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The end of the cruel Peace & the start of the desperate War.Based on ‘One In Ten' by FinalStand, adapted into 17 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.A frightened Mother Mouse will devour her young; similarly, a frightened culture will devour its future.It wasn't like a magic force field bubble protected us until our 16th birthday. I couldn't recall all the times after I was 13 some woman asked me, or my Mother, when my 16th birthday would be. Back then, I didn't think much about it. In hindsight, those women were wondering when I would become legally sexually vulnerable. In way too many cases, women with access to teenage boys didn't wait.Even if they did,"It was my Aunt," Barabbas confessed. "She and her boss."You would think a sixteen, or seventeen, year old guy getting to sleep with a Milf would be a trip. It could be. For the boys with better developed empathy, you started to realize a woman you trusted was using your sexuality for their own advancement. Then you began feeling like a whore."She got me a job, but I quit after four months, you know,” he trailed off."Yeah," I sighed sympathetically."Yeah," Lowry snorted, "when the rest decided you should be putting out for free.""That was completely unnecessary," I glared at him."But true," he defied me."True," Barabbas agreed with a familiar degree of rejection."Mom flipped out when she figured out what Tamara; my sister; was doing," Pierre picked up his tale. "I was seventeen by that time. She helped pay for my college." We assumed the 'she' was his sister; the one who pimped him out."I hit one once," Lowry bragged. I found that somewhat difficult to believe."What happened?" Pierre asked."She kicked my ass," he chuckled. "Ex-military Reservist. Beat me like I had a cock." I read somewhere in the old days it was more common to say 'like a little bitch.' Now it was 'like I had a cock' because they didn't like teaching men to be 'too violent' aka how to defend ourselves.No one else felt like inquiring, so Barabbas did the deed."Go to the cops?""For what?" he shook his head. "I threw the first punch, and the second. Fucking Bitch. We both looked pretty rough, but I lost."Another pause."What was it like to hit one with your stick?" Lowry shot me a look."Good, damn good, and stupid. I mean, I could have ended up like you with a crowd of women on a subway kicking and stomping on me and I would have ended up in jail too," I related. "Still, it felt good, just to tell one to keep her hands to herself, ya know?" I got nods all around. We were all young, healthy and relatively handsome."Yeah, you could have gotten your ass kicked," Barabbas reminded me."In fact, one of the major reasons I didn't, gave me the pistol I'm carrying," I twitched it slightly. "The first time they came for me, I asked them ~ the Vanishers ~ to wait, and they did.""Why in the fuck would you do that?" Lowry blurted out, shocked and skeptical."At the time, I didn't trust them since I figured they were nothing more than another bunch of women telling me what to do. I wanted to use them to escape. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life serving them if it meant the same fucked-up existence I was currently living," I shared the enlightenment."What changed your mind?" Pierre's eyes lit up."I figured out their prime motivation, the nature of the conspiracy and that I had no rational chance to escape them," I answered. "Every angle I was figuring out, they had figured out years ago. On the plus side, their core philosophy requires them to engage men as equals for both biological and social reasons ~ which means they are the best game in town. In case you missed it, the Vanishers didn't 'vanish' me. I escaped on my own. They have agreed to join forces with my group; no lie.""Your group has a lot of girls," Lowry drolly noted."Lowry, exactly how was I going to recruit any male to my cause without dropping the entire Metropolitan G E D (Gender Enforcement Division) on me?""Flyers?" Barabbas joked softly."He's got a point," Pierre rallied to my cause. "As far as any of you have confessed, none of us had any guy, or girl, friends. It is why we were selected.""Okay, fine. Now what?" Lowry conceded to the consensus."We wake up tomorrow working toward equality," I huffed. "We are all going to have to learn to fight and shoot because the entire group is going to be in danger for some time to come. Society, as in Global Society, is going to come crashing down. And that means anarchy, lawlessness and barbarism before it violently spasms off into extinction.""We have lived our lives effectively as slaves, though no woman inside that house will admit it truly in their hearts. For the first time in our lives, we can change our futures. I'm sure if we surrender to whomever kills the others, they will enslave us once more and leave us with far fewer illusions about our status. Or, we can chose to fight and, if worst comes to worst, die free. I'm not going back to what I was. That means I will need to learn how to survive; and that means fighting. Not because I hate women, but because there are several I love and respect and I don't want to let them down ~ as their equal.""Tonight, think about what I've told you. Tomorrow morning, I hope you join up with us," I concluded my 'pep talk.'"And if we don't?" Lowry stared defiantly."That is something you are free to do too," I shrugged. "I'm not going to tell you what to do. Let's go back inside. It is late."We'd almost made it back when Lowry put a hand on my shoulder."Can I see the gun now?""This thing? Like this?" I half-turned, made eye contact then flick my eyes down to the pistol then back to him again."Yeah.""Have you ever handled a loaded firearm before?" I requested."Yeah, plenty of times, in my dreams," he mocked me."You are a moron," I felt my blood simmering. "This isn't a game, this (the pistol) isn't a toy, and you have not been paying attention." I put both hands on the pistol, removed the magazine then removed the chambered bullet. Lastly, ass-first, I handed him the empty pistol with my left hand while keeping the ammunition in my right."Moron, huh?" he chuckled. "Gonna give me the bullets?""No, no, I'm not going to give you the bullets because you don't know what you are doing. Unlike you, I actually have had a firearm lesson. More to the point, I won't give you a loaded firearm because I think I've stressed the lady, or ladies, watching over us right now enough for one night.""Huh?" Lowry and Barabbas echoed. Pierre looked around."Wes didn't keep us inside to play '20 Questions' for her own amusement. She kept us occupied so her other teammate, or teammates, could move to this side of the house, so they could watch over us while giving you three the delusion we were alone. They are professionals in camouflage gear with night-vision goggles, so unless they had to move rapidly through the underbrush, we weren't likely to detect them.""I played along because I felt it was necessary for you three to open up a little bit. Life is only going to get tougher over the next few months. None of us want to have a chat with heavily armed women staring over our shoulders, so I took us outside where it would appear we were alone," I explained."You lied to us," Lowry snipped."No. My words were true. What I did was allow you to deceive yourself as to our level of security and amount of company. I did what I did for the good of the group, regardless of gender, Gentlemen. It is how we all need to start thinking. Something else you might want to think about is: everyone I love is with me here today. A good number of people who decided getting in my way was a good thing aren't even alive anymore. I will gladly embrace any one of you as brothers. If you are an obstacle, I will fucking see you gone, one way or another; clear?""We are guys," Lowry insisted smugly. Old thinking: women protected men."I; don't; care," I glared back. "You may be a sperm-shooter, but inside me is the only surefire cure for the Gender Plague. I repeat: people I love, and there are several, are all alive today because I cared and took an active hand in their survival. My enemies are mostly dead. Being a man will save you from the women in there. It won't save you from me.""You'd kill us?" Pierre whispered."Pierre, my Mother died over a year ago. Where are your Mother and Sister? You don't give a damn about a single fucking human being and yet you expect me to trust you? Why?" I challenged him. "I've already proved to multiple people I can reach beyond my shell and give a fuck. Until you rejoin the Human Race, I value the rest of those battling alongside me far more than you, or anyone else regardless of whether they have a penis, or a vagina. I'm not going to snap your neck, stab, or shoot you. I'm simply not going to bother trying to save you. The World is doing a bang-up job of killing the rest of Humanity off, without my assistance.""I really ought to punch you," Lowry threatened."Give it your best shot," I took a step toward him. That wasn't what he, or I, was expecting. I put down my poor judgment and combative demeanor to exhaustion."Don't, guys," Barabbas interceded."You are an Asshole," Lowry snarled."And you are consistently ignoring reality," I snapped back. "For instance, we are not alone out here, plus we are also at the door." I knocked once. The door swung open to reveal a rather attentive and unhappy Wes Prince. I handed her the bullet and magazine."You were listening in?" Lowry turned his anger on her. Wes' eyes went from me, to him, out into the darkness then back to me, though her words were to Lowry."Yes. Of course I was listening in. I wouldn't call him an Asshole. I'd go for Smart-ass." To me, "Do you enjoy being annoyingly correct?""No. I'd be ecstatic to realize I was completely wrong about everything and had lapsed into a mad delusion," I related, my own anger seeping away. "Being right means I have to keep appreciating and respecting you and your compatriots and taking responsibility for my own clumsy contributions to our current situation, which I don't want to do. I want to go to bed.""Come on in and go to bed then," she softened. She made a slight hand gesture. "My pistol, please, Mr. Pritchard?" she requested of Lowry. Grudgingly he gave her the firearm. She stepped aside. Lowry went first, Barabbas second. Pierre gasped slightly because as he went up the steps he noticed the two Vanishers coming toward us from outside ~ the ones I had predicted to be watching us.I went in after Pierre. Wes followed along. Capri and Kuiko were waiting. The lights had already been dimmed throughout most of the rest of the dwelling."Who were those other two guys?" Wes stopped me."Sergeant Major Daly was a Marine N C O and improv poet renowned for his battlefield musings. His most famous philosophical insight into the fighting spirit of men came in World War One. In his words "Come on, you sons of bitches, do you want to live forever?" He also won two Medals of Honor, so he must have had some talent.""Company Sergeant-Major John Robert Osborn was a Canadian; that was the country which now makes up the northern third of our current Federation; who found himself misplaced on the island of Hong Kong in late 1941; him, a handful of lads from Winnipeg and a shitload more Japanese. He and the Japanese ended up in a game of grenade tag,”"Grenade tag?" one of my two 'silent' guardians interrupted."Yes ~ grenade tag. Apparently in the olden days, grenades didn't airburst, or explode on impact. You pulled a pin and threw it at the enemy, then waited for the fuse to burn out and the grenade to go 'Boom!.' Quick, brave, and or stupid people could grab that grenade and toss it back. In some cases, one grenade might make two, or three trips before detonating.""Anyway, the Japanese were so very rudely throwing grenades into the position he and his Winnipeg Grenadiers were defending, so he kept returning them. After eight and a half hours of such fun, he came across one he couldn't toss back in time. He covered it with his body to shield his comrades from the blast, dying instantly. The British Empire gave him something called the Victoria Cross for his actions. He was the first Canadian in World War Two to receive it.""Why do you know such stuff?" she grinned. "Oh, I'm Scar and this is Nat," she indicated the third member of the Wes-Scar-Nat Vanisher trio."I considered myself a coward, so I read a lot about brave men. I was kind of hoping to figure out how I could be brave myself, one day," I disclosed."Mission success," the third one smiled. "Go to bed."I gathered up Capri and Kuiko and did as instructed. As I rested my head on the pillow, lights out and my mind gratefully shutting down."Less impressive sex, Bitch," Capri teased."No," I groaned."They definitely think you've got the 'sexy'," Kuiko enlightened me."Can we please just go to sleep?" I begged.Capri rolled onto her side, back to me, gave me a bump in the hip with her ass, then moved away a tiny bit. Kuiko wiggled close, kissed me lightly on the cheek, and then did the same. Unconsciousness took me before any other worries could steal my much needed slumber.The Larger World:As I struggled for sleep a second time, events unfolding in three different places around the Globe (Asia, the City and the Capitol) would impact my fate.Asia:First; the brutal agony still going on as the Sun disappeared over the horizon wasn't over when I woke up the next morning. It was largely misunderstood for some time afterwards, but was referred to as; the Battle for Shanghai.Five Chinese regular force divisions fought the garrison division of Shanghai, its 'reserve' division, hastily gathered volunteer female formations and a hodge-podge of ancillary forces the United Nations could throw into the fray. The goal for both sides was to seize a mother and her unborn child. Within them were the only other active resistant viral factory killing the T2 Gender Plague. By the time I woke up, both sides were sure the other side had killed them both, pretty much insuring the extinction of all sentient life in Eurasia.I say 'Eurasia' because by dusk of the previous day, the Federation knew for sure I, the other source of a cure for the T2, was still alive and kicking, as were my sons. My sons held a nebulous promise for a future date. I was of immediate importance since my adult body could produce enough antivirals to protect tens of thousands of people on a relatively continuous basis, or so it was projected.With, or without the mother and child, China was done for. Japan and Korea were rapidly circling the drain. North of China, the Plague was racing across Siberian Russia. Central Asia had never really recovered from the first round of the Gender Plague all those years ago so, now off the beaten path, would be longer in dying. India had too many outbreaks to even dream of containment. Pakistan, Iran, Turkey and the Levant Republic all had reported cases as well.Europe:Beyond the Urals, the Europeans were grappling with the looming fear of a global economic collapse along with the Specter of Death though 48 hours into the crisis, there were no cases to report yet. Civil order was teetering. Several nations had either closed their borders, or were considering doing so. Women began hording food, and men.Africa:

