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Diana and Renee dive into the gripping Season 3 finale of Dark Winds, titled Béésh Łį́į́ (Iron Horse). They break down the emotional confrontations, character growth, and stunning moments that brought the season to a close. Joe and Chee's intense showdown at the train station takes center stage, while Bernadette's arc shows her strength and independence — proving she didn't need anyone to save her. Diana and Renee also reflect on the season's themes of heartbreak, healing, and personal reckoning. You'll also hear about an exciting Walking Dead convention, personal stories about life's small pivotal moments, and why telling Native stories deeply matters. Plus, they wrap up with thoughtful insights and TV and movie recommendations to keep your watchlist fresh. Timestamps: 00:00 – Introduction and Podcast Updates 00:29 – Walking Dead Convention Highlights 02:18 – Dark Winds Season Finale Discussion 03:17 – Bernadette's Storyline and Character Development 06:30 – Joe and Chee's Showdown at the Train Station 14:10 – Themes of Heartbreak and Healing 26:39 – Season Recap and Future Expectations 27:48 – Excitement for the Next Season 28:35 – Reflecting on the Season's Success 31:09 – Question of the Day: Small Moments, Big Impact 35:36 – TV and Movie Recommendations 37:59 – The Last of Us Discussion 43:14 – More TV and Movie Recommendations 48:22 – Renee's Writing and Final Thoughts TV & Movie Recs We Mentioned: Running Point (Netflix) Missing You (Netflix) The Glass Dome (Netflix) Your Friends & Neighbors (Apple TV) The Last of Us (Max) The Stolen Girl (Hulu/Freeform) Good Girls (Netflix) The Accountant 2 (In Theaters) The Last Stop in Yuma County (Paramount+) Havoc (Netflix) Renee Hansen:  https://linktr.ee/renee.hansen  https://reneehansen.journoportfolio.com                         Follow and subscribe to Screens in Focus. Website: www.screensinfocus.com Email: screensinfocus@gmail.com  X https://x.com/screensinfocus Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/screensinfocuspodcast/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/screensinfocus  Feedback and TV/Movie Recommendations:    Google voice (669) 223-8542‬  Free background music from JewelBeat.com: www.jewelbeat.com

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Tante Marie's chateau of delights. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn't wait. Having been cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to explore the world, well northern France at least. We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn't mean castle. It in fact means a gentleman's residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge.I had never met Tante Marise, nor stayed in a chateau, draw bridge or no draw bridge. France was a very formal place in the 60's, actually it still is, so Aunt Marise was always addressed as Tante, or Tante Marise: never, ever simply as Marise, way too sloppy for the linguistically pedantic French. Although, interestingly enough, we did use the familiar tu, rather than the more formal vous form. One of those interesting vagaries of Roman languages. Actually Tante Marise now lived in one wing of the chateau as the place was enormous and, even in the 60's, quite unmanageable for a single family, so it had been divided into three, still substantial, homes. The building was massively imposing. A classic Somme chateau with a hugely impressive double staircase to the centre section and two wings. Tante Marise lived in one of the wings and the rest had been sold off, but the land, an apple orchard, had remained in the family, largely for the private production of Calvados, which is the French word for brandy. As I recall, in those days, you were allowed to make a certain amount of Calvados without a permit, as long as it was for private consumption, but definitely not for sale. My late lamented uncle Cyril had applied a certain French flexibility to the rules and there were stashes of this magic potion all over the farm. The interest of the authorities had been distracted by his throwing of lavish boozing sessions with the local constables. Alas Uncle Maurice had passed away and I surmised that my board and lodging was something of a quid pro quo for helping with the harvest. I was only nineteen, so hard work didn't worry me and besides they had one of those magnificent 60s French bicycles I could use in my spare time. It was a Solex bicycle or something similar. It had a simple motor that you lowered with a lever onto the front tyre and no longer had to pedal. I could use it to go to the village or wherever I liked. It would never have crossed my mind to borrow the car any more than it would have crossed hers to offer it. That was not the way things happened then. The great day came and the details of how I got to Tante Marise's chateau are lost to the mists of time but arrive I did. My first introduction to her was of her grasping me by the shoulders, pulling me towards her and planting several kisses on each cheek, an uncommon greeting in England at the time, but very pleasant. She was petite, with short dark hair and very square glasses. She was also younger than I expected. I never knew her age but I calculated it to be late thirties and I remember being surprised at how neat and trim her figure was, but most of all, how obvious her breasts were. They had actually contacted my chest during her enthusiastic greeting, which had been a delight. Cyril & Marise had never had children and always enjoyed the visits from their nephews and nieces. Why it had taken so long for the English side of the family to visit is uncertain, but the recent visit was probably prompted by my impending university course studying French literature I settled in and tried speaking French, probably with mixed success. Tante Marise herself was French, spoke pretty good English, but with that delightfully sexy French accent made famous many years later by the TV programme ‘Allo 'Allo. However, part of the reason for my stay was to get my conversational French fluent, so she only allowed us to speak English after supper and, as no-one else on the farm spoke English, it was going to be a valuable experience. It was a typically hot summer and Tante Marise liked to wear very light clothing, so my young eyes could hardly avert my gaze from her very obvious breasts. They were made all the more noticeable because of her habit of not wearing a bra. This was a completely new trend at that time and usually only observed on the Riviera. Not so with Tante Marise, whenever she bent over in the orchards or the kitchen, her pendulous breasts undulated in the most delightful fashion and, I have to confess, featured heavily in my nocturnal fantasies. Occasionally the farm foreman would come to supper and, after finishing off their meal with a glass of calvados, they would head to the 'Bureau' to discuss business. Antoine was a giant of a man with huge hands, a great shock of white hair and a magnificent moustache, the kind you only ever see now in caricatures of French moustaches. On these occasions I was left alone in the parlor to watch TV. French TV back in those days was much more risqué than its English equivalent and I was often treated to pictures of naked ladies, admittedly usually a rear view, but totally naked all the same. How did the actor who was facing her cope with the pleasant distraction? He must have seen everything! And everything was beyond my wildest dreams. We must remember that this was the sixties, no internet and certainly no porn or even explicit magazines. I really can't remember what we called female genitalia back then but it probably wasn't as nice as my newly acquired French word, foufoune, or pussie; so I will use that. One evening, when Tante Marise and Antoine were in the 'Bureau' discussing business, I got so worked up by a really sexy French film, featuring a totally naked couple, that I made my way to my room to relieve the tension that the characters on screen had induced in my teenage penis or 'ma bitte', which means ‘my dick', as I had heard the actors calling it. The route to my room took me past the 'Bureau' and whatever they were discussing, it had little or nothing to do with the running of the farm. Remember, I was only nineteen and had been at a boys' boarding school for the last five years. I had no knowledge of sex whatsoever, except the purely mechanical process from biology lessons. The penis enters the vagina, semen flows, fertilisation takes place, et voilá, reproduction! The detail of what sex might actually be like was still a mystery and, I imagined, still several years in the future. The world was a much more naive place back then: much more. I had never even seen a picture of a naked woman, let alone seen a real one, and my knowledge of breasts was limited to pictures in Health & Efficiency magazine, which was popular at the time. Now, for the first time ever in my young life, I was hearing sounds that I only thought I understood. Tante Marise was using French words I hadn't learned yet and so was Antoine! Their breathless exchanges along with the rhythmic squeaking sounds of the 'Bureau's day couch were seriously erotic. Was this what fucking sounded like in real life? Was Antoine actually fucking Tante Marise? My, already eager, cock certainly thought so. Just the other side of the door I could imagine Tante Marise, blouse open, those magnificent tits on display, lying back on the day couch with her legs spread wide, welcoming Antoine's cock in her foufoune! Antoine for his part, I imagined, was clasping her naked buttocks in his giant hands as he thrust into her with rapidly mounting excitement. Fuck this was sexy! I stayed as long as I dared, getting more and more excited with this unexpected introduction to the magic sounds of copulation. I could hear their breathing becoming more rapid, their words of encouragement getting louder, the squeaking rhythm accelerating and yes: I came in my pants! I had hardly touched my cock but the sounds of two people actually fucking only a few feet away, combined with my boyish imagination, was more than I could stand. I hurried to my room to inspect the damage. Wow, what a lot of cum! It had already soaked through from my pants and there was a large wet patch on the front of my trousers. What to do? I didn't normally go to bed this early and I certainly could not go back to the parlor in these trousers. I decided that getting into my pyjamas and going back down would be the best course of action, but first I put on clean under pants to keep my cock firmly locked up. Back in the TV room Tante Marise reappeared after I heard her show Antoine out with a cheery, “À la prochaine.” Or, until next time. What? There was going to be a next time? Were they going to do it again? Anyway, she sat down beside me, made some comment about my getting ready for bed early and we watched the TV. I could not stop my mind from wandering. She didn't look any different! But she'd just been fucking! How could this be? She had just clearly enjoyed having Antoine thrusting between her thighs, an experience that I could only imagine, and here she sat as if nothing had happened. In fact, she seemed quite relaxed and serene, even. I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not this degree of blasé normality. It was just as well that I had pants on under my PJs because, try as I might, my mind kept wandering back to the scene I had just overheard. My first real encounter with sex. OK so I only overheard them having sex, but the memory was enough to give me another erection: oh the power of recovery of the teenager! As soon as possible I made my excuses and went to my room. I took off my PJs and pants and lay down on my back, stark