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On this episode, we break down the Fantastic Four trailer scene by scene before talking about first issue comics. Those comics books include: Alien Paradiso (Marvel), Finders/Keepers (Image) which is part of the Horizon Experiment line and is written by club favorite Vita Ayala, Motherfu!kin' Monsters (Image), The Season (Image via Rick Remenders Giant Generator imprint), Bronze Faces (Boom! Studios), and lastly a special exception to the first issue rule for the 43rd special issue of Ice Cream Man.
Visit our Patreon page to see the various tiers you sign up for today to get in on the ground floor of AIPT Patreon. We hope to see you chatting with us on our Discord soon!NEWSMarvel Comics Solicitations for March 2025!X-ManHunt crossover kicks off in March 2025Marvel sheds light on 'Godzilla vs. Fantastic Four' #1Marvel's next Disney mashup features Mickey & Friends as the AvengersMarvel Rivals Infinity Comic series launches this weekNew advance look at March 2025 Ultimate Universe titlesNew 'Web of...' series to setup SPIDER-VERSE vs. VENOMVERSE'Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe One Last Time' #1 coming April 2025Marvel kicks off new era with 'Amazing Spider-Man' #1 April 9thMarvel sheds light on 'Predator vs. Spider-Man' #1Deniz Camp's 'Assorted Crisis Events' coming March 2025New four-issue series 'Arcana Royale' coming spring 2025'Monkey Meat: The Summer Batch' coming March 2025New Peter Pan series 'The Last Boy' coming to BOOM! StudiosSpace Ghost & Jonny Quest team up for ‘Space Quest' in March 2025‘Star Wars: Hyperspace Stories—Codebreaker' coming April 2025New horror series 'You'll Do Bad Things' coming March 2025BOOM! sets March 2025 for 'Mouse Guard: Dawn of the Black Axe'DC Comics solicitations for March 2025DC unleashes 'Batman' #158 'Batman: H2SH' preview and coversOur Top Books of the WeekDave:The New Gods #1 (Ram V, Evan Cagle)Absolute Batman #3 (Scott Snyder, Nick Dragotta)Nathan:The New Gods #1 (Ram V, Evan Cagle)Ultimate Spider-Man #12 (Jonathan Hickman, Marco Checchetto)Standout KAPOW moment of the week:Nathan - Absolute Batman #3 (Scott Snyder, Nick Dragotta)Dave - Psylocke #2 (Alyssa Wong, Vincenzo Carratu)TOP BOOKS FOR NEXT WEEKDave: Timeslide #1 (Steve Foxe, Ivan Fiorelli)Nathan: Sabretooth: The Dead Don't Talk #1 (Frank Tieri, Michael Sta. Maria)JUDGING BY THE COVER JR.Dave: The Flash #16 (Mike Del Mundo Cover)Nathan: Timeslide #1 (Mike Del Mundo variant)Interview: J. Holtham teams with Michael Lee Harris talk Motherfu*kin Monsters One-Shot (The Horizon Experiment) - Out December 18, 2024!J, Michael, thanks for joining us on the AIPT comics podcast! Thematically, what inspired the blend of comedic and horror elements in this story, and how do these genres enhance the narrative?We've had Pornsak on, Michael Walsh, and each time I'm curious, how did you guys get in on this exciting project of one-shots?How was your collaboration with Pornsak?The Horizon Experiment introduces complex characters dealing with extraordinary circumstances—how did you approach balancing humanity with the monstrous elements of the plot?Can you share your creative process for developing the visual tone of the comic, and how the artwork complements the story's darker, chaotic themes?The concept of 'monsters' often carries deeper metaphorical weight—what underlying social or personal themes did you aim to explore through this one-shot?Take us through your collaborative process? For instance, what do the action beats look like in a script vs the page?Michael, a lot of the art has an almost fish-eye lens, what was your goal in that approach?Were there any monsters or villains you didn't get to put in here that you've got sketched out?J, you probably get this all the time, but with a few comics series now under your belt, do you approach writing comics differently than with TV?How far out have you planned future chapters?What comics are you currently reading?
Time for our annual tradition of visiting the Gauls as we take a look at Asterix and Caesar's Gift. We also review My Little Pony: Best of Princess Celestia from IDW Publishing, and Motherfu*king Monsters from Image Comics. Show your thanks to Major Spoilers for this episode by becoming a Major Spoilers Patron at http://patreon.com/MajorSpoilers. It will help ensure the Major Spoilers Podcast continues far into the future!
Time for our annual tradition of visiting the Gauls as we take a look at Asterix and Caesar's Gift. We also review My Little Pony: Best of Princess Celestia from IDW Publishing, and Motherfu*king Monsters from Image Comics. Show your thanks to Major Spoilers for this episode by becoming a Major Spoilers Patron at http://patreon.com/MajorSpoilers. It will help ensure the Major Spoilers Podcast continues far into the future!
It's easy to claim your comic as "Evil Dead for Blerds," but accomplishing the cheeky elevator pitch is far more complex. Writer J. Holtham and artist Michael Lee Harris grab their inspiration from the iconic Sam Raimi splatstick horror franchise but do so in service of an entirely different purpose. Motherfu*kin Monsters rages with a political fire, throwing their protagonist into a university setting shrouded with white faces. Their JJ eagerly wants to find his place within this system, while his family stands skeptical, waiting for it to reveal a devilish intent. Of course, JJ's kin thought metaphorically, not the literal ghouls that quickly hunger for their flesh. Our conversation with J. Holtham and Michael Lee Harris begins with their love of Evil Dead, or Evil Dead II, more specifically. We start by exploring what the film does so well, for what reason, and why they were compelled to plant their mission atop it. Motherfu*kin Monsters is one helluva ride, filled with chills and thrills, but from page one, the comic also makes its anger known. J. Holtham and Michael Lee Harris, like all The Horizon Experiment stories, speak to the moment. Our hope is everyone reading is listening to what's on the page. In addition, our discussion addresses the economic realities of comics-making and comics-shopping in 2024. The Horizon Experiment's pilot system still raises eyebrows in comic shops, but by embracing experimentation, the series removes one of the veils between creator and consumer. Honesty is the best policy, and we need to buy the comics we want to see in the world. It's cold, hard math...er, capitalism. So, remember, Motherfu*kin Monsters arrives in stores on December 18th, courtesy of Image Comics. Continue the conversation with J. Holtham by following him on Instagram. Also, follow Michael Lee Harris on Instagram. Other Relevant Links: CBCC/The Horizon Experiment: Pornsak Pichetshote and Terry Dodson on The Manchurian CBCC/The Horizon Experiment: Vita Ayala and Sklar Patridge on Finders Keepers The CBCC TeePublic Page The CBCC Comic Book Holiday Gift Guide Final Round of Plugs (PHEW): Support the Podcast by Joining OUR PATREON COMMUNITY Join us at the Alamo Drafthouse in Winchester, Virginia, on 12/15 at 4:00 PM for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III, co-sponsored by Four Color Fantasies. And, of course, follow Comic Book Couples Counseling on Facebook, on Instagram, and on Bluesky @CBCCPodcast, and you can follow hosts Brad Gullickson @MouthDork & Lisa Gullickson @sidewalksiren. Send us your Words of Affirmation by leaving us a 5-star Review on Apple Podcasts. Continue your conversation with CBCC by hopping over to our website, where we have reviews, essays, and numerous interviews with comic book creators. Podcast logo by Jesse Lonergan and Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou.
DAPHNE RUBIN-VEGA BIO Daphne Rubin-Vega can currently be seen on Hulu's hit series ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING. She can also be heard voicing the role of 'CARMILLA CARMINE' in the hugely popular A24/Prime Video R-rated animated musical comedy series HAZBIN HOTEL. She can be seen in the David Duchovny-directed feature BUCKY F*CKING DENT. She was seen in the Tony Goldwyn-directed feature EZRA, in the Apple TV+ series THE CHANGELING opposite Lakeith Stanfield, and as a guest lead on FOX's anthology series ACCUSED directed by Marlee Matlin.Rubin-Vega starred in the Jon Chu-directed Warner Brothers feature IN THE HEIGHTS as 'Daniela.' During the pandemic, she shot the Netflix series SOCIAL DISTANCE, produced by Jenji Kohan and Tara Hermann, and SAME STORM, the newest Peter Hedges film. Additional TV credits include THE HORROR OF DOLORES ROACH (Prime Video), which Rubin-Vega developed into both scripted podcast and TV iterations, KATY KEENE (CW) and TALES OF THE CITY (Netflix). A staple of the New York theatre community, Daphne earned a Tony nomination for her portrayal of 'Mimi' in the original cast of RENT, and another for ANNA IN THE TROPICS. She was most recently seen starring in the Signature Theatre's NIGHT OF THE IGUANA opposite Tim Daly and Lea DeLaria. She starred in the musical MISS YOU LIKE HELL at The Public Theatre and in the one-woman show EMPANADA LOCA, which was written for her. She helped adapt the play into the scripted podcast, THE HORROR OF DOLORES ROACH, which was then adapted into a TV series for Amazon. Additional theater credits include Broadway revivals of A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE, THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW, and LES MIS; TWO SISTERS AND A PIANO and F*CKING A at The Public; ROMEO & JULIET at Classic Stage; and JACK GOES BOATING opposite Philip Seymour Hoffman. ELIZABETH RODRIGUEZ BIO An award-winning actress who crosses seamlessly from studio films to independent, from the stage to television, Elizabeth Rodriguez played the emotionally complex Aleida Diaz on the groundbreaking Netflix series "Orange Is the New Black" for which she received three consecutive Screen Actors Guild Awards. Most recently, she was seen as a series regular in the CBS drama "East New York". She was also a series regular in the role of Liza Ortiz on AMC's "Fear the Walking Dead", NBC's "Prime Suspect", and Cinemax's "Blanco". Rodriguez recurred as Paz Valdez on Starz' "Power", in Showtime's "Shameless", Hulu's "Chance', "Devious Maids", "Grimm", "The Shield", "ER", and "Six Feet Under. Rodriguez's film credits include co-starring in the blockbuster film "LOGAN" opposite Hugh Jackman, Michael Mann's "Miami Vice", "The Drop", "Tio Papi" (for which she garnered an Imagen Award Nomination), "Making Babies", "Skate Kitchen", "11:55", "Return to Paradise", and "Jack Goes Boating." Most recently, she completed a starring role in the feature film "Allswell in New York", which she also co-wrote and co-produced. Rodriguez received an Obie Award, as well as a Drama Desk Award nomination, for her performance in "Halfway Bitches Go Straight to Heaven" at the Atlantic Theater, and a Tony Award nomination, and won the Outer Critics Circle Award and the Theatre World Award, for her performance in the role of "Veronica" on Broadway in Stephen Adly Guirgis' "The Motherfu**er With The Hat". Additional theater includes three world premieres at NYC's acclaimed Public Theater in "The Last Days of Judas Iscariot" (directed by Philip Seymour Hoffman), "Unconditional" and "A View from 151st Street". Other notable plays include "Beauty of the Father" (MTC) and "The Power of Duff" (Geffen). Rodriguez is a native New Yorker and member of Labyrinth Theater Company. ABOUT ALLSWELL IN NEW YORK, AVAILABLE ON DIGITAL NOVEMBER 15th Three sisters navigate the daunting life challenges of single motherhood, career, and family, all while finding humor and solace within the bond of sisterhood. Here's the trailer: Https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wb8CKBdXK70 Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/i-am-refocused-radio--2671113/support.