The Office of Cannabis Management rejected about two thirds of applications from people hoping to start some of the state's first cannabis businesses. We hear about frustration from hopeful entrepreneurs and why the state deemed so many applications ineligible.Wednesday, Nov. 20 is Trans Day of Remembrance. We talk to a new organization on the North Shore about building resilience.And a wildlife refuge in the state is lucky to be a stop on the migration path of the sandhill crane. We learn about why more cranes are showing up this fall.Plus we learn about the life of a journalist who changed the narrative around the AIDS crisis back in the 1980s.Our Minnesota Music Minute is Shine a Light on Me by Cole Diamond and our Song of the Day is Crawling Home When the Morning Comes by Sweet and Lonely.

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Recovering From Bad EventsBy regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Stay there,” Arlo instructed her.He turned the water off. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried his body. Then he patted her down.“Let’s get you to bed,” he said.He draped the towel over her shoulder as if that provided adequate cover. Then, he helped her stand. As they were leaving the bathroom, she said, “Wait.”She pulled the towel off her and proceeded to hang it in its place.“Okay. Ready,” she said.Arlo was beside her with a protective arm around her waist. They walked into the bedroom. At first, Arlo watched her feet and made sure the floor was clear of hazards. Then biology and curiosity took over and he stared at her nakedness. His erection returned.“Here we go,” he said. “Sit on the bed.”Meadow landed hard onto the bed. Her boobs bounced delightfully and her legs splayed open showing tender, pink flesh.“Easy now,” Arlo said. He steadied her and kept her upright.Meadow sat there. All the booze she had drank caused a shift in her personality. She was feeling depressed and indulged in self-pity. She sobbed.“Why do men cheat on me?” she asked her nephew.Arlo didn’t know what to say so he said nothing. She continued.“Ted was supposed to take me out tonight. Instead, he’s having a cocaine party with two women he just met. He’d rather get high and screw strangers than be with me. We’ve been dating six months. Sleeping together for five. I gave him my ass and still he dumped me.”Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked up at Arlo with eyes full of sorrow.He attempted to console her. “You’re beautiful,” he assured her.Meadow looked at his manly dick and looked back into his brown eyes. Both reminded her of Ted. The alcohol flowing through her body changed her mood. The “self-pitying drunk” became an “angry drunk”.To her, Arlo represented Ted and all the other men who had cheated on her.She grabbed his dick and pulled him to her. Arlo had no choice, but to get on the bed with her. They ended up side by side on the mattress.“Hey! What are you doing? "Arlo shrieked.Meadow laughed harshly and said, "I’ve had it with being used and discarded by men. I’m in charge now.”She pulled on his cock to show that she was the boss. Then, she pulled his head to her and forced a kissed, hard.She was the aggressor. She rolled him on his back, climbed on top of him and kissed him more. Arlo was confused and hesitant. He was being sexually assaulted, but still sacrificing himself because of his concern for her erratic condition.“Wait. Aunt Meadow,” he protested. He was worried her mood would shift again and he’d be in trouble.“Pucker up,” she responded.She kissed him repeatedly. His fear evaporated and Arlo began to enjoy it. He found her lips warm and soft. He didn’t care that his first real kiss was with a relative.After an extended period of kissing, Meadow got on her hands and knees. She straddling Arlo and presented a breast to his mouth.“Kiss my boob.”Arlo didn’t hesitate this time. He kissed all parts of her boob. It looked huge hanging down from her chest. Soon he was licking and softly sucking on her big, hard nipple.“Um. Yeah, like that,” she moaned. She enjoyed his attention.Minutes later, she moved and swung the other tit over to his mouth. He gave it the same loving treatment.She sat up and addressed him while towering over him. “I’ve sucked a lot of dicks. Not always because I wanted to, but to please some man. I’m not sucking yours. You are performing oral sex on me.”She slid her knees forward until her cunt was over his mouth. She sat on his face. “Eat me,” she ordered.A hot fur pie dropped on Arlo. He struggled to free his nose so he could breathe and then, he struggled to please her. He’d never done this before. He thought, “Oh God! What am I supposed to do? She liked, well I think she liked how I treated her breasts. I’ll do the same thing”.He kissed her snatch and gently licked and sucked on her slit. He explored her with his tongue. Accidentally, he encountered her clit. She reacted in a positive way.“Oh! Yes. There. There,” she cooed.Arlo brought his hands up and held her ass as he concentrated on the bump, this little nub that she seemed to like having touched. The whole experience reminded him of eating a peach. Both were fuzzy, juicy and delicious. He thought, “God! I’d never have guessed that eating cunt would be so fucking wonderful.”.Arlo was giving her his full attention. He noticed as time passed, she became more vocal and she moved her hips rhythmically. She cried out loudly, “Oh. Fucking yes!”She ground her cunt hard into his face. She slammed into him and held it there. Her thighs clamped down on his head. Arlo had no idea what was happening. His range of movement was limited, but he continued to flick his tongue and stimulate her the best he could.Meadow gasped loudly and drew in a large amount of air. She punched the top of his head and shouted, “Enough. Stop!” Then she rolled off and curled up into a ball. She rocked slowly, breathed deeply and concentrated on the wonderful orgasmic feelings that flowed through her body.Arlo lay on his side and watched and waited. After a couple of minutes, Meadow turned towards him. She punched his shoulder and said angrily, “You bastard. Whaz wrong wit you? When da woman comes. leave her be, dammit! Let her enjoy her ogasma. Da clit gets too tender for you to keep going on and on, bastard.”Arlo stared at her blankly. He didn’t know what she was talking about. He started babbling, “I’m sorry if I did it wrong. I’ve never done that before. I don’t what’s enough and what’s too much. Sorry.”Meadow acted like she didn’t hear his apology. She was still drunk and even though she had had an orgasm, she was still mad at men. She saw his erection and grabbed it.“Get on you back,” she shouted angrily.Her rage startled him. He rolled over on his back. She straddled him and slotted his penis at her opening. She decided that she was going to do whatever she wanted. She was going to have fun tonight. She eased down on his hardness.“Oh, yeah,” she cried as he went in her.Arlo cried out too, “Oh!” His exclamation was a cry of surprise.She sank slowly on his rod. She savored the initial penetration and the spreading of her flesh. She said, “This is payback for all those jerks who fucked me, got off and left me unsatisfied. Why can’t tonight be my night? Why can’t I come twice?”Arlo was shell shocked. This whole evening had been strange, a true night of firsts for him. Before this evening, he’d been an inexperienced virgin who hadn’t kissed a girl and now he’d seen one naked, been jerked off, kissed a grown woman, sucked her tits, ate her cunt and, the pièce de résistance, he was having sex, intercourse, with a woman.“Oh,” he moaned as he experienced the joy, the ecstasy, of being inside a woman.She began riding him. She started slowly giving herself time to adjust to a hard, thick object in her vagina. She fucked with no consideration of her partner. She did what she wanted, at the speed and rhythm she desired. The echo of her last orgasm was present. She drew on those feeling and moved quickly toward another.Arlo lay there as this beautiful woman gave him the most precious experience of his life. His dick loved everything she did. Lucky, he’d come in the shower fifteen minutes ago, otherwise he would have exploded the second time she bounced on his dick.He watched her face take on a determined expression. He saw her boobs bouncing around like crazy. He saw her triangle of hair rise and fall as her vagina rose and fell on his cock. She clenched her teeth, spittle flew from her mouth as she sucked in and expelled air. Then she cried out.“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!”She slammed herself home faster and faster, harder and harder. Her cunt clenched his dick.He came. “Oh God!” he yelled.She came. “Fuck!”His ears were ringing. His heart pounded. He’d never felt joy like this before.Meadow lost contact with reality. She was already drunk. This orgasmic high took her to a new world. One of bliss, pure unadulterated bliss. She tumbled off him and luxuriated in the most wonderful feeling a woman can experience.The lovers concentrated on the beautiful feelings. Sleep soon claimed them.Morning ComesMeadow woke first the next morning. She was lying on her side. Her head faced the edge of the bed. She could see out the window. It was a dreary, rainy morn.She was hungover. Her mouth was desert dry. Her head was pounding like there was a little monkey inside her skull banging a drum. She was achy and nauseous.As full consciousness came to her, she felt a familiar sensation. Her vagina felt open and sore in a good way. That was how she felt the day after having sex.“What happened last night?” she wondered. She remembered the fight with her boyfriend Ted. She knew they hadn’t had sex. She remembered being upset, coming home, and drinking heavily. What happened after she drank was sketchy.She lifted the sheet and said to herself, “I’m naked?”That wasn’t how she usually slept. She decided to check herself. She snaked a hand down to her cunt. She noticed her lips were swollen and sore and there were crusty remains on her sex and thighs. “Okay. I had sex last night?” she asked herself. “With who?”.She heard a male snort behind. Meadow sat up and turned around. She recognized the boy in her bed even though she only saw the back of him.“Arlo?” she shouted panicking. “What are you doing in my bed?”