naked, with my second erection of the evening. I felt the breeze from the open window playing on my naked body and, as the air wafted over my cock, and armed with a hanky, I set about re-playing the scene over and over in my mind. Her naked breasts, what were they like to touch? Her foufoune, what did it look like? Antoine's hands on her bum as he thrust into her, what did that feel like? For him? For her? So many questions, so many vivid thoughts and then, as I continued to bring myself to orgasm, as slowly as possible, so as to prolong the enjoyment, the sensations started again and I knew I was about to cum. A few more strokes and I came, not as much as earlier, but a thoroughly good, satisfying, cum none the less. I cannot remember how often that memory played out in my mind over the coming days, but it was not infrequent! I could hardly wait until the following week, when I hoped there would be a repeat performance. For some reason the thought of Antoine's massive hands clutching her pert little bottom still produces a stirring all these years later. The harvest continued in the blazing summer sun and we always returned to the chateau hot and sweaty. At the end of the corridor was the bathroom, which contained a magnificent, if somewhat antiquated, shower. Not one of those modern contraptions but something with more taps and valves than a First World War Submarine. It may have been antiquated but it was fantastically efficient. There were four vertical spray bars, with their independent controls and a drench overhead that produced a virtual tsunami. It was great for cooling off after a day in the orchards, turn the whole contraption on cold and walk in. COLD, yes: Freezing? Nearly: but enormously refreshing and, much to my surprise, nearly always produced an erection which, as a teenager, I freely confess, I almost never wasted when I got back to my room. The day's work done, and getting ready for supper, I headed for my room, stripped off and wound a towel around my waist. What happened next changed my life, quite literally. I was half way along the corridor when the bathroom door opened. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was the totally naked form of Tante Marise. The incident, although it lasted only a few seconds, stays with me yet. Unfortunately the bathroom window was right behind the door, so a silhouette was nearly all I saw, but there was enough detail to see that girls have hair 'down there.' Not to mention that naked, unfettered, breasts have a motion all their own. Taken by surprise, I turned politely to avert my gaze and Tante Marise, retreated into the bathroom, only to emerge a few seconds later, modestly wrapped in a large towel. We crossed in the corridor and she muttered. “Désolé.” Désolé! Why was she sorry for one of the most exciting moments of my young life. My embarrassment was only compounded buy my automatic response. “De rien!” It's nothing! Nothing! I had just seen my first full frontal naked female and said that it was nothing! I had been so embarrassed, I hadn't had time to think, so I scurried into the bathroom, turned on all elements of the shower to full cold, dived in and set to work on the erection that the combined effects of the cold water and the image of a totally naked Tante Marise had produced. We overcame our embarrassment at supper by ignoring the incident and settled down to watch TV afterwards. Antoine had not reappeared and over a week had passed. What a disappointment! I was not going to be treated to episode two of 'Tante Marise enjoys a noisy shag.' Oh well, the flash of her naked body had made up for it and surely one orgasm an evening should be enough for any teenager, or maybe just one more when I get back upstairs? This particular night produced another film in the series that had so affected me the previous week. More French erotica! But this time sitting next to Tante Marise, which made my excitement much harder to conceal. As the plot developed it was quite clear that our heroine was about to seduce her co-star. Their clothes had been shed and the obligatory rear view of a naked woman advancing on her lucky prey, filled the screen. They were clearly just about to fuck. This was getting difficult to deal with. I had not long ago seen Tante Marise in just such a state, but from the front. The whole thing, hair and all! But sitting next to her, watching this level of sexual activity had caused a predictable response from my young 'bitte'. It is very easy to forget how little it takes to provoke an erection in the sexually inexperienced. Just as the sex act was about to take place, Tante Marise placed her hand on my knee, leaned forwards, turned and looked into my eyes with a beguiling smile and said. “ Un peu racé, non?” A little racy? This was torrid beyond my wildest dreams. Then she stunned me by taking my hand and placing it on her covered breast. Not another word was spoken, she just lifted my hand and put it there. OK she had on a loose dress, but no bra. My first experience of an adult female breast. I probably made a mess of it, but it was so exciting, warm, soft and pliable with that little hard bud on the end. What is happening? I would like to say that I played expertly with it, but that would not be true. In the actual event I summoned up all my courage and slid my hand in through the opening at the front of her dress. I touched a naked breast for the first time, and lightly ran my open palm over her nipple. It is hard to imagine now, after a lifetime of sexual activity, how exciting this was. Tante Marise, meanwhile slid her hand from my knee up towards my groin. I do not know if I was normal or not, but stories of boys first time sexual encounters lasting for ages, or even minutes, just do not ring true to me. I am fondling my first breast and Tante Marise is sliding her hand up my fully clothed thigh. It got as far as my crotch, only just lightly brushed over my cock: the tension was unbearable. I came! She must have sensed the spasm of my orgasm as she leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and said. “I think it is time you to go to your room.” The next morning at breakfast I just didn't know where to look. I had stroked Tante Marise's naked breasts the previous evening and had orgasmed in front of her. She was totally unabashed about the incident and even teased me by asking, “So you had the pleasant dreams, no?” The harvest progressed in the incessant heat. Showers were taken after the hot sweaty work, but the vision of a naked Tante Marise was never repeated. More TV programmes were watched, seldom as racy as that fateful night, but some were pretty hot. By now we had reached a comfortable arrangement. If the film got raunchy she would take my hand and place it on her breast while allowing her hand to find its way to my crotch and I had mustered enough self control not to ejaculate on the spot. To be honest, usually by bringing myself off before going to the parlor to watch TV. On my final evening, during a film, while I was fondling her breast and getting more and more excited, she completely threw me by asking directly. “How is it that you like to make the masturbations?” The French language can be a little direct sometimes. After the usual blustering and denials, she chided me by telling me that it was 'healthy to make the masturbations.' Her openness on matters sexual left me aghast. I eventually admitted that I did it lying on my back on my bed, with a hanky to make sure I didn't leave a mark on the bedding. My admission was met with one word, “Viens, which means come.” She took my hand and stood up. I had to idea where this was leading but I had high hopes and so did my erection. We passed the Bureau, and climbed the stairs, we went past her room and along the corridor past mine, all the way to the bathroom at the end. She opened the door and ushered me ahead of her, allowing the door to close behind us. She set the knobs and levers of the WWI Submarine which sprang into life, at which point she stood right in front of me, slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Tante Marise dressed only in panties! Dressed only in panties, but not for long. She looked up at me with that wonderful smile and lowered them to the floor. I couldn't help staring at the luxuriant dark triangle between her legs. Triangle, breasts, triangle, face, triangle! My eyes went berserk. “Viens, viens. Clothes off!” I struggled to get my clothes off with any degree of finesse, and getting my pants off, over my raging erection, while under the direct gaze of Tante Marise felt, as the French say, bizarre. Then there I was naked, standing beside my first totally naked female, who was also the first person ever to see my penis erect and erect it certainly was, the tip was all but touching my navel. “This is special.” She said, as she took me by the hand and lead me into the steaming torrent. Water cascaded everywhere as she directed a soaping operation. We soaped each other under her expert instructions. I soaped her back and felt the glorious sensation of my hands flowing over her buttocks. She returned the pleasure. I never realized how sexy it felt when your buttocks got a soapy wash. I could hardly wait to get to her breasts, they felt completely different with the water and soap flowing freely. Her nipples felt larger and definitely harder. She also allowed my hand to wander into the luxuriant triangle between her legs. I really had only the vaguest idea of what I would find there. Biology books are not that informative, but the biggest surprise was to find that my finger slipped easily into her foufoune, which was unexpectedly slippery and welcoming. I was extremely careful not to touch my cock and desperately hoped she would not touch it either, or I would cum on the spot. I just wanted this to go on for as long as possible. It could not last for ever though, and eventually she maneuvered behind me with a hand full of soap, rubbed it gently over my chest and stomach getting tantalizingly lower with each pass. She pressed up against me and I felt the roughness of her mysterious dark triangle against my thigh. She stood on tip toes and breathed into my ear. “Now you relax.” Her hand, full of soap, gently surrounded my cock and pulled the foreskin back with tantalizing slowness. This was not going to last for long, the build up had been too much. Try as I might, there was no stopping that primal sensation. As she continued her expert manipulations, the sensation started low in my legs and climbed up the inside of my thighs. I had only had this feeling rarely but I knew it was soon to end in a sensational orgasm and this time it was no different. My cock started pulsating in her hand as my young muscles squirted cum violently into the shower. “Boom, boom, boom!” She exclaimed with each new ejaculation. “That is how to make the masturbations, no?” And kissed me on the back of the neck. “Now you soap me the bum very slowly.” I did what I was told but, standing behind I couldn't resist a breast as well. As I soaped away she seemed to take rather a long time and a great deal of care soaping her mysterious dark triangle. After a few minutes she gave a little shudder that I did not understand at the time and we left the shower together. As I lay naked on my bed that night I noticed how brown my legs and chest were compared to my midriff and suddenly realised that Tante Marise was nearly the same colour all over: no contrasting white bits! The thought of what had just happened and her sunbathing in the nude provided the fuel for the final 'masturbations' of the family part of my summer holiday. The next day I departed for the south coast, and Barcelona, to further my informal studies. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica.

