Oreste : son départ de l'Académie dimanche dernier a bouleversé tous les académiciens.  Une production QUB radio     Avril 2021  Pour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr

This week TV addicts Schmee and Riker review the pilot of Sex and the City, "Sex and the City" (HBO MAX). We discuss how well it did in defining the genre/conventions of the show, introducing its characters, how well it informed the series plot, and how well it hooked us to watch more!

Village of the Giants towers over Adam and Chris, demanding they talk about Jim Begg, Andy Griffith, Warwick Davis, Bert I. Gordon, and Frank Zappa.

This week Mister Big joins Freckles and Jenga to talk about stepping back.    Sometimes in the Lifestyle as in life it comes time to take a step back. And that's what we're doing. There's a lot of things going on that make committing to the podcast on a weekly basis increasingly difficult. So we've decided that it is time to take a break. We love doing the show and we love all of you. We'll be back soon. Until then, there's these: National Coalition for Sexual Freedom Consent Summit (link) And this: Bond Sensual Oil (link) It is the realest of deals.   Production Note: A special thank you goes out to our Patreon Patrons for your donations during our journey to this point. There won't be any charges for episodes while we're on hiatus, but please stick around, we'll be back. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Your support has kept us going! Until June, Love, Miss Jenga and Freckles!

This week Mister Big is back to talk about what's next...      Production Note: A special thank you goes out to our Patreon Patrons this week as we recorded on cables purchased entirely with donated funds. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Please consider supporting The O Face Podcast with a $1/episode pledge at Patreon, your support keeps us going! Love, Miss Jenga and Freckles!