“Huh?” Arlo groaned as he woke.When he turned toward her, Meadow saw his injuries. He had a black-eye and a rug burn on his face. His body had scratches and bruises.She recalled scouring his face with her cunt and fighting over a liquor bottle. She immediately felt bad. She said, “Oh, Arlo! I’m so sorry.”She was distraught and had a flashback recalling more of what happened the night before. She recalled her drinking and the way she had used Arlo sexually. Her embarrassment and distress were increased by the injuries she saw on his body. She knew she had caused them all.She began to cry and apologized again. “Arlo, I remember what happened last night. I can see I hurt you and I know I took advantage you. I’m so sorry.”He stared at her blankly. He remembered last night as his night of firsts. It was a great night in his mind. He dismissed the injuries as accidental and insignificant.Before he could respond, she said, “I was drunk and abusive. I apologize. God! I don’t know how I can make it up to you.”Suddenly the stories girlfriends had told her about being raped by men filled her mind. A common theme of the survivors was how difficult it was to put the horrific experience behind them and to trust men again.Meadow began sobbing. She felt so guilty. She worried that she had done serious damage to Arlo, much deeper and more damaging than the scratches and a black eye.She cried and said, “Arlo, I’m a lawyer, a district attorney. Every day I strive to do the right thing. My integrity and reputation are important to me. I fight for the victims of crimes. If I can’t make things right, I try to make the situation better and give people some justice. My actions last night go against everything I believed.”Arlo was quiet and still. He didn’t relate well to people under normal circumstances. He had no clue what to do with this blubbering woman confessing her sins to him. He made an awkward situation more awkward by saying and doing nothing.Meadow finally stopped crying. She grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. Then she took a deep breath to settled herself.“Arlo, what I did was bad. Wrong.”“I forgive you.”He was thinking about the two orgasms she had given him. He’d trade a black eye for a fuck any day of the week.“No. You’re just being polite. What I did was unforgivable! We can’t pretend otherwise. We can’t paper over this. What I did was serious.”Arlo lay on his side. He did and said nothing. She interpreted that to mean he was shell-shocked. She was determined to repair the damaged she had done.She grabbed his hand and sat facing him. Her big breasts wobbled in front of his eyes. She said, “How can I make it up to you? She'd had suspects convicted and sent to prison for what she did. He only hope was to mitigate the harm she'd done to himHe stared silently at her chest. Her big tits sagged. That added to their appealing soft, luscious look. Her nipples were outrageous. They were big, hard and demanding to be suck, or so it seemed to Arlo. He dearly wanted to put his lips on her breasts.He recalled what his grandfather had said the other day, "If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?”.In his mind, he said, “Oh my God! I’m there. I’m in that situation. One word and we could be having sex. This could be a win-win. I’ll get to have sex and it will ease Aunt Meadow’s guilty conscious”.He was certain that if he said the right words, he soon would be tapping his swollen penis against her vulva and that she would smile and moan as he slid his hard cock inside her wet vagina.A lie could do good.He justified it further saying to himself, “Look at her. She feels horrible about what happened. She needs more than my forgiveness, she needs to forgive herself. She wants to make this right. She feels the need to do penance for her transgressions. I should give her that chance”.Arlo continued his internal conversation, “Grandfather, you were right. Ethics is about doing good. If the goal of my actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then I must lie to her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose. I hereby embrace moral relativism.”Arlo looked up at his Aunt’s face and said, “I was a virgin. You were rough and abusive and you forced me to have sex with you.”“Oh God!” Meadow wailed.“If you want to make it up to me, make love to me. Until my parents return, show me how a man and a woman should have sex. Replace my horrific experience with a good one.”Meadow felt terrible about what she had done. Meadow's ethical dilemma was a choice between two courses of action. Can a ‘bad' action ever be good? Only if it accomplishes a good!She said, “Yes! I’m so sorry I raped you. I can’t undo it. I can’t erase that memory, but let’s surround it with happier ones.”She leaned into him and as a peace offering gave him her breasts, the objects he’d been gazing at. Arlo accepted. He sucked on a perky nipple. He gently pushed her to her back and then he feasted on her tits for a long time.He was gentle. He was thorough. He explored and experienced her breasts with his hands, mouth and lips. He kissed and caressed her wonderful boobs. Her nipples were fully hard and erect. He felt they were demanding his attention. He gladly gave it.Meadow was relieved. She felt that agreeing to his suggestion was the least she could do. “I’ll give him good memories to supplant the bad one,” she told herself“Oh,” she moaned as her body responded to his actions.Slowly, steadily, meticulously his tongue circled her hard nipple before finally he pulled it into his mouth. He sucked on it urgently. He drew another moan from her.“Oh. Oh!”She clutched his head and held it against her breasts demanding he continue. She felt the beginning of an ache between her thighs. She was aroused and rocked her hips against the air wishing his hard cock was inside her.“Touch me,” she begged.Arlo was more than willing to oblige. He sucked on one breast and caressed the other. He was too young and inexperienced to know that’s not what she wanted, not what she needed.She grabbed his hand and said, “I meant, touch my sex.”She brought his hand to her cunt. It traveled down her soft, firm body and through her coarse, wiry pubic hair to her gash. She didn’t release his hand until his fingers grazed her lower lips. When he did, she moaned, “Umm. Yes. Play with my cunt. Make me wet.”Her sex was soft and hot. Suddenly, it was all he was interested in. Arlo abandoned her tits and put his face in her crotch. He was assaulted and intrigued by its pungent odor. The smell was as alluring as the scent he discovered in her dirty panties from the hamper, but it was sweeter.He carefully explored her sex with his fingertips. This was fascinating territory for him. He suddenly was overwhelmed with the desire to taste her. He licked her hairy slit and didn’t regret it. It was more wonderful than words can express. He burrowed into it to their mutual delight.“Umm,” he moaned like a starving man at an all-you-came-eat buffet.“Oh. Yes darling, lick me!”Arlo loved eating her cunt. He devoured it. His technique was poor and his execution haphazard. Meadow became annoyed. Then, she chuckled aloud and told herself, ‘Remember, this isn’t for you. It’s for him.'Arlo stopped when he heard her laugh. He was worried and asked, “Am I doing something wrong?”“No. I love your zealousness. Come here,” she said kindly. She sat up and reached out to him. She went to kiss him.“Wait,” he said. He was embarrassed that his face was covered with her essence. He wiped his mouth.She placed her hand on his and said, “You don’t need to clean up for me. I’m not a prissy girl. Some women object to tasting themselves. I don’t.”She kissed him on the lips. They shared the flavor and smell of her arousal.She smiled and said, “Sex is fun and messy. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want you inside me. Now!”She reclined and Arlo lay on top of her. She reached in between their bodies and grabbed his cock. She maneuvered it to her opening. He felt his crown rest at her warm, wet opening.She looked into his eyes and said, “Push into me. Be gentle and go slow. Okay?”He nodded. He thrust into her. It was difficult for him to take it easy. He wanted to bury his cock quick and deep in her cunt, but he tried to be a gentleman.“Ah. That’s good,” Meadow exclaimed. “Oh! I love the initial penetration. It’s so wonderful. It’s like waking up on Christmas morning. You do all this waiting and waiting and thinking about it during foreplay. When it finally happens, there’s this overwhelming joy of "Oh My God It’s finally in me!”Meadow was not normally a vocal lover, but she knew he was inexperienced and wanted to do more than fuck him, she wanted to educate him. She continued,“It feels so right. My vagina was made for this. It was made to have a man’s cock inside me. Filled me up! I’m warm and tingling all over. It feels wonderful.”Arlo felt the same way. Her cunt was warm, smooth, and smug. It was the perfect place for his dick. He sank in slowly to the hilt. He withdrew and slid it in again and again. They both experienced the same wonderful pleasure over and over again.Meadow flipped her hips and moved in coordination with him. Her action increased the pleasure for both. Too much so for Arlo.“Oh. Oh. Ah!” he cried out as he climaxed.He pressed his dick deep inside her and shuddered as he shot his load. Meadow held him tight the whole time. His heart pounded and his breathing was ragged. She rubbed his back lovingly.When he recovered. He was embarrassed to have come so quickly. He tried to get off her and mumbled, “Sorry. I didn’t last longer.”She refused to let him leave. She said kindly, “Look at me.”He was shy and hesitant and kept his eyes averted.“Look at me,” she said softly. He raised his eyes. She said, “It’s okay. I enjoyed it. Did you enjoy it?”“Yes, but you didn’t come.”“No, I didn’t. Women don’t come every time. But maybe I will after lunch or after dinner or tomorrow or the day after that.”His eyes got wide as saucers and he asked, “So we can do it again?”She laughed and said, “Yes. That’s our deal. As often as we can until your parents return from their trip.”She felt his dick pulse inside her. It had been shrinking after his orgasm. There seemed to be a course correction.She smiled and said, “You’re getting hard again, aren’t you?”He nodded. She kissed him long and hard and then said, “I love the short recovery period of young men. Do me again.”Arlo smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. He thrust his hardening dick in her. Between her smile and her warm cunt, he was fully hard in no time.“Kiss me,” she asked.They kissed and rutted. He lasted longer this time and had the pleasure of seeing joy overtake her as she orgasmed.“Oh. Oh. Oh!” she cried out as her body spasmed and she delighted in her climax.“Oh. Oh. Oh!” he echoed. He pounded her and exploded inside her.The pair were lost in their bliss. They were flush and warm. Their hearts were beating rapidly and they were panting instead of breathing. When they recovered, she smiled and asked, “Did I come hard enough for you?”He nodded and grinned in response to her teasing comment. The grin grew into a broad smile. He was proud that he had made her orgasm.“The next nine days are going to be fun,” she said brightly. “Think of it as my belatedly Valentine’s Day gift to you.”He nodded and then, they kissed.Breaking off the kiss, Meadow said; “Arlo, we're both dedicated students of your grandfather's ethics & philosophy. We both conform our lives to discipline, to do the best we know to do, right?”“Yes,” Arlo said. “I love his tutoring”.“Right, I think we have that in common.” Meadow went on; “We may not find it easy to end this remedial phase, but I think you'll be ready and able to find more suitable partners to continue on where we leave off. You have the best skill that any good lover can ever attain. You're a giver. A compassionate and self-sacrificing, empathetic young man. You need to look for a life partner who reciprocates that virtue, instead of taking advantage of it.”“Sounds like good advice, sensei. I have the feeling I'll always be benefitting from your experienced counsel.”The EndBy regularguy13 for Literotica