Tante Marie's chateau of delights. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn't wait. Having been cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to explore the world, well northern France at least. We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn't mean castle. It in fact means a gentleman's residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge.I had never met Tante Marise, nor stayed in a chateau, draw bridge or no draw bridge. France was a very formal place in the 60's, actually it still is, so Aunt Marise was always addressed as Tante, or Tante Marise: never, ever simply as Marise, way too sloppy for the linguistically pedantic French. Although, interestingly enough, we did use the familiar tu, rather than the more formal vous form. One of those interesting vagaries of Roman languages. Actually Tante Marise now lived in one wing of the chateau as the place was enormous and, even in the 60's, quite unmanageable for a single family, so it had been divided into three, still substantial, homes. The building was massively imposing. A classic Somme chateau with a hugely impressive double staircase to the centre section and two wings. Tante Marise lived in one of the wings and the rest had been sold off, but the land, an apple orchard, had remained in the family, largely for the private production of Calvados, which is the French word for brandy. As I recall, in those days, you were allowed to make a certain amount of Calvados without a permit, as long as it was for private consumption, but definitely not for sale. My late lamented uncle Cyril had applied a certain French flexibility to the rules and there were stashes of this magic potion all over the farm. The interest of the authorities had been distracted by his throwing of lavish boozing sessions with the local constables. Alas Uncle Maurice had passed away and I surmised that my board and lodging was something of a quid pro quo for helping with the harvest. I was only nineteen, so hard work didn't worry me and besides they had one of those magnificent 60s French bicycles I could use in my spare time. It was a Solex bicycle or something similar. It had a simple motor that you lowered with a lever onto the front tyre and no longer had to pedal. I could use it to go to the village or wherever I liked. It would never have crossed my mind to borrow the car any more than it would have crossed hers to offer it. That was not the way things happened then. The great day came and the details of how I got to Tante Marise's chateau are lost to the mists of time but arrive I did. My first introduction to her was of her grasping me by the shoulders, pulling me towards her and planting several kisses on each cheek, an uncommon greeting in England at the time, but very pleasant. She was petite, with short dark hair and very square glasses. She was also younger than I expected. I never knew her age but I calculated it to be late thirties and I remember being surprised at how neat and trim her figure was, but most of all, how obvious her breasts were. They had actually contacted my chest during her enthusiastic greeting, which had been a delight. Cyril & Marise had never had children and always enjoyed the visits from their nephews and nieces. Why it had taken so long for the English side of the family to visit is uncertain, but the recent visit was probably prompted by my impending university course studying French literature I settled in and tried speaking French, probably with mixed success. Tante Marise herself was French, spoke pretty good English, but with that delightfully sexy French accent made famous many years later by the TV programme ‘Allo 'Allo. However, part of the reason for my stay was to get my conversational French fluent, so she only allowed us to speak English after supper and, as no-one else on the farm spoke English, it was going to be a valuable experience. It was a typically hot summer and Tante Marise liked to wear very light clothing, so my young eyes could hardly avert my gaze from her very obvious breasts. They were made all the more noticeable because of her habit of not wearing a bra. This was a completely new trend at that time and usually only observed on the Riviera. Not so with Tante Marise, whenever she bent over in the orchards or the kitchen, her pendulous breasts undulated in the most delightful fashion and, I have to confess, featured heavily in my nocturnal fantasies. Occasionally the farm foreman would come to supper and, after finishing off their meal with a glass of calvados, they would head to the 'Bureau' to discuss business. Antoine was a giant of a man with huge hands, a great shock of white hair and a magnificent moustache, the kind you only ever see now in caricatures of French moustaches. On these occasions I was left alone in the parlor to watch TV. French TV back in those days was much more risqué than its English equivalent and I was often treated to pictures of naked ladies, admittedly usually a rear view, but totally naked all the same. How did the actor who was facing her cope with the pleasant distraction? He must have seen everything! And everything was beyond my wildest dreams. We must remember that this was the sixties, no internet and certainly no porn or even explicit magazines. I really can't remember what we called female genitalia back then but it probably wasn't as nice as my newly acquired French word, foufoune, or pussie; so I will use that. One evening, when Tante Marise and Antoine were in the 'Bureau' discussing business, I got so worked up by a really sexy French film, featuring a totally naked couple, that I made my way to my room to relieve the tension that the characters on screen had induced in my teenage penis or 'ma bitte', which means ‘my dick', as I had heard the actors calling it. The route to my room took me past the 'Bureau' and whatever they were discussing, it had little or nothing to do with the running of the farm. Remember, I was only nineteen and had been at a boys' boarding school for the last five years. I had no knowledge of sex whatsoever, except the purely mechanical process from biology lessons. The penis enters the vagina, semen flows, fertilisation takes place, et voilá, reproduction! The detail of what sex might actually be like was still a mystery and, I imagined, still several years in the future. The world was a much more naive place back then: much more. I had never even seen a picture of a naked woman, let alone seen a real one, and my knowledge of breasts was limited to pictures in Health & Efficiency magazine, which was popular at the time. Now, for the first time ever in my young life, I was hearing sounds that I only thought I understood. Tante Marise was using French words I hadn't learned yet and so was Antoine! Their breathless exchanges along with the rhythmic squeaking sounds of the 'Bureau's day couch were seriously erotic. Was this what fucking sounded like in real life? Was Antoine actually fucking Tante Marise? My, already eager, cock certainly thought so. Just the other side of the door I could imagine Tante Marise, blouse open, those magnificent tits on display, lying back on the day couch with her legs spread wide, welcoming Antoine's cock in her foufoune! Antoine for his part, I imagined, was clasping her naked buttocks in his giant hands as he thrust into her with rapidly mounting excitement. Fuck this was sexy! I stayed as long as I dared, getting more and more excited with this unexpected introduction to the magic sounds of copulation. I could hear their breathing becoming more rapid, their words of encouragement getting louder, the squeaking rhythm accelerating and yes: I came in my pants! I had hardly touched my cock but the sounds of two people actually fucking only a few feet away, combined with my boyish imagination, was more than I could stand. I hurried to my room to inspect the damage. Wow, what a lot of cum! It had already soaked through from my pants and there was a large wet patch on the front of my trousers. What to do? I didn't normally go to bed this early and I certainly could not go back to the parlor in these trousers. I decided that getting into my pyjamas and going back down would be the best course of action, but first I put on clean under pants to keep my cock firmly locked up. Back in the TV room Tante Marise reappeared after I heard her show Antoine out with a cheery, “À la prochaine.” Or, until next time. What? There was going to be a next time? Were they going to do it again? Anyway, she sat down beside me, made some comment about my getting ready for bed early and we watched the TV. I could not stop my mind from wandering. She didn't look any different! But she'd just been fucking! How could this be? She had just clearly enjoyed having Antoine thrusting between her thighs, an experience that I could only imagine, and here she sat as if nothing had happened. In fact, she seemed quite relaxed and serene, even. I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not this degree of blasé normality. It was just as well that I had pants on under my PJs because, try as I might, my mind kept wandering back to the scene I had just overheard. My first real encounter with sex. OK so I only overheard them having sex, but the memory was enough to give me another erection: oh the power of recovery of the teenager! As soon as possible I made my excuses and went to my room. I took off my PJs and pants and lay down on my back, stark naked, with my second erection of the evening. I felt the breeze from the open window playing on my naked body and, as the air wafted over my cock, and armed with a hanky, I set about re-playing the scene over and over in my mind. Her naked breasts, what were they like to touch? Her foufoune, what did it look like? Antoine's hands on her bum as he thrust into her, what did that feel like? For him? For her? So many questions, so many vivid thoughts and then, as I continued to bring myself to orgasm, as slowly as possible, so as to prolong the enjoyment, the sensations started again and I knew I was about to cum. A few more strokes and I came, not as much as earlier, but a thoroughly good, satisfying, cum none the less. I cannot remember how often that memory played out in my mind over the coming days, but it was not infrequent! I could hardly wait until the following week, when I hoped there would be a repeat performance. For some reason the thought of Antoine's massive hands clutching her pert little bottom still produces a stirring all these years later. The harvest continued in the blazing summer sun and we always returned to the chateau hot and sweaty. At the end of the corridor was the bathroom, which contained a magnificent, if somewhat antiquated, shower. Not one of those modern contraptions but something with more taps and valves than a First World War Submarine. It may have been antiquated but it was fantastically efficient. There were four vertical spray bars, with their independent controls and a drench overhead that produced a virtual tsunami. It was great for cooling off after a day in the orchards, turn the whole contraption on cold and walk in. COLD, yes: Freezing? Nearly: but enormously refreshing and, much to my surprise, nearly always produced an erection which, as a teenager, I freely confess, I almost never wasted when I got back to my room. The day's work done, and getting ready for supper, I headed for my room, stripped off and wound a towel around my waist. What happened next changed my life, quite literally. I was half way along the corridor when the bathroom door opened. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was the totally naked form of Tante Marise. The incident, although it lasted only a few seconds, stays with me yet. Unfortunately the bathroom window was right behind the door, so a silhouette was nearly all I saw, but there was enough detail to see that girls have hair 'down there.' Not to mention that naked, unfettered, breasts have a motion all their own. Taken by surprise, I turned politely to avert my gaze and Tante Marise, retreated into the bathroom, only to emerge a few seconds later, modestly wrapped in a large towel. We crossed in the corridor and she muttered. “Désolé.” Désolé! Why was she sorry for one of the most exciting moments of my young life. My embarrassment was only compounded buy my automatic response. “De rien!” It's nothing! Nothing! I had just seen my first full frontal naked female and said that it was nothing! I had been so embarrassed, I hadn't had time to think, so I scurried into the bathroom, turned on all elements of the shower to full cold, dived in and set to work on the erection that the combined effects of the cold water and the image of a totally naked Tante Marise had produced. We overcame our embarrassment at supper by ignoring the incident and settled down to watch TV afterwards. Antoine had not reappeared and over a week had passed. What a disappointment! I was not going to be treated to episode two of 'Tante Marise enjoys a noisy shag.' Oh well, the flash of her naked body had made up for it and surely one orgasm an evening should be enough for any teenager, or maybe just one more when I get back upstairs? This particular night produced another film in the series that had so affected me the previous week. More French erotica! But this time sitting next to Tante Marise, which made my excitement much harder to conceal. As the plot developed it was quite clear that our heroine was about to seduce her co-star. Their clothes had been shed and the obligatory rear view of a naked woman advancing on her lucky prey, filled the screen. They were clearly just about to fuck. This was getting difficult to deal with. I had not long ago seen Tante Marise in just such a state, but from the front. The whole thing, hair and all! But sitting next to her, watching this level of sexual activity had caused a predictable response from my young 'bitte'. It is very easy to forget how little it takes to provoke an erection in the sexually inexperienced. Just as the sex act was about to take place, Tante Marise placed her hand on my knee, leaned forwards, turned and looked into my eyes with a beguiling smile and said. “ Un peu racé, non?” A little racy? This was torrid beyond my wildest dreams. Then she stunned me by taking my hand and placing it on her covered breast. Not another word was spoken, she just lifted my hand and put it there. OK she had on a loose dress, but no bra. My first experience of an adult female breast. I probably made a mess of it, but it was so exciting, warm, soft and pliable with that little hard bud on the end. What is happening? I would like to say that I played expertly with it, but that would not be true. In the actual event I summoned up all my courage and slid my hand in through the opening at the front of her dress. I touched a naked breast for the first time, and lightly ran my open palm over her nipple. It is hard to imagine now, after a lifetime of sexual activity, how exciting this was. Tante Marise, meanwhile slid her hand from my knee up towards my groin. I do not know if I was normal or not, but stories of boys first time sexual encounters lasting for ages, or even minutes, just do not ring true to me. I am fondling my first breast and Tante Marise is sliding her hand up my fully clothed thigh. It got as far as my crotch, only just lightly brushed over my cock: the tension was unbearable. I came! She must have sensed the spasm of my orgasm as she leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and said. “I think it is time you to go to your room.” The next morning at breakfast I just didn't know where to look. I had stroked Tante Marise's naked breasts the previous evening and had orgasmed in front of her. She was totally unabashed about the incident and even teased me by asking, “So you had the pleasant dreams, no?” The harvest progressed in the incessant heat. Showers were taken after the hot sweaty work, but the vision of a naked Tante Marise was never repeated. More TV programmes were watched, seldom as racy as that fateful night, but some were pretty hot. By now we had reached a comfortable arrangement. If the film got raunchy she would take my hand and place it on her breast while allowing her hand to find its way to my crotch and I had mustered enough self control not to ejaculate on the spot. To be honest, usually by bringing myself off before going to the parlor to watch TV. On my final evening, during a film, while I was fondling her breast and getting more and more excited, she completely threw me by asking directly. “How is it that you like to make the masturbations?” The French language can be a little direct sometimes. After the usual blustering and denials, she chided me by telling me that it was 'healthy to make the masturbations.' Her openness on matters sexual left me aghast. I eventually admitted that I did it lying on my back on my bed, with a hanky to make sure I didn't leave a mark on the bedding. My admission was met with one word, “Viens, which means come.” She took my hand and stood up. I had to idea where this was leading but I had high hopes and so did my erection. We passed the Bureau, and climbed the stairs, we went past her room and along the corridor past mine, all the way to the bathroom at the end. She opened the door and ushered me ahead of her, allowing the door to close behind us. She set the knobs and levers of the WWI Submarine which sprang into life, at which point she stood right in front of me, slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Tante Marise dressed only in panties! Dressed only in panties, but not for long. She looked up at me with that wonderful smile and lowered them to the floor. I couldn't help staring at the luxuriant dark triangle between her legs. Triangle, breasts, triangle, face, triangle! My eyes went berserk. “Viens, viens. Clothes off!” I struggled to get my clothes off with any degree of finesse, and getting my pants off, over my raging erection, while under the direct gaze of Tante Marise felt, as the French say, bizarre. Then there I was naked, standing beside my first totally naked female, who was also the first person ever to see my penis erect and erect it certainly was, the tip was all but touching my navel. “This is special.” She said, as she took me by the hand and lead me into the steaming torrent. Water cascaded everywhere as she directed a soaping operation. We soaped each other under her expert instructions. I soaped her back and felt the glorious sensation of my hands flowing over her buttocks. She returned the pleasure. I never realized how sexy it felt when your buttocks got a soapy wash. I could hardly wait to get to her breasts, they felt completely different with the water and soap flowing freely. Her nipples felt larger and definitely harder. She also allowed my hand to wander into the luxuriant triangle between her legs. I really had only the vaguest idea of what I would find there. Biology books are not that informative, but the biggest surprise was to find that my finger slipped easily into her foufoune, which was unexpectedly slippery and welcoming. I was extremely careful not to touch my cock and desperately hoped she would not touch it either, or I would cum on the spot. I just wanted this to go on for as long as possible. It could not last for ever though, and eventually she maneuvered behind me with a hand full of soap, rubbed it gently over my chest and stomach getting tantalizingly lower with each pass. She pressed up against me and I felt the roughness of her mysterious dark triangle against my thigh. She stood on tip toes and breathed into my ear. “Now you relax.” Her hand, full of soap, gently surrounded my cock and pulled the foreskin back with tantalizing slowness. This was not going to last for long, the build up had been too much. Try as I might, there was no stopping that primal sensation. As she continued her expert manipulations, the sensation started low in my legs and climbed up the inside of my thighs. I had only had this feeling rarely but I knew it was soon to end in a sensational orgasm and this time it was no different. My cock started pulsating in her hand as my young muscles squirted cum violently into the shower. “Boom, boom, boom!” She exclaimed with each new ejaculation. “That is how to make the masturbations, no?” And kissed me on the back of the neck. “Now you soap me the bum very slowly.” I did what I was told but, standing behind I couldn't resist a breast as well. As I soaped away she seemed to take rather a long time and a great deal of care soaping her mysterious dark triangle. After a few minutes she gave a little shudder that I did not understand at the time and we left the shower together. As I lay naked on my bed that night I noticed how brown my legs and chest were compared to my midriff and suddenly realised that Tante Marise was nearly the same colour all over: no contrasting white bits! The thought of what had just happened and her sunbathing in the nude provided the fuel for the final 'masturbations' of the family part of my summer holiday. The next day I departed for the south coast, and Barcelona, to further my informal studies. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica.