Back with Libra; but first some nonsensical news. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “Just as echoes pollute sound, the echoes of our histories pollute our view of the World.” Katrina Explains the ‘Ash Men' "Amazons keep rather accurate histories, basing everything on lunar cycles. Our records, with minor gaps, date back to the Great Betrayal," Katrina began. "By modern parlance, around 1000 BCE, our ancestors stopped a millennia of a nomadic existence to settle in the land between the Váh, Hron rivers and Danube rivers." "You bitches know who the Magyar are," I interrupted abruptly. Sure, that region was in current day Slovakia, but it bordered Hungary, my ancestral homeland, even though our residency was separated by over 1500 years. "Of course I know who the Magyar are," Katrina shook her head mirthfully. "I simply can't resist busting your balls." I muttered angrily while avoiding using actual words. "Our numbers were enough to seize and hold the land," Katrina continued. "For centuries before that, we raided for men from tribes whose land we were moving through. After a few seasons, we disposed of the men and took some more." "When we chose to settle down, our Council decided to raid distant tribes and steal boys to be raised among our people. At first the males were virtual slaves yet in three generations, our people began seeing males as fathers, brothers and sons. We trained them in crafts. A few generations later, we voted to train them to be guardians; protectors of our hearths while the Host made war." "For eighteen generations things went well. We prospered, grew rich and strong. The tribes around us feared our wrath which made us proud yet was our undoing. New, stronger tribes migrated into the region from the West; we now know them to be Celts. The genesis of House Epona is from those first meetings. Many Celtic women embraced the Amazon lifestyle." "Though they knew of our strength, the first of these new tribes quickly went from peaceful coexistence to warfare. The Host crushed them. The problem was that new tribes kept coming and coming. Dirges of Mourning replaced the sweet taste of victory around our fires. We were always winning the key conflicts but our numbers were diminishing." "The males came to the Council and begged for the opportunity to join the Host in battle. Twice we rejected them. The third time, we relented and allowed a select few males to join us in the fight and for a time the balance was restored. Our doom crept upon us. More conflict resulted in more men taking up arms to fight." "What the Council could not perceive was the insidious influence of our enemies and it swept upon us on the wings of ravens by night; druids. Masculine deities, ethos and egos combined with our own blind arrogance to bring about our downfall. Constant contact with the Celts brought a different cultural view to our men. They began to question why women should rule." "Somewhere around the year 680 BCE, it began. It was not a calamity over in a night, or even a week yet once it began there was no stopping it. Most of our males, never fighters, were taken as slaves by their former brothers and their new Celtic masters. Not all fighting males betrayed us. Those males risked their very lives to sneak into fallen towns and villages to rescue their daughters." "The penalty our enemies exacted on our remaining fighting males was meant to keep the rest in line. They burned those brave men alive, in public. They burned them slowly, in much agony; the druids showed them how it was done. There is no record of any of our fighting males switching sides, or failing to undertake any mission for the Host. We survived as a people because of them." "When all hope of remaining in our new homes faded, we fled east into the mountains. My ancestors were furious, frightened and shamed. They decided they had let down their guards around men and swore to never do it again. The only obstacle to this way of thinking was the handful of men who risked all for the Host's survival and still lived." "They sent those male survivors on one last, suicidal mission. They were to return home and incite the Celts' wrath against the traitor males. For the Hell they unleashed, the druids were chosen for this final act vengeance. Amazon males slew the druids. The angry Celts fell upon their former allies, slaughtering the lot. "Somehow, a tiny band returned to their mistresses. Their return was unexpected. In their absence, the High Priestess and Council decided to rectify their centuries' old error in judgment. Only a few Houses; Arinniti among them; knows how each Council member voted yet the final decision is something we are dealing with today." "The 'valiant' Host went to their defenseless sons and butchered them. When the last Amazon males made it back they were rewarded with death as well. It is recorded that they didn't even resist, loyal to their last drop of blood. In less than ten minute's time, the last of the male line of Amazons perished." "These are the 'Ash Men' Oneida mentioned. Burned to death by our enemies for their devotion to us, burned to ash by the Host to hide our shame after we killed them for the crime of never betraying us. All full-blooded Amazons are taught about the Second Betrayal; except that last, pathetic and tragic addendum," Katrina educated me. "Oh shit," I interrupted. I was sure Katrina had more to tell me but I felt the hideous weight of this; now shared; past. "You believe that when this gets out, as all secrets do, it will undermine everything you have built. You did more than utterly betray those loyal brothers, you murdered your own sons." "That is one of the most serious issues the Council is dealing with," Elsa finally spoke. "That makes sense, but you are forgetting something," I shook my head. "Times change, people change, circumstances change. The Host misses the point." "That point would be?" Katrina studied me. I believed this was more of a case she wanted me to make the logical next step. "You betrayed us," I stated. "The lesson is not that men were lured away from the Amazon cause, it was that despite every reason to save themselves, men stayed loyal to the grisly end. If the Host is mindful and respectful, we males would rather be 'Ash Men' and safeguard our sons and daughters." "Men volunteered to fight, they did fight and fought well yet the Host refused to acknowledge anything had changed," I then paused. "Which is why I'm learning how to shoot, and knife-fight and why Elsa is here. Katrina, with the upmost respect; you are a manipulative bitch." "Cáel, I let you get away with a great deal," Katrina smirked. "Don't take advantage of it." "You seem to forget that I consider being murdered by your ilk highly more desirable than slavery," I retorted. "I hope it doesn't come to that, but if it does, you know you can't win," Katrina pointed out. "I have more invested in the fight than you do," I stated. "I'm fighting for the future of my people. You know that," Katrina bantered. "I'm fighting for my sons to be allowed to live free of bondage, or thrown from the cliffs, and for my daughters to not be a plague on the human soul," I grinned. "You would turn my daughters into Fabiola and; you can't even agree on letting the other half of your own offspring live, as if that was something 'normal' mothers would ever discuss." "Fabiola? Not Aya?" Katrina prodded. "I ignore the reality of Aya because I love her. There is no saving her. Your reach makes it hopeless, she wouldn't understand and she is already too poisoned by the rest of you anyway," I explained. "Watching her inevitable slide into madness is another reason for me to seek death in battle." "I enjoy these chats," Katrina smiled as she stood up. "You are a very complex individual and crossing wits with you has been an unexpected pleasure. Good night." Elsa moved to follow Katrina to the door. "Elsa?" I called out. She half-turned. "Try going with French cut instead of boy shorts tomorrow." There was a fey light in Elsa's eyes. I continued to creep closer to having status in her eyes. Not a sentient; I was that already. Amazons didn't have a glorious rival. Strong rivals you killed as soon as possible. Cáel Nyilas had become a nebulous entity treading down unexplored pathways in her until-now internally consistent World. "I won't let you win," she gave me a molten, hungry look. "I bet you say that to all the guys," I shot back. "Only the ones I care about," she gave me one more promissory fuck-note, turned and left. I didn't have time to mull over my bleak future forecast. Yasmin was coming over and we were definitely not going out to eat. (Wednesday Night) Yasmin had a kink I hadn't really had to deal with before. She liked having sex standing up; anywhere. Sure I had made love in hallways, showers and against a refrigerator once, but Yasmin took this to a whole new level. The most horizontal I got her was fucking her on my bedroom dresser. She was also an aggressive nibbler which is a kind way of saying she bites down hard without breaking the skin. The scars would fade by morning, but I was going to catch Hell from Timothy and Odette later tonight. Our experience was; enhanced by yet another reality I was unaware of. Yasmin's ex was an 'intellectual'. In Brazil that must translate as a small penis with limited stamina, but don't hold me to that. Since the birth of her son and the 'incident' with her husband, Yasmin hadn't much 'personal' time; read: not much finger, or vibrator usage. Yasmin was tight, famished and extra aroused by me kicking Felix's macho ass an hour earlier. I ushered Yasmin into my place, she was looking smoky yet contained, so I gave her the ten cent tour. When I turned around, her sandals, pants and shirt were off. Silky violet was a good color on her. Yasmin didn't rush the removal of her final items, using their skimpy allure to draw me in like a striker to the goal. My Brazilian MILF loved being appreciated for every nuanced curve, scent and taste. She let me slip off her bra first then she pulled off my shirt. She didn't let me get behind her. This allowed her to pace her own aggression. Cáel was along for the ride. This wasn't fem domination, just a very hungry lady looking for some first-rate sportsmanship. Lucky for me, I was a full service arena with overtime expertise. Every little 'Give and Go' and 'tackle' was received, or dodged to keep our game in play. Here I was thinking of swinging a little more upper body workout later tonight. Yasmin's gymnastics made that redundant. My first insertion was welcomed by her. Yasmin repaid my diligence with lip services, strong hands massaging my back and arms, plus timely input concerning what was good and bad without running over the passion. Yasmin was not at Buffy's level of competition. Instead she brought her own torrid spirit that was new and exciting. I had no idea how Yasmin's husband ever found the energy to cheat on her. Yasmin would seek breaks in our activities. The rest of the hour-plus she was either at a vivid simmer, or a full-on blowtorch. Half the time I didn't even have to direct our intimacy; Yasmin was happy to manage all of the movements using her thighs, stomach muscles and arms to make it a highly memorable performance. As we staggered down from the peak of my climax, a sweaty, panting Yasmin informed me that she was glad she had started doing handstand push-ups once more. For those not in the know, imagine doing a handstand facing a wall. Now push your body up the wall which is occasionally done with your fingertips if you are a true bad-ass; like Yasmin and Timothy. That is another exercise I'm going to have to work on. Jacking-off and squeezing stress balls wasn't going to cut it anymore. "Ora, ora, meu bombom precioso ; muito bom," Yasmin purred as I put her legs down; I had been holding the back of her knees with my elbows. "I'm the bomb? Sweet!" I sounded as energetic as I was able. My Brazilian Nitro-girl began laughing. "What did the rest of it mean?" "With every orgasm you give me, I'll give you a word," she taunted me. I looked at the ceiling. "I'm looking for a downside to that challenge," I met her gaze. "I can't see one." "We'll see about that when I leave. I have a sitter until 11:00 p.m. so you have good deal of bravado I want you to back-up," Yasmin looked carnivorously-aroused. We did get around to getting cleaned up then hoofed it to a local Egyptian cuisine eatery. On the way back, I screwed her against a streetlamp with the light burned out. You see a good deal of humor about girls in super-tight pants and all the contortions they go through to get into them. Peeling them out is much, much easier. Maybe it is the inspiration that makes the difference. Best of all, the reactions of people walking around us, or across the street. Overt disgust, ignoring the whole situation, and, my favorite, the running commentary. (First couple) #1 Girl: "Why don't we ever do that?" #1 Guy: "Do you bend that way?" (Second couple) #2 Girl: "Do you think she's hotter than me?" #2 Guy: "Let's go down to the next lamppost and find out." (Third couple) #3 Guy: "Don't they have a bed, or are they homeless?" There was no way we were dressed like homeless! #3 Girl: "You have all the romance of a rhino." Somebody wasn't getting some tonight. And because we were in a major metropolis, (Fourth couple) #4 Girl (1): "Are you practicing safe sex? If not, I have a condom," she touched my shoulder. Me: "We are good. I use Durex normally, though I'll use Trojan too." #4 Girl (2): "Are you okay, Miss?" Yasmin: (unhappy): "I'm fine. Now either let my man get back to slaking my every lust, or join in." #4 Girl (2) "Are you serious?" to Yasmin. #4 Girl (1) "Are you okay with this?" she addressed me. "She's my girlfriend." A few seconds of grunting, gasping sex ensued. Yasmin: "Yes, I am serious and you two are killing the mood. Mount up, or get off my horsy." The two ladies looked at one another. #4 Girl (1): "She's very ho; attractive. What do you say? It is safe sex," hint, hint. And thus I had a lesbian four-way. The first girl, Evie, was bi- and worked at Planned Parenthood, explaining the condom lore. Girl two, Samantha, was a lesbian, but having a strong sex drive, decided that Yasmin was as luscious as I thought she was. Back at my place, it took Samantha thirty minutes to get used to sharing her bed with a man. By then she decided I wasn't the enemy, despite my penis and hunger for the female form. Evie and Yasmin had zip inhibitions and let the lesbian and the straight guy work our differences while they basked in each other's femininity. Yasmin insisted she wasn't a lesbian, or bi-sexual. She had no sexual hang ups and found American's confusing because they did. We had wrapped up the first round with Evie giving me a quick blowjob because I had been a good boy and kept my sperm holstered for the entire encounter. Samantha threw on one of Odette's t-shirts (I didn't explain) and went to the bathroom. I got washed up; Samantha gave me a dirty look from the toilet then I reminded her I'd just seen her naked. We both exited to the living room and took up spots on the sofa as we waited for our prospective partner. I heard my roommates keys jingle in the lock. He walked in, taking in the now familiar scene of me with a new girl on the sofa. "Timothy Denver!" Samantha squealed when my roommate showed up. "Sammy; what are you doing in my apartment; with him?" Timothy meant me. They (Timothy and Samantha) hugged each other, Timothy lifting her off the ground. "Me and Evie are sharing his girlfriend," Samantha explained. "Which one?" Timothy put her down. Samantha shot me a semi-hostile look. Yasmin and Evie came out of the bedroom; having found Evie's clothing. That was their story and I wasn't going to argue with it. "Hi Timothy!" Evie ran up and hugged him too. Up she went. "Timothy, this is Yasmin," I made introductions. "The Brazilian Hottie," Timothy noted. "Yasmin, is Cáel sleeping around you on you?" Samantha inquired. "No. Cáel has sex with far too many other women to cheat on me," she informed them. Samantha didn't know what to make of that. "That means she's aware that I date a lot," I explained. I would have asked how Samantha, Evie and Timothy knew each other except now all their body art made sense. "Timothy, are you and Cáel;” Samantha asked. Timothy rolled his eyes. "God, I wish," Timothy sighed dramatically. "The dick on this guy is phenomenal." "Sammy, I know you would never, ever, ever go that way, but if you did, do it with Cáel here," Timothy told her. "He is the most sensitive, skilled and empathic lover I've ever seen. He's not at all possessive and totally confident in who he is." Sammy didn't look like she was contemplating a gender-preference switch. She was getting between me and Evie. "As long as you understand you, me and Evie," Sammy warned me. "Sadly, fidelity is not one of my virtues," I shrugged. "I could lie to you about it. You seem to be Timothy's friend, so I should treat you better than that." "You can trust me around Cáel," Evie insisted. "No, we can't," Timothy, Sammy and Yasmin all spoke simultaneously. I wasn't trustworthy, but at least I was consistently untrustworthy. "Listen to your friends and the woman you barely know," I met Evie's gaze. "I know I couldn't control myself around you and we'd both regret it." No we wouldn't. I could see that fire deep in her eyes. We were going to have sex again, just me and she. I was a lowdown dirty dog who gave an incredible dicking and I'd already made an insertion into Evie's body and mind. Not that it was terribly important to me; she was okay at sex, though not great. My words were for the listening audience. Timothy knew me better. "Cáel," Timothy stated firmly. "For me, man; don't fool around with Evie." I'd lied to roommates all the time. Like the women in my life, I wanted to keep them happy, or happily neutral. That attitude suddenly didn't work for me. "How?" sort of spilled out. No one expected my plaintive cry for relationship help. "What?" Sammy gulped. Yasmin snickered. She knew the score. "Sammy, Cáel's nailed a girl who was making a food delivery to us. In around an hour and a half, a waitress he met for a minute and gave his number to, will be here. She moved into his room. They are not a couple," Timothy tried to explain. "She lives here to hang out with me and bangs Cáel when he doesn't have anyone else over, yet, I swear on Buddha's Belly, I've never seen him abuse a girl," Timothy continued. "It is the strangest damn thing I've ever seen. He's stacked them up like jets at LaGuardia." "He's a shit-head player," Sammy glared. "Do you feel used?" Yasmin pointed out. "You don't because you weren't. He's not trying to out-dick your vagina. He's not out to steal Evie. He is admittedly hormonally unbalanced. That doesn't make him