Recovering From Bad EventsBy regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Stay there,” Arlo instructed her.He turned the water off. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried his body. Then he patted her down.“Let’s get you to bed,” he said.He draped the towel over her shoulder as if that provided adequate cover. Then, he helped her stand. As they were leaving the bathroom, she said, “Wait.”She pulled the towel off her and proceeded to hang it in its place.“Okay. Ready,” she said.Arlo was beside her with a protective arm around her waist. They walked into the bedroom. At first, Arlo watched her feet and made sure the floor was clear of hazards. Then biology and curiosity took over and he stared at her nakedness. His erection returned.“Here we go,” he said. “Sit on the bed.”Meadow landed hard onto the bed. Her boobs bounced delightfully and her legs splayed open showing tender, pink flesh.“Easy now,” Arlo said. He steadied her and kept her upright.Meadow sat there. All the booze she had drank caused a shift in her personality. She was feeling depressed and indulged in self-pity. She sobbed.“Why do men cheat on me?” she asked her nephew.Arlo didn’t know what to say so he said nothing. She continued.“Ted was supposed to take me out tonight. Instead, he’s having a cocaine party with two women he just met. He’d rather get high and screw strangers than be with me. We’ve been dating six months. Sleeping together for five. I gave him my ass and still he dumped me.”Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked up at Arlo with eyes full of sorrow.He attempted to console her. “You’re beautiful,” he assured her.Meadow looked at his manly dick and looked back into his brown eyes. Both reminded her of Ted. The alcohol flowing through her body changed her mood. The “self-pitying drunk” became an “angry drunk”.To her, Arlo represented Ted and all the other men who had cheated on her.She grabbed his dick and pulled him to her. Arlo had no choice, but to get on the bed with her. They ended up side by side on the mattress.“Hey! What are you doing? "Arlo shrieked.Meadow laughed harshly and said, "I’ve had it with being used and discarded by men. I’m in charge now.”She pulled on his cock to show that she was the boss. Then, she pulled his head to her and forced a kissed, hard.She was the aggressor. She rolled him on his back, climbed on top of him and kissed him more. Arlo was confused and hesitant. He was being sexually assaulted, but still sacrificing himself because of his concern for her erratic condition.“Wait. Aunt Meadow,” he protested. He was worried her mood would shift again and he’d be in trouble.“Pucker up,” she responded.She kissed him repeatedly. His fear evaporated and Arlo began to enjoy it. He found her lips warm and soft. He didn’t care that his first real kiss was with a relative.After an extended period of kissing, Meadow got on her hands and knees. She straddling Arlo and presented a breast to his mouth.“Kiss my boob.”Arlo didn’t hesitate this time. He kissed all parts of her boob. It looked huge hanging down from her chest. Soon he was licking and softly sucking on her big, hard nipple.“Um. Yeah, like that,” she moaned. She enjoyed his attention.Minutes later, she moved and swung the other tit over to his mouth. He gave it the same loving treatment.She sat up and addressed him while towering over him. “I’ve sucked a lot of dicks. Not always because I wanted to, but to please some man. I’m not sucking yours. You are performing oral sex on me.”She slid her knees forward until her cunt was over his mouth. She sat on his face. “Eat me,” she ordered.A hot fur pie dropped on Arlo. He struggled to free his nose so he could breathe and then, he struggled to please her. He’d never done this before. He thought, “Oh God! What am I supposed to do? She liked, well I think she liked how I treated her breasts. I’ll do the same thing”.He kissed her snatch and gently licked and sucked on her slit. He explored her with his tongue. Accidentally, he encountered her clit. She reacted in a positive way.“Oh! Yes. There. There,” she cooed.Arlo brought his hands up and held her ass as he concentrated on the bump, this little nub that she seemed to like having touched. The whole experience reminded him of eating a peach. Both were fuzzy, juicy and delicious. He thought, “God! I’d never have guessed that eating cunt would be so fucking wonderful.”.Arlo was giving her his full attention. He noticed as time passed, she became more vocal and she moved her hips rhythmically. She cried out loudly, “Oh. Fucking yes!”She ground her cunt hard into his face. She slammed into him and held it there. Her thighs clamped down on his head. Arlo had no idea what was happening. His range of movement was limited, but he continued to flick his tongue and stimulate her the best he could.Meadow gasped loudly and drew in a large amount of air. She punched the top of his head and shouted, “Enough. Stop!” Then she rolled off and curled up into a ball. She rocked slowly, breathed deeply and concentrated on the wonderful orgasmic feelings that flowed through her body.Arlo lay on his side and watched and waited. After a couple of minutes, Meadow turned towards him. She punched his shoulder and said angrily, “You bastard. Whaz wrong wit you? When da woman comes. leave her be, dammit! Let her enjoy her ogasma. Da clit gets too tender for you to keep going on and on, bastard.”Arlo stared at her blankly. He didn’t know what she was talking about. He started babbling, “I’m sorry if I did it wrong. I’ve never done that before. I don’t what’s enough and what’s too much. Sorry.”Meadow acted like she didn’t hear his apology. She was still drunk and even though she had had an orgasm, she was still mad at men. She saw his erection and grabbed it.“Get on you back,” she shouted angrily.Her rage startled him. He rolled over on his back. She straddled him and slotted his penis at her opening. She decided that she was going to do whatever she wanted. She was going to have fun tonight. She eased down on his hardness.“Oh, yeah,” she cried as he went in her.Arlo cried out too, “Oh!” His exclamation was a cry of surprise.She sank slowly on his rod. She savored the initial penetration and the spreading of her flesh. She said, “This is payback for all those jerks who fucked me, got off and left me unsatisfied. Why can’t tonight be my night? Why can’t I come twice?”Arlo was shell shocked. This whole evening had been strange, a true night of firsts for him. Before this evening, he’d been an inexperienced virgin who hadn’t kissed a girl and now he’d seen one naked, been jerked off, kissed a grown woman, sucked her tits, ate her cunt and, the pièce de résistance, he was having sex, intercourse, with a woman.“Oh,” he moaned as he experienced the joy, the ecstasy, of being inside a woman.She began riding him. She started slowly giving herself time to adjust to a hard, thick object in her vagina. She fucked with no consideration of her partner. She did what she wanted, at the speed and rhythm she desired. The echo of her last orgasm was present. She drew on those feeling and moved quickly toward another.Arlo lay there as this beautiful woman gave him the most precious experience of his life. His dick loved everything she did. Lucky, he’d come in the shower fifteen minutes ago, otherwise he would have exploded the second time she bounced on his dick.He watched her face take on a determined expression. He saw her boobs bouncing around like crazy. He saw her triangle of hair rise and fall as her vagina rose and fell on his cock. She clenched her teeth, spittle flew from her mouth as she sucked in and expelled air. Then she cried out.“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!”She slammed herself home faster and faster, harder and harder. Her cunt clenched his dick.He came. “Oh God!” he yelled.She came. “Fuck!”His ears were ringing. His heart pounded. He’d never felt joy like this before.Meadow lost contact with reality. She was already drunk. This orgasmic high took her to a new world. One of bliss, pure unadulterated bliss. She tumbled off him and luxuriated in the most wonderful feeling a woman can experience.The lovers concentrated on the beautiful feelings. Sleep soon claimed them.Morning ComesMeadow woke first the next morning. She was lying on her side. Her head faced the edge of the bed. She could see out the window. It was a dreary, rainy morn.She was hungover. Her mouth was desert dry. Her head was pounding like there was a little monkey inside her skull banging a drum. She was achy and nauseous.As full consciousness came to her, she felt a familiar sensation. Her vagina felt open and sore in a good way. That was how she felt the day after having sex.“What happened last night?” she wondered. She remembered the fight with her boyfriend Ted. She knew they hadn’t had sex. She remembered being upset, coming home, and drinking heavily. What happened after she drank was sketchy.She lifted the sheet and said to herself, “I’m naked?”That wasn’t how she usually slept. She decided to check herself. She snaked a hand down to her cunt. She noticed her lips were swollen and sore and there were crusty remains on her sex and thighs. “Okay. I had sex last night?” she asked herself. “With who?”.She heard a male snort behind. Meadow sat up and turned around. She recognized the boy in her bed even though she only saw the back of him.“Arlo?” she shouted panicking. “What are you doing in my bed?”“Huh?” Arlo groaned as he woke.When he turned toward her, Meadow saw his injuries. He had a black-eye and a rug burn on his face. His body had scratches and bruises.She recalled scouring his face with her cunt and fighting over a liquor bottle. She immediately felt bad. She said, “Oh, Arlo! I’m so sorry.”She was distraught and had a flashback recalling more of what happened the night before. She recalled her drinking and the way she had used Arlo sexually. Her embarrassment and distress were increased by the injuries she saw on his body. She knew she had caused them all.She began to cry and apologized again. “Arlo, I remember what happened last night. I can see I hurt you and I know I took advantage you. I’m so sorry.”He stared at her blankly. He remembered last night as his night of firsts. It was a great night in his mind. He dismissed the injuries as accidental and insignificant.Before he could respond, she said, “I was drunk and abusive. I apologize. God! I don’t know how I can make it up to you.”Suddenly the stories girlfriends had told her about being raped by men filled her mind. A common theme of the survivors was how difficult it was to put the horrific experience behind them and to trust men again.Meadow began sobbing. She felt so guilty. She worried that she had done serious damage to Arlo, much deeper and more damaging than the scratches and a black eye.She cried and said, “Arlo, I’m a lawyer, a district attorney. Every day I strive to do the right thing. My integrity and reputation are important to me. I fight for the victims of crimes. If I can’t make things right, I try to make the situation better and give people some justice. My actions last night go against everything I believed.”Arlo was quiet and still. He didn’t relate well to people under normal circumstances. He had no clue what to do with this blubbering woman confessing her sins to him. He made an awkward situation more awkward by saying and doing nothing.Meadow finally stopped crying. She grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. Then she took a deep breath to settled herself.“Arlo, what I did was bad. Wrong.”“I forgive you.”He was thinking about the two orgasms she had given him. He’d trade a black eye for a fuck any day of the week.“No. You’re just being polite. What I did was unforgivable! We can’t pretend otherwise. We can’t paper over this. What I did was serious.”Arlo lay on his side. He did and said nothing. She interpreted that to mean he was shell-shocked. She was determined to repair the damaged she had done.She grabbed his hand and sat facing him. Her big breasts wobbled in front of his eyes. She said, “How can I make it up to you? She'd had suspects convicted and sent to prison for what she did. He only hope was to mitigate the harm she'd done to himHe stared silently at her chest. Her big tits sagged. That added to their appealing soft, luscious look. Her nipples were outrageous. They were big, hard and demanding to be suck, or so it seemed to Arlo. He dearly wanted to put his lips on her breasts.He recalled what his grandfather had said the other day, "If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?”.In his mind, he said, “Oh my God! I’m there. I’m in that situation. One word and we could be having sex. This could be a win-win. I’ll get to have sex and it will ease Aunt Meadow’s guilty conscious”.He was certain that if he said the right words, he soon would be tapping his swollen penis against her vulva and that she would smile and moan as he slid his hard cock inside her wet vagina.A lie could do good.He justified it further saying to himself, “Look at her. She feels horrible about what happened. She needs more than my forgiveness, she needs to forgive herself. She wants to make this right. She feels the need to do penance for her transgressions. I should give her that chance”.Arlo continued his internal conversation, “Grandfather, you were right. Ethics is about doing good. If the goal of my actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then I must lie to her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose. I hereby embrace moral relativism.”Arlo looked up at his Aunt’s face and said, “I was a virgin. You were rough and abusive and you forced me to have sex with you.”“Oh God!” Meadow wailed.“If you want to make it up to me, make love to me. Until my parents return, show me how a man and a woman should have sex. Replace my horrific experience with a good one.”Meadow felt terrible about what she had done. Meadow's ethical dilemma was a choice between two courses of action. Can a ‘bad' action ever be good? Only if it accomplishes a good!She said, “Yes! I’m so sorry I raped you. I can’t undo it. I can’t erase that memory, but let’s surround it with happier ones.”She leaned into him and as a peace offering gave him her breasts, the objects he’d been gazing at. Arlo accepted. He sucked on a perky nipple. He gently pushed her to her back and then he feasted on her tits for a long time.He was gentle. He was thorough. He explored and experienced her breasts with his hands, mouth and lips. He kissed and caressed her wonderful boobs. Her nipples were fully hard and erect. He felt they were demanding his attention. He gladly gave it.Meadow was relieved. She felt that agreeing to his suggestion was the least she could do. “I’ll give him good memories to supplant the bad one,” she told herself“Oh,” she moaned as her body responded to his actions.Slowly, steadily, meticulously his tongue circled her hard nipple before finally he pulled it into his mouth. He sucked on it urgently. He drew another moan from her.“Oh. Oh!”She clutched his head and held it against her breasts demanding he continue. She felt the beginning of an ache between her thighs. She was aroused and rocked her hips against the air wishing his hard cock was inside her.“Touch me,” she begged.Arlo was more than willing to oblige. He sucked on one breast and caressed the other. He was too young and inexperienced to know that’s not what she wanted, not what she needed.She grabbed his hand and said, “I meant, touch my sex.”She brought his hand to her cunt. It traveled down her soft, firm body and through her coarse, wiry pubic hair to her gash. She didn’t release his hand until his fingers grazed her lower lips. When he did, she moaned, “Umm. Yes. Play with my cunt. Make me wet.”Her sex was soft and hot. Suddenly, it was all he was interested in. Arlo abandoned her tits and put his face in her crotch. He was assaulted and intrigued by its pungent odor. The smell was as alluring as the scent he discovered in her dirty panties from the hamper, but it was sweeter.He carefully explored her sex with his fingertips. This was fascinating territory for him. He suddenly was overwhelmed with the desire to taste her. He licked her hairy slit and didn’t regret it. It was more wonderful than words can express. He burrowed into it to their mutual delight.“Umm,” he moaned like a starving man at an all-you-came-eat buffet.“Oh. Yes darling, lick me!”Arlo loved eating her cunt. He devoured it. His technique was poor and his execution haphazard. Meadow became annoyed. Then, she chuckled aloud and told herself, ‘Remember, this isn’t for you. It’s for him.'Arlo stopped when he heard her laugh. He was worried and asked, “Am I doing something wrong?”“No. I love your zealousness. Come here,” she said kindly. She sat up and reached out to him. She went to kiss him.“Wait,” he said. He was embarrassed that his face was covered with her essence. He wiped his mouth.She placed her hand on his and said, “You don’t need to clean up for me. I’m not a prissy girl. Some women object to tasting themselves. I don’t.”She kissed him on the lips. They shared the flavor and smell of her arousal.She smiled and said, “Sex is fun and messy. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want you inside me. Now!”She reclined and Arlo lay on top of her. She reached in between their bodies and grabbed his cock. She maneuvered it to her opening. He felt his crown rest at her warm, wet opening.She looked into his eyes and said, “Push into me. Be gentle and go slow. Okay?”He nodded. He thrust into her. It was difficult for him to take it easy. He wanted to bury his cock quick and deep in her cunt, but he tried to be a gentleman.“Ah. That’s good,” Meadow exclaimed. “Oh! I love the initial penetration. It’s so wonderful. It’s like waking up on Christmas morning. You do all this waiting and waiting and thinking about it during foreplay. When it finally happens, there’s this overwhelming joy of "Oh My God It’s finally in me!”Meadow was not normally a vocal lover, but she knew he was inexperienced and wanted to do more than fuck him, she wanted to educate him. She continued,“It feels so right. My vagina was made for this. It was made to have a man’s cock inside me. Filled me up! I’m warm and tingling all over. It feels wonderful.”Arlo felt the same way. Her cunt was warm, smooth, and smug. It was the perfect place for his dick. He sank in slowly to the hilt. He withdrew and slid it in again and again. They both experienced the same wonderful pleasure over and over again.Meadow flipped her hips and moved in coordination with him. Her action increased the pleasure for both. Too much so for Arlo.“Oh. Oh. Ah!” he cried out as he climaxed.He pressed his dick deep inside her and shuddered as he shot his load. Meadow held him tight the whole time. His heart pounded and his breathing was ragged. She rubbed his back lovingly.When he recovered. He was embarrassed to have come so quickly. He tried to get off her and mumbled, “Sorry. I didn’t last longer.”She refused to let him leave. She said kindly, “Look at me.”He was shy and hesitant and kept his eyes averted.“Look at me,” she said softly. He raised his eyes. She said, “It’s okay. I enjoyed it. Did you enjoy it?”“Yes, but you didn’t come.”“No, I didn’t. Women don’t come every time. But maybe I will after lunch or after dinner or tomorrow or the day after that.”His eyes got wide as saucers and he asked, “So we can do it again?”She laughed and said, “Yes. That’s our deal. As often as we can until your parents return from their trip.”She felt his dick pulse inside her. It had been shrinking after his orgasm. There seemed to be a course correction.She smiled and said, “You’re getting hard again, aren’t you?”He nodded. She kissed him long and hard and then said, “I love the short recovery period of young men. Do me again.”Arlo smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. He thrust his hardening dick in her. Between her smile and her warm cunt, he was fully hard in no time.“Kiss me,” she asked.They kissed and rutted. He lasted longer this time and had the pleasure of seeing joy overtake her as she orgasmed.“Oh. Oh. Oh!” she cried out as her body spasmed and she delighted in her climax.“Oh. Oh. Oh!” he echoed. He pounded her and exploded inside her.The pair were lost in their bliss. They were flush and warm. Their hearts were beating rapidly and they were panting instead of breathing. When they recovered, she smiled and asked, “Did I come hard enough for you?”He nodded and grinned in response to her teasing comment. The grin grew into a broad smile. He was proud that he had made her orgasm.“The next nine days are going to be fun,” she said brightly. “Think of it as my belatedly Valentine’s Day gift to you.”He nodded and then, they kissed.Breaking off the kiss, Meadow said; “Arlo, we're both dedicated students of your grandfather's ethics & philosophy. We both conform our lives to discipline, to do the best we know to do, right?”“Yes,” Arlo said. “I love his tutoring”.“Right, I think we have that in common.” Meadow went on; “We may not find it easy to end this remedial phase, but I think you'll be ready and able to find more suitable partners to continue on where we leave off. You have the best skill that any good lover can ever attain. You're a giver. A compassionate and self-sacrificing, empathetic young man. You need to look for a life partner who reciprocates that virtue, instead of taking advantage of it.”“Sounds like good advice, sensei. I have the feeling I'll always be benefitting from your experienced counsel.”The EndBy regularguy13 for Literotica