Tante Marie's chateau of delights. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn't wait. Having been cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to explore the world, well northern France at least. We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn't mean castle. It in fact means a gentleman's residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge.I had never met Tante Marise, nor stayed in a chateau, draw bridge or no draw bridge. France was a very formal place in the 60's, actually it still is, so Aunt Marise was always addressed as Tante, or Tante Marise: never, ever simply as Marise, way too sloppy for the linguistically pedantic French. Although, interestingly enough, we did use the familiar tu, rather than the more formal vous form. One of those interesting vagaries of Roman languages. Actually Tante Marise now lived in one wing of the chateau as the place was enormous and, even in the 60's, quite unmanageable for a single family, so it had been divided into three, still substantial, homes. The building was massively imposing. A classic Somme chateau with a hugely impressive double staircase to the centre section and two wings. Tante Marise lived in one of the wings and the rest had been sold off, but the land, an apple orchard, had remained in the family, largely for the private production of Calvados, which is the French word for brandy. As I recall, in those days, you were allowed to make a certain amount of Calvados without a permit, as long as it was for private consumption, but definitely not for sale. My late lamented uncle Cyril had applied a certain French flexibility to the rules and there were stashes of this magic potion all over the farm. The interest of the authorities had been distracted by his throwing of lavish boozing sessions with the local constables. Alas Uncle Maurice had passed away and I surmised that my board and lodging was something of a quid pro quo for helping with the harvest. I was only nineteen, so hard work didn't worry me and besides they had one of those magnificent 60s French bicycles I could use in my spare time. It was a Solex bicycle or something similar. It had a simple motor that you lowered with a lever onto the front tyre and no longer had to pedal. I could use it to go to the village or wherever I liked. It would never have crossed my mind to borrow the car any more than it would have crossed hers to offer it. That was not the way things happened then. The great day came and the details of how I got to Tante Marise's chateau are lost to the mists of time but arrive I did. My first introduction to her was of her grasping me by the shoulders, pulling me towards her and planting several kisses on each cheek, an uncommon greeting in England at the time, but very pleasant. She was petite, with short dark hair and very square glasses. She was also younger than I expected. I never knew her age but I calculated it to be late thirties and I remember being surprised at how neat and trim her figure was, but most of all, how obvious her breasts were. They had actually contacted my chest during her enthusiastic greeting, which had been a delight. Cyril & Marise had never had children and always enjoyed the visits from their nephews and nieces. Why it had taken so long for the English side of the family to visit is uncertain, but the recent visit was probably prompted by my impending university course studying French literature I settled in and tried speaking French, probably with mixed success. Tante Marise herself was French, spoke pretty good English, but with that delightfully sexy French accent made famous many years later by the TV programme ‘Allo 'Allo. However, part of the reason for my stay was to get my conversational French fluent, so she only allowed us to speak English after supper and, as no-one else on the farm spoke English, it was going to be a valuable experience. It was a typically hot summer and Tante Marise liked to wear very light clothing, so my young eyes could hardly avert my gaze from her very obvious breasts. They were made all the more noticeable because of her habit of not wearing a bra. This was a completely new trend at that time and usually only observed on the Riviera. Not so with Tante Marise, whenever she bent over in the orchards or the kitchen, her pendulous breasts undulated in the most delightful fashion and, I have to confess, featured heavily in my nocturnal fantasies. Occasionally the farm foreman would come to supper and, after finishing off their meal with a glass of calvados, they would head to the 'Bureau' to discuss business. Antoine was a giant of a man with huge hands, a great shock of white hair and a magnificent moustache, the kind you only ever see now in caricatures of French moustaches. On these occasions I was left alone in the parlor to watch TV. French TV back in those days was much more risqué than its English equivalent and I was often treated to pictures of naked ladies, admittedly usually a rear view, but totally naked all the same. How did the actor who was facing her cope with the pleasant distraction? He must have seen everything! And everything was beyond my wildest dreams. We must remember that this was the sixties, no internet and certainly no porn or even explicit magazines. I really can't remember what we called female genitalia back then but it probably wasn't as nice as my newly acquired French word, foufoune, or pussie; so I will use that. One evening, when Tante Marise and Antoine were in the 'Bureau' discussing business, I got so worked up by a really sexy French film, featuring a totally naked couple, that I made my way to my room to relieve the tension that the characters on screen had induced in my teenage penis or 'ma bitte', which means ‘my dick', as I had heard the actors calling it. The route to my room took me past the 'Bureau' and whatever they were discussing, it had little or nothing to do with the running of the farm. Remember, I was only nineteen and had been at a boys' boarding school for the last five years. I had no knowledge of sex whatsoever, except the purely mechanical process from biology lessons. The penis enters the vagina, semen flows, fertilisation takes place, et voilá, reproduction! The detail of what sex might actually be like was still a mystery and, I imagined, still several years in the future. The world was a much more naive place back then: much more. I had never even seen a picture of a naked woman, let alone seen a real one, and my knowledge of breasts was limited to pictures in Health & Efficiency magazine, which was popular at the time. Now, for the first time ever in my young life, I was hearing sounds that I only thought I understood. Tante Marise was using French words I hadn't learned yet and so was Antoine! Their breathless exchanges along with the rhythmic squeaking sounds of the 'Bureau's day couch were seriously erotic. Was this what fucking sounded like in real life? Was Antoine actually fucking Tante Marise? My, already eager, cock certainly thought so. Just the other side of the door I could imagine Tante Marise, blouse open, those magnificent tits on display, lying back on the day couch with her legs spread wide, welcoming Antoine's cock in her foufoune! Antoine for his part, I imagined, was clasping her naked buttocks in his giant hands as he thrust into her with rapidly mounting excitement. Fuck this was sexy! I stayed as long as I dared, getting more and more excited with this unexpected introduction to the magic sounds of copulation. I could hear their breathing becoming more rapid, their words of encouragement getting louder, the squeaking rhythm accelerating and yes: I came in my pants! I had hardly touched my cock but the sounds of two people actually fucking only a few feet away, combined with my boyish imagination, was more than I could stand. I hurried to my room to inspect the damage. Wow, what a lot of cum! It had already soaked through from my pants and there was a large wet patch on the front of my trousers. What to do? I didn't normally go to bed this early and I certainly could not go back to the parlor in these trousers. I decided that getting into my pyjamas and going back down would be the best course of action, but first I put on clean under pants to keep my cock firmly locked up. Back in the TV room Tante Marise reappeared after I heard her show Antoine out with a cheery, “À la prochaine.” Or, until next time. What? There was going to be a next time? Were they going to do it again? Anyway, she sat down beside me, made some comment about my getting ready for bed early and we watched the TV. I could not stop my mind from wandering. She didn't look any different! But she'd just been fucking! How could this be? She had just clearly enjoyed having Antoine thrusting between her thighs, an experience that I could only imagine, and here she sat as if nothing had happened. In fact, she seemed quite relaxed and serene, even. I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not this degree of blasé normality. It was just as well that I had pants on under my PJs because, try as I might, my mind kept wandering back to the scene I had just overheard. My first real encounter with sex. OK so I only overheard them having sex, but the memory was enough to give me another erection: oh the power of recovery of the teenager! As soon as possible I made my excuses and went to my room. I took off my PJs and pants and lay down on my back, stark naked, with my second erection of the evening. I felt the breeze from the open window playing on my naked body and, as the air wafted over my cock, and armed with a hanky, I set about re-playing the scene over and over in my mind. Her naked breasts, what were they like to touch? Her foufoune, what did it look like? Antoine's hands on her bum as he thrust into her, what did that feel like? For him? For her? So many questions, so many vivid thoughts and then, as I continued to bring myself to orgasm, as slowly as possible, so as to prolong the enjoyment, the sensations started again and I knew I was about to cum. A few more strokes and I came, not as much as earlier, but a thoroughly good, satisfying, cum none the less. I cannot remember how often that memory played out in my mind over the coming days, but it was not infrequent! I could hardly wait until the following week, when I hoped there would be a repeat performance. For some reason the thought of Antoine's massive hands clutching her pert little bottom still produces a stirring all these years later. The harvest continued in the blazing summer sun and we always returned to the chateau hot and sweaty. At the end of the corridor was the bathroom, which contained a magnificent, if somewhat antiquated, shower. Not one of those modern contraptions but something with more taps and valves than a First World War Submarine. It may have been antiquated but it was fantastically efficient. There were four vertical spray bars, with their independent controls and a drench overhead that produced a virtual tsunami. It was great for cooling off after a day in the orchards, turn the whole contraption on cold and walk in. COLD, yes: Freezing? Nearly: but enormously refreshing and, much to my surprise, nearly always produced an erection which, as a teenager, I freely confess, I almost never wasted when I got back to my room. The day's work done, and getting ready for supper, I headed for my room, stripped off and wound a towel around my waist. What happened next changed my life, quite literally. I was half way along the corridor when the bathroom door opened. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was the totally naked form of Tante Marise. The incident, although it lasted only a few seconds, stays with me yet. Unfortunately the bathroom window was right behind the door, so a silhouette was nearly all I saw, but there was enough detail to see that girls have hair 'down there.' Not to mention that naked, unfettered, breasts have a motion all their own. Taken by surprise, I turned politely to avert my gaze and Tante Marise, retreated into the bathroom, only to emerge a few seconds later, modestly wrapped in a large towel. We crossed in the corridor and she muttered. “Désolé.” Désolé! Why was she sorry for one of the most exciting moments of my young life. My embarrassment was only compounded buy my automatic response. “De rien!” It's nothing! Nothing! I had just seen my first full frontal naked female and said that it was nothing! I had been so embarrassed, I hadn't had time to think, so I scurried into the bathroom, turned on all elements of the shower to full cold, dived in and set to work on the erection that the combined effects of the cold water and the image of a totally naked Tante Marise had produced. We overcame our embarrassment at supper by ignoring the incident and settled down to watch TV afterwards. Antoine had not reappeared and over a week had passed. What a disappointment! I was not going to be treated to episode two of 'Tante Marise enjoys a noisy shag.' Oh well, the flash of her naked body had made up for it and surely one orgasm an evening should be enough for any teenager, or maybe just one more when I get back upstairs? This particular night produced another film in the series that had so affected me the previous week. More French erotica! But this time sitting next to Tante Marise, which made my excitement much harder to conceal. As the plot developed it was quite clear that our heroine was about to seduce her co-star. Their clothes had been shed and the obligatory rear view of a naked woman advancing on her lucky prey, filled the screen. They were clearly just about to fuck. This was getting difficult to deal with. I had not long ago seen Tante Marise in just such a state, but from the front. The whole thing, hair and all! But sitting next to her, watching this level of sexual activity had caused a predictable response from my young 'bitte'. It is very easy to forget how little it takes to provoke an erection in the sexually inexperienced. Just as the sex act was about to take place, Tante Marise placed her hand on my knee, leaned forwards, turned and looked into my eyes with a beguiling smile and said. “ Un peu racé, non?” A little racy? This was torrid beyond my wildest dreams. Then she stunned me by taking my hand and placing it on her covered breast. Not another word was spoken, she just lifted my hand and put it there. OK she had on a loose dress, but no bra. My first experience of an adult female breast. I probably made a mess of it, but it was so exciting, warm, soft and pliable with that little hard bud on the end. What is happening? I would like to say that I played expertly with it, but that would not be true. In the actual event I summoned up all my courage and slid my hand in through the opening at the front of her dress. I touched a naked breast for the first time, and lightly ran my open palm over her nipple. It is hard to imagine now, after a lifetime of sexual activity, how exciting this was. Tante Marise, meanwhile slid her hand from my knee up towards my groin. I do not know if I was normal or not, but stories of boys first time sexual encounters lasting for ages, or even minutes, just do not ring true to me. I am fondling my first breast and Tante Marise is sliding her hand up my fully clothed thigh. It got as far as my crotch, only just lightly brushed over my cock: the tension was unbearable. I came! She must have sensed the spasm of my orgasm as she leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and said. “I think it is time you to go to your room.” The next morning at breakfast I just didn't know where to look. I had stroked Tante Marise's naked breasts the previous evening and had orgasmed in front of her. She was totally unabashed about the incident and even teased me by asking, “So you had the pleasant dreams, no?” The harvest progressed in the incessant heat. Showers were taken after the hot sweaty work, but the vision of a naked Tante Marise was never repeated. More TV programmes were watched, seldom as racy as that fateful night, but some were pretty hot. By now we had reached a comfortable arrangement. If the film got raunchy she would take my hand and place it on her breast while allowing her hand to find its way to my crotch and I had mustered enough self control not to ejaculate on the spot. To be honest, usually by bringing myself off before going to the parlor to watch TV. On my final evening, during a film, while I was fondling her breast and getting more and more excited, she completely threw me by asking directly. “How is it that you like to make the masturbations?” The French language can be a little direct sometimes. After the usual blustering and denials, she chided me by telling me that it was 'healthy to make the masturbations.' Her openness on matters sexual left me aghast. I eventually admitted that I did it lying on my back on my bed, with a hanky to make sure I didn't leave a mark on the bedding. My admission was met with one word, “Viens, which means come.” She took my hand and stood up. I had to idea where this was leading but I had high hopes and so did my erection. We passed the Bureau, and climbed the stairs, we went past her room and along the corridor past mine, all the way to the bathroom at the end. She opened the door and ushered me ahead of her, allowing the door to close behind us. She set the knobs and levers of the WWI Submarine which sprang into life, at which point she stood right in front of me, slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Tante Marise dressed only in panties! Dressed only in panties, but not for long. She looked up at me with that wonderful smile and lowered them to the floor. I couldn't help staring at the luxuriant dark triangle between her legs. Triangle, breasts, triangle, face, triangle! My eyes went berserk. “Viens, viens. Clothes off!” I struggled to get my clothes off with any degree of finesse, and getting my pants off, over my raging erection, while under the direct gaze of Tante Marise felt, as the French say, bizarre. Then there I was naked, standing beside my first totally naked female, who was also the first person ever to see my penis erect and erect it certainly was, the tip was all but touching my navel. “This is special.” She said, as she took me by the hand and lead me into the steaming torrent. Water cascaded everywhere as she directed a soaping operation. We soaped each other under her expert instructions. I soaped her back and felt the glorious sensation of my hands flowing over her buttocks. She returned the pleasure. I never realized how sexy it felt when your buttocks got a soapy wash. I could hardly wait to get to her breasts, they felt completely different with the water and soap flowing freely. Her nipples felt larger and definitely harder. She also allowed my hand to wander into the luxuriant triangle between her legs. I really had only the vaguest idea of what I would find there. Biology books are not that informative, but the biggest surprise was to find that my finger slipped easily into her foufoune, which was unexpectedly slippery and welcoming. I was extremely careful not to touch my cock and desperately hoped she would not touch it either, or I would cum on the spot. I just wanted this to go on for as long as possible. It could not last for ever though, and eventually she maneuvered behind me with a hand full of soap, rubbed it gently over my chest and stomach getting tantalizingly lower with each pass. She pressed up against me and I felt the roughness of her mysterious dark triangle against my thigh. She stood on tip toes and breathed into my ear. “Now you relax.” Her hand, full of soap, gently surrounded my cock and pulled the foreskin back with tantalizing slowness. This was not going to last for long, the build up had been too much. Try as I might, there was no stopping that primal sensation. As she continued her expert manipulations, the sensation started low in my legs and climbed up the inside of my thighs. I had only had this feeling rarely but I knew it was soon to end in a sensational orgasm and this time it was no different. My cock started pulsating in her hand as my young muscles squirted cum violently into the shower. “Boom, boom, boom!” She exclaimed with each new ejaculation. “That is how to make the masturbations, no?” And kissed me on the back of the neck. “Now you soap me the bum very slowly.” I did what I was told but, standing behind I couldn't resist a breast as well. As I soaped away she seemed to take rather a long time and a great deal of care soaping her mysterious dark triangle. After a few minutes she gave a little shudder that I did not understand at the time and we left the shower together. As I lay naked on my bed that night I noticed how brown my legs and chest were compared to my midriff and suddenly realised that Tante Marise was nearly the same colour all over: no contrasting white bits! The thought of what had just happened and her sunbathing in the nude provided the fuel for the final 'masturbations' of the family part of my summer holiday. The next day I departed for the south coast, and Barcelona, to further my informal studies. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica.