a bastard. I'm not here looking for a boyfriend and if I was, it would never be Cáel." "If you can get past the fact he might have sex with your girlfriend from time to time, he's really a great guy," Yasmin added. "Cáel is fearless and as long as sex is not involved, completely reliable." Sammy was clearly not believing any of this, finally turning back to Timothy. "He gives an incredibly good dicking, he's a dog, and he's one of my best friends," Timothy shrugged. I had been 'one of the guys', a 'buddy' and 'dude'. I had never been considered a man's best friend before and I had never heard Timothy toss that term around about anybody. I went up and hugged him. "Dude, you have lousy taste in friends," I patted his back. "Cáel, I have plenty of friends who wouldn't abandon me in a fight. You are the only person I know who took an arrow for a little girl you barely knew," Timothy patted my back. "You don't find that dedication often. In the past two months we've been through more freaky shit than I've experience in the past ten years. Faults and all, this has been the best time of my life." I stepped back until we were at arm's length. "I take that back. You don't have lousy taste in friends; you are delusional," I blinked. "He got shot; took an arrow; for a little girl?" Sammy gulped. "How come this is the first I'm hearing about it?" "That would be the bandage on your leg?" Evie pointed. "I have a dangerous job," I regarded the new girls. "I test poultry for signs of intelligence. Let's just say that a sleeper cell got past me and chaos ensued." "Translation: he can't talk about it," Yasmin smirked. "What do you do you really do?" Sammy pressed. "I'm working on a special project. We are taping strobe lights to Garden Gnomes then, using hobby store-bought rockets, my corporation is going to sell them as a Developing World-friendly alternative to the current GPS system," I looked grim. "Really?" Sammy looked uncertain. "I work for a really sleazy corporation," I confessed. "There is nothing they wouldn't do for a buck." "That's heartless," Sammy protested. "Men like that are raping the planet and exploiting the poor." "Sammy, I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments. I am one of three men in the entire workforce; that is well over 10,000 women; undoubtedly more," I smirked. "If it is any consolation, I am treated as little more than a pin-up model by my co-workers." "Oh wow," Evie snickered. "Were you hired for your looks?" "Hardly," I declared with authority. "I majored in Business with a minor in Philosophy from Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire, an institute of higher learning renowned for its 70% female student population and nothing else. Still, I am working for a Fortune 500 company at a job I am totally unqualified for, earning an unheard of starting salary and constantly required to work shirtless, or naked." "Personally, I think it was my creative writing skills that won them over," I nodded sagely. "You are a jerk," Timothy snorted. "I hate it when you tell the truth and make it sound unbelievable. It is a skill I've never seen wielding so cuttingly." No one said anything for a few seconds. "It is really annoying that no one believes I earned my position because I'm actually intelligent and hard-working," I grumbled. "Welcome to the world of a Carnival dancer," Yasmin laughed. "I was going 'a blond bimbo'," Sammy agreed, "but that works too." That broke down the social ice. Letting yourself soak up a bit of ridicule can pay huge dividends. I was going to be back in bed with every single woman in the room; even the lesbian, though I'd be sharing a girl with her, wait and see. For some reason, Sammy remained convinced I was an asshole, so she dared me to kiss Timothy. I shrugged, Timothy shrugged, so we kissed. Seriously, I have no clue what I Won't do for sex. When Timothy slipped me some tongue I nutted him. As he doubled over, I told him I wasn't the kind of guy who went beyond second base on the first date. The group informed me that second base was touching my cock; whoops. Then Evie reminded me that I had sex with her within fifteen minutes of our initial meeting. I replied I hadn't had anal sex with her yet, but if that was the case, I was sure Timothy would be a good sport about it all. Timothy had finally gotten back to his feet. Again, he nodded. This time he snatched me up, bench pressed me over his head (man, we need to re-spackle the ceiling) and bounced me off the sofa. Timothy is really strong too. I hit the floor, face down, but with my knees and palms catching my weight. I quickly summersaulted and regained my footing. I trusted Timothy. Still, talking about anal sex with a big, buff gay man then assuming the doggy-style position; let's not tempt fate. My antics earned me another round of sex. After Evie exploded (figuratively) all over the place with her; third euphoria, I looked over Yasmin's shoulder to Sammy, who was sexing up my Brazilian from the other side. "I have totally and completely re-evaluated having a lesbian in bed with me, Sammy," I testified. "You rock!" Sammy shot me a look, realized I was expounding true praise and picked up her ravishing of Yasmin. After we demolished Yasmin, Sammy mounted me. She wanted a 'test drive' more than anything else; the experience of feeling the differences between the masculine and feminine skeletal and muscular textures and nuances. "Can I touch your breasts?" I requested. Sammy thought it over, eventually giving me an 'okay' look. She had those nice, banana-cone shaped breasts with huge areolas and sizable nipples. I started off by lifting and weighing each teat, taking it nice and leisurely. Sammy decided I was doing a passable job so she stopped studying me and got into the sensation of the moment. That little gasp cued me in that I had earned the right to move a little farther. Her nipples were already engaged. A half-dozen grazing passes and they were definitely joyous. Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues. Most lesbians didn't like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren't throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related. Sorry ladies, your sweat can stink as much as a men's does. It is more a matter of diet. Both sexes should clean up 'down there'. It is common sexual courtesy, so use it. When I can, I use a subtle cologne though I've used women's Secret deodorant on rare occasions. It earned me curious looks every time, but it never stopped them. Sammy was already taking quick gulps of air when her worried eyes looked down at me again. She wanted to tell me to stop. She was caught in a double bind; she was getting gratification and the only reason to refuse it was because I was a man; a man she had allowed to touch her. That would make her either sexist, or a bigot. Never ignore the allure of the female orgasm. Add to that, never ignore the power of friendship. As Sammy struggled to master her 'lesbian outrage', Evie sneaked behind her, wiggling two fingers. "Evie," Sammy moaned in protest. "Sammy-love, he's not trying to fuck you," Evie murmured to her companion. "You are liking what he's doing and you know you have dynamite nipples. Let him have a sample." To me, "She likes a whole lot of suction and a tiny bit of teeth." Sammy attempted some kind of protest. Yasmin stroking Sammy's upper thigh, hip and stomach breached the dam of her inhibitions. So, I had a lesbian lowering her body toward mine. First her palms rested on my shoulders. Sammy's body flowed up mine until her elbows replaced her hands. As advised, I applied a wet vacuum seal. I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation. "You should have longer hair," she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. "I don't normally go for butch girls." You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up' for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory. She cascaded down on me, my lower stomach syrupy with her juices and her bosom muzzling my face. Yasmin went to her knees, leaned over Sammy's prostrate form and began seriously making out with Evie. I lived in a vortex of unexpected pleasure and fulfillment. I had taken part in making a lesbian sexually complete. "You are the best guy I've ever been with," Sammy murmured. "He's the only guy you've ever been with," Evie teased. "Fine. He's still the best. Cáel, have you ever thought about becoming a post-op transsexual?" Sammy giggled. "No!" Yasmin protested. "That's where I draw the line. Cáel keeps his tender bits." "Mmm Mmm," I added my voice against that proposal. To punish Sammy for even bringing that up, I latched onto a breast like a starving lamprey and went to town. Damn right that put her in her place. Fifteen minute later, she finally let me come up for air. Ten minutes after that, we stumbled out of the apartment. I was going to see Yasmin safely home; she snickered then, seeing my hurt feelings, told me I was very brave and could take her home. Evie and Sammy lived close by. They had known Timothy from his days working at an ink place in Queens, but had lost touch when he opened his own place on the East Side. They promised to stay in touch. Sometimes I don't even have to try. Maybe that's why Timothy got so pissy with me at times. As for Yasmin and me, I fucked her in the hallway right outside her domicile because she still had twenty minutes left on her babysitter and there was a convenient vertical surface. We both went home with smiles on our faces. I met up with Odette walking up to my; now our; place. She wanted all the juicy details, helped me change our sheets, promised to do our laundry tomorrow morning and then we had sex. I was set up on my feet, shins and knees, Odette facing away from me and grinding her lush tight end on my rod when the door opened and Timothy Nerf-shot me; cause I definitely deserved it. (Thursday) Thursday was good. I inspected artificial wood products for artificial termites. Actually, I started out with Constanza; really Naomi and her Merry Band now; and learned how to actually fire a personal defense weapon. No more 'spray and pray' for me. They told me they had a special surprise for me on Friday. Color me concerned. According to Medical, I was a lousy lab monkey. Then Katrina informed me it was Brian's turn today to get poked, prodded and forced to cough up millions of little Brian-lettes for Havenstone's perverse pleasures. I e-mailed Brian my best wishes. I was seriously starting to question those 'so-called' medical experts ethical integrity. I worked with Buffy, teamed up with the Daphne/Desiree combo. Why? Because there was an emergency board meeting on Friday. I wasn't told this, but Daphne and I figured it out. To put some extra butter on my hell-bound soul, an agent of Rhada's gave me a private note informing me she wanted to talk. Keeping to Amazon Princess Rape Fantasy Bondage protocols, I ate the message before Buffy could pry it from my hands. Bad enough was all these crazy females trying to kill me, I also had to keep track of which ones hated the other ones. It reminded me of dating sorority sisters, except this time out, I could never leave the sorority house and they almost never went to classes. Oh, and they are all related to Jason Voorhees (that's the maniac from the Friday the 13th movies for those who had lived constructive lives) and we were adjacent to an Ace Hardware store. Plus I had a date with Libra and I was dedicated to 'tapping that ass' at least once more before I died. And, there was more! Deena, the swimming, 'fingers in her cunt' buddy dropped me a line telling me she was 'expecting' me this afternoon. There was no way I could swing that, despite her request that could be only construed as an order. I simply didn't have the time. I e-mailed her back, pleading for her to be in a bikini with several suggested sites for her to visit. Before my designated knife training, I had a fucked-up brainstorm about what to do with Rhada. I wrote a letter in Old Kingdom Hittite, sealed it in wax with the imprint of the symbol 'Lowest' on it, representing me, though Rhada's submissive side could easily misinterpret that. To get it to her, I went to the only one who could meet her face to face who I could trust. Katrina? Laughable. She could do it but she wouldn't touch this disaster with a three meter pole made out of male vertebrae. The only other person who met all the criteria; Oneida. Yes, I was a fucktard, fuck-nut and a waste of human potential. "Oneida, I need a favor," I asked the moment I hunted her down in Acquisitions. "Of course," her eyes lit up, her lips moistened and breathe quickened. She wasn't wanting a quick tussle in a side room. The chick wanted to be held closely while I whispered love poetry into her ear for her to hear alone. I was letting her down abysmally. "I need this message hand delivered to Rhada," I pressed the missive into her hands. She didn't know how to wrap her mind around that. Rhada? She knew we had fought, but what contact had we shared since then? She made the sane 'girl-logic' assumption. "Cáel, are you in trouble," she worried. Oh, I wish it was only trouble. "Not that you can help me with. If you can't do this, I'll find another way," I sighed. Yes, I was playing her. Oneida would run over hot coals for me. "No, no; I'll do it; why? Why Rhada?" Oneida pleaded. "I can't say and you cannot look at the message. It is critical that she, and she alone sees this," I impressed on her the importance of saving my life without saying 'please save my life'. By asking her to not look at the message, I increased the odds she'd look. I had no choice. If I didn't say anything about it, she'd make an excuse to look and tell herself that I hadn't forbidden her to look. Add to that, she was my racial superior. In her case, this meant she had to look out for my best interest. Oneida nodded and watched me leave. Training with Pamela was hands on this day. I had a wooden blade with a lead core to give me a better feel for the proper weight. Pamela had a meter long wooden rod. She had a miraculous ability to move her baton in a blur yet not hurt my fingers, hand, or wrist. It was very instructional. I was practicing stabbing and a bit of slashing. I left with a sense I'd added something useful to my repertoire. I wasn't calling out Elsa anytime soon; heck, I wasn't calling out Europa, Aya's 13 year old sister either. As we were cleaning up, Pamela noticed my uncertainty. "What is it?" she asked. "Oh, it is that you've resisted the urge to cause me pain," I mused. "Normally, I find Amazons to be very harsh." "That is certainly a common training style here," Pamela nodded. "I chose showing a student how to do things right as opposed to reminding the student what they did wrong." "Good enough. Thanks for treating me like I matter," I grinned. "What makes you think that?" Pamela and I started to leave the little dojo. Note, she didn't say 'assume'. "Trust me, I'm a sperm donor with sex appeal to virtually every other screwy dame in this place," I smirked. "I know the difference between what I see in their eyes and yours," I winked. "Ash Man," Pamela remarked. She zinged me, alright. "My granddaughters talk of you and not in a way I would expect Amazon women to talk about a male." "That and an Egg McMuffin;” I shrugged. "Means you won't die hungry," Pamela shrugged along with me. "This is why I volunteered to teach you; you deserve every chance to go out unconquered." "Do you think I have a chance; of that?" I questioned. "Not really. I didn't think I would ever be talking to a man in my native language again either, so who knows," she added. "Do you think I'm an Ash Man?" I wondered. Male; OKH; again? "I haven't a clue what one is," she rolled her shoulders. "I am neither my House Leader, nor its Keeper of Records." "Oh; what are you then?" I asked. The response she gave didn't make sense. "Cliff-walker? I don't know;” I furrowed my brow. "I am past my useful life yet refuse to take myself to the cliffs," Pamela told me. "I have unfinished business to attend to in this World." "What is that; if that isn't too rude?" I inquired. "A dead man spoke to me. He told me I would never find my way to the halls of my ancestors until I replaced a life for a life," she related. "That's; umm; odd," I suggested. "Cáel, I severed his throat to the spine. Even had he somehow been alive, he could not have spoken. Then there is the matter of speaking the Amazon tongue," Pamela continued. "Did he tell you anything else?" I played along. "No." "How will you know what life you should save; to replace a life for a life?" I searched her out. "He had the most unforgettable emerald green eyes," she filled me in. Just like my eyes. We had stepped into the elevator when she told me that. There were five other Amazons with us. I didn't know any of them. I reached out and put my hand on Pamela's stomach. "Whatever happens to me, and I don't want you to die, or anything; I want you to know you've done what needed to be done," I assured her. Pamela's laugh was so loud, deep and resounding, I was stunned that it came from such a thin frame. "That, my friend, is what being an Amazon is all about," Pamela slapped my back. What she said was wrong in so many ways and the Amazons around us knew it. I wasn't an Amazon and equating me to one of them was insulting to their feminine martial ardor. Also, no Amazon had ever called me a friend and meant it in a non-sexual manner. Things were getting uncomfortable. "Matron," one of the Amazons spoke up, "are you feeling well?" That was a polite way of saying 'have you lost your mind?' "Do you know why there are twenty 'First' Houses?" Pamela addressed me and ignored the others. "Not really. It wasn't in the Havenstone Handbook," I tried to sound innocently curious. "The first Amazon to escape capture came back for the rest," Pamela related. "She was free and if she was recaptured she would have certainly been raped again and most likely killed. She came back because no risk is too great for one's family. Like the first of the Unconquered, you risk everything for the spiritual and physical safety of your sisters." "He is not one of us!" a different Amazon insisted. "How bizarre that none of these crazy bitches can see it," Pamela smiled. "Who are you again?" I gave Pamela a worried look. "A discarded heroine, Cáel," Pamela answered. "I am an embarrassment, an anachronism and an arrogant warrior humbled." Clearly this was part of Havenstone's history I wasn't supposed to be privileged to hear. "You don't date much, do you?" I changed things up. Pamela snorted. "This whole scarred scholar-warrior with a tragic past works better with your moping, 19th century literature-reading college types. Cavemen like me prefer slinky clothing and feigned idiocy." "I'll keep that in mind," Pamela snickered. By