Recovering From Bad EventsBy regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Stay there,” Arlo instructed her.He turned the water off. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried his body. Then he patted her down.“Let’s get you to bed,” he said.He draped the towel over her shoulder as if that provided adequate cover. Then, he helped her stand. As they were leaving the bathroom, she said, “Wait.”She pulled the towel off her and proceeded to hang it in its place.“Okay. Ready,” she said.Arlo was beside her with a protective arm around her waist. They walked into the bedroom. At first, Arlo watched her feet and made sure the floor was clear of hazards. Then biology and curiosity took over and he stared at her nakedness. His erection returned.“Here we go,” he said. “Sit on the bed.”Meadow landed hard onto the bed. Her boobs bounced delightfully and her legs splayed open showing tender, pink flesh.“Easy now,” Arlo said. He steadied her and kept her upright.Meadow sat there. All the booze she had drank caused a shift in her personality. She was feeling depressed and indulged in self-pity. She sobbed.“Why do men cheat on me?” she asked her nephew.Arlo didn’t know what to say so he said nothing. She continued.“Ted was supposed to take me out tonight. Instead, he’s having a cocaine party with two women he just met. He’d rather get high and screw strangers than be with me. We’ve been dating six months. Sleeping together for five. I gave him my ass and still he dumped me.”Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked up at Arlo with eyes full of sorrow.He attempted to console her. “You’re beautiful,” he assured her.Meadow looked at his manly dick and looked back into his brown eyes. Both reminded her of Ted. The alcohol flowing through her body changed her mood. The “self-pitying drunk” became an “angry drunk”.To her, Arlo represented Ted and all the other men who had cheated on her.She grabbed his dick and pulled him to her. Arlo had no choice, but to get on the bed with her. They ended up side by side on the mattress.“Hey! What are you doing? "Arlo shrieked.Meadow laughed harshly and said, "I’ve had it with being used and discarded by men. I’m in charge now.”She pulled on his cock to show that she was the boss. Then, she pulled his head to her and forced a kissed, hard.She was the aggressor. She rolled him on his back, climbed on top of him and kissed him more. Arlo was confused and hesitant. He was being sexually assaulted, but still sacrificing himself because of his concern for her erratic condition.“Wait. Aunt Meadow,” he protested. He was worried her mood would shift again and he’d be in trouble.“Pucker up,” she responded.She kissed him repeatedly. His fear evaporated and Arlo began to enjoy it. He found her lips warm and soft. He didn’t care that his first real kiss was with a relative.After an extended period of kissing, Meadow got on her hands and knees. She straddling Arlo and presented a breast to his mouth.“Kiss my boob.”Arlo didn’t hesitate this time. He kissed all parts of her boob. It looked huge hanging down from her chest. Soon he was licking and softly sucking on her big, hard nipple.“Um. Yeah, like that,” she moaned. She enjoyed his attention.Minutes later, she moved and swung the other tit over to his mouth. He gave it the same loving treatment.She sat up and addressed him while towering over him. “I’ve sucked a lot of dicks. Not always because I wanted to, but to please some man. I’m not sucking yours. You are performing oral sex on me.”She slid her knees forward until her cunt was over his mouth. She sat on his face. “Eat me,” she ordered.A hot fur pie dropped on Arlo. He struggled to free his nose so he could breathe and then, he struggled to please her. He’d never done this before. He thought, “Oh God! What am I supposed to do? She liked, well I think she liked how I treated her breasts. I’ll do the same thing”.He kissed her snatch and gently licked and sucked on her slit. He explored her with his tongue. Accidentally, he encountered her clit. She reacted in a positive way.“Oh! Yes. There. There,” she cooed.Arlo brought his hands up and held her ass as he concentrated on the bump, this little nub that she seemed to like having touched. The whole experience reminded him of eating a peach. Both were fuzzy, juicy and delicious. He thought, “God! I’d never have guessed that eating cunt would be so fucking wonderful.”.Arlo was giving her his full attention. He noticed as time passed, she became more vocal and she moved her hips rhythmically. She cried out loudly, “Oh. Fucking yes!”She ground her cunt hard into his face. She slammed into him and held it there. Her thighs clamped down on his head. Arlo had no idea what was happening. His range of movement was limited, but he continued to flick his tongue and stimulate her the best he could.Meadow gasped loudly and drew in a large amount of air. She punched the top of his head and shouted, “Enough. Stop!” Then she rolled off and curled up into a ball. She rocked slowly, breathed deeply and concentrated on the wonderful orgasmic feelings that flowed through her body.Arlo lay on his side and watched and waited. After a couple of minutes, Meadow turned towards him. She punched his shoulder and said angrily, “You bastard. Whaz wrong wit you? When da woman comes. leave her be, dammit! Let her enjoy her ogasma. Da clit gets too tender for you to keep going on and on, bastard.”Arlo stared at her blankly. He didn’t know what she was talking about. He started babbling, “I’m sorry if I did it wrong. I’ve never done that before. I don’t what’s enough and what’s too much. Sorry.”Meadow acted like she didn’t hear his apology. She was still drunk and even though she had had an orgasm, she was still mad at men. She saw his erection and grabbed it.“Get on you back,” she shouted angrily.Her rage startled him. He rolled over on his back. She straddled him and slotted his penis at her opening. She decided that she was going to do whatever she wanted. She was going to have fun tonight. She eased down on his hardness.“Oh, yeah,” she cried as he went in her.Arlo cried out too, “Oh!” His exclamation was a cry of surprise.She sank slowly on his rod. She savored the initial penetration and the spreading of her flesh. She said, “This is payback for all those jerks who fucked me, got off and left me unsatisfied. Why can’t tonight be my night? Why can’t I come twice?”Arlo was shell shocked. This whole evening had been strange, a true night of firsts for him. Before this evening, he’d been an inexperienced virgin who hadn’t kissed a girl and now he’d seen one naked, been jerked off, kissed a grown woman, sucked her tits, ate her cunt and, the pièce de résistance, he was having sex, intercourse, with a woman.“Oh,” he moaned as he experienced the joy, the ecstasy, of being inside a woman.She began riding him. She started slowly giving herself time to adjust to a hard, thick object in her vagina. She fucked with no consideration of her partner. She did what she wanted, at the speed and rhythm she desired. The echo of her last orgasm was present. She drew on those feeling and moved quickly toward another.Arlo lay there as this beautiful woman gave him the most precious experience of his life. His dick loved everything she did. Lucky, he’d come in the shower fifteen minutes ago, otherwise he would have exploded the second time she bounced on his dick.He watched her face take on a determined expression. He saw her boobs bouncing around like crazy. He saw her triangle of hair rise and fall as her vagina rose and fell on his cock. She clenched her teeth, spittle flew from her mouth as she sucked in and expelled air. Then she cried out.“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!”She slammed herself home faster and faster, harder and harder. Her cunt clenched his dick.He came. “Oh God!” he yelled.She came. “Fuck!”His ears were ringing. His heart pounded. He’d never felt joy like this before.Meadow lost contact with reality. She was already drunk. This orgasmic high took her to a new world. One of bliss, pure unadulterated bliss. She tumbled off him and luxuriated in the most wonderful feeling a woman can experience.The lovers concentrated on the beautiful feelings. Sleep soon claimed them.Morning ComesMeadow woke first the next morning. She was lying on her side. Her head faced the edge of the bed. She could see out the window. It was a dreary, rainy morn.She was hungover. Her mouth was desert dry. Her head was pounding like there was a little monkey inside her skull banging a drum. She was achy and nauseous.As full consciousness came to her, she felt a familiar sensation. Her vagina felt open and sore in a good way. That was how she felt the day after having sex.“What happened last night?” she wondered. She remembered the fight with her boyfriend Ted. She knew they hadn’t had sex. She remembered being upset, coming home, and drinking heavily. What happened after she drank was sketchy.She lifted the sheet and said to herself, “I’m naked?”That wasn’t how she usually slept. She decided to check herself. She snaked a hand down to her cunt. She noticed her lips were swollen and sore and there were crusty remains on her sex and thighs. “Okay. I had sex last night?” she asked herself. “With who?”.She heard a male snort behind. Meadow sat up and turned around. She recognized the boy in her bed even though she only saw the back of him.“Arlo?” she shouted panicking. “What are you doing in my bed?”“Huh?” Arlo groaned as he woke.When he turned toward her, Meadow saw his injuries. He had a black-eye and a rug burn on his face. His body had scratches and bruises.She recalled scouring his face with her cunt and fighting over a liquor bottle. She immediately felt bad. She said, “Oh, Arlo! I’m so sorry.”She was distraught and had a flashback recalling more of what happened the night before. She recalled her drinking and the way she had used Arlo sexually. Her embarrassment and distress were increased by the injuries she saw on his body. She knew she had caused them all.She began to cry and apologized again. “Arlo, I remember what happened last night. I can see I hurt you and I know I took advantage you. I’m so sorry.”He stared at her blankly. He remembered last night as his night of firsts. It was a great night in his mind. He dismissed the injuries as accidental and insignificant.Before he could respond, she said, “I was drunk and abusive. I apologize. God! I don’t know how I can make it up to you.”Suddenly the stories girlfriends had told her about being raped by men filled her mind. A common theme of the survivors was how difficult it was to put the horrific experience behind them and to trust men again.Meadow began sobbing. She felt so guilty. She worried that she had done serious damage to Arlo, much deeper and more damaging than the scratches and a black eye.She cried and said, “Arlo, I’m a lawyer, a district attorney. Every day I strive to do the right thing. My integrity and reputation are important to me. I fight for the victims of crimes. If I can’t make things right, I try to make the situation better and give people some justice. My actions last night go against everything I believed.”Arlo was quiet and still. He didn’t relate well to people under normal circumstances. He had no clue what to do with this blubbering woman confessing her sins to him. He made an awkward situation more awkward by saying and doing nothing.Meadow finally stopped crying. She grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. Then she took a deep breath to settled herself.“Arlo, what I did was bad. Wrong.”“I forgive you.”He was thinking about the two orgasms she had given him. He’d trade a black eye for a fuck any day of the week.“No. You’re just being polite. What I did was unforgivable! We can’t pretend otherwise. We can’t paper over this. What I did was serious.”Arlo lay on his side. He did and said nothing. She interpreted that to mean he was shell-shocked. She was determined to repair the damaged she had done.She grabbed his hand and sat facing him. Her big breasts wobbled in front of his eyes. She said, “How can I make it up to you? She'd had suspects convicted and sent to prison for what she did. He only hope was to mitigate the harm she'd done to himHe stared silently at her chest. Her big tits sagged. That added to their appealing soft, luscious look. Her nipples were outrageous. They were big, hard and demanding to be suck, or so it seemed to Arlo. He dearly wanted to put his lips on her breasts.He recalled what his grandfather had said the other day, "If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?”.In his mind, he said, “Oh my God! I’m there. I’m in that situation. One word and we could be having sex. This could be a win-win. I’ll get to have sex and it will ease Aunt Meadow’s guilty conscious”.He was certain that if he said the right words, he soon would be tapping his swollen penis against her vulva and that she would smile and moan as he slid his hard cock inside her wet vagina.A lie could do good.He justified it further saying to himself, “Look at her. She feels horrible about what happened. She needs more than my forgiveness, she needs to forgive herself. She wants to make this right. She feels the need to do penance for her transgressions. I should give her that chance”.Arlo continued his internal conversation, “Grandfather, you were right. Ethics is about doing good. If the goal of my actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then I must lie to her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose. I hereby embrace moral relativism.”Arlo looked up at his Aunt’s face and said, “I was a virgin. You were rough and abusive and you forced me to have sex with you.”“Oh God!” Meadow wailed.“If you want to make it up to me, make love to me. Until my parents return, show me how a man and a woman should have sex. Replace my horrific experience with a good one.”Meadow felt terrible about what she had done. Meadow's ethical dilemma was a choice between two courses of action. Can a ‘bad' action ever be good? Only if it accomplishes a good!She said, “Yes! I’m so sorry I raped you. I can’t undo it. I can’t erase that memory, but let’s surround it with happier ones.”She leaned into him and as a peace offering gave him her breasts, the objects he’d been gazing at. Arlo accepted. He sucked on a perky nipple. He gently pushed her to her back and then he feasted on her tits for a long time.He was gentle. He was thorough. He explored and experienced her breasts with his hands, mouth and lips. He kissed and caressed her wonderful boobs. Her nipples were fully hard and erect. He felt they were demanding his attention. He gladly gave it.Meadow was relieved. She felt that agreeing to his suggestion was the least she could do. “I’ll give him good memories to supplant the bad one,” she told herself“Oh,” she moaned as her body responded to his actions.Slowly, steadily, meticulously his tongue circled her hard nipple before finally he pulled it into his mouth. He sucked on it urgently. He drew another moan from her.“Oh. Oh!”She clutched his head and held it against her breasts demanding he continue. She felt the beginning of an ache between her thighs. She was aroused and rocked her hips against the air wishing his hard cock was inside her.“Touch me,” she begged.Arlo was more than willing to oblige. He sucked on one breast and caressed the other. He was too young and inexperienced to know that’s not what she wanted, not what she needed.She grabbed his hand and said, “I meant, touch my sex.”She brought his hand to her cunt. It traveled down her soft, firm body and through her coarse, wiry pubic hair to her gash. She didn’t release his hand until his fingers grazed her lower lips. When he did, she moaned, “Umm. Yes. Play with my cunt. Make me wet.”Her sex was soft and hot. Suddenly, it was all he was interested in. Arlo abandoned her tits and put his face in her crotch. He was assaulted and intrigued by its pungent odor. The smell was as alluring as the scent he discovered in her dirty panties from the hamper, but it was sweeter.He carefully explored her sex with his fingertips. This was fascinating territory for him. He suddenly was overwhelmed with the desire to taste her. He licked her hairy slit and didn’t regret it. It was more wonderful than words can express. He burrowed into it to their mutual delight.“Umm,” he moaned like a starving man at an all-you-came-eat buffet.“Oh. Yes darling, lick me!”Arlo loved eating her cunt. He devoured it. His technique was poor and his execution haphazard. Meadow became annoyed. Then, she chuckled aloud and told herself, ‘Remember, this isn’t for you. It’s for him.'Arlo stopped when he heard her laugh. He was worried and asked, “Am I doing something wrong?”“No. I love your zealousness. Come here,” she said kindly. She sat up and reached out to him. She went to kiss him.“Wait,” he said. He was embarrassed that his face was covered with her essence. He wiped his mouth.She placed her hand on his and said, “You don’t need to clean up for me. I’m not a prissy girl. Some women object to tasting themselves. I don’t.”She kissed him on the lips. They shared the flavor and smell of her arousal.She smiled and said, “Sex is fun and messy. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want you inside me. Now!”She reclined and Arlo lay on top of her. She reached in between their bodies and grabbed his cock. She maneuvered it to her opening. He felt his crown rest at her warm, wet opening.She looked into his eyes and said, “Push into me. Be gentle and go slow. Okay?”He nodded. He thrust into her. It was difficult for him to take it easy. He wanted to bury his cock quick and deep in her cunt, but he tried to be a gentleman.“Ah. That’s good,” Meadow exclaimed. “Oh! I love the initial penetration. It’s so wonderful. It’s like waking up on Christmas morning. You do all this waiting and waiting and thinking about it during foreplay. When it finally happens, there’s this overwhelming joy of "Oh My God It’s finally in me!”Meadow was not normally a vocal lover, but she knew he was inexperienced and wanted to do more than fuck him, she wanted to educate him. She continued,“It feels so right. My vagina was made for this. It was made to have a man’s cock inside me. Filled me up! I’m warm and tingling all over. It feels wonderful.”Arlo felt the same way. Her cunt was warm, smooth, and smug. It was the perfect place for his dick. He sank in slowly to the hilt. He withdrew and slid it in again and again. They both experienced the same wonderful pleasure over and over again.Meadow flipped her hips and moved in coordination with him. Her action increased the pleasure for both. Too much so for Arlo.“Oh. Oh. Ah!” he cried out as he climaxed.He pressed his dick deep inside her and shuddered as he shot his load. Meadow held him tight the whole time. His heart pounded and his breathing was ragged. She rubbed his back lovingly.When he recovered. He was embarrassed to have come so quickly. He tried to get off her and mumbled, “Sorry. I didn’t last longer.”She refused to let him leave. She said kindly, “Look at me.”He was shy and hesitant and kept his eyes averted.“Look at me,” she said softly. He raised his eyes. She said, “It’s okay. I enjoyed it. Did you enjoy it?”“Yes, but you didn’t come.”“No, I didn’t. Women don’t come every time. But maybe I will after lunch or after dinner or tomorrow or the day after that.”His eyes got wide as saucers and he asked, “So we can do it again?”She laughed and said, “Yes. That’s our deal. As often as we can until your parents return from their trip.”She felt his dick pulse inside her. It had been shrinking after his orgasm. There seemed to be a course correction.She smiled and said, “You’re getting hard again, aren’t you?”He nodded. She kissed him long and hard and then said, “I love the short recovery period of young men. Do me again.”Arlo smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. He thrust his hardening dick in her. Between her smile and her warm cunt, he was fully hard in no time.“Kiss me,” she asked.They kissed and rutted. He lasted longer this time and had the pleasure of seeing joy overtake her as she orgasmed.“Oh. Oh. Oh!” she cried out as her body spasmed and she delighted in her climax.“Oh. Oh. Oh!” he echoed. He pounded her and exploded inside her.The pair were lost in their bliss. They were flush and warm. Their hearts were beating rapidly and they were panting instead of breathing. When they recovered, she smiled and asked, “Did I come hard enough for you?”He nodded and grinned in response to her teasing comment. The grin grew into a broad smile. He was proud that he had made her orgasm.“The next nine days are going to be fun,” she said brightly. “Think of it as my belatedly Valentine’s Day gift to you.”He nodded and then, they kissed.Breaking off the kiss, Meadow said; “Arlo, we're both dedicated students of your grandfather's ethics & philosophy. We both conform our lives to discipline, to do the best we know to do, right?”“Yes,” Arlo said. “I love his tutoring”.“Right, I think we have that in common.” Meadow went on; “We may not find it easy to end this remedial phase, but I think you'll be ready and able to find more suitable partners to continue on where we leave off. You have the best skill that any good lover can ever attain. You're a giver. A compassionate and self-sacrificing, empathetic young man. You need to look for a life partner who reciprocates that virtue, instead of taking advantage of it.”“Sounds like good advice, sensei. I have the feeling I'll always be benefitting from your experienced counsel.”The EndBy regularguy13 for Literotica