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Roy Hudd, OBE was a comedian, actor, presenter, radio host, author and authority on the history of music hall entertainment. Roy was a Butlin's Clacton Redcoat but made his name on Radio in many guises including Workers' Playtime, BBC Radio 2's satirical series The News Huddlines which ran from 1975 to 2001.Roy Hudd broke into television in the mid-1960s in sketch series such as The Illustrated Weekly Hudd and The Roy Hudd Show. More TV followed with Lipstick on Your Collar, Common As Muck, a drama about a group of refuse collectors, alongside Edward Woodward, One Foot in the Grave. He appeared as the undertaker Archie Shuttleworth in the ITV soap opera Coronation Street. He also starred in dramas The Quest, New Tricks, Casualty, The Last Detective, Missing, Ashes to Ashes, Just William, Call the Midwife, Midsomer Murders, Law & Order: UK and Holby City. Benidorm and Broadchurch. Stage appearances include many pantomime and variety performances. Lionel Bart's musical Oliver! Bud Flanagan in Underneath the Arches, Hard Times, The Wizard of Oz, Goodnight Mister Tom, A Woman of No Importance.This episode features Debbie Hudd plus more who adored Roy Hudd OBE.

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A Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 1Tante Marie's chateau of delights.By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn't wait. Having been cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to explore the world, well northern France at least.We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn't mean castle. It in fact means a gentleman's residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge.I had never met Tante Marise, nor stayed in a chateau, draw bridge or no draw bridge. France was a very formal place in the 60's, actually it still is, so Aunt Marise was always addressed as Tante, or Tante Marise: never, ever simply as Marise, way too sloppy for the linguistically pedantic French. Although, interestingly enough, we did use the familiar tu, rather than the more formal vous form. One of those interesting vagaries of Roman languages.Actually Tante Marise now lived in one wing of the chateau as the place was enormous and, even in the 60's, quite unmanageable for a single family, so it had been divided into three, still substantial, homes.The building was massively imposing. A classic Somme chateau with a hugely impressive double staircase to the centre section and two wings. Tante Marise lived in one of the wings and the rest had been sold off, but the land, an apple orchard, had remained in the family, largely for the private production of Calvados, which is the French word for brandy.As I recall, in those days, you were allowed to make a certain amount of Calvados without a permit, as long as it was for private consumption, but definitely not for sale. My late lamented uncle Cyril had applied a certain French flexibility to the rules and there were stashes of this magic potion all over the farm.The interest of the authorities had been distracted by his throwing of lavish boozing sessions with the local constables. Alas Uncle Maurice had passed away and I surmised that my board and lodging was something of a quid pro quo for helping with the harvest. I was only nineteen, so hard work didn't worry me and besides they had one of those magnificent 60s French bicycles I could use in my spare time.It was a Solex bicycle or something similar. It had a simple motor that you lowered with a lever onto the front tyre and no longer had to pedal. I could use it to go to the village or wherever I liked. It would never have crossed my mind to borrow the car any more than it would have crossed hers to offer it. That was not the way things happened then.The great day came and the details of how I got to Tante Marise's chateau are lost to the mists of time but arrive I did. My first introduction to her was of her grasping me by the shoulders, pulling me towards her and planting several kisses on each cheek, an uncommon greeting in England at the time, but very pleasant.She was petite, with short dark hair and very square glasses. She was also younger than I expected. I never knew her age but I calculated it to be late thirties and I remember being surprised at how neat and trim her figure was, but most of all, how obvious her breasts were. They had actually contacted my chest during her enthusiastic greeting, which had been a delight.Cyril & Marise had never had children and always enjoyed the visits from their nephews and nieces. Why it had taken so long for the English side of the family to visit is uncertain, but the recent visit was probably prompted by my impending university course studying French literatureI settled in and tried speaking French, probably with mixed success. Tante Marise herself was French, spoke pretty good English, but with that delightfully sexy French accent made famous many years later by the TV programme ‘Allo 'Allo.However, part of the reason for my stay was to get my conversational French fluent, so she only allowed us to speak English after supper and, as no-one else on the farm spoke English, it was going to be a valuable experience.It was a typically hot summer and Tante Marise liked to wear very light clothing, so my young eyes could hardly avert my gaze from her very obvious breasts. They were made all the more noticeable because of her habit of not wearing a bra.This was a completely new trend at that time and usually only observed on the Riviera. Not so with Tante Marise, whenever she bent over in the orchards or the kitchen, her pendulous breasts undulated in the most delightful fashion and, I have to confess, featured heavily in my nocturnal fantasies.Occasionally the farm foreman would come to supper and, after finishing off their meal with a glass of calvados, they would head to the 'Bureau' to discuss business. Antoine was a giant of a man with huge hands, a great shock of white hair and a magnificent moustache, the kind you only ever see now in caricatures of French moustaches.On these occasions I was left alone in the parlor to watch TV. French TV back in those days was much more risqué than its English equivalent and I was often treated to pictures of naked ladies, admittedly usually a rear view, but totally naked all the same.How did the actor who was facing her cope with the pleasant distraction? He must have seen everything! And everything was beyond my wildest dreams. We must remember that this was the sixties, no internet and certainly no porn or even explicit magazines. I really can't remember what we called female genitalia back then but it probably wasn't as nice as my newly acquired French word, foufoune, or pussie; so I will use that.One evening, when Tante Marise and Antoine were in the 'Bureau' discussing business, I got so worked up by a really sexy French film, featuring a totally naked couple, that I made my way to my room to relieve the tension that the characters on screen had induced in my teenage penis or 'ma bitte', which means ‘my dick', as I had heard the actors calling it.The route to my room took me past the 'Bureau' and whatever they were discussing, it had little or nothing to do with the running of the farm.Remember, I was only nineteen and had been at a boys' boarding school for the last five years. I had no knowledge of sex whatsoever, except the purely mechanical process from biology lessons. The penis enters the vagina, semen flows, fertilisation takes place, et voilá, reproduction! The detail of what sex might actually be like was still a mystery and, I imagined, still several years in the future. The world was a much more naive place back then: much more.I had never even seen a picture of a naked woman, let alone seen a real one, and my knowledge of breasts was limited to pictures in Health & Efficiency magazine, which was popular at the time.Now, for the first time ever in my young life, I was hearing sounds that I only thought I understood. Tante Marise was using French words I hadn't learned yet and so was Antoine! Their breathless exchanges along with the rhythmic squeaking sounds of the 'Bureau's day couch were seriously erotic. Was this what fucking sounded like in real life? Was Antoine actually fucking Tante Marise? My, already eager, cock certainly thought so.Just the other side of the door I could imagine Tante Marise, blouse open, those magnificent tits on display, lying back on the day couch with her legs spread wide, welcoming Antoine's cock in her foufoune! Antoine for his part, I imagined, was clasping her naked buttocks in his giant hands as he thrust into her with rapidly mounting excitement. Fuck this was sexy!I stayed as long as I dared, getting more and more excited with this unexpected introduction to the magic sounds of copulation. I could hear their breathing becoming more rapid, their words of encouragement getting louder, the squeaking rhythm accelerating and yes: I came in my pants!I had hardly touched my cock but the sounds of two people actually fucking only a few feet away, combined with my boyish imagination, was more than I could stand.I hurried to my room to inspect the damage. Wow, what a lot of cum! It had already soaked through from my pants and there was a large wet patch on the front of my trousers. What to do? I didn't normally go to bed this early and I certainly could not go back to the parlor in these trousers.I decided that getting into my pyjamas and going back down would be the best course of action, but first I put on clean under pants to keep my cock firmly locked up.Back in the TV room Tante Marise reappeared after I heard her show Antoine out with a cheery,“À la prochaine.” Or, until next time.What? There was going to be a next time? Were they going to do it again? Anyway, she sat down beside me, made some comment about my getting ready for bed early and we watched the TV. I could not stop my mind from wandering.She didn't look any different! But she'd just been fucking! How could this be? She had just clearly enjoyed having Antoine thrusting between her thighs, an experience that I could only imagine, and here she sat as if nothing had happened. In fact, she seemed quite relaxed and serene, even.I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not this degree of blasé normality. It was just as well that I had pants on under my PJs because, try as I might, my mind kept wandering back to the scene I had just overheard. My first real encounter with sex. OK so I only overheard them having sex, but the memory was enough to give me another erection: oh the power of recovery of the teenager! As soon as possible I made my excuses and went to my room.I took off my PJs and pants and lay down on my back, stark naked, with my second erection of the evening. I felt the breeze from the open window playing on my naked body and, as the air wafted over my cock, and armed with a hanky, I set about re-playing the scene over and over in my mind.Her naked breasts, what were they like to touch? Her foufoune, what did it look like? Antoine's hands on her bum as he thrust into her, what did that feel like? For him? For her? So many questions, so many vivid thoughts and then, as I continued to bring myself to orgasm, as slowly as possible, so as to prolong the enjoyment, the sensations started again and I knew I was about to cum. A few more strokes and I came, not as much as earlier, but a thoroughly good, satisfying, cum none the less.I cannot remember how often that memory played out in my mind over the coming days, but it was not infrequent! I could hardly wait until the following week, when I hoped there would be a repeat performance. For some reason the thought of Antoine's massive hands clutching her pert little bottom still produces a stirring all these years later.The harvest continued in the blazing summer sun and we always returned to the chateau hot and sweaty.At the end of the corridor was the bathroom, which contained a magnificent, if somewhat antiquated, shower. Not one of those modern contraptions but something with more taps and valves than a First World War Submarine. It may have been antiquated but it was fantastically efficient. There were four vertical spray bars, with their independent controls and a drench overhead that produced a virtual tsunami.It was great for cooling off after a day in the orchards, turn the whole contraption on cold and walk in. COLD, yes: Freezing? Nearly: but enormously refreshing and, much to my surprise, nearly always produced an erection which, as a teenager, I freely confess, I almost never wasted when I got back to my room.The day's work done, and getting ready for supper, I headed for my room, stripped off and wound a towel around my waist. What happened next changed my life, quite literally. I was half way along the corridor when the bathroom door opened. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was the totally naked form of Tante Marise.The incident, although it lasted only a few seconds, stays with me yet. Unfortunately the bathroom window was right behind the door, so a silhouette was nearly all I saw, but there was enough detail to see that girls have hair 'down there.' Not to mention that naked, unfettered, breasts have a motion all their own.Taken by surprise, I turned politely to avert my gaze and Tante Marise, retreated into the bathroom, only to emerge a few seconds later, modestly wrapped in a large towel. We crossed in the corridor and she muttered.“Désolé.”Désolé! Why was she sorry for one of the most exciting moments of my young life. My embarrassment was only compounded buy my automatic response.“De rien!” It's nothing!Nothing! I had just seen my first full frontal naked female and said that it was nothing! I had been so embarrassed, I hadn't had time to think, so I scurried into the bathroom, turned on all elements of the shower to full cold, dived in and set to work on the erection that the combined effects of the cold water and the image of a totally naked Tante Marise had produced.We overcame our embarrassment at supper by ignoring the incident and settled down to watch TV afterwards.Antoine had not reappeared and over a week had passed. What a disappointment! I was not going to be treated to episode two of 'Tante Marise enjoys a noisy shag.' Oh well, the flash of her naked body had made up for it and surely one orgasm an evening should be enough for any teenager, or maybe just one more when I get back upstairs?This particular night produced another film in the series that had so affected me the previous week. More French erotica! But this time sitting next to Tante Marise, which made my excitement much harder to conceal.As the plot developed it was quite clear that our heroine was about to seduce her co-star. Their clothes had been shed and the obligatory rear view of a naked woman advancing on her lucky prey, filled the screen. They were clearly just about to fuck.This was getting difficult to deal with. I had not long ago seen Tante Marise in just such a state, but from the front. The whole thing, hair and all! But sitting next to her, watching this level of sexual activity had caused a predictable response from my young 'bitte'. It is very easy to forget how little it takes to provoke an erection in the sexually inexperienced.Just as the sex act was about to take place, Tante Marise placed her hand on my knee, leaned forwards, turned and looked into my eyes with a beguiling smile and said.“ Un peu racé, non?” A little racy? This was torrid beyond my wildest dreams. Then she stunned me by taking my hand and placing it on her covered breast. Not another word was spoken, she just lifted my hand and put it there. OK she had on a loose dress, but no bra. My first experience of an adult female breast. I probably made a mess of it, but it was so exciting, warm, soft and pliable with that little hard bud on the end.What is happening? I would like to say that I played expertly with it, but that would not be true. In the actual event I summoned up all my courage and slid my hand in through the opening at the front of her dress. I touched a naked breast for the first time, and lightly ran my open palm over her nipple. It is hard to imagine now, after a lifetime of sexual activity, how exciting this was. Tante Marise, meanwhile slid her hand from my knee up towards my groin.I do not know if I was normal or not, but stories of boys first time sexual encounters lasting for ages, or even minutes, just do not ring true to me. I am fondling my first breast and Tante Marise is sliding her hand up my fully clothed thigh. It got as far as my crotch, only just lightly brushed over my cock: the tension was unbearable. I came! She must have sensed the spasm of my orgasm as she leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and said.“I think it is time you to go to your room.”The next morning at breakfast I just didn't know where to look. I had stroked Tante Marise's naked breasts the previous evening and had orgasmed in front of her. She was totally unabashed about the incident and even teased me by asking,“So you had the pleasant dreams, no?”The harvest progressed in the incessant heat. Showers were taken after the hot sweaty work, but the vision of a naked Tante Marise was never repeated. More TV programmes were watched, seldom as racy as that fateful night, but some were pretty hot.By now we had reached a comfortable arrangement. If the film got raunchy she would take my hand and place it on her breast while allowing her hand to find its way to my crotch and I had mustered enough self control not to ejaculate on the spot. To be honest, usually by bringing myself off before going to the parlor to watch TV.On my final evening, during a film, while I was fondling her breast and getting more and more excited, she completely threw me by asking directly.“How is it that you like to make the masturbations?” The French language can be a little direct sometimes.After the usual blustering and denials, she chided me by telling me that it was 'healthy to make the masturbations.' Her openness on matters sexual left me aghast.I eventually admitted that I did it lying on my back on my bed, with a hanky to make sure I didn't leave a mark on the bedding.My admission was met with one word, “Viens, which means come.”She took my hand and stood up. I had to idea where this was leading but I had high hopes and so did my erection. We passed the Bureau, and climbed the stairs, we went past her room and along the corridor past mine, all the way to the bathroom at the end.She opened the door and ushered me ahead of her, allowing the door to close behind us. She set the knobs and levers of the WWI Submarine which sprang into life, at which point she stood right in front of me, slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Tante Marise dressed only in panties!Dressed only in panties, but not for long. She looked up at me with that wonderful smile and lowered them to the floor. I couldn't help staring at the luxuriant dark triangle between her legs. Triangle, breasts, triangle, face, triangle! My eyes went berserk.“Viens, viens. Clothes off!”I struggled to get my clothes off with any degree of finesse, and getting my pants off, over my raging erection, while under the direct gaze of Tante Marise felt, as the French say, bizarre. Then there I was naked, standing beside my first totally naked female, who was also the first person ever to see my penis erect and erect it certainly was, the tip was all but touching my navel.“This is special.” She said, as she took me by the hand and lead me into the steaming torrent. Water cascaded everywhere as she directed a soaping operation. We soaped each other under her expert instructions. I soaped her back and felt the glorious sensation of my hands flowing over her buttocks. She returned the pleasure. I never realized how sexy it felt when your buttocks got a soapy wash.I could hardly wait to get to her breasts, they felt completely different with the water and soap flowing freely. Her nipples felt larger and definitely harder. She also allowed my hand to wander into the luxuriant triangle between her legs.I really had only the vaguest idea of what I would find there. Biology books are not that informative, but the biggest surprise was to find that my finger slipped easily into her foufoune, which was unexpectedly slippery and welcoming.I was extremely careful not to touch my cock and desperately hoped she would not touch it either, or I would cum on the spot. I just wanted this to go on for as long as possible.It could not last for ever though, and eventually she maneuvered behind me with a hand full of soap, rubbed it gently over my chest and stomach getting tantalizingly lower with each pass. She pressed up against me and I felt the roughness of her mysterious dark triangle against my thigh. She stood on tip toes and breathed into my ear.“Now you relax.” Her hand, full of soap, gently surrounded my cock and pulled the foreskin back with tantalizing slowness. This was not going to last for long, the build up had been too much. Try as I might, there was no stopping that primal sensation.As she continued her expert manipulations, the sensation started low in my legs and climbed up the inside of my thighs. I had only had this feeling rarely but I knew it was soon to end in a sensational orgasm and this time it was no different.My cock started pulsating in her hand as my young muscles squirted cum violently into the shower.“Boom, boom, boom!” She exclaimed with each new ejaculation. “That is how to make the masturbations, no?” And kissed me on the back of the neck.“Now you soap me the bum very slowly.” I did what I was told but, standing behind I couldn't resist a breast as well. As I soaped away she seemed to take rather a long time and a great deal of care soaping her mysterious dark triangle. After a few minutes she gave a little shudder that I did not understand at the time and we left the shower together.As I lay naked on my bed that night I noticed how brown my legs and chest were compared to my midriff and suddenly realised that Tante Marise was nearly the same colour all over: no contrasting white bits! The thought of what had just happened and her sunbathing in the nude provided the fuel for the final 'masturbations' of the family part of my summer holiday.The next day I departed for the south coast, and Barcelona, to further my informal studies.By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica.