the bug-eyed expression of our fellow travelers, Pamela was indeed some kind of heroic figure. She held no position, but her status was undeniable. "How about this: I will forgo taking myself to the cliffs until you give me my first great-granddaughter." "As long as we agree that I'm never going without a condom for the next five years," I counter-offered. "By the way, which two am I going to be surreptitiously avoiding?" "Brielle and Daphne," Pamela appeared amused with my expression. "Holy crap!" I exclaimed. "I really like those two. This is going to be tougher keeping you alive than I thought." "How many more days?" Pamela teased. "67," I groaned as we stepped out onto the Executive Services floor. Technically, I had an hour left of my work-day. "Look on the bright side, our first great-grandchild could be a Son," Pamela joked. Pamela clearly enjoyed 'freaking out' the Normals; the normal Amazon population that is. "That would truly suck," I remarked. "You ladies have zero experience with male names and no boy of mine is going to be named Shirley. Picking the baby boy names is going to be all on me." "How about Augustus?" Pamela suggested. I looked stunned. Buffy, having heard my voice, hopped up from her station and came blazing my way. I hadn't done a damn thing wrong yet she was angry with me. She didn't know Pamela and I hoped to hell I wasn't hitting on; okay, Pamela was a bit odd-looking. I'd still do her. "Cáel," Buffy snapped. "What is going on? Don't you have a job to do; with me?" "Buffy, this is Pamela. She's my knife instructor," I said. "Pamela, this is Buffy DuBois, my (dead word spoken)." Literally in Old Kingdom Hittite that meant 'mountaintop'. Pamela clearly got the implication. Buffy's fury about me slipping into OKH was mitigated by Pamela's appraising look. "Okay," Buffy grumbled. "What was that?" "Pinnacle, peak, highest point, mountaintop," Pamela answered for me. "I would wager it is a term of endearment and praise, but feel free to be offended despite him using the word for my benefit as opposed to yours. He might have incorrectly thought you knew how much he cared for you." Verbal beat down! "Who are you, anyway?" Buffy struggled to be polite. "Pamela Pile," my instructor stated. "I am not employed by Havenstone anymore." "That's not; possible;” Buffy questioned. "She is Brielle's and Daphne's Grandmother, Buffy," I explained. "That's nice," Buffy was less than impressed. "Cáel, take care. Buffy, I know nothing of men, but I know camaraderie and I know you can throw that away as quickly as you earned it," Pamela gave an even stare. "By the way, Pamela, you clearly have never been a kid on a playground," I joked. Buffy was irritated while Pamela was amused. "With a name like Augustus, he's either going to toughen up really fast, or get flattened. Trust me. My name was Cáel aka Cabbage Head all through elementary school." "What did they call you in; middle school? It is middle school, correct?" Pamela inquired. "Yes; middle school. By 6th grade, I was firmly a 'nobody'," I enlightened her. "Hell, my teachers could barely recall who I was. I stayed that way until I graduated high school." "I had asthma as a child," Pamela related. "I barely made it through my 12th year." "What did you do when you; is the term 'casted', or 'choosing a caste?" I posed. "It varies. Sometimes we choose and sometimes the caste chooses us," Pamela answered. "I ended up here, in what is now known as Executive Services." "Great," I grinned. "I bet you were enticed by our intensive training in marshmallow juggling. Am I right?" "Not really," Pamela grew serious. "I came here so I could build obstacle courses for kittens. It is an unappreciated melding of animal conditioning and engineering." I was really liking Pamela. She was like a kindred spirit in this madhouse. "Speaking of 'animal conditioning', Cáel, we need to get to work," Buffy huffed and off I went. We finished up, had our after-work meeting and began to head-out for the day. "Daphne, I met your grandmother; nice lady," I told my 'new hire' buddy. "Really, what was she doing here?" Daphne smiled affectionately. I need to wear a dead rat around my neck; the deader the better. "She is teaching me how to knife fight," I told her. Her not knowing that was odd. "Oh; I didn't know she did that," Daphne frowned. "She worked in Executive Services," I said. That appeared news to Daphne as well. "I thought that was why you joined." "Katrina," Daphne looked to our boss, "was my grandmother in the (dead word spoken) service?" That word roughly meant 'darkness of night' in OKH, but like so many things in a 'dead' language, interpretation could be sketchy. "She was before my time," Katrina nodded. "I do recall her legacy though." "What did she do? Normally I wouldn't care, except Pamela is a laugh riot," I smirked. "She was the most lethal Amazon assassin of the 20th century," Katrina stated deadpan. "Grans?" Daphne gasped. "She's always been so odd; I mean nice." "What happened to her?" I muttered. "I don't know," Katrina mused. "She came back from her last mission then took herself to the cliffs. A few weeks later she returned with no explanation for that either." "Well crap," I groaned. "She's never going to forgive me for that 'wet willy' (getting a fingertip slick with your saliva then sticking it in an opponent's ear). I'm a goner." Daphne play-punched me. We all heard the subsonic rumbling from the door. According to Buffy, she was the only one allowed to cause me physical discomfort and resented Daphne horning in on 'her turf'. Buffy had a new weapon in her arsenal this afternoon. "Your (dead word spoken) wants you to come here," Buffy snapped. Even Katrina looked at her in some confusion. "I was told that was a good thing," Buffy sizzled. "It most likely interpreted as 'most prized', or 'most esteemed'," Tigger translated. "Precisely it means 'mountaintop'." Buffy stuck out her chin proudly. "Cáel, I believe I made my desire clear," she commanded. "No can do McGiggles Sissy-pants," I grimaced, "I have a date tonight that precludes me from me being overly bruised; again." I was heading for the door, leading the 'new hires' out of Katrina's office. "I know you like laugh at death, Cáel," Dora snickered, "but I'm not sure the rictus of death counts." "I've got that covered, Dora," I actually brushed up against Buffy. "I'm having a laugh track installed in my urn." "Who says they'll ever find your body?" Buffy moved rapidly at my side. "Whoa; cannibalism. Where I come from, normally the guy eats the girl," I joked. "With you, Buffy, I'm never quite certain of our gender roles. I'm still terrified of letting you snuggle up from behind." "I hate you," Buffy growled. She wasn't upset. Her eyes were dancing with laughter. "What are you going to do when he is relocated?" Fabiola murdered the mood. "Blame you," Buffy glared at Fabiola. "I'm so scared," Fabiola mocked Buffy. "Fabiola, don't be like that," I moped. "You have such full, plump lips that clearly know how to take hold of a problem and work it through. Your thighs are the product of diligent effort on your part and I'm sure that when you grapple with an opponent, no one can break that fearful hold." "I'm sure anything your hands touch, you don't release until you've milked every ounce of life out of your target. You are truly a complete woman," I concluded. The elevator doors opened and we flooded out. Oneida was waiting for me. Buffy began laughing so hard she couldn't keep up. "What is it?" Oneida looked to Buffy. "That is the most obtuse description of fellatio, fucking and a hand job I've ever heard," Buffy wheezed. "Fabiola, he called you a whore and you can never prove it." Okay, I didn't call her a whore; money was never mentioned. Oneida looked distressed. "Oneida, Fabiola insinuated that Cáel would be relocated soon," Daphne came to the rescue. I still had something to take care of. "I knew I forgot something," I realized. "Buffy, can you hold my jacket?" I handed it to her. She examined it then dropped it to the ground. I shrugged then kept stripping. "Cáel?" Oneida worried. "I don't have my biking clothes on," I pointed out. "We can't go biking unless I'm dressed in my biking clothes." Was Oneida still upset about me stripping in public? No. She was about to spend time with me because she mistakenly perceived me to be a good guy. My bike trip with Oneida to a neutral halfway point proved that while Oneida was in good shape, she wasn't a cyclist. Cycling emphasized an unusual muscle sequence, so if you don't cycle much, it shows. I stuck close to her. Not only did it endear me to Oneida, it kept our two shadows at a safe distance so they didn't impinge on their princess's joyful mood. I sent Oneida on her way, got home and immediately started making adjustments to my night's plans. First I had to deal with Libra. I got into an argument with her. I insisted she should wear only jeans, a t-shirt with no bra, and comfortable shoes. Libra was furious. She wanted to go clubbing and look hot; preferably enticing some guys to make me jealous. She certainly wasn't going to come giftwrapped for an easy screw. She wasn't that kind of girl. She didn't like that I was that kind of guy. I insisted that I was the kind of guy who was fascinated with her. I was also happy that Brooke had gotten us back together; you know Brooke, the girl I had fucked to help her get over Felix then refused to sleep with so I could be with Libra. I was blistered and lambasted. I also got my way. I also got to see Libra embrace the ogling her attire earned her in my working class neighborhood as we walked around and talked. "Everyone is staring at my breasts," Libra whispered to me after a bit. She wanted to make me think she was unhappy while her nipples were excited and she was relishing the turning heads. Brooke was better looking, in my opinion, but Libra was definitely a girl who shouldn't walk around without a bra. Her breast are really shapely, large and firm, possibly her best attribute. We were hanging around an authentic Italian pizza joint, Libra against the wall, face to face with me. Without warning, I slipped my hand down, popped her jeans button open and unzipped her pants. "Cáel!" she hissed. Yum, Libra had gone panty-less as well. "Cáel," she repeated. Libra tried to stop my fingers from exploring. She was hampered by her desire to not make a scene while I was insistent. Nice sexy jeans are not only nice and sexy, they hug the hips. This meant I could peel the front of her pants open and work two fingers past her pubic hair to her puffy lips. "Stop," she whimpered. I didn't. I slipped a finger between her labia and she was moist and steamy. I wiggled a finger inside with no effort. "No one will see us," I murmured into Libra's ear. I wiggled my finger in deeper. "You are horrible," she moaned quietly. Her hands started out on my shoulders. A few seconds later, she migrated her arms down. I wasn't positive where she was going with that until she hooked her thumbs into her pants and slid them farther down. "Get it over with," she mumbled. She followed that up with tender kisses to my neck. Her moving her pants down allowed me to move a second finger in. All of that was a prelude. With my two slick fingers, I searched up for her clitoris. She (a clit is definitely a 'she') was hungering for my contact and offered up her tenderness to my attention. Libra's hand began clawing my abdomen through my shirt. Her nasal breathing was becoming ragged, so I eased off on the tempo my stimulation. I wasn't going to bring Libra to an embarrassing public display of sexual release. It took her a few seconds to figure out I wasn't teasing her, but shielding her from an uncontrolled release. "You are mean," her eyes blazed with lust as I sucked my fingers clean of her vaginal secretions. "Kiss me, or I swear to God I'm going to take you on one of these tables," I referred to the small tables the pizza parlor had for diners. Now Libra looked sultry and in charge. She rubbed her hips against my erection, appeared to contemplate her options and deigned to give me a kiss. It was barely a French kiss. Just enough to remind me I had taken advantage of her person and was being punished with pleasure. The box with the pizza slices barely made the toss to the sofa as Libra and I grappled with one another, yanking off our clothes and staggered to my bedroom. "You are going to fuck me so good for all the hell you've put me through," Libra erotically demanded. Ma'am, yes Ma'am. Prepared to do my duty, Ma'am. I decided to do something new for Libra. Trust me, you develop a sense for what sexual deviancies your sex partner has broached. This helps you figure out what they'd like to explore. That leads you to worrying about your partner's sexual history, but is a story for another time. "Hey!" Libra squawked as I handcuffed her left wrist. I wasn't done. With her right wrist beside her left, I looped the chain around a bar in the headboard and snared her other limb. "Motherfu;” she got out before I smothered her with a lip-lock. She put her teeth on my tongue then decided not to chew it off. I broke off the kiss. "Now you are going to do whatever I want you to," I gloated. "Scream, the cops come and you end up splashed all over the society page." Most likely a lie. "I'll never," she snarled as I rammed my dick in to the hilt. "Ah; you bastard," she grunted. Now I picked up my pace. Except having her hands bound, Libra was clearly getting into it. Right before climax, I eased off. Libra whined piteously. "Not yet," I murmured. When I repositioned her in doggy-style, my cock got back to work. This time, I alternated seriously deep cock-thrusts (not pounding) with spanking. Libra went wild; one of her most intense orgasms yet. Libra should have realized two things: my neighbors knew by now and the screams my bedmates generated, and Libra herself was truly an Angelic choir of erotic gratitude. "That; that; that was intense," Libra gasped. She was all sweat and electric; tired yet begging for more. "It gets better," I promised her as I freed her up. Given two minutes to rebound, I rolled over onto my back at her side. The cuffs were handed over and I placed my hands over my head. Libra's countenance was an explosion of thermal desire and numerous unanticipated opportunities. She straddled me, strung me up then; left. Huh? Libra didn't go far. She noticed my 'goodie' box which I had left nonchalantly available when we first tumbled in. What she pulled out didn't make me jump for joy; an ostrich feather, lube and a body wand (imagine a small mace, except the head is actually a vibrating ball). "So, you've done this before?" I questioned. "There is a ball-gag in there. Shut-up, behave, or I'll put it on you," Libra gave me a saucy threat. I nodded. Libra settled in beside me, worked the wand controls then rolled it along my stomach. "To answer your question; no, I've never used anything like this before, but I've wanted to. Now I have a delectable, helpless male with tons of stamina laid out before me." "This is going to be so much fun," she squealed with delight. "Maybe I should call Brooke?" She wasn't soliciting my opinion, just thinking aloud. She called Brooke who begged Libra for the chance to come over and help out. Libra promised Brooke could 'next time'. After that came the feather tickles, lubing up my cock, a hand job and finally using the wand on my cockhead until she shattered my resolve and I ejaculated. Libra licked all my creamy cum up, keeping eye contact through most of the process. For thirty seconds she left me with the sneaking suspicion she was going for round two. She freed me, gave me a good series of kisses then dropped down to bring my penis back to attention. That accomplish, Libra rolled my condom on, mounted me and slowly squirmed down my rod while mesmerizing me with her eyes. "Oh," she purred, "you are so, so bad." I sat up so that I was eye-level with her chin. Libra laid her forearms languidly over my shoulders, while mine deftly cupped each ass. "Does this mean you are breaking up with me?" I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. Libra made that squichy-angry play face. I was teasing and she knew I was teasing. "Do I have to hand-cuff you again?" Libra snickered. I slipped my right hand farther back and down. Using the liberal amount of lube Libra had lavished on my penis, I slicked up my forefinger and picked her sphincter. Libra gave a quick intake of breath. "For the sake of your backside, that might be wise," I teased right back. Libra pouted. "Are going to ream my poor, abused Henie?" she moped deceptively. Rule One plus the addendum; make the girl happy. If you make the girl happy, she'll figure out what makes you happy and do it for you. I lifted Libra up until my cock flopped out of her. It didn't take her two seconds. Her hand found my cock, pointed it up and steered it into her asshole with zero need for encouragement. "I can't believe you are making me do this," she groaned as her sphincter parted and my glans slipped in. I wasn't rushing things. I certainly wasn't coercing Lira in anyway either. She certainly relished my upper body strength that allowed me to match her pace in penetrating her. Once Libra was fully impaled, I rocked us over so that she lay on her back with her knees touching her breasts. A casual, relaxed screw followed. Yes, I could have pounded Libra and she would have loved it, except she was here for more than a series of orgasms. She wanted some kind of confirmation there was an 'us'. She hadn't wanted a relationship when we first met, or even after our first fuck. I was a hook-up; nothing more. The post-Felix episode with Brooke had changed that. I was far from acceptable, but more than a random fuck. Our status had become an enigma to her thus my approach with the soft anal fuck. I could certainly be a late night booty call, salvaging a bad night and making it good. This was a 'take him out for a weekend as a friend' change of events. I was still not in the clubhouse. Thirty minutes in bedroom while 'changing to go down to the pool with her other friends' they'd all know why she'd brought me along. Had Libra forgotten I was a Pound Puppy of the worst sort? Yes, but I felt no desire to remind her. We'd revisit the issue during that first weekend; guaranteed. Libra kept up a quiet bit of banter for a few minutes. Her words were meaningless. Her tonal quality was what I was paying attention to. I kept up a conversation which I would never recall. It is an art form; coherent babbling. My partner's words faded away into groans and grunts. "Ready?" I rumbled my hunger for her wantonness. Libra nodded once, hesitated then nodded several times vigorous
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Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..