On today's show, guitarist and award-winning songwriter Greg Camp discusses what it was like becoming so wildly famous and popular during his time with Smash Mouth and how he got involved with The Defiant. Also, Greg performs a live acoustic version of his song, WAY BEYOND REPAIR. GUEST OVERVIEW: Gregory Camp is an Award winning, American Grammy nominated Songwriter, Film Music Composer, and Music Producer. He is best known as the founding guitarist and primary songwriter for the rock band Smash Mouth (1994–2008). His awards, and multi-platinum albums, serve as a career resume in the music world but Camp left Smash Mouth after 16 years and has remained a Film Music Composer and Songwriter. Greg has a 3x Platinum Award for the Smash Mouth Astro Lounge Album, 3x Platinum Award for the song All Star, A 2x Platinum Award for the self titled Smash Mouth Album, and a Gold Award for the album Fush Yu Mang. ( 8x Platinum total) He's received three BMI Multi Platinum Pop awards for the songs, Walkin On the Sun, All Star and Then the Morning Comes, as well as a BMI Urban Award for the song Nothin by Pharrell Williams and N.O.R.E. He's a recipient of two Nickelodeon Awards as well as Four California Music Awards and a Radio Music Award. Greg has an estimated world wide record sales of 15 Million, had music placed in over 40 films, more than 2,600 episodic television shows, and 1600+ commercials. Greg is the President of the music publishing entity Seavolt Sound Inc. Greg also owns an all-in-house film composing and music supervision company called The Music Branch Inc. He is currently a member of the band The Defiant. https://themusicbranch.com/ https://www.thedefiantofficial.com/ X/Twitter: @GregCampMusic