More TV is happening! Let's get into some Netflix TV shows as we discuss the costumes in the pilot episodes of Umbrella Academy and Stranger Things. We explore boarding school uniforms, pastels of the 80s, and more!Tyranny of Style interview with Kimberly Adams (featuring moodboards)Follow along with the visual analysis via these links! Umbrella Academy: Pinterest, InstagramStranger Things: Pinterest, Instagram Questions? Comments? Suggestions for future episodes? Email thecostumeplot@gmail.com. Follow us: Jojo Siu on IG @jojosiucostumes Sarah Timm on IG @breathcue, on Twitter @SarahTSews The Costume Plot on Youtube, Instagram, and TwitterPlease rate and review! For every review we get, we'll be donating $1 to Dress for Success. 

Welcome to Church Pew Sports Ep 52 - Busted Brackets - Final Four Preview The madness of March is building to an exciting conclusion as the Final Four heads to New Orleans and the Church Pew team has you covered with this very fun episode dissecting every aspect of the tournament. What happened to the Big Ten? Who are the breakout players? Is there any way we can squeeze MORE TV timeouts into the game? What will it take for Josh to name his Dad as his "That Guy?" We're answering these and many more pertinent questions leading up to Saturday's matchups. This week's CPS Starting Host Lineup: Bill Hobson Pastor Paul Miller Randy Gilmer Josh Gilmer You can also listen to EVERY episode of CPS by visiting Churchpewsports.com/ We would love to hear your thoughts, comments, and questions. Reach out to us at: churchpewsports316@gmail.com Stay connected to Church Pew Sports on Facebook and Twitter @CPewsSports316

We're back! Lex & Matt covered a lot of ground this week, so we included this handy cheat sheet below: 1:30 - Turning Red 12:20 - Movie release announcements 14:39 - Elvis 26:00 - Winning Time on HBO 32:00 - More TV talk 37:00 - Wall of Weird 44:10 - Game Pass rec: Tunic 45:30 - Dolly says "no, thanks" to Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame 53:10 - Wrapping up This week's episode is dedicated to Foo Fighters drummer, Taylor Hawkins. Thanks for all of the incredible music. You will be missed. 

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Julia's Random Thoughts: Valentine's Day facts! More TV news... Lori finished the show 'All Are Dead' on Netflix and loved it! Julia watched 'Jack Reacher' on Amazon Prime and 'Inventing Anna' on Netflix. You will have to hear what she thought about these two shows. Hollywood Speak: Kanye West and Julia Fox broke up. Zoe Kravitz Calls Ex-Husband Karl Glusman an ‘Incredible Human Being' After Their Divorce.

This is episode 39, OMG we are close to having 40 episodes. Once again I am a little behind in posting a podcast. But, we are finally caught up and I have an episode or two I am waiting to post. This episode we are still waiting for new games to come out, so the episode is a little shortly than usually. However, we did get a new microphone. So the podcast should sound a little better or you hear us a little clearer…lol…Also we talk about the Club Cosplay events I attended and me becoming an Uncle. Of course we discuss our normal topics. More TV show than Movies or Video Games this time. This is still a good episode though. I hope you all like it. Enjoy and stay…Kinda Geeky

Episode 104 - I wanted to thank everyone for listening and sharing. We made it to episode 104. 2 years into this podcast we are still trying to find our way. In this episode we talk about how you buy something for 67 billion dollars. Microsoft buys Activision. Magic spoon is cereal for adults and old people. Is your cereal doctor approved? More TV shows to the watch and lastly Chris gets hungry and leaves the podcast. Follow me @ Anchor.FM|IG - Hanshinagi|Twitter - nagata21519|Email - hanshinagi@gmail.com Chris Bryant Follow Chris @ Anchor.FM|XBOX- Slevin Kalevra|Twitter - IGotPaid Sarah Hamilton Follow Sara @ https://t.co/usoxmK0JQX?amp=1| Twitter- Romancing the Story --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/themanestreampodcast/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/themanestreampodcast/support

EJ successfully recorded an episode on his second attempt!  More TV talk this week as he talks about Peacemaker, Wolf Like Me, and Yellowjackets, plus he's still really angry at a show he hatewatched three years ago. Check out our awesome sponsor teesbysummer.com!

If you like TV talk, then this is the podcast for you! We start out with The Leftovers/Manifest/La Brea, then move on to a podcast rec by Chris for “Storytime with Seth Rogen." What's up with John Gruden? More TV talk with Squid Game, Ted Lasso, For All Man Kind, and Y the Last Man. Lastly, who gets thrown under the bus? Probably who you think.Become a Patron at jayandjack.comWrite us an email at RCADCast@gmail.comFollow us on Instagram at RCADCastLeave us an iTunes review for a free drawing from Matt

If you like TV talk, then this is the podcast for you! We start out with The Leftovers/Manifest/La Brea, then move on to a podcast rec by Chris for “Storytime with Seth Rogen." What's up with John Gruden? More TV talk with Squid Game, Ted Lasso, For All Man Kind, and Y the Last Man. Lastly, who gets thrown under the bus? Probably who you think.Become a Patron at jayandjack.comWrite us an email at RCADCast@gmail.comFollow us on Instagram at RCADCastLeave us an iTunes review for a free drawing from Matt

If you like TV talk, then this is the podcast for you! We start out with The Leftovers/Manifest/La Brea, then move on to a podcast rec by Chris for “Storytime with Seth Rogen.” What's up with John Gruden? More TV talk with Squid Game, Ted Lasso, For All Man Kind, and Y the Last Man. […] The post Ramblecast After Dark Ep. 145: “Swan Job” appeared first on Jay and Jack.

More TV recs and a small tale from Livingston, Montana.   ENJOY!   Even though we don't say it in this episode, more NOW than ever before: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE take care of yourselves and those around you.   Be mindful of your surroundings.   Karate in the Garage Linkages

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More TV coming atcha, this time it's sci-fi! Join us as we dive into the costumes from an episode each of “Black Mirror” and “Doctor Who”. How do you make something look like Star Trek but not actually Star Trek? What did Vincent Van Gogh look like? Let's get to the bottom of it. Trigger warning: brief mention of sexual assault and suicide.Follow along with the visual analysis via these links or the slideshow on YouTube!Black Mirror “USS Callister”: Instagram, Pinterest Doctor Who “Vincent and the Doctor”: Instagram, Pinterest Questions? Comments? Suggestions for future episodes? Email thecostumeplot@gmail.com. Follow us: Jojo Siu on IG @jojosiucostumes Sarah Timm on IG @breathcue, on Twitter @SarahTSews The Costume Plot on Youtube, Instagram, and TwitterPlease rate and review! For every review we get, we'll be donating $1 to Dress for Success. 

This week's topics: • Mal & Rory away from the Joe Budden Podcast • Podcast etiquette • Being the 'lead mic' in personal aspects of life • Alpha Male-isms • Giving away responsibility • Overpowering personalities • Working around people • Ultimate Warrior's bigoted self • MCU and Netflix Marvel TV talk • Wanting more origin stories • More TV and Movie talk • The surprisingly good Cruella movie • Different attitudes to enthusiasm at work • Women wanting men that don't have too much feminine energy • What feminine and masculine energy means • People on social media being different than people in the real world • Having to ignore women sometimes • The word 'Yoruba' being trademarked • The etymology of Nigerian words • Chelsea winning the Champions League • N'Golo Kanté being the best player in the Premier League • House buying • Cinema food • Embarrassing date stories • #StavrosSays : Fire In The Spoof [https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCA7KUDElNwzKpRUS9i1MzyA] Voice note us at esnpodcast@gmail.com Connect with us at & send your questions & comments to: #ESNpod so we can find your comments www.esnpodcast.com www.twitter.com/ESNpodcast www.instagram.com/ESNpodcast www.facebook.com/ESNpodcasts It's important to subscribe, rate and review us on your Apple products You can do that here... www.bit.ly/esnitunes

Never meet your heroes because they just may be assholes... In this episode, Gabe, Nick, and Layla breakdown the second season of Amazon Prime's raunchy and evil superhero show "The Boys". They also do a special mailbag section answering fan messages and talking about the podcast. Then (spoiler alert at 16 min in!), they discuss the new season of The Boys with fun segments comparing episodes and seasons, and ranking their favorite characters. More TV season Facing Off episodes to come, so please send us ideas! Follow/Connect: instagram.com/facingoffpod twitter.com/facingoffpod facingoffpodcast@gmail.com

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More TV news than you can shake a stick at! Plus, the craziest episode of Doctor Who that we've seen in a long time. 00:35 - We start off by anticipating some surprising Superbowl commercials. 02:36 – Universal and Blumhouse are coming together to adapt the novella ‘Who Goes There?'. Is it a remake of THE THING or its own thing? Brian and Mandy go over the long and involved history of various adaptions to figure it all out. 08:23 – NBCUniversal's streaming platform, Peacock, will be launching mid-July. Happily for MONSTER fans, this platform's tiered levels will allow some episodes to be available to viewers for free. 10:41 – Marvel is on a canceling spree with HOWARD THE DUCK and TIGRA & DAZZLER removed from Hulu. Brian anticipates that M.O.D.O.K. and Hit Monkey will likely be next. 13:19 – A major corporate fight is underway as Apple and Netflix begin talks about buying MGM. This production giant gave us JAMES BOND, MAD MAX, THE PINK PANTHER, ROCKY, etc. Whoever wins gets to take home decades of nostalgia content for their own platform. 15:15 – While we wait for the next season of THE WITCHER, Netflix is cashing in on our cravings by releasing an anime version this summer. You can also now listen to ‘Toss a Coin to Your Witcher' on Spotify. 17:11 – PICARD's first episode is out and people are unhappy. Brian breaks down why, but also points out to fans that STAR TREK has been making political commentary relevant to the times since the very beginning. 29:21 – As always, we close the episode with an in-depth discussion of DOCTOR WHO. The fifth episode is out and we have mysteries upon mysteries.

Recorded on 1/18/2020 It's time for an all new Unsourced Wall! More TV news! Confirmed details on the upcoming Green Lantern show! And first thoughts on the debut trailer for Sony's Morbius the Living Vampire movie. Plus - reviews of this week's hot new releases, and the finale to CW's Crisis on Infinite Earths! Links: Twitter: https://twitter.com/the_snickman RSS Feed: http://feeds.feedburner.com/UnsourcedWallRadio iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/unsourced-wall-radio/id1378368779?mt=2 Art Credit: https://twitter.com/dotemcee

Every week, Dr. Roizen discusses the latest health headlines YOU need to know.In this episode, Dr. Roizen talks about the latest health headlines that YOU need to know. One-third of students are too sleepy to succeed in school. Windy, humid days are bringing more pain to arthritis sufferers. Many women are sharing breast milk on the internet in an unregulated way. Ensure you're using a regulated entity. Exercise decreases fracture risk. Skiing and snowboarding accidents are more prevalent in the young. More TV and smartphone time correlates with more sugary drinks.  New test for lung cancer.  PLUS so much more...   Want better health and nutrition? Now you can get personalized supplement recommendations and custom vitamin packs delivered to your door! Go to PersonaNutrition.com/Roizen and take your free assessment and get 50% off your order today. - sponsor  

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Julia moved to Los Angeles from NYC where she earned recognition as Host of a number of infomercials and as on-air Correspondent for many entertainment Web sites with her always stimulating celebrity Red Carpet interviews.Julia garnered attention and success as an actor in television's Emmy-nominated MOW, "The Flight That Fought Back." More TV roles followed with episodes of "CSI: Cyber", "90210", "After Lately", "Go On" and "Episodes." She played 'Patricia Cochran' (Johnny Cochran's girlfriend) in the highly acclaimed and Emmy winning mini-series, "American Crime Story: The People vs O.J. Simpson." She was seen now on the MOW, "Girlfriends of Christmas Past". Recently, she finished shooting two Independent films in 2018, "Turnover" and "IRL" for an early 2019 release. She has been seen recently in "Jane the Virgin", and Julia is currently (2019) in Pre-production on the feature films "Chosen" and "Bikers: a Higher Love".In addition to her work in television, Julia is a much sought after indie-film actress with starring roles in over twenty films. She was been nominated and won for "best Actress" and "Producer" in multiple International Film Festivals for her work in "Sand Angels", "Passage" and "My Name Is Lamar".When she is not acting, Julia is an ardent photographer, traveler and dog rescuer. How to contact and book Julia:Website: www.msjuliaparker.comIMDb: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0662391/Voice Over: www.juliaparkervo.comLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/juliaparker1/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/msjuliap/Twitter: https://twitter.com/msjuliaparker?lang=enFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/MsJuliaParker/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBOeR_OhvKf6CjuaWeP2jewRide Along with Julia (YouTube): https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCh4dwaKbGRzN-WKlR4-TapA Support the show (https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/beauty-call-podcast/id1462542236)