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Jon Summers is the Motoring Historian. He was a company car thrashing technology sales rep that turned into a fairly inept sports bike rider. On his show he gets together with various co-hosts to talk about new and old cars, driving, motorbikes, motor racing, motoring travel. Judas Priest - Running Wild (intro) Furious Driving, A Mustang in the desert and Auxito, our first show sponsor Our Auxito Discount link 15% off with code MOTORINGHISTORIAN Running Wild - Free Wind Rider (intro) Owatrol - not sponsored, but improve old headlights without needing polishing tomfoolery, as recommended by Chops Garage Xan Clan - Go, Go, Go Nismo 400 launch party at Z Car Garage Group C and IMSA of the eighties; an awesome spectacle Judas Priest - Running Wild (break/2nd verse) Gerald Laing Running Wild Freewind Rider (chorus) The why of our Company Car Episode A potted history of the British company car, and its unusual foibles Sunroofs. Rooves. The Rise of the Car Allowance J's first company car, a white Ford Mondeo The Importance of the 2.0 Ghia vs the 1.6 L The Ford Granada 2.8i Ghia X M”s red ‘97 Renault Laguna RN(?). Base. M's silver ‘00 Ford Focus 2.0 Ghia, a eulogy to Richard Parry-Jones The nineties/noughties requirement to meet customers face to face meaning 50,000+ miles per year (!!!) Cars with low horse power, but low weight too Company car policies and bending the rules; M's Seat Leon Cupra R Hooligan behaviour on the way to Le Mans (neither M or J driving) Living in the car; the value of the face to face meeting, especially if the deal doesn't go your way, because at least they used to tell you why you lost. J's “Annus Horribilis”, in 2000. J's Vauxhall Vectra S202BVT, understeery as hell J's Ford Soapbox. Are you listening Ian “Hubnut” Seabrook? J's 2000 Subaru Impreza Turbo, which he never drove (go me) J destroys M and J's shared Sierra Sapphire 2.0 Ghia crashing into a ditch M's ‘07 Nissan 350Z and ‘09 Honda CBR600RR M's Nissan 350Z and 370Z J's Stinky Subaru After the power metal special, today's Running Wild special An early and very effective traffic avoidance technology A wrecked Citroen Saxo VTS The Uffington White Horse and a rolled car Not Sierra but Slayer, on the bootlid of E773NKV M's Sierra 2.0 L A Red J-plate Subaru Legacy wagon; Gary Lineker, beloved British soccer player, calls J a Motherfu**er. J's misses the Green Vectra SRi sedan, dark green V-plate. Vauxhall speke: SRi vs GSi J mourns J191RBH, a grey Mk2 Vauxhall Cavalier SRi Slow cars fast vs Fast cars slow J has Toyo Proxes on his Fiesta ST. Now it sounds like a Stuka. But the grip is unholy. M's Fiesta ST now has a Mounttune catback exhaust J's business idea flipping French hot hatches becoming US-legal thanks to the expiry of the 25 year rule Renault Safrane Biturbo / Monaco Peugeot 309 GTi, 106 Rallye, 306GTi-6, 306 Rallye RIP Marcello Gandini, the designer of the Renault 5 Turbo 2 and Cizetta V-16. Among many others. The Bertone Pirana J on the dodgyness of Car Consignment; the car the money and the title - at no point should one person have all three Will J's ‘77 Lincoln sell ? Or more accurately, will it be picked up? The rise and rise of the Porsche Carrera GT, compared to the Ferrari Enzo and Mercedes-McLaren SLR M's eulogy to the Carrara GT; peak analogue? Running Wild - Riding The Storm Sportsbikes were bikes when M and J learned to ride. J hadn't realized sportsbikes were a flash in the pan! M is tired out by naked bikes and wants some wind protection; J appreciates the artificial speedlimit BMW S1000R and S1000RR; M's ‘09 Honda CBR600RR is better than him, and might remain that way J cannot speak highly enough of Gran Turismo as a virtual preservation and introduction to the world of cars, driving, and motoring culture as a whole, while retaining a Japanese flavour J's white Sierra Cosworth RS. In Gran Turismo J and M do not like mudflaps Renault Laguna BTCC car M's digression on difficult computer games Quickfire Favourite company car; M's handbrake turns J's black Mondeo, limping up to Worcester using zipties in place of an alternator belt Car guy reading 101: J: Enzo Ferrari - My Terrible Joys; M: Matt Oxley, a very clever motorcycle writer Running Wild - Wild Animal (Outro)
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In unserem Leben gibt es eine Karte, die wir in unserer Kindheit aufbauen und nach der wir uns unser Leben lang richten. Über diese Karte, die ich Blueprint nenne, also Blaupause, möchte ich heute mit dir reden und vor allem darüber, wozu sie dich alles bringt, denn das sind alles unterbewusste Verhaltensweisen und Programme und Muster, die dir einfach um die Ohren fliegen, anstatt dir das zu bringen im Leben, was du dir wirklich wünschst. Dieser Blueprint wirkt sich auf dein gesamtes Leben aus: Liebe, Gesundheit und auch Geld. Dem auf die Schliche zu kommen, ist so wertvoll, weil er die Wurzel ist. Denn wir können ja in Money Mindset-Programmen oder mit einem Coach zusammen ewig an den Symptomen rumdoktern. Das ist aber nie die Antwort. Wenn du das Symptom unter Kontrolle bekommst, wird sich das Problem, die Wurzel, einen anderen Weg suchen und das ist das, wo viele Menschen verzweifeln. In meinem Kurs “Making Thousands: Die Liebe zum Geld”, den du noch bis zum 24.02.2024 buchen und ganz in deiner Zeit umsetzen kannst, begegnest du auch deinen Geldschatten, deinem Blueprint und verstehst, was da passiert. Bevor du mit den weiteren Modulen die gesunde Version kennen- und umsetzen lernst. Du findest alle Infos und die Möglichkeit zur Buchung hier: https://go.svenjastrohmeier.com/mt/ Schau dich so gern auf meiner Homepage um und trage dich für meine Herzenspost ein, komme in unsere tolle Facebook Community oder schaue auf meinem Instagram Kanal vorbei! Ich freue mich auf dich! Website: https://svenjastrohmeier.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/374352080279644 Instagram: www.instagram.com/svenja_strohmeier
The Business of Meetings – Episode 197 – Shalom Motherfu**er with Eitan Chitayat We are honored to have Eitan Chitayat joining us today! Eitan spent many years in advertising and now owns a branding agency. In our conversation today, Eitan discusses his journey in advertising and the big names that have influenced him and offers insights into branding. He also shares his thoughts on leadership, courage, and how to make the world a better place. Stay tuned for a unique and thought-provoking discussion with Eitan Chitayat! Connect with Eric Rozenberg LinkedIn Facebook Instagram Website Connect with Eitan Chitayat On his website: Natie Branding Agency LinkedIn
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Look at the little human, reading Dracula comics all alone! This week put on your fake fangs and join the bookclub gang to check out some listener feedback, share some recommendations and follow along with a tale of the undead! It's Dracula Mofo! Can we stop on the way home? Dracula wants a sodie... 01:05 - Listener Feedback 03:42 - Whaddya see, whaddya say? 18:25 - Dracula Motherfu**er! Check out Parasocial! The new graphic novel by de Campi and Henderson! https://imagecomics.com/comics/releases/parasocial-vol-1-hc?fbclid=IwAR2eC-i8MQ47PsVXIwKi0MMvErfPjlRYAM3JGGmDztG0nfzEa_4JhQFRyu0 “Vampire Grave” in Bulgaria Holds a Skeleton With a Stake Through Its Heart https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/vampire-grave-bulgaria-holds-skeleton-stake-through-its-heart-180953004/ Legends Library - a podcast dedicated to the Legends line of Star Wars books and the Expanded Universe! https://www.spreaker.com/show/legends-library Stephen Colbert's Lord of the Rings Rap https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1dU1HZ_73M&ab_channel=TheLateShowwithStephenColbert Social Media Banner by Matt Strackbein https://linktr.ee/TheLetterhack Logo by Ross Radke, https://www.rossradke.com/ also check out and like Ross Radke's Webtoon "SpandEX" https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/spandex/list?title_no=785312 "Star Trek Theme," by Jerry Goldsmith, "On The Corner 1-2" by Miles Davis, "Golgotha Tenement Blues" by Machines of Loving Grace & "The Viewing" by Daniel Lopatin, used for educational purposes only. Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D Minor," used for spooky purposes only opening and closing theme by https://onlybeast.com/
Today's guest is Jay Ferruggia.Jay is a highly sought after, world renowned strength & conditioning specialist and muscle building expert who has been killing it in the fitness space for nearly thirty years. When I started in the early 2000s, it was guys like Jay whose footsteps I was following into the unknown. That's what Adrian and Jay get into today: how Jay has maintained longevity, relevance and impact in a landscape that seems to be changing all the time. Jay has done things his own way…the renegade way. Show highlights include:How Jay has relied on music that challenged the status quoWhy (and for what) Jay used to kick guys out of the gymThe “old school” pillars Jay has used to build a die hard followingJay's definition of a “badass motherfu#$er” and how to become oneWhy complexity never beats simplicity Enjoy the conversation.LINKSFind Jay on Instagram: https://jasonferruggia.comFollow Bedrock on Instagram: www.instagram.com/menofbedrock
Back with Libra; but first some nonsensical news.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Just as echoes pollute sound, the echoes of our histories pollute our view of the World.I had to fall back on a dedicated group of readers for editor assistance. The faults are mine.(Wednesday Night)Yasmin had a kink I hadn’t really had to deal with before. She liked having sex standing up; anywhere. Sure I had made love in hallways, showers and against a refrigerator once, but Yasmin took this to a whole new level. The most horizontal I got her was fucking her on my bedroom dresser.She was also an aggressive nibbler which is a kind way of saying she bites down hard without breaking the skin. The scars would fade by morning, but I was going to catch Hell from Timothy and Odette later tonight. Our experience was…enhanced by yet another reality I was unaware of. Yasmin’s ex was an ‘intellectual’.In Brazil that must translate as a small penis with limited stamina, but don’t hold me to that. Since the birth of her son and the 'incident’ with her husband, Yasmin hadn’t much 'personal’ time; read: not much finger, or vibrator usage. Yasmin was tight, famished and extra aroused by me kicking Felix’s macho ass an hour earlier.I ushered Yasmin into my place, she was looking smoky yet contained, so I gave her the ten cent tour. When I turned around, her sandals, pants and shirt were off. Silky violet was a good color on her. Yasmin didn’t rush the removal of her final items, using their skimpy allure to draw me in like a striker to the goal.My Brazilian MILF loved being appreciated for every nuanced curve, scent and taste. She let me slip off her bra first then she pulled off my shirt. She didn’t let me get behind her. This allowed her to pace her own aggression. Cáel was along for the ride. This wasn’t fem domination, just a very hungry lady looking for some first-rate sportsmanship.Lucky for me, I was a full service arena with overtime expertise. Every little 'Give and Go’ and 'tackle’ was received, or dodged to keep our game in play. Here I was thinking of swinging a little more upper body workout later tonight. Yasmin’s gymnastics made that redundant. My first insertion was welcomed by her.Yasmin repaid my diligence with lip services, strong hands massaging my back and arms, plus timely input concerning what was good and bad without running over the passion. Yasmin was not at Buffy’s level of competition. Instead she brought her own torrid spirit that was new and exciting.I had no idea how Yasmin’s husband ever found the energy to cheat on her. Yasmin would seek breaks in our activities. The rest of the hour-plus she was either at a vivid simmer, or a full-on blowtorch. Half the time I didn’t even have to direct our intimacy; Yasmin was happy to manage all of the movements using her thighs, stomach muscles and arms to make it a highly memorable performance.As we staggered down from the peak of my climax, a sweaty, panting Yasmin informed me that she was glad she had started doing handstand push-ups once more. For those not in the know, imagine doing a handstand facing a wall. Now push your body up the wall which is occasionally done with your fingertips if you are a true bad-ass…like Yasmin and Timothy.That is another exercise I’m going to have to work on. Jacking-off and squeezing stress balls wasn’t going to cut it anymore.“Ora, ora, meu bombom precioso … muito bom,” Yasmin purred as I put her legs down; I had been holding the back of her knees with my elbows.“I’m the bomb? Sweet!” I sounded as energetic as I was able. My Brazilian Nitro-girl began laughing. “What did the rest of it mean?”“With every orgasm you give me, I’ll give you a word,” she taunted me. I looked at the ceiling.“I’m looking for a downside to that challenge,” I met her gaze. “I can’t see one.”“We’ll see about that when I leave. I have a sitter until 11:00 p.m. so you have good deal of bravado I want you to back-up,” Yasmin looked carnivorously-aroused. We did get around to getting cleaned up then hoofed it to a local Egyptian cuisine eatery. On the way back, I screwed her against a streetlamp with the light burned out.You see a good deal of humor about girls in super-tight pants and all the contortions they go through to get into them. Peeling them out is much, much easier. Maybe it is the inspiration that makes the difference. Best of all, the reactions of people walking around us, or across the street. Overt disgust, ignoring the whole situation, and, my favorite, the running commentary.(First couple)#1 Girl: “Why don’t we ever do that?”#1 Guy: “Do you bend that way?”(Second couple)#2 Girl: “Do you think she’s hotter than me?”#2 Guy: “Let’s go down to the next lamppost and find out.”(Third couple)#3 Guy: “Don’t they have a bed, or are they homeless?” There was no way we were dressed like homeless!#3 Girl: “You have all the romance of a rhino.” Somebody wasn’t getting some tonight.And because we were in a major metropolis,(Fourth couple)#4 Girl (1): “Are you practicing safe sex? If not, I have a condom,” she touched my shoulder.Me: “We are good. I use Durex normally, though I’ll use Trojan too.”#4 Girl (2): “Are you okay, Miss?”Yasmin: (unhappy): “I’m fine. Now either let my man get back to slaking my every lust, or join in.”#4 Girl (2) “Are you serious?” to Yasmin.#4 Girl (1) “Are you okay with this?” she addressed me. “She’s my girlfriend.”A few seconds of grunting, gasping sex ensued.Yasmin: “Yes, I am serious and you two are killing the mood. Mount up, or get off my horsy.”The two ladies looked at one another.#4 Girl (1): “She’s very ho…attractive. What do you say? It is safe sex,” hint, hint.And thus I had a lesbian four-way. The first girl, Evie, was bi- and worked at Planned Parenthood, explaining the condom lore. Girl two, Samantha, was a lesbian, but having a strong sex drive, decided that Yasmin was as luscious as I thought she was. Back at my place, it took Samantha thirty minutes to get used to sharing her bed with a man.By then she decided I wasn’t the enemy, despite my penis and hunger for the female form. Evie and Yasmin had zip inhibitions and let the lesbian and the straight guy work our differences while they basked in each other’s femininity. Yasmin insisted she wasn’t a lesbian, or bi-sexual. She had no sexual hang ups and found American’s confusing because they did.We had wrapped up the first round with Evie giving me a quick blowjob because I had been a good boy and kept my sperm holstered for the entire encounter. Samantha threw on one of Odette’s t-shirts (I didn’t explain) and went to the bathroom. I got washed up; Samantha gave me a dirty look from the toilet then I reminded her I’d just seen her naked.We both exited to the living room and took up spots on the sofa as we waited for our prospective partner. I heard my roommates keys jingle in the lock. He walked in, taking in the now familiar scene of me with a new girl on the sofa.“Timothy Denver!” Samantha squealed when my roommate showed up.“Sammy…what are you doing in my apartment…with him?” Timothy meant me. They (Timothy and Samantha) hugged each other, Timothy lifting her off the ground.“Me and Evie are sharing his girlfriend,” Samantha explained.“Which one?” Timothy put her down. Samantha shot me a semi-hostile look.Yasmin and Evie came out of the bedroom; having found Evie’s clothing. That was their story and I wasn’t going to argue with it.“Hi Timothy!” Evie ran up and hugged him too. Up she went.“Timothy, this is Yasmin,” I made introductions.“The Brazilian Hottie,” Timothy noted.“Yasmin, is Cáel sleeping around you on you?” Samantha inquired.“No. Cáel has sex with far too many other women to cheat on me,” she informed them. Samantha didn’t know what to make of that.“That means she’s aware that I date a lot,” I explained. I would have asked how Samantha, Evie and Timothy knew each other except now all their body art made sense.“Timothy, are you and Cáel…” Samantha asked. Timothy rolled his eyes.“God, I wish,” Timothy sighed dramatically. “The dick on this guy is phenomenal.”“Sammy, I know you would never, ever, ever go that way, but if you did, do it with Cáel here,” Timothy told her. “He is the most sensitive, skilled and empathic lover I’ve ever seen. He’s not at all possessive and totally confident in who he is.” Sammy didn’t look like she was contemplating a gender-preference switch. She was getting between me and Evie.“As long as you understand you, me and Evie,” Sammy warned me.“Sadly, fidelity is not one of my virtues,” I shrugged. “I could lie to you about it. You seem to be Timothy’s friend, so I should treat you better than that.”“You can trust me around Cáel,” Evie insisted.“No, we can’t,” Timothy, Sammy and Yasmin all spoke simultaneously. I wasn’t trustworthy, but at least I was consistently untrustworthy.“Listen to your friends and the woman you barely know,” I met Evie’s gaze. “I know I couldn’t control myself around you and we’d both regret it.”No we wouldn’t. I could see that fire deep in her eyes. We were going to have sex again, just me and she. I was a lowdown dirty dog who gave an incredible dicking and I’d already made an insertion into Evie’s body and mind. Not that it was terribly important to me; she was okay at sex, though not great. My words were for the listening audience. Timothy knew me better.“Cáel,” Timothy stated firmly. “For me, man; don’t fool around with Evie.” I’d lied to roommates all the time. Like the women in my life, I wanted to keep them happy, or happily neutral. That attitude suddenly didn’t work for me.“How?” sort of spilled out. No one expected my plaintive cry for relationship help.“What?” Sammy gulped. Yasmin snickered. She knew the score.“Sammy, Cáel’s nailed a girl who was making a food delivery to us. In around an hour and a half, a waitress he met for a minute and gave his number to, will be here. She moved into his room. They are not a couple,” Timothy tried to explain.“She lives here to hang out with me and bangs Cáel when he doesn’t have anyone else over, yet, I swear on Buddha’s Belly, I’ve never seen him abuse a girl,” Timothy continued. “It is the strangest damn thing I’ve ever seen. He’s stacked them up like jets at LaGuardia.”“He’s a shit-head player,” Sammy glared.“Do you feel used?” Yasmin pointed out. “You don’t because you weren’t. He’s not trying to out-dick your vagina. He’s not out to steal Evie. He is admittedly hormonally unbalanced. That doesn’t make him a bastard. I’m not here looking for a boyfriend and if I was, it would never be Cáel.”“If you can get past the fact he might have sex with your girlfriend from time to time, he’s really a great guy,” Yasmin added. “Cáel is fearless and as long as sex is not involved, completely reliable.” Sammy was clearly not believing any of this, finally turning back to Timothy.“He gives an incredibly good dicking, he’s a dog, and he’s one of my best friends,” Timothy shrugged.I had been 'one of the guys’, a 'buddy’ and 'dude’. I had never been considered a man’s best friend before and I had never heard Timothy toss that term around about anybody. I went up and hugged him.“Dude, you have lousy taste in friends,” I patted his back.“Cáel, I have plenty of friends who wouldn’t abandon me in a fight. You are the only person I know who took an arrow for a little girl you barely knew,” Timothy patted my back. “You don’t find that dedication often. In the past two months we’ve been through more freaky shit than I’ve experience in the past ten years. Faults and all, this has been the best time of my life.”I stepped back until we were at arm’s length.“I take that back. You don’t have lousy taste in friends; you are delusional,” I blinked.“He got shot; took an arrow; for a little girl?” Sammy gulped. “How come this is the first I’m hearing about it?”“That would be the bandage on your leg?” Evie pointed.“I have a dangerous job,” I regarded the new girls. “I test poultry for signs of intelligence. Let’s just say that a sleeper cell got past me and chaos ensued.”“Translation: he can’t talk about it,” Yasmin smirked.“What do you do you really do?” Sammy pressed.“I’m working on a special project. We are taping strobe lights to Garden Gnomes then, using hobby store-bought rockets, my corporation is going to sell them as a Developing World-friendly alternative to the current GPS system,” I looked grim.“Really?” Sammy looked uncertain.“I work for a really sleazy corporation,” I confessed. “There is nothing they wouldn’t do for a buck.”“That’s heartless,” Sammy protested. “Men like that are raping the planet and exploiting the poor.”“Sammy, I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments. I am one of three men in the entire workforce; that is well over 10,000 women; undoubtedly more,” I smirked. “If it is any consolation, I am treated as little more than a pin-up model by my co-workers.”“Oh wow,” Evie snickered. “Were you hired for your looks?”“Hardly,” I declared with authority. “I majored in Business with a minor in Philosophy from Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire, an institute of higher learning renowned for its 70% female student population and nothing else. Still, I am working for a Fortune 500 company at a job I am totally unqualified for, earning an unheard of starting salary and constantly required to work shirtless, or naked.”“Personally, I think it was my creative writing skills that won them over,” I nodded sagely.“You are a jerk,” Timothy snorted. “I hate it when you tell the truth and make it sound unbelievable. It is a skill I’ve never seen wielding so cuttingly.” No one said anything for a few seconds.“It is really annoying that no one believes I earned my position because I’m actually intelligent and hard-working,” I grumbled.“Welcome to the world of a Carnival dancer,” Yasmin laughed.“I was going 'a blond bimbo’,” Sammy agreed, “but that works too.” That broke down the social ice. Letting yourself soak up a bit of ridicule can pay huge dividends. I was going to be back in bed with every single woman in the room; even the lesbian, though I’d be sharing a girl with her, wait and see.For some reason, Sammy remained convinced I was an asshole, so she dared me to kiss Timothy. I shrugged, Timothy shrugged, so we kissed. Seriously, I have no clue what I WON’T do for sex. When Timothy slipped me some tongue I nutted him. As he doubled over, I told him I wasn’t the kind of guy who went beyond second base on the first date.The group informed me that second base was touching my cock…whoops. Then Evie reminded me that I had sex with her within fifteen minutes of our initial meeting. I replied I hadn’t had anal sex with her yet, but if that was the case, I was sure Timothy would be a good sport about it all. Timothy had finally gotten back to his feet. Again, he nodded.This time he snatched me up, bench pressed me over his head (man, we need to re-spackle the ceiling) and bounced me off the sofa. Timothy is really strong too. I hit the floor, face down, but with my knees and palms catching my weight. I quickly summersaulted and regained my footing. I trusted Timothy. Still, talking about anal sex with a big, buff gay man then assuming the doggy-style position…let’s not tempt fate.My antics earned me another round of sex. After Evie exploded (figuratively) all over the place with her…third orgasm, I looked over Yasmin’s shoulder to Sammy, who was sexing up my Brazilian from the other side.“I have totally and completely re-evaluated having a lesbian in bed with me, Sammy,” I testified. “You rock!”Sammy shot me a look, realized I was expounding true praise and picked up her ravishing of Yasmin. After we demolished Yasmin, Sammy mounted me. My cock was on my belly with her soaked pussy pressing on it. She wanted a 'test drive’ more than anything else; the experience of feeling the differences between the masculine and feminine skeletal and muscular textures and nuances.“Can I touch your breasts?” I requested. Sammy thought it over, eventually giving me an 'okay’ look. She had those nice, banana-cone shaped breasts with huge areolas and sizable nipples. I started off by lifting and weighing each teat, taking it nice and leisurely. Sammy decided I was doing a passable job so she stopped studying me and got into the sensation of the moment.That little gasp cued me in that I had earned the right to move a little farther. Her nipples were already engaged. A half-dozen grazing passes and they were definitely joyous. Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues.Most lesbians didn’t like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren’t throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related.Sorry ladies, your sweat can stink as much as a men’s does. It is more a matter of diet. Both sexes should clean up 'down there’. It is common sexual courtesy, so use it. When I can, I use a subtle cologne though I’ve used women’s Secret deodorant on rare occasions. It earned me curious looks every time, but it never stopped them.Sammy was already taking quick gulps of air when her worried eyes looked down at me again. She wanted to tell me to stop. She was caught in a double bind; she was getting gratification and the only reason to refuse it was because I was a man; a man she had allowed to touch her. That would make her either sexist, or a bigot.Never ignore the allure of the female orgasm. Add to that, never ignore the power of friendship. As Sammy struggled to master her 'lesbian outrage’, Evie sneaked behind her, wiggling two fingers past my nut-sack, along my cock and into Sammy’s pussy from behind.“Evie,” Sammy moaned in protest.“Sammy-love, he’s not trying to fuck you,” Evie murmured to her companion. “You are liking what he’s doing and you know you have dynamite nipples. Let him have a sample.” To me, “She likes a whole lot of suction and a tiny bit of teeth.” Sammy attempted some kind of protest. Yasmin stroking Sammy’s upper thigh, hip and stomach breached the dam of her inhibitions.So, I had a lesbian lowering her body toward mine. First her palms rested on my shoulders. Sammy’s body flowed up mine until her elbows replaced her hands and her tits were now accessible. As advised, I applied a wet vacuum seal to her right areola and nipple. I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation.“You should have longer hair,” she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. “I don’t normally go for butch girls.” You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up’ for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory.She cascade down on me, my lower stomach syrupy with her juices and her bosom muzzling my face. Yasmin went to her knees, leaned over Sammy’s prostrate form and began seriously making out with Evie. I lived in a vortex of unexpected pleasure and fulfillment. I had taken part in making a lesbian sexually complete.“You are the best guy I’ve ever been with,” Sammy murmured.“He’s the only guy you’ve ever been with,” Evie teased.“Fine. He’s still the best. Cáel, have you ever thought about becoming a post-op transsexual?” Sammy giggled.“No!” Yasmin protested. “That’s where I draw the line. Cáel keeps his tender bits.”“Mmmhphmfsmmm,” I added my voice against that proposal. To punish Sammy for even bringing that up, I latched onto a breast like a starving lamprey and went to town. Damn right that put her in her place. Fifteen minute later, she finally let me come up for air.Ten minutes after that, we stumbled out of the apartment. I was going to see Yasmin safely home; she snickered then, seeing my hurt feelings, told me I was very brave and could take her home. Evie and Sammy lived close by. They had known Timothy from his days working at an ink place in Queens, but had lost touch when he opened his own place on the East Side.They promised to stay in touch. Sometimes I don’t even have to try. Maybe that’s why Timothy got so pissy with me at times. As for Yasmin and me, I fucked her in the hallway right outside her domicile because she still had twenty minutes left on her babysitter and there was a convenient vertical surface. We both went home with smiles on our faces.I met up with Odette walking up to my; now our; place. She wanted all the juicy details, helped me change our sheets, promised to do our laundry tomorrow morning and then we had sex. I was set up on my feet, shins and knees, Odette facing away from me and grinding her lush tight end on my rod when the door opened and Timothy Nerf-shot me…cause I definitely deserved it.(Thursday)Thursday was good. I inspected artificial wood products for artificial termites. Actually, I started out with Constanza; really Naomi and her Merry Band now; and learned how to actually fire a personal defense weapon. No more 'spray and pray’ for me. They told me they had a special surprise for me on Friday. Color me concerned.According to Medical, I was a lousy lab monkey. Then Katrina informed me it was Brian’s turn today to get poked, prodded and forced to cough up millions of little Brian-lettes for Havenstone’s perverse pleasures. I e-mailed Brian my best wishes. I was seriously starting to question those 'so-called’ medical experts ethical integrity.I worked with Buffy, teamed up with the Daphne/Desiree combo. Why? Because there was an emergency board meeting on Friday. I wasn’t told this, but Daphne and I figured it out. To put some extra butter on my hell-bound soul, an agent of Rhada’s gave me a private note informing me she wanted to talk.Keeping to Amazon Princess Rape Fantasy Bondage protocols, I ate the message before Buffy could pry it from my hands. Bad enough was all these crazy females trying to kill me, I also had to keep track of which ones hated the other ones. It reminded me of dating sorority sisters, except this time out, I could never leave the sorority house and they almost never went to classes.Oh, and they are all related to Jason Voorhees (that’s the maniac from the Friday the 13th movies for those who had lived constructive lives) and we were adjacent to an Ace Hardware store. Plus I had a date with Libra and I was dedicated to 'tapping that ass’ at least once more before I died. And, there was more!Deena, the swimming, 'fingers in her pussy’ buddy dropped me a line telling me she was 'expecting’ me this afternoon. There was no way I could swing that, despite her request that could be only construed as an order. I simply didn’t have the time. I e-mailed her back, pleading for her to be in a bikini with several suggested sites for her to visit.Before my designated knife training, I had a fucked-up brainstorm about what to do with Rhada. I wrote a letter in Old Kingdom Hittite, sealed it in wax with the imprint of the symbol 'Lowest’ on it, representing me, though Rhada’s submissive side could easily misinterpret that. To get it to her, I went to the only one who could meet her face to face who I could trust.Katrina? Laughable. She could do it but she wouldn’t touch this disaster with a three meter pole made out of male vertebrae. The only other person who met all the criteria; Oneida. Yes, I was a fucktard, fuck-nut and a waste of human potential.“Oneida, I need a favor,” I asked the moment I hunted her down in Acquisitions.“Of course,” her eyes lit up, her lips moistened and breathe quickened. She wasn’t wanting a quick tussle in a side room. The chick wanted to be held closely while I whispered love poetry into her ear for her to hear alone. I was letting her down abysmally.“I need this message hand delivered to Rhada,” I pressed the missive into her hands.She didn’t know how to wrap her mind around that. Rhada? She knew we had fought, but what contact had we shared since then? She made the sane 'girl-logic’ assumption.“Cáel, are you in trouble,” she worried. Oh, I wish it was only trouble.“Not that you can help me with. If you can’t do this, I’ll find another way,” I sighed.Yes, I was playing her. Oneida would run over hot coals for me.“No, no; I’ll do it…why? Why Rhada?” Oneida pleaded.“I can’t say and you cannot look at the message. It is critical that she, and she alone sees this,” I impressed on her the importance of saving my life without saying 'please save my life’.By asking her to not look at the message, I increased the odds she’d look. I had no choice. If I didn’t say anything about it, she’d make an excuse to look and tell herself that I hadn’t forbidden her to look. Add to that, she was my racial superior. In her case, this meant she had to look out for my best interest. Oneida nodded and watched me leave.Training with Pamela was hands on this day. I had a wooden blade with a lead core to give me a better feel for the proper weight. Pamela had a meter long wooden rod. She had a miraculous ability to move her baton in a blur yet not hurt my fingers, hand, or wrist. It was very instructional. I was practicing stabbing and a bit of slashing.I left with a sense I’d added something useful to my repertoire. I wasn’t calling out Elsa anytime soon; heck, I wasn’t calling out Europa, Aya’s 13 year old sister either. As we were cleaning up, Pamela noticed my uncertainty.“What is it?” she asked.“Oh, it is that you’ve resisted the urge to cause me pain,” I mused. “Normally, I find Amazons to be very harsh.”“That is certainly a common training style here,” Pamela nodded. “I chose showing a student how to do things right as opposed to reminding the student what they did wrong.”“Good enough. Thanks for treating me like I matter,” I grinned.“What makes you think that?” Pamela and I started to leave the little dojo. Note, she didn’t say 'assume’.“Trust me, I’m a sperm donor with sex appeal to virtually every other screwy dame in this place,” I smirked.“I know the difference between what I see in their eyes and yours,” I winked.“Ash Man,” Pamela remarked. She zinged me, alright. “My granddaughters talk of you and not in a way I would expect Amazon women to talk about a male.”“That and an Egg McMuffin…” I shrugged.“Means you won’t die hungry,” Pamela shrugged along with me. “This is why I volunteered to teach you; you deserve every chance to go out unconquered.”“Do you think I have a chance; of that?” I questioned.“Not really. I didn’t think I would ever be talking to a man in my native language again either, so who knows,” she added.“Do you think I’m an Ash Man?” I wondered. Male; OKH; again?“I haven’t a clue what one is,” she rolled her shoulders. “I am neither my House Leader, nor its Keeper of Records.”“Oh…what are you then?” I asked. The response she gave didn’t make sense.“Cliff-walker? I don’t know…” I furrowed my brow.“I am past my useful life yet refuse to take myself to the cliffs,” Pamela told me. “I have unfinished business to attend to in this World.”“What is that; if that isn’t too rude?” I inquired.“A dead man spoke to me. He told me I would never find my way to the halls of my ancestors until I replaced a life for a life,” she related.“That’s; umm; odd,” I suggested.“Cáel, I severed his throat to the spine. Even had he somehow been alive, he could not have spoken. Then there is the matter of speaking the Amazon tongue,” Pamela continued.“Did he tell you anything else?” I played along.“No.”“How will you know what life you should save; to replace a life for a life?” I searched her out.“He had the most unforgettable emerald green eyes,” she filled me in. Just like my eyes.We had stepped into the elevator when she told me that. There were five other Amazons with us. I didn’t know any of them. I reached out and put my hand on Pamela’s stomach.“Whatever happens to me, and I don’t want you to die, or anything; I want you to know you’ve done what needed to be done,” I assured her.Pamela’s laugh was so loud, deep and resounding, I was stunned that it came from such a thin frame.“That, my friend, is what being an Amazon is all about,” Pamela slapped my back. What she said was wrong in so many ways and the Amazons around us knew it.I wasn’t an Amazon and equating me to one of them was insulting to their feminine martial ardor. Also, no Amazon had ever called me a friend and meant it in a non-sexual manner. Things were getting uncomfortable.“Matron,” one of the Amazons spoke up, “are you feeling well?”That was a polite way of saying 'have you lost your mind?’“Do you know why there are twenty 'First’ Houses?” Pamela addressed me and ignored the others.“Not really. It wasn’t in the Havenstone Handbook,” I tried to sound innocently curious.“The first Amazon to escape capture came back for the rest,” Pamela related. “She was free and if she was recaptured she would have certainly been raped again and most likely killed. She came back because no risk is too great for one’s family. Like the first of the Unconquered, you risk everything for the spiritual and physical safety of your sisters.”“He is not one of us!” a different Amazon insisted.“How bizarre that none of these crazy bitches can see it,” Pamela smiled.“Who are you again?” I gave Pamela a worried look.“A discarded heroine, Cáel,” Pamela answered. “I am an embarrassment, an anachronism and an arrogant warrior humbled.”Clearly this was part of Havenstone’s history I wasn’t supposed to be privileged to hear.“You don’t date much, do you?” I changed things up. Pamela snorted. “This whole scarred scholar-warrior with a tragic past works better with your moping, 19th century literature-reading college types. Cavemen like me prefer slinky clothing and feigned idiocy.”“I’ll keep that in mind,” Pamela snickered. By the bug-eyed expression of our fellow travelers, Pamela was indeed some kind of heroic figure. She held no position, but her status was undeniable. “How about this: I will forgo taking myself to the cliffs until you give me my first great-granddaughter.”“As long as we agree that I’m never going without a condom for the next five years,” I counter-offered. “By the way, which two am I going to be surreptitiously avoiding?”“Brielle and Daphne,” Pamela appeared amused with my expression.“Holy crap!” I exclaimed. “I really like those two. This is going to be tougher keeping you alive than I thought.”“How many more days?” Pamela teased.“67,” I groaned as we stepped out onto the Executive Services floor. Technically, I had an hour left of my work-day.“Look on the bright side, our first great-grandchild could be a Son,” Pamela joked.Pamela clearly enjoyed 'freaking out’ the Normals; the normal Amazon population that is.“That would truly suck,” I remarked. “You ladies have zero experience with male names and no boy of mine is going to be named Shirley. Picking the baby boy names is going to be all on me.”“How about Augustus?” Pamela suggested. I looked stunned.Buffy, having heard my voice, hopped up from her station and came blazing my way. I hadn’t done a damn thing wrong yet she was angry with me. She didn’t know Pamela and I hoped to hell I wasn’t hitting on…okay, Pamela was a bit odd-looking. I’d still do her.“Cáel,” Buffy snapped. “What is going on? Don’t you have a job to do; with me?”“Buffy, this is Pamela. She’s my knife instructor,” I said. “Pamela, this is Buffy DuBois, my (dead word spoken).” Literally in Old Kingdom Hittite that meant 'mountaintop’. Pamela clearly got the implication. Buffy’s fury about me slipping into OKH was mitigated by Pamela’s appraising look.“Okay,” Buffy grumbled. “What was that?”“Pinnacle, peak, highest point, mountaintop,” Pamela answered for me. “I would wager it is a term of endearment and praise, but feel free to be offended despite him using the word for my benefit as opposed to yours. He might have incorrectly thought you knew how much he cared for you.”Verbal beat down!“Who are you, anyway?” Buffy struggled to be polite.“Pamela Pile,” my instructor stated. “I am not employed by Havenstone anymore.”“That’s not…possible…” Buffy questioned.“She is Brielle’s and Daphne’s Grandmother, Buffy,” I explained.“That’s nice,” Buffy was less than impressed.“Cáel, take care. Buffy, I know nothing of men, but I know camaraderie and I know you can throw that away as quickly as you earned it,” Pamela gave an even stare.“By the way, Pamela, you clearly have never been a kid on a playground,” I joked. Buffy was irritated while Pamela was amused. “With a name like Augustus, he’s either going to toughen up really fast, or get flattened. Trust me. My name was Cáel aka Cabbage Head all through elementary school.”“What did they call you in…middle school? It is middle school, correct?” Pamela inquired.“Yes; middle school. By 6th grade, I was firmly a 'nobody’,” I enlightened her. “Hell, my teachers could barely recall who I was. I stayed that way until I graduated high school.”“I had asthma as a child,” Pamela related. “I barely made it through my 12th year.”“What did you do when you…is the term 'casted’, or 'choosing a caste?” I posed.“It varies. Sometimes we choose and sometimes the caste chooses us,” Pamela answered. “I ended up here, in what is now known as Executive Services.”“Great,” I grinned. “I bet you were enticed by our intensive training in marshmallow juggling. Am I right?”“Not really,” Pamela grew serious. “I came here so I could build obstacle courses for kittens. It is an unappreciated melding of animal conditioning and engineering.” I was really liking Pamela. She was like a kindred spirit in this madhouse.“Speaking of 'animal conditioning’, Cáel, we need to get to work,” Buffy huffed and off I went.We finished up, had our after-work meeting and began to head-out for the day.“Daphne, I met your grandmother; nice lady,” I told my 'new hire’ buddy.“Really, what was she doing here?” Daphne smiled affectionately. I need to wear a dead rat around my neck; the deader the better.“She is teaching me how to knife fight,” I told her. Her not knowing that was odd.“Oh…I didn’t know she did that,” Daphne frowned.“She worked in Executive Services,” I said. That appeared news to Daphne as well. “I thought that was why you joined.”“Katrina,” Daphne looked to our boss, “was my grandmother in the (dead word spoken) service?” That word roughly meant 'darkness of night’ in OKH, but like so many things in a 'dead’ language, interpretation could be sketchy.“She was before my time,” Katrina nodded. “I do recall her legacy though.”“What did she do? Normally I wouldn’t care, except Pamela is a laugh riot,” I smirked.“She was the most lethal Amazon assassin of the 20th century,” Katrina stated deadpan.“Grans?” Daphne gasped. “She’s always been so odd; I mean nice.”“What happened to her?” I muttered.“I don’t know,” Katrina mused. “She came back from her last mission then took herself to the cliffs. A few weeks later she returned with no explanation for that either.”“Well crap,” I groaned. “She’s never going to forgive me for that 'wet willy’ (getting a fingertip slick with your saliva then sticking it in an opponent’s ear). I’m a goner.”Daphne play-punched me. We all heard the subsonic rumbling from the door. According to Buffy, she was the only one allowed to cause me physical discomfort and resented Daphne horning in on 'her turf’. Buffy had a new weapon in her arsenal this afternoon.“Your (dead word spoken) wants you to come here,” Buffy snapped.Even Katrina looked at her in some confusion.“I was told that was a good thing,” Buffy sizzled.“It most likely interpreted as 'most prized’, or 'most esteemed’,” Tigger translated. “Precisely it means 'mountaintop’.” Buffy stuck out her chin proudly.“Cáel, I believe I made my desire clear,” she commanded.“No can do McGiggles Sissy-pants,” I grimaced, “I have a date tonight that precludes me from me being overly bruised; again.” I was heading for the door, leading the 'new hires’ out of Katrina’s office.“I know you like laugh at death, Cáel,” Dora snickered, “but I’m not sure the rictus of death counts.”“I’ve got that covered, Dora,” I actually brushed up against Buffy. “I’m having a laugh track installed in my urn.”“Who says they’ll ever find your body?” Buffy moved rapidly at my side.“Whoa…cannibalism. Where I come from, normally the guy eats the girl,” I joked. “With you, Buffy, I’m never quite certain of our gender roles. I’m still terrified of letting you snuggle up from behind.”“I hate you,” Buffy growled. She wasn’t upset. Her eyes were dancing with laughter.“What are you going to do when he is relocated?” Fabiola murdered the mood.“Blame you,” Buffy glared at Fabiola.“I’m so scared,” Fabiola mocked Buffy.“Fabiola, don’t be like that,” I moped. “You have such full, plump lips that clearly know how to take hold of a problem and work it through. Your thighs are the product of diligent effort on your part and I’m sure that when you grapple with an opponent, no one can break that fearful hold.”“I’m sure anything your hands touch, you don’t release until you’ve milked every ounce of life out of your target. You are truly a complete woman,” I concluded. The elevator doors opened and we flooded out. Oneida was waiting for me. Buffy began laughing so hard she couldn’t keep up.“What is it?” Oneida looked to Buffy.“That is the most obtuse description of fellatio, fucking and a hand job I’ve ever heard,” Buffy wheezed. “Fabiola, he called you a whore and you can never prove it.” Okay, I didn’t call her a whore; money was never mentioned. Oneida looked distressed.“Oneida, Fabiola insinuated that Cáel would be relocated soon,” Daphne came to the rescue. I still had something to take care of.“I knew I forgot something,” I realized. “Buffy, can you hold my jacket?” I handed it to her. She examined it then dropped it to the ground. I shrugged then kept stripping.“Cáel?” Oneida worried.“I don’t have my biking clothes on,” I pointed out. “We can’t go biking unless I’m dressed in my biking clothes.” Was Oneida still upset about me stripping in public? No. She was about to spend time with me because she mistakenly perceived me to be a good guy.My bike trip with Oneida to a neutral halfway point proved that while Oneida was in good shape, she wasn’t a cyclist. Cycling emphasized an unusual muscle sequence, so if you don’t cycle much, it shows. I stuck close to her. Not only did it endear me to Oneida, it kept our two shadows at a safe distance so they didn’t impinge on their princess’s joyful mood.I sent Oneida on her way, got home and immediately started making adjustments to my night’s plans. First I had to deal with Libra. I got into an argument with her. I insisted she should wear only jeans, a t-shirt with no bra, and comfortable shoes. Libra was furious. She wanted to go clubbing and look hot; preferably enticing some guys to make me jealous.She certainly wasn’t going to come giftwrapped for an easy screw. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She didn’t like that I was that kind of guy. I insisted that I was the kind of guy who was fascinated with her. I was also happy that Brooke had gotten us back together; you know Brooke, the girl I had fucked to help her get over Felix then refused to sleep with so I could be with Libra.I was blistered and lambasted. I also got my way. I also got to see Libra embrace the ogling her attire earned her in my working class neighborhood as we walked around and talked.“Everyone is staring at my breasts,” Libra whispered to me after a bit. She wanted to make me think she was unhappy while her nipples were excited and she was relishing the turning heads. Brooke was better looking, in my opinion, but Libra was definitely a girl who shouldn’t walk around without a bra. Her breast are really shapely, large and firm, possibly her best attribute.We were hanging around an authentic Italian pizza joint, Libra against the wall, face to face with me. Without warning, I slipped my hand down, popped her jeans button open and unzipped her pants.“Cáel!” she hissed. Yum, Libra had gone panty-less as well. “Cáel,” she repeated.Libra tried to stop my fingers from exploring. She was hampered by her desire to not make a scene while I was insistent. Nice sexy jeans are not only nice and sexy, they hug the hips. This meant I could peel the front of her pants open and work two fingers past her pubic hair to her puffy lips.“Stop,” she whimpered. I didn’t. I slipped a finger between her labia and she was moist and steamy. I wiggled a finger inside with no effort.“No one will see us,” I murmured into Libra’s ear. I wiggled my finger in deeper.“You are horrible,” she moaned quietly. Her hands started out on my shoulders.A few seconds later, she migrated her arms down. I wasn’t positive where she was going with that until she hooked her thumbs into her pants and slid them farther down.“Get it over with,” she mumbled. She followed that up with tender kisses to my neck. Her moving her pants down allowed me to move a second finger in.All of that was a prelude. With my two slick fingers, I searched up for her clitoris. She (a clit is definitely a 'she’) was hungering for my contact and offered up her tenderness to my attention. Libra’s hand began clawing my abdomen through my shirt. Her nasal breathing was becoming ragged, so I eased off on the tempo my stimulation. I wasn’t going to bring Libra to an embarrassing public display of sexual release.It took her a few seconds to figure out I wasn’t teasing her, but shielding her from an uncontrolled release.“You are mean,” her eyes blazed with lust as I sucked my fingers clean of her vaginal secretions.“Kiss me, or I swear to God I’m going to take you on one of these tables,” I referred to the small tables the pizza parlor had for diners. Now Libra looked sultry and in charge. She rubbed her hips against my erection, appeared to contemplate her options and deigned to give me a kiss. It was barely a French kiss. Just enough to remind me I had taken advantage of her person and was being punished with pleasure.The box with the pizza slices barely made the toss to the sofa as Libra and I grappled with one another, yanking off our clothes and staggered to my bedroom.“You are going to fuck me so good for all the hell you’ve put me through,” Libra erotically demanded. Ma'am, yes Ma'am. Prepared to do my duty, Ma'am.I decided to do something new for Libra. Trust me, you develop a sense for what sexual deviancies your sex partner has broached. This helps you figure out what they’d like to explore. That leads you to worrying about your partner’s sexual history, but is a story for another time.“Hey!” Libra squawked as I handcuffed her left wrist. I wasn’t done. With her right wrist beside her left, I looped the chain around a bar in the headboard and snared her other limb.“Motherfu…” she got out before I smothered her with a lip-lock. She put her teeth on my tongue then decided not to chew it off. I broke off the kiss.“Now you are going to do whatever I want you to,” I gloated. “Scream, the cops come and you end up splashed all over the society page.” Most likely a lie.“I’ll never,” she snarled as I rammed my dick in to the hilt. “Ah…you bastard,” she grunted. Now I picked up my pace. Except having her hands bound, Libra was clearly getting into it. Right before climax, I eased off. Libra whined piteously.“Not yet,” I murmured. When I repositioned her in doggy-style, my cock got back to work.This time, I alternated seriously deep cock-thrusts (not pounding) with spanking. Libra went wild; one of her most intense orgasms yet. Libra should have realized two things: my neighbors knew by now and the screams my bedmates generated, and Libra herself was truly an Angelic choir of erotic gratitude.“That; that; that was intense,” Libra gasped. She was all sweat and electric; tired yet begging for more.“It gets better,” I promised her as I freed her up. Given two minutes to rebound, I rolled over onto my back at her side. The cuffs were handed over and I placed my hands over my head. Libra’s countenance was an explosion of thermal desire and numerous unanticipated opportunities. She straddled me, strung me up then…left. Huh?Libra didn’t go far. She noticed my 'goodie’ box which I had left nonchalantly available when we first tumbled in. What she pulled out didn’t make me jump for joy; an ostrich feather, lube and a body wand (imagine a small mace, except the head is actually a vibrating ball).“So, you’ve done this before?” I questioned.“There is a ball-gag in there. Shut-up, behave, or I’ll put it on you,” Libra gave me a saucy threat. I nodded. Libra settled in beside me, worked the wand controls then rolled it along my stomach. “To answer your question; no, I’ve never used anything like this before, but I’ve wanted to. Now I have a delectable, helpless male with tons of stamina laid out before me.”“This is going to be so much fun,” she squealed with delight. “Maybe I should call Brooke?” She wasn’t soliciting my opinion, just thinking aloud. She called Brooke who begged Libra for the chance to come over and help out. Libra promised Brooke could 'next time’. After that came the feather tickles, lubing up my cock, a hand job and finally using the wand on my cockhead until she shattered my resolve and I ejaculated.Libra licked all my creamy cum up, keeping eye contact through most of the process. For thirty seconds she left me with the sneaking suspicion she was going for round two. She freed me, gave me a good series of kisses then dropped down to bring my penis back to attention. That accomplish, Libra rolled my condom on, mounted me and slowly squirmed down my rod while mesmerizing me with her eyes.“Oh,” she purred, “you are so, so bad.” I sat up so that I was eye-level with her chin. Libra laid her forearms languidly over my shoulders, while mine deftly cupped each buttocks.“Does this mean you are breaking up with me?” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. Libra made that squichy-angry play face. I was teasing and she knew I was teasing.“Do I have to hand-cuff you again?” Libra snickered. I slipped my right hand farther back and down. Using the liberal amount of lube Libra had lavished on my penis, I slicked up my forefinger and picked her sphincter. Libra gave a quick intake of breath.“For the sake of your backside, that might be wise,” I teased right back. Libra pouted.“Are going to ream my poor, abused Henie?” she moped deceptively. Rule One plus the addendum; make the girl happy. If you make the girl happy, she’ll figure out what makes you happy and do it for you. I lifted Libra up until my cock flopped out of her. It didn’t take her two seconds. Her hand found my cock, pointed it up and steered it into her butthole with zero need for encouragement.“I can’t believe you are making me do this,” she groaned as her sphincter parted and my glans slipped in. I wasn’t rushing things. I certainly wasn’t coercing Lira in anyway either. She certainly relished my upper body strength that allowed me to match her pace in penetrating her. Once Libra was fully impaled, I rocked us over so that she lay on her back with her knees touching her breasts.A casual, relaxed screw followed. Yes, I could have pounded Libra and she would have loved it, except she was here for more than a series of orgasms. She wanted some kind of confirmation there was an 'us’. She hadn’t wanted a relationship when we first met, or even after our first fuck. I was a hook-up; nothing more.The post-Felix episode with Brooke had changed that. I was far from acceptable, but more than a random fuck. Our status had become an enigma to her thus my approach with the soft anal fuck. I could certainly be a late night booty call, salvaging a bad night and making it good. This was a 'take him out for a weekend as a friend’ change of events.I was still not in the clubhouse. Thirty minutes in bedroom while 'changing to go down to the pool with her other friends’ they’d all know why she’d brought me along. Had Libra forgotten I was a Pound Puppy of the worst sort? Yes, but I felt no desire to remind her. We’d revisit the issue during that first weekend; guaranteed.Libra kept up a quiet bit of banter for a few minutes. Her words were meaningless. Her tonal quality was what I was paying attention to. I kept up a conversation which I would never recall. It is an art form; coherent babbling. My partner’s words faded away into groans and grunts.“Ready?” I rumbled my hunger for her wantonness. Libra nodded once, hesitated then nodded several times vigorously with a lewd curl to her lips.I hammered Libra with powerful thrusts. She was pushed up and over until her weight was on her shoulders and I as looking down into her impassioned face as I drove home. Her fingernails were drawing blood tracks over my flesh. I’ve heard of a 'backdraft’ before; never in a sexual context though.Libra’s whole body seemed to coils up internally. There was this moment of complete quiet and then Libra exploded in song. God, I thought her rectal muscles would twist my cock off, she was so energetic. Her vocal symphony went on, and on, and on. I was afraid I’d broken the girl. It got so bad, Timothy snuck a look in, gave me a 'what the fuck?’ expression then left.Oh yeah; somewhere toward the end of the process, I came. I was that entranced with the entire experience. Libra fell lifeless beneath me, trembling and emitting soundless mutterings. She was unconscious. This wasn’t my first time having this effect, but it doesn’t happen so often I can’t totally recall each incident.I pulled out of Libra, disposed of my 'business’ then placed my body beside hers, stroking her right cheek and ear, brushing her hair off her face.“You are pretty,” Libra gave me a sleepy smile. I’d stun-fucked her alright.“You’ve devastated me,” I c
Back with Libra; but first some nonsensical news.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Just as echoes pollute sound, the echoes of our histories pollute our view of the World.I had to fall back on a dedicated group of readers for editor assistance. The faults are mine.(Wednesday Night)Yasmin had a kink I hadn’t really had to deal with before. She liked having sex standing up; anywhere. Sure I had made love in hallways, showers and against a refrigerator once, but Yasmin took this to a whole new level. The most horizontal I got her was fucking her on my bedroom dresser.She was also an aggressive nibbler which is a kind way of saying she bites down hard without breaking the skin. The scars would fade by morning, but I was going to catch Hell from Timothy and Odette later tonight. Our experience was…enhanced by yet another reality I was unaware of. Yasmin’s ex was an ‘intellectual’.In Brazil that must translate as a small penis with limited stamina, but don’t hold me to that. Since the birth of her son and the 'incident’ with her husband, Yasmin hadn’t much 'personal’ time; read: not much finger, or vibrator usage. Yasmin was tight, famished and extra aroused by me kicking Felix’s macho ass an hour earlier.I ushered Yasmin into my place, she was looking smoky yet contained, so I gave her the ten cent tour. When I turned around, her sandals, pants and shirt were off. Silky violet was a good color on her. Yasmin didn’t rush the removal of her final items, using their skimpy allure to draw me in like a striker to the goal.My Brazilian MILF loved being appreciated for every nuanced curve, scent and taste. She let me slip off her bra first then she pulled off my shirt. She didn’t let me get behind her. This allowed her to pace her own aggression. Cáel was along for the ride. This wasn’t fem domination, just a very hungry lady looking for some first-rate sportsmanship.Lucky for me, I was a full service arena with overtime expertise. Every little 'Give and Go’ and 'tackle’ was received, or dodged to keep our game in play. Here I was thinking of swinging a little more upper body workout later tonight. Yasmin’s gymnastics made that redundant. My first insertion was welcomed by her.Yasmin repaid my diligence with lip services, strong hands massaging my back and arms, plus timely input concerning what was good and bad without running over the passion. Yasmin was not at Buffy’s level of competition. Instead she brought her own torrid spirit that was new and exciting.I had no idea how Yasmin’s husband ever found the energy to cheat on her. Yasmin would seek breaks in our activities. The rest of the hour-plus she was either at a vivid simmer, or a full-on blowtorch. Half the time I didn’t even have to direct our intimacy; Yasmin was happy to manage all of the movements using her thighs, stomach muscles and arms to make it a highly memorable performance.As we staggered down from the peak of my climax, a sweaty, panting Yasmin informed me that she was glad she had started doing handstand push-ups once more. For those not in the know, imagine doing a handstand facing a wall. Now push your body up the wall which is occasionally done with your fingertips if you are a true bad-ass…like Yasmin and Timothy.That is another exercise I’m going to have to work on. Jacking-off and squeezing stress balls wasn’t going to cut it anymore.“Ora, ora, meu bombom precioso … muito bom,” Yasmin purred as I put her legs down; I had been holding the back of her knees with my elbows.“I’m the bomb? Sweet!” I sounded as energetic as I was able. My Brazilian Nitro-girl began laughing. “What did the rest of it mean?”“With every orgasm you give me, I’ll give you a word,” she taunted me. I looked at the ceiling.“I’m looking for a downside to that challenge,” I met her gaze. “I can’t see one.”“We’ll see about that when I leave. I have a sitter until 11:00 p.m. so you have good deal of bravado I want you to back-up,” Yasmin looked carnivorously-aroused. We did get around to getting cleaned up then hoofed it to a local Egyptian cuisine eatery. On the way back, I screwed her against a streetlamp with the light burned out.You see a good deal of humor about girls in super-tight pants and all the contortions they go through to get into them. Peeling them out is much, much easier. Maybe it is the inspiration that makes the difference. Best of all, the reactions of people walking around us, or across the street. Overt disgust, ignoring the whole situation, and, my favorite, the running commentary.(First couple)#1 Girl: “Why don’t we ever do that?”#1 Guy: “Do you bend that way?”(Second couple)#2 Girl: “Do you think she’s hotter than me?”#2 Guy: “Let’s go down to the next lamppost and find out.”(Third couple)#3 Guy: “Don’t they have a bed, or are they homeless?” There was no way we were dressed like homeless!#3 Girl: “You have all the romance of a rhino.” Somebody wasn’t getting some tonight.And because we were in a major metropolis,(Fourth couple)#4 Girl (1): “Are you practicing safe sex? If not, I have a condom,” she touched my shoulder.Me: “We are good. I use Durex normally, though I’ll use Trojan too.”#4 Girl (2): “Are you okay, Miss?”Yasmin: (unhappy): “I’m fine. Now either let my man get back to slaking my every lust, or join in.”#4 Girl (2) “Are you serious?” to Yasmin.#4 Girl (1) “Are you okay with this?” she addressed me. “She’s my girlfriend.”A few seconds of grunting, gasping sex ensued.Yasmin: “Yes, I am serious and you two are killing the mood. Mount up, or get off my horsy.”The two ladies looked at one another.#4 Girl (1): “She’s very ho…attractive. What do you say? It is safe sex,” hint, hint.And thus I had a lesbian four-way. The first girl, Evie, was bi- and worked at Planned Parenthood, explaining the condom lore. Girl two, Samantha, was a lesbian, but having a strong sex drive, decided that Yasmin was as luscious as I thought she was. Back at my place, it took Samantha thirty minutes to get used to sharing her bed with a man.By then she decided I wasn’t the enemy, despite my penis and hunger for the female form. Evie and Yasmin had zip inhibitions and let the lesbian and the straight guy work our differences while they basked in each other’s femininity. Yasmin insisted she wasn’t a lesbian, or bi-sexual. She had no sexual hang ups and found American’s confusing because they did.We had wrapped up the first round with Evie giving me a quick blowjob because I had been a good boy and kept my sperm holstered for the entire encounter. Samantha threw on one of Odette’s t-shirts (I didn’t explain) and went to the bathroom. I got washed up; Samantha gave me a dirty look from the toilet then I reminded her I’d just seen her naked.We both exited to the living room and took up spots on the sofa as we waited for our prospective partner. I heard my roommates keys jingle in the lock. He walked in, taking in the now familiar scene of me with a new girl on the sofa.“Timothy Denver!” Samantha squealed when my roommate showed up.“Sammy…what are you doing in my apartment…with him?” Timothy meant me. They (Timothy and Samantha) hugged each other, Timothy lifting her off the ground.“Me and Evie are sharing his girlfriend,” Samantha explained.“Which one?” Timothy put her down. Samantha shot me a semi-hostile look.Yasmin and Evie came out of the bedroom; having found Evie’s clothing. That was their story and I wasn’t going to argue with it.“Hi Timothy!” Evie ran up and hugged him too. Up she went.“Timothy, this is Yasmin,” I made introductions.“The Brazilian Hottie,” Timothy noted.“Yasmin, is Cáel sleeping around you on you?” Samantha inquired.“No. Cáel has sex with far too many other women to cheat on me,” she informed them. Samantha didn’t know what to make of that.“That means she’s aware that I date a lot,” I explained. I would have asked how Samantha, Evie and Timothy knew each other except now all their body art made sense.“Timothy, are you and Cáel…” Samantha asked. Timothy rolled his eyes.“God, I wish,” Timothy sighed dramatically. “The dick on this guy is phenomenal.”“Sammy, I know you would never, ever, ever go that way, but if you did, do it with Cáel here,” Timothy told her. “He is the most sensitive, skilled and empathic lover I’ve ever seen. He’s not at all possessive and totally confident in who he is.” Sammy didn’t look like she was contemplating a gender-preference switch. She was getting between me and Evie.“As long as you understand you, me and Evie,” Sammy warned me.“Sadly, fidelity is not one of my virtues,” I shrugged. “I could lie to you about it. You seem to be Timothy’s friend, so I should treat you better than that.”“You can trust me around Cáel,” Evie insisted.“No, we can’t,” Timothy, Sammy and Yasmin all spoke simultaneously. I wasn’t trustworthy, but at least I was consistently untrustworthy.“Listen to your friends and the woman you barely know,” I met Evie’s gaze. “I know I couldn’t control myself around you and we’d both regret it.”No we wouldn’t. I could see that fire deep in her eyes. We were going to have sex again, just me and she. I was a lowdown dirty dog who gave an incredible dicking and I’d already made an insertion into Evie’s body and mind. Not that it was terribly important to me; she was okay at sex, though not great. My words were for the listening audience. Timothy knew me better.“Cáel,” Timothy stated firmly. “For me, man; don’t fool around with Evie.” I’d lied to roommates all the time. Like the women in my life, I wanted to keep them happy, or happily neutral. That attitude suddenly didn’t work for me.“How?” sort of spilled out. No one expected my plaintive cry for relationship help.“What?” Sammy gulped. Yasmin snickered. She knew the score.“Sammy, Cáel’s nailed a girl who was making a food delivery to us. In around an hour and a half, a waitress he met for a minute and gave his number to, will be here. She moved into his room. They are not a couple,” Timothy tried to explain.“She lives here to hang out with me and bangs Cáel when he doesn’t have anyone else over, yet, I swear on Buddha’s Belly, I’ve never seen him abuse a girl,” Timothy continued. “