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Co-Founding member of The Defiant Greg Camp joins us to discuss today's album release of “If We're Really Being Honest” Greg was a founding member of Smash Mouth and wrote the bands most memorable songs 0f the late 1990s and early 2000s, including "Walkin' on the Sun," "All Star," and "Then the Morning Comes". Greg fills us in on his Defiant origin story and how the band creates music, his own creative process and how he was opposed to Smash Mouths Hollywood success. Stay Connected!!! The Defiant Official The Defiant YouTubeGreg Camp Music Greg's Spotify Defiant Merch

Included Music: When the Morning Comes, How Can I Keep from Singing/Praise Him, We Bring the Sacrifice of Praise, A Child of the King, Before the Throne of God Above, Daystar (Jim Duncan and Matthew Jones), and The Way of the Cross Leads Home Message Title: We Need One Another  Text: Hebrews 10:23-25  Take Home Point: We need one another because faith doesn't grow well in isolation.

Episode 159: In Conversation with Rob Rowe and Von Hertzog (VH x RR) - New Music: "When Morning Comes" It's always great to have friends swing by the BlueZone Studio, but when they bring BRAND NEW MUSIC with them for us to sample and share with you, it's even better!! Brian & Sarah welcome back VH x RR (aka Rob Rowe and Von Hertzog) on the eve of the release of their latest single, "When Morning Comes." "WMC" is already one of our favorite tracks from the duo, and it was a blast to get all the details on the song from its creators.  It's a bit of an evolution from the sound we heard on their last EP, "On the Shoulders of Giants", but it's a very natural evolution and the track sits comfortably alongside the best of VH x RR's previous work. Over the course of the discussion, other important topics are covered, including: Updates on Rob and Von's respective solo projects What do Rob and Von think of "Memento Mori" and what influence did Depeche Mode have on Cause & Effect? Who's reading Rick Rubin's new book and what's it all about? Brian Belknap: Is he a vampire?? Many thanks to VH x RR for giving us the opportunity to premiere this wonderful new track!  You can get yourself a copy starting Friday June 30th at http://www.vhxrr.com. Visit VH x RR at Bandcamp: https://vhxrr.bandcamp.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/VHxRR Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vhxrr/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vhxrrmusic You can find Von and Rob's other music projects at https://causeandeffect.bandcamp.com/ https://whitewaits.bandcamp.com/ https://vonhertzog.bandcamp.com/ Visit The Social Club (Von Hertzog's studio) here: https://thesocialclub.studio/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/SocialClubSound Instagram: https://instagram.com/socialclubsound Check out INCLINED Fidelity studio speakers here: https://inclinedfidelity.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/INCLINEDFi Instagram: https://instagram.com/inclinedfidelity Read more at http://www.permanentrecordpodcast.com/ Visit us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/permrecordpodcast Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/permrecordpod Check out some pictures on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/permanentrecordpodcast/ Leave a voicemail for Brian & Sarah at (724) 490-8324 or https://www.speakpipe.com/PermRecordPod - we're ready to believe you! Cool Stuff Alert: Visit our PRP Shop at https://www.redbubble.com/people/bluezonenetwork/

DJ Celestial's resident debut Deep Vocal Progressive House mix recorded live and played in April at Ibiza Stardust Radio! An after hours gem to feel the groove and dance to beachside as the sun rises brilliantly, glowing prismatically upon the water.

Where Do They Rank: Episode 15Intro/Outro: You Spin Me 'Round (Like a Record) by Dead or AliveBonus excerpt: Light My Fire by The DoorsToday's five songs:The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove by Dead Can DanceRough Detective by The Dead WeatherPepper by Death Cab for CutieTill the Morning Comes by Grateful DeadHeaven by LiveVote on which #1 song you like best

Payments are long overdue. Weather: “Crawling Home When the Morning Comes“ by Sweet and Lonely Original episode art by Jessica Hayworth Read episode transcripts Our new podcast, UNLICENSED, available now! 2023 US TOUR DATES for “The Haunting of Night Vale” Patreon is how we exist! If you can, please help us keep making this show. Music: Disparition Logo: Rob Wilson Written by Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor Narrated by Cecil Baldwin Follow us on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. Check out our books, live shows, store, membership program, and official recap show at welcometonightvale.com A production of Night Vale Presents.

Payments are long overdue. Weather: “Crawling Home When the Morning Comes“ by Sweet and Lonely Original episode art by Jessica Hayworth Read episode transcripts Our new podcast, UNLICENSED, available now! 2023 US TOUR DATES for “The Haunting of Night Vale” Patreon is how we exist! If you can, please help us keep making this show. Music: Disparition Logo: Rob Wilson Written by Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor Narrated by Cecil Baldwin Follow us on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. Check out our books, live shows, store, membership program, and official recap show at welcometonightvale.com A production of Night Vale Presents. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hi Friends, Having spent the past eight weeks with the essential transurfing material, today we catch up a bit with each other! I share some interesting perspectives and mental pivots that I've made in recent days, and we conclude with a gentle, yet powerful "realignment exercise." In fact, this is something you already know how to do! Tune in and rediscover yourself. Musical selections: Morning Comes by Mochas; Glittertind by Strom --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/lori-green2/support

Join Raul as he interviews author Fred London and discusses the complexed relationship between the Church and the Jewish nation. What will mean for End Times?

November 6th, 2022 ”Sunday Service" Community Church, Alaska @ 10:00am AKST Videos used in today's service: Email for prayer: prayer@c3ak.com Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/Christ-Community-Church-Alaska-102075135810888 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/c3_ak/?hl=en Twitter: https://tinyurl.com/y4dmckzb Donations: http://www.c3ak.com/donate  

Episode 30 - Til the Morning ComesOctavia and Squeak's mission to help Sally, Kick, and Kick's father comes with dire consequences.Visit our website at aftermathpodcast.net.Enter the Greenstream on social media!Twitter: @GroupFirepitInstagram: @firepitcreativegroupofficialFacebook: www.facebook.com/firepitcreativegroupYouTube: Fire Pit Creative GroupEmail: firepitcreativegroup@gmail.comCredits and Sound Effect AttributionAftermath is a Fire Pit Creative Group production and is based on a story created by Rhett Davis, with characters created by Rhett Davis, Warren Davis, Willem de Greef, and Cole Hoopingarner.Original script by Warren Davis.Narrated and produced by Cole Hoopingarner, with music by Warren Davis.Video Production by Willem de Greef.Sound effects used for this episode were obtained from:http://soundbible.com/2178-Crackling-Fireplace.htmlhttp://soundbible.com/1807-Explosion-Ultra-Bass.htmlhttp://freesound.org/people/Kolezan/sounds/246116https://freesound.org/people/RoganDerrick/sounds/260440/https://freesound.org/people/Sandermotions/sounds/369000/https://freesound.org/people/InspectorJ/sounds/421184/https://freesound.org/people/cylon8472/sounds/249686/https://freesound.org/people/michorvath/sounds/427596/https://freesound.org/people/FilmmakersManual/sounds/522282/Aftermath and its story, music, artwork, and characters are copyrighted by Fire Pit Creative Group.

Since the start of her musical journey with Dead Can Dance, Lisa Gerrard has created her own unique singing style. Her voice is her instrument that helped to establish the reputation of 4AD in the early 80s. As a highly acclaimed film composer winning a Golden Globe for her work on the score for Ridley Scott's Gladiator with Hans Zimmer, she also composed many other prominent features and award-winning movie soundtracks and a series of acclaimed solo and collaborative albums. Her most recent collaboration is with Los Angeles-based multi-talented composer and record producer Marcello De Francisci .Their latest album called "Exaudia" will be released on Atlantic Curve,  a London-based label subsidiary of Schubert Music Europe on August 26, 2022. The first single, "Until We Meet Again" was released in June and the second single called "When The Light of Morning Comes" was just released and available  everywhere digitally.   Thank you Shameless Promotion PRhttps://www.lisagerrard.com http://www.marcellodefrancisci.comhttps://orcd.co/exaudiahttps://modsnapradio.comPlaylist and podcast: https://djnocturna.comYouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/c/DJNocturnaSubscribe to my monthly mailing list for the latest music news, updates and my next interviews and events:http://eepurl.com/gtw6PP#lisagerrard  #DeadCanDance #MarcelloDeFrancisci #BrendanPerry #ModsnapRadio #InterviewwithDJNocturna #KTUH #DJNocturna #ShamelessPromotionPR #RadioInterview #Goth #DarkWave #PostPunk #AtlanticCurve 

Included Music: When We All Get to Heaven, Alive Forever Amen, When the Morning Comes, There's Just Something About that Name, How Deep the Father's Love for Us, In Christ Alone, and I Need Thee Every Hour   Message Title: The Idol of Our Own Wisdom   Text: 2 Kings 5:1-14   Take Home Point: Our arrogance and pride can easily get in the way of our healing. 

Weekday v weekend energy, bringing you down on a Monday morning... stickers, gifs & emojis...a certain type of drinker..

Nebraska copes with its Primary Election hangover.

What does God have to do to get our attention now so we don't suffer later?God has done and will do everything to get us saved because He loves us so.God cannot leave us like we are because we will perish in our sin like Judah.God will give us many chances and then by and by those opportunities will fade.

Pastor K discusses her book and is transparent in love, infidelity, betrayal, depression and rising for the next morning! A much listen!! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/timelywisdom/message

Meat Loaf - the end of an era. And what happens next? is he standing at the gates of heaven? Martin reflects on our responses to the loss of a star.

#115-113Intro/Outro: Let's Get Back by No Doubt115. Who's Next by The Who (Baba O'Riley & Bargain & Behind Blue Eyes & Won't Get Fooled Again)114. American Beauty by The Grateful Dead (Ripple & Truckin' & Box of Rain & Sugar Magnolia & Till the Morning Comes)113. Wilder Mind by Mumford & Sons (Wilder Mind & Ditmas & Tompkins Square Park & Just Smoke & Hot Gates)Vote on Today's Album ArtVote on Week 9 Round 2 Album Art (Episodes 341-345)Vote on Weeks 5-8 Round 3 Album Art (Episodes 321-340)

Harry Potter (AKA the chosen one) has a date with destiny.  Prophecy marks him as the One who will be able to defeat the Dark Lord--but for now, he's just a kid with problems of his own.   I wrote a little book a few years back that seems to be the answer to all of our most important questions. If I ever channeled anything, it's *The Human Experience Quick-Start Guide* https://vimeo.com/ourladymelody/guide-2 Get your copy at www.kaylenemccaw.com     #ourladymelody #greatawakening #storytime #wearegaia #walkaway #sovereign #thinkfree

In this episode, romance author, Charmyra E. Fleming begins with "M.A.I. Quote of the Day" by Edmund Hillary, and shares her thoughts on the where she stands with the 'M.A.I. Mindset Framework'. Sharing how minor setbacks can be used as the set up, we all can use to keep pushing forward to accomplishing our goals. This week's "M.A.I. Sip of the Week" she shares the perfect warm weather white wine, a Pinot Grigio, by Tenuta Polvaro. Finally, she closes out this short episode with 3 new Prince Facts from the Sign O' The Times album! As always, the Creative Calfuray, "M.A.I." Branded Merchandise is available on the Creative Calfuray website and Etsy. Click Here to check it out! As a token of my appreciation, if you choose to purchase Creative Calfuray's "M.A.I." Branded Merchandise, you are eligible to receive 10% off by using the coupon code: MAITHANKYOU at checkout! Be sure to read my weekly blog "M.A.I. Pop Life" on my website, and check out my website and social media pages! To connect with me and engage, follow me on social media! www.CreativeCalfuray.com Become a Purple Charm VIPatron Click Here! Instagram Facebook Twitter Pinterest --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Welcome to the 20th episode in our Dexter Series Rewatch as we prepare for Season 9. In this episode, "Morning Comes" we learn more about how far Lila is willing to go, but more importantly, who the secret 4th member of Bowl Till You Bleed is! We encourage everyone to listen as we keep things relatively spoiler free until our "Dexter Secrets" spoiler section. Please keep emailing in with any questions, comments or theories at tildeathdouswatch@gmail.com. Thanks for listening!

It's time to scavenge the Texas Wildlands with the Watcher! Post-Apocalyptic Texas is a cornucopia of weaponry and other goodies, if you can stand all the dead bodies. Too bad his handler is such a jerk - but he'll get his due...

  1.  Spoon - Let Me Be Mine  2.  Feel Estate - didn't choose to be born  3.  Night Shop - The One I Love  4.  Mac DeMarco - Out Of My Head  5.  Fitness - Coal Miner  6.  The Raveonettes - Evil Seeds  7.  TOBACCO - For the Queen  8.  Cherry Glazerr - Big Bang  9.  Mitch Davis - Bear The Cold  10.  PWNT - Shortcuts  11.  Sweet and Lonely - Crawling Home When the Morning Comes  12.  Richie Quake - Sensitive  13.  lil cat - woman up  14.  Dad Bod - The Drifter  Hazel English Interview Pt 1  15.  Hazel English - Five and Dime  Hazel English Interview Pt 2  16.  Hazel English - Combat  Hazel English Interview Pt 3  17.  Hazel English - Off My Mind  18.  The Shivas - Let's Dance  19.  Parquet Courts - Berlin Got Blurry  20.  Tristen - Complex  21.  Band of Horses - Ode To LRC  22.  Dumbo Gets Mad - Congratulations  23.  Japanese Breakfast - Be Sweet  24.  Elder Island - Trailblazer  25.  Bachelor - Anything at All 

Good Morning and Happy Sunday! This morning's track listing includes It's Forever (The Ebonys), Pretty Little Birds (SZA, Isaiah Rashad), What A Difference A Day Makes (Dinah Washington), Sound & Color (Alabama Shakes), Monday, Monday (The Mamas & The Papas).

何気ない日常の１分間に耳を傾けてみると、心の中の音楽が聴こえてくる。 「みゅーじっくはいく」は心の中の瞬間を切り取った１分間のストーリー。 あなたの心のメロディーは？ Listen to the music in your heart as you listen to it in a casual day. "Music Haiku" is a one-minute story that cuts out the moment in your heart. What is your heart's melody?

During our 50th Anniversary Celebration, the Center for Oral History and Cultural Heritage will continue to dig deep into our collection to bring you significant stories of Mississippians from all walks of life. Few individuals had more impact on the Civil Rights Movement in Mississippi than Dr. Aaron Henry. The son of sharecroppers, Henry was born in Dublin, Mississippi and raised on the Flowers brothers’ plantation. Henry’s father trained to become a cobbler and moved their family to Clarksdale to provide better opportunities for his children to receive an education. Henry excelled scholastically and would eventually own his own pharmacy. In 1951 he was a founding member of the Regional Council of Negro Leadership. He joined the Mississippi chapter of the NAACP in 1954 and was elected President in 1959. His accomplishments are too numerous to name here, but Henry was on the front lines of every battled waged for equality in Mississippi throughout his life. He served as a member of Mississippi State House of Representatives from 1982 to 1996. He died of congestive heart failure in 1997. Please enjoy these excerpts from his COHCH interview conducted May 1, 1972. 1972 – Dr. Aaron Henry of Clarksdale joined the Mississippi Chapter of the NAACP in 1954. He explains how the organization’s shift towards integration angered the white community. Throughout the Civil Rights Movement, Henry promoted unity and equality for all Mississippians. He reflects on the need for racial reconciliation in a healthy and prosperous society. During the long hot summer of 1964, three young civil rights workers went missing in Philadelphia, Mississippi. Henry recalls the search for Goodman, Chaney and Schwerner, as well as his own brush with death. As a civil rights activist, Dr. Aaron Henry listened to many inspirational speeches. He shares some of his favorite lines from newspaper publisher Hodding Carter and others. PHOTO: Getty Images, John Dominis

Morning songs was the choice of Bernie and Sid this morning. Meany played songs all morning that related to the morning. Why? Because, that's why!!! Besides the music selection, Bernie and Sid got into the NYPD officer shot in the back in the Bronx overnight, more conservative voices being silenced by big tech, the handful that is Kelly Anne Conway's 16-year-old daughter, believe it or not they got into some actresses in the news of late, and Curtis Sliwa having a bone to pick with Bernie. Also, constitutional law attorney Ameer Benno joins Bernie and Sid to give some insight into the legality of impeaching President Trump for a second time. Newsmax TV's Greg Kelly also joins the show to weigh in on the political happenings of the day, and NFL Hall Of Famer Mike Ditka previews the Super Bowl.

WHEN MORNING COMES Christmas morning's not so bad for meThe night goes on forever – by the time The morning comes, i've lived a thousand livesWithout you and the heart grows numbI know it's wrong to want you on this dayWhen morning comes, i close my eyes and seeYou with your children, every kiss a crimeAgainst them, every day a thousand liesBut i'm too lost to stop, too tired to runWhen morning comes, you seem so far awayI wonder if i ever touched your faceAnd kissed your eyes and held you so close I felt my heart would melt against you Like a snowflake on a warm winter's day  

Jumping off from “Till the Morning Comes” and the outtake “To Lay Me Down” we hear from Donna Jean Godchaux-MacKay on falling in love with (and to) the Dead, Bob Weir on the secret to recording Phil Lesh, Stephen Malkmus with a psychedelic book recommendation, and time travel to Winterland in October 1970.Bob Weir, Donna Jean Godchaux MacKay, Stephen Barncard, Stephen Malkmus, Billy Strings, Nick Paumgarten, David Lemieux, Gary Lambert

Eric and Daniel continue their watch of Dexter season 2 and report that it is...better? Maybe? They have more or less the same issues as before, but the episode does go into some unexpected territory. At this point, they're mostly just hoping that season 3 is better and that maybe, just maybe, they'll get more terrific scenes between Dexter and Lundy. Eric suggests erotic fanfiction. Daniel suspects Lila might be using a system on Dexter.If you enjoyed the show, please leave us a review wherever you listen to it! You can also follow us on Twitter @AutopsyDexter or email us at TheAutopsyOfDexterMorgan@gmail.comTheme Song:Aquarium by Kevin MacLeodLink: https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/5738-aquariumLicense: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

Bastards of Kingsgrave continues our reviews of George RR Martin's earlier works, this time providing spoiler filled discussion about The Hero and With Morning Comes Mistfall. We discuss the importance theses stories played in George’s life and alternative paths his own life story … Continue reading →