What is HBO Max? More TV channels are going dark than ever before. The Hitchhiker’s Guide coming to Hulu! All this and more on Cordkillers! With special guest Jason Howell. This week on It’s Spoilerin’ Time: The Boys (Season 1), Once Upon a Time…in Hollywood, Extras (106). Next week: Extras (201). Email the show at … Continue reading Cordkillers 277 – HBOMG I’m Confused (w/ Jason Howell) →

Today’s show is brought to you by Meridian Credit Union - expecting more for your money, that’s wealth esteem! www.meridiancu.ca - Join us as we #ExploreVernon, British Columbia and take you inside Davison Orchards & Planet Bee Honey Farm & Honeymoon Meadery! Watch the full segment here: https://youtu.be/0fZrBLnWu7o - Scouts Canada & Hydro One's new #HeadSafe program is aimed at educating families on the impacts of head injuries. Learn more: http://www.Scouts.ca/PlaySafe Guests: Jason Gingrich, Council Youth Commissioner, Scouts Canada and Jessica Bentley-Jacobs, Manager of Sustainability & Community Investment, Hydro One - Two 60-somethings tear up the status quo and don’t look back in #ASimpleHeist! More TV & movie reviews with film critic Anne Brodie: http://www.whatshesaidradio.com/what-she-said/snamjuly52019 - Meet some amazing Canadian #RoadVolunteer heroes that are making a difference every day! https://www.lifeinpleasantville.com/volunteer-driving-meet-eight-canadian-heroes #CanadianRoadHero #KalTire - Singer/songwriter Bree Taylor performs new single 'Turn It Up' in our LIVE #StudioSessions! https://www.breetaylor.com SUBSCRIBE to What She Said & never miss an interview! http://www.youtube.com/WhatSheSaidTalk Miss a show? Stream & download full shows for free on iTunes: http://www.apple.co/1U700c0 Follow us on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram: @WhatSheSaidTalk Website: http://www.whatshesaidtalk.com What She Said! aims to inspire and uplift women by giving them a voice in pursuing their professional and personal goals through showcasing successful women across Canada and by creating opportunities for others to do the same. Tune in Saturdays at Noon on 105.9 The Region or listen live: http://www.1059theregion.com

More TV reviews and another quickie podcast for you. This time it's season premieres! New seasons of Archer: 1999, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Fear the Walking Dead, iZombie, Krypton and NOS4A2 are upon us. Do we like? Do we not like? What's new? Who's gone? Who's back? Check it out to hear Jimmy's thoughts! Leave your iTunes comments! 5 stars and nothing but love! Also, get a hold of us! Thanks for listening!

Key Links https://www.patreon.com/CountingCountries Counting Countries Apparel Group Trip To Bhutan In November -----On today’s episode, I welcome Palle Bo to Counting Countries.  Palle and I have met twice over the last couple of years, once in Manila and once in Chicago, but today is the day where we made it official with an interview.    Before I introduce Palle, I am reminding you that Counting Countries is now partnered with Patreon.  Patreon is a platform that allows patrons, that’s you, to support creators, and that is me creating Counting Countries.  I have been extremely fortunate to be be able to create this podcast and be able to meet so many interesting and compelling travelers, but I have also spent a tremendous amount of time and some money creating this podcast.  So for example, some benefits are extended interviews. Some Patrons are able to listen to an exclusive additional 20 minute interview with last month’s guest, Petro. Or a five minute update from Fabio Cao, from former guest, who has finished every country in the world.       And a reminder, Counting Countries is offering its first group tour to Bhutan on November 7th.  This is a great agenda which I consulted on and helped create.  I have been to Bhutan three times and looking forward to returning for a fourth time. Besides seeing amazing things like Tiger’s Nest and the Punakha Dzong, I have scheduled this trip to coincide with two festivals. I have also negotiated a daily $25 discount from the mandated government minimums.  Please go to GlobalGaz.com to see more information as well as disclosures.   Palle made a drastic change when he became 50.  He sold everything and left everything that he had known for the past 50 years … his family, his friends, and his career.  He was officially on the quest to travel to every country in the world. He left Denmark nearly three years ago with no plans to return back.  We discuss his journey and how we got there. I encourage you to subscribe wherever you listen, Apple Podcast, Google Play, Stitcher, or Spotify and write a review, even better if it is 5 stars.     But for now, here’s my conversation with Palle, who was in Denmark while I was in Bangkok. Please listen in and enjoy.   Thank you to my Patrons …. Bisa Myles, Ted Nims & Ryan Gazder. Be the first on your block to sport official Counting Countries apparel!  You can purchase today on Amazon. And now you can listen to Counting Countries on Spotify! And Alexa! Subscribe on Apple Podcasts today! And write a review! Check out our friend: Large Minority.  They organize international rallies around the world including: Sri Lanka, Cambodia, the Philippines and the Amazon.  And watch my full length documentary in Cambodia when I traveled with Large Minority.    More about Palle Bo:   Born in: Denmark   Passports from: Denmark Favorite travel film: Don’t really have one. More TV travel shows like Michael Palin’s travel shows, the Charley Boorman series “By Any Means” – and of course Anthony Bourdain. Favorite travel book: Vagabonding Favorite travel site: TrackMyTour to say something other than Airbnb, Couchsurfing or TripAdvisor Must carry: My scuba diving goggles with prescription glass Favorite food: Don’t really have any. I like to sample the local food – without being a foodie. Favorite drink: Same answer here Map: NomadMania Instagram: @RadioVagabond Twitter: @RadioVagabond Website: Radio Vagabond Facebook: Radio Vagabond Youtube: YouTube.com/TheRadioVagabond About Counting Countries Counting Countries is the only podcast to bring you the stories from the dedicated few who’ve spent their lives on the singular quest of traveling to every country in the world. Less people have traveled to every country in the world than have been to outer space. Theme music for this podcast is Demeter’s Dance, written, performed, and provided by Mundi. About GlobalGaz Ric Gazarian is the host of Counting Countries. He is the author of three books: Hit The Road: India, 7000 KM To Go, and Photos From Chernobyl.  He is the producer of two travel documentaries: Hit The Road: India and Hit The Road: Cambodia.   Ric is also on his own quest to visit every country in the world. You can see where he has traveled so far and keep up with his journey at GlobalGaz.com How Many Countries Are There? Well… that depends on who you ask! The United Nations states that there are 193 member states. The British Foreign and Commonwealth office states that there are 226 countries and territories. The Century Club states that there are 327 sovereign nations, territories, enclaves, and islands. The Most Traveled Person states that there are 875 unique parts of the world. The Nomad Mania divides the world into 1281 regions. SISO says there are 3,978 places in the world.   Me? My goal is the 193 countries that are recognized by the UN, but I am sure I will visit some other places along the way. An analysis of these lists and who is the best traveled by Kolja Spori.   Check out our friend and his new book:     The Curious Case of William Baekeland William is a former guest of Counting Countries.  Harry Mitsidis, the author and extreme traveler, traces William’s arrival and unraveling in the travel community.  It is a story worthy of a film … and this book.   Disclaimer: I will earn a fee if you order from Amazon/Agoda.

Josh was kidnapped by a pack of angry Michigan fans and thus... they claimed yet another brave win over Notre Dame. Brad and Jude carried on without the Emperor in a stunning display of continuity of government. This week's discussion includes: *The possibility of a HUGE week in recruiting. *More schedule talk as we come to grips with Notre Dame's scheduling practices. *The Brian Kelly quarterback curse in year 2. *RECRUITING MAP PROMO BECAUSE IT'S DOPE! *Players coming back for their degree. *Coaching rankings and the the love of flavors. *GAME OF THRONES (at least the first episode). *TV shows that ended poorly (like Notre Dame in a big bowl game). *More TV talk because it's the offseason and you're going to have to deal with that fact. Be on the lookout for another Off The Rails episode this week, and Josh will rejoin the guys next week after he sets the entire state of Michigan on fire. (Sorry Niles... you too). Don't forget to go see HESBURGH at your local theater. For showtimes and cities where it is playing, go to hesburghfilm.com for more information.  GO IRISH! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Chris and Casey went through a magical mystery tour through the realms of toys of space in the latest episode. The return of Toys R Us, the expansion of Millarworld, Jedi's are BACK, and so much more! Listen and absorb until your ears content...NOW! Marvel Avengers Endgame 3-hour runtime. Intermission being considered. Look at costumes of original 6 Marvel/HULU Adult animated series’ M.O.D.O.K. Howard the Duck Tigra & Dazzler Hit-Monkey The Offenders  DC Aquaman: home release - digital 3/05 & disc 3/26 The Trench getting a movie?! Horror-themed. David Leslie Johnson-McGoldrick to pen Aquaman 2 JL v F5 releases 3/30 digital & 4/16 disc Batwoman: Rachel Skarsten (Dinah Lance from BOP TV) cast as Red Alice Doom Patrol premiere. Early reviews say weird and good.  Commercial  EE  Comics DFAT Comics: Inferi preview and upcoming KS Hellboy craft beer  Books Stranger Things novel ‘Darkness on the Edge of Town’  TV/Streaming Disney + Muppets Live Another Day reboot with Josh Gad? FX can produce adult content for Disney for Hulu Netflix Jupiter’s Legacy PR Network TV Chad Michael Murray joins Riverdale as Edgar Evernever Archie: Dark Circle?! More TV and film projects on the way! Pennyworth show has him battling jack the rippers descendants and other gothic villains. unhinged, R-rated" Sizzle reel showed batman in gotham series finally. David Mazouz in the suit face and voice Danai Gurira leaving Walking Dead Shudder starts production on Creepshow tv  Stage Disney Hercules Percy Jackson  Movies Terminator Dark Fate Edie Falco joins Avatar franchise as General Ardmore All will be standalone WW Z sequel on hold Halloween sequel to be written by Scott Teems Aaron Taylor-Johnson & Gemma Arterton join Kingsman: The Great Game Child’s Play trailer Wicked - 12/22/21 Look at Aladdin Coming to america 2  SW Jedi: Fallen Order due out by holiday season. EA has made 3 games in 6 years, fucking ridiculous. Art of Rebels to Dark Horse  POP Mezco The Warriors 4pack 5 Points NECA and Scream Factory teamup for night of the creeps set TRU KIDS Brands DST buys Gentle Giant McFarlane gets DC license and harry Potter We’re now available on RadioPublic, a fantastic service thats going offer our listeners the best way to access the podcast and show notes! Each time you listen to the show from their web stream or via their app gives us direct financial support every time you hear an episode. If you wanna interact with us you can follow @dfatowel on Twitter and Instagram.Thanks for listening and Don’t Forg

Chris and Casey went through a magical mystery tour through the realms of toys of space in the latest episode. The return of Toys R Us, the expansion of Millarworld, Jedi's are BACK, and so much more! Listen and absorb until your ears content...NOW! Marvel Avengers Endgame 3-hour runtime. Intermission being considered. Look at costumes of original 6 Marvel/HULU Adult animated series’ M.O.D.O.K. Howard the Duck Tigra & Dazzler Hit-Monkey The Offenders  DC Aquaman: home release - digital 3/05 & disc 3/26 The Trench getting a movie?! Horror-themed. David Leslie Johnson-McGoldrick to pen Aquaman 2 JL v F5 releases 3/30 digital & 4/16 disc Batwoman: Rachel Skarsten (Dinah Lance from BOP TV) cast as Red Alice Doom Patrol premiere. Early reviews say weird and good.  Commercial  EE  Comics DFAT Comics: Inferi preview and upcoming KS Hellboy craft beer  Books Stranger Things novel ‘Darkness on the Edge of Town’  TV/Streaming Disney + Muppets Live Another Day reboot with Josh Gad? FX can produce adult content for Disney for Hulu Netflix Jupiter’s Legacy PR Network TV Chad Michael Murray joins Riverdale as Edgar Evernever Archie: Dark Circle?! More TV and film projects on the way! Pennyworth show has him battling jack the rippers descendants and other gothic villains. unhinged, R-rated" Sizzle reel showed batman in gotham series finally. David Mazouz in the suit face and voice Danai Gurira leaving Walking Dead Shudder starts production on Creepshow tv  Stage Disney Hercules Percy Jackson  Movies Terminator Dark Fate Edie Falco joins Avatar franchise as General Ardmore All will be standalone WW Z sequel on hold Halloween sequel to be written by Scott Teems Aaron Taylor-Johnson & Gemma Arterton join Kingsman: The Great Game Child’s Play trailer Wicked - 12/22/21 Look at Aladdin Coming to america 2  SW Jedi: Fallen Order due out by holiday season. EA has made 3 games in 6 years, fucking ridiculous. Art of Rebels to Dark Horse  POP Mezco The Warriors 4pack 5 Points NECA and Scream Factory teamup for night of the creeps set TRU KIDS Brands DST buys Gentle Giant McFarlane gets DC license and harry Potter We’re now available on RadioPublic, a fantastic service thats going offer our listeners the best way to access the podcast and show notes! Each time you listen to the show from their web stream or via their app gives us direct financial support every time you hear an episode. If you wanna interact with us you can follow @dfatowel on Twitter and Instagram.Thanks for listening and Don’t Forget a Towel!

I'm long overdue for a Better Call Saul recap - those will return next week, so if you're not caught up with season 4, take the next few days and binge some of the best storytelling in television history! Tonight, I rebroadcast the episode in which it became clear to me that the Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul timelines are merging at an accelerated pace, growing exponentially quicker as the two shows are beginning to form a grand, cohesive tale from the brilliant minds of showrunners Vince Gilligan and Peter Gould. Here's the original description of the show, which first aired August 21, 2018: More TV reviews, you ask? Gladly! Reruns got you down? That House of Cards just doesn't stand up to scrutiny anymore now that they got rid of the lead, who by the way turned out to be a monster? Don't be a victim! Act now! You deserve justice! You deserve... Saul. Plus, ask me anything: matt@mattsager.com. Tonight, I answer my first question. Thanks for checking out tonight's episode. Make sure to subscribe to the show, and to leave ratings and reviews! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/mattsager/support

Julia is still obsessed with Mount Everest. Guest is Alison Kaplan, co-host of The Shop Girls. More TV shows that could be re-booted.

More TV reviews, you ask? Gladly! Reruns got you down? That House of Cards just doesn't stand up to scrutiny anymore now that they got rid of the lead, who by the way turned out to be a monster? Don't be a victim! Act now! You deserve justice! You deserve... Saul. Plus, ask me anything: matt@mattsager.com. Tonight, I answer my first question. Thanks for checking out tonight's episode. Make sure to subscribe to the show, and to leave ratings and reviews! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/mattsager/support

More TV talk about Succession, Bachelorette, OITNB, and Office Re-Runs for the soul. A little Phx talk with the monthly Storyline Slam even at Changing Hands and the new AJs order window. Proud/Not Proud and More. 

Today w/ 'Tom & Kerri' - Where are all the oil funnels at gas stations?! / More TV reboots (surprising!) / Meg-accino / The Countdown continues, but are all family members "counting" / Loogans are out in full force / ELO musicals / Carnell "Golden Pipes" Johnson / The 'Casting Call' wants to know; Can youuuuu dig it?! / Tom's losing it over THIS (and you can relate with your car) / And, the 'Drive 5'!!!

The Jersey Shore is returning to MTV and we're excited. More TV talk. Kayla got a new dog! And find out why one of our friends got his 2 year old to tell Matt to grow some balls.

Captain Phasma lives! Rebels coming to an end? More TV series coming? Trailers, books, comics, and more, all on the next Star Wars Beyond the Films. YOUR “Star Wars” discussion podcast! YOUR Podcast of Legends! YOUR ticket to that Galaxy far, far away! Your Fandom lies Beyond the Films. This week true believers, Beyonders, Fanboys, […]

There is a story In Greek mythology that most of us will not be familiar with, yet the nature of it will seem common to every single person here. As the mythology goes, Sisyphus was the king of Ephyra (now known as Corinth). He was renowned for his trickery, deceitfulness, cleverness and cunning. He used these traits to manipulate family members and “gods.” He used them even in his rise to the throne. But one day he went too far, and offended Zeus with his treachery.As a punishment for his trickery, King Sisyphus was made to endlessly roll a huge boulder up a steep hill. The maddening nature of the punishment was reserved for King Sisyphus due to his hubristic belief that his cleverness surpassed that of Zeus himself.This consigned Sisyphus to an eternity of useless efforts and unending frustration. Thus—through the classical influence on modern culture—it came to pass that apparent continually tedious or interminable activities are sometimes described as Sisyphean. Now how, you may be wondering, is this common to us? I'm sure most of us haven't offended any mythological greek “gods” recently.But would it be a stretch to say that there are many days where in we look at our lives and we feel such monotonous tedium —such mundane, uninspiring, uninteresting, wearisome, frustrating, irksome, repetitiveness— that we may as well be rolling a boulder up a hill... just to have it roll back down again?Wake up. Get ready. Go to work or school. Fight the traffic. Do the thing. Come home. See the kid... or spouse... or roommate... or pet... or just the house. Watch TV or Workout. Dinner. More TV. Go to bed. Start over... and we look down the barrel of the repetition and sometimes wish we were anywhere but here. And being a Christian... doing Christian things, is just one more layer added to the continual monotony.Now maybe... for a few of us... this sounds a little extreme. But I would wager if given the opportunity to sit down across from any one of you and chop it up, that it'd quickly come to the surface that to some degree, great or small , we are all experiencing the same thing. We choose to live mundane lives; yet God has granted us more.Vision&Values | Spirit-Led | Acts 2:1-4; 4:1-31

Andrew Collins and Andrea Stirling return to the Podcast to chat with Scott and Dee about how life is after living in South Korea for a year, future plans, TV shows, Movies, Super Heroes and more! Tune in, enjoy, and listen to this week's Changwoner Podcast with special guests Andrew Collins and Andrea Stirling. Show Notes 2:14 - Living the Dream 3:02 - Teaching apps. 515 - What's new with Andrew and Andrea. 6:05 - Games for the classroom. 9:15  - waygook.org for material. 14:12 - Andrea's first year in Korea. 18:00 - Octopuses/Octopi? 25:40 - Recent TV shows. 38:50  - The Chef's Kitchen (the CK) and what it is all about! 40:40 - More TV and movies. 45:00 - Comic book characters in movies. 42:20-  Doing accents. 52:00 - Strange concerts you've seen. 56:54 - Looking for some help for a couple local dogs. Contact Information Andrew Collins on FB - https://www.facebook.com/andrew.collins.1042 Andrea Stirling on FB  - https://www.facebook.com/TheHippoPrincess The Changwoner Podcast Face book - https://www.facebook.com/changwoner/ Website - http://www.changwoner.com/recentpodcasts Contact Scott - scott@changwoner.com Contact Dee - dee@changwoner.com If you would like to be a guest or have any questions or comments, please contact us at podcast@changwoner.com Our new location in The Chef's Kitchen Changwon FB - https://www.facebook.com/ckchangwon/ Thanks for listening and tune in next week for our next episode.

More TV! More TV! And … More TV! In this episode, the Critic and the Referee continue to give you their reactions to recent TV finales. Also, they clue you in on where they stand with Empire (and where its showrunner stands). Plus, they highlight actors and actresses who are “Gone Too Soon” and provide a timely “Did You Know?” and a recently released “Pick of the Week.” Go ahead: Listen! (We dare you!)   More TV Finales   The Blacklist (NBC): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2741602/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Blackish (ABC): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3487356/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Legends of Tomorrow (CW): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4532368/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Grey’s Anatomy (ABC): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0413573/?ref_=nv_sr_3 The Catch (ABC): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4396862/?ref_=nv_sr_2 The Last Panthers (Sundance): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4075386/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Lady Dynamite (Netflix): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4789300/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Empire (FOX) (THR’s interview with Ilene Chaiken): http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/live-feed/empire-season-2-finale-death-895623   Gone Too Soon   Philip Seymour Hoffman: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000450/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Robin Williams: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/?ref_=nv_sr_2 Natasha Richardson: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001670/?ref_=nv_sr_3 Adrienne Shelly: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0791248/?ref_=nv_sr_3 John Candy: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001006/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Lynne Thigpen: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0858106/?ref_=nv_sr_4   Did You Know?   Which X-Men: Apocalypse star graduated from the University of Oklahoma with a major in Journalism and minors in Japanese and the

More TV! More TV! And … More TV! In this episode, the Critic and the Referee continue to give you their reactions to recent TV finales. Also, they clue you in on where they stand with Empire (and where its showrunner stands). Plus, they highlight actors and actresses who are “Gone Too Soon” and provide a timely “Did You Know?” and a recently released “Pick of the Week.” Go ahead: Listen! (We dare you!)   More TV Finales   The Blacklist (NBC): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2741602/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Blackish (ABC): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3487356/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Legends of Tomorrow (CW): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4532368/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Grey’s Anatomy (ABC): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0413573/?ref_=nv_sr_3 The Catch (ABC): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4396862/?ref_=nv_sr_2 The Last Panthers (Sundance): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4075386/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Lady Dynamite (Netflix): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4789300/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Empire (FOX) (THR’s interview with Ilene Chaiken): http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/live-feed/empire-season-2-finale-death-895623   Gone Too Soon   Philip Seymour Hoffman: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000450/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Robin Williams: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/?ref_=nv_sr_2 Natasha Richardson: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001670/?ref_=nv_sr_3 Adrienne Shelly: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0791248/?ref_=nv_sr_3 John Candy: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001006/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Lynne Thigpen: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0858106/?ref_=nv_sr_4   Did You Know?   Which X-Men: Apocalypse star graduated from the University of Oklahoma with a major in Journalism and minors in Japanese and the Dramatic Arts? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1711525/?ref_=nm_flmg_act_1   Pick of the Week   Julian Fellowes Presents Doctor Thorne (Amazon Prime): http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4938084/?ref_=nv_sr_3 See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

On this episode of The Instance, Why did HS get N'Zoth first? More TV spots for Warcraft. D2 and WIII updates explained. Leaked Blizzcon dates. Alpha voice testing begins. Best of luck to Mickey! Big Patch dropping in Heroes this week. Overwatch just gets better. Your emails, calls and more!

1. News for Brian 2. My TV appearances 3. Factoid (Avi Klein) 4. More TV appearances

More TV stuff; No one wants to play for the Raiders; Feds are tracking hate speech on the Tweeter; Jennifer Keister talks ISIS with us; More on the Emmys; Final Thoughts

One of this years SDCC exclusives has been revealed and boy does it ROCK! Hear what the cast thinks of this set and who actually wants to own one. We've finally gotten the TFCC membership exclusive Rampage figure in hand we were certainly impressed, but there was one thing we weren't thrilled about ... and some of us even broke down and bought Rampage's partner in crime, Trans-mutate. The first subscription service figure, Barricade and Frenzy, is finally in hand for the cast so you'll have to tune in to hear our thoughts! With about a week to go, the cast breaks down some Botcon 2014 rumors and what we hope to see next week. The second release of Masterpiece Grimlock has been spotted at retail recently. While some of us were lucky enough to get our paws on the first run, there are some differences that may have us reaching into our wallets again for this beauty. New images of Masterpiece Sunstorm hit and, well, he sure is bright and sunny? Up next the cast discusses the continuing AOE onslaught of new figures! Included in this bombardment is Deluxe Strafe. Another new figure released is the Optimus Prime Evolution 2 pack which ends up intriguing the entire cast. More TV spots for AOE! Even though a lot of us are disappointed that there will be no Hall of Fame dinner event this year, there has been voting going on for the new inductees for the Hall of Fame. Tune in to hear what goes in to the voting process and who we think should be added. We close out the night with some confessions, errr I mean some bragging rights!

More TV talk this episode! Seriously, lots of clips, too! Not that it's a bad thing.Today on the show I talk about Breaking Bad, This Is England '88, Dexter, Eastbound & Down, See No Evil 2, the Australian election, what is coming out next month, video games, movies, and much, much more.The song taking us out this time is Buswick's on Fire by The Planes. (https://www.facebook.com/ThePlanesNYC)Don't forget you can contact me by sending an email to podcast@stevelikoskiproductions.com or by sending a tweet to @twitscubasteveSee you next time.

1) The View From Section 17 - The latest Wolverine Headlines. 2) Guest Segment - Adam Rittenberg from ESPN joins me to talk Ohio State, Nebraska, Divisional Play, & The Big 10 Championship Game. 3) Wolverine Quick Hits - Recruiting update, More TV kickoff times announced, Hockey to face Ohio State outdoors in January. June 22, 2011 - Website: http://www.gbmwolverine.com - Email - themichiganmanpodcast@yahoo.com June 22, 2011 - The Michigan Man Podcast is available in the I-Tunes App store. Click Below. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=349888416 Thanks to ESPN's Adam Rittenberg for bieng our guest today. We'll be back on July 6th with our next show. Special guest will be Husker Blogger Jon Johnston from Corn Nation. June 22, 2011 - The Michigan Man Podcast Listener Line is open 24/7 at 313 263-4842. Leave an audio post on anything Maize N Blue that we can use on an upcoming show. GO BLUE!

This time on Teenage Wasteland...More TV talk as I wrap up my viewing of three shows. Jeff Sandquist also provides the comic book discussion with his review of Beasts of Burden. Download

Collected Comics Library Podcast #139 - The one hundred thirty ninth podcast! A follow up to CCL 115; MM Nick Fury delayed; More TV; New Releases of the Week; Review of the second Brubaker Daredevil Trade; Running time: 21m 04s Collected Comics Library, hosted by Chris Marshall, THE Trade Paperback Podcast. The only podcast solely dedicated to news, information and reviews on all sorts of comic book collected editions.

Jon's on vacation so you're stuck with just Stephen and I!: (1:31) Just general chatter, including the new Flash Gordon TV show. This quickly digresses into our discussion on our crushes on various Television actresses. And then, somehow, that evolves into a discussion on the new Jekyll TV series on BBV America, and various other versions of Jekyll and Hyde. Visit the KomicsKast Forum HERE to confess your own TV crushes! (16:23) Stephen visited the Fantagraphics Company Store along with friend Stevie (visit Stevie's site HERE) and then went on to detail what he bought as well as extoll the virtues of his cartoonists club. (32:11) Bruce attended the Lehigh Valley Comic Con and hung out with the N3RDcast guys, who were guests at the con. Despite Stephen's not being able to find them on iTunes, N3RDcast IS available through iTunes. (49:23) Supernot Podcast Promo. (50:04) The BOP (bottom of our piles). (57:30) A review of Shenzhen, a book by Guy Delisle detailing his year in China as a supervisor for an animation studio, his travels, and the folks he met. (1:03:19) Stephen talks about the movie Stardust, which leads to a long digression (are you seeing a theme here?) on Science Fiction movies and MORE TV crushes. To listen or download: Click on the POD link next to the episode title, or use the "direct download"link at the bottom of this episode blog To Subscribe using iPodder, iTunes, or any other Podcast client: KomicsKast Feed (Only use this link to "subscribe" using one of these Podcast clients) Please comment! komicskast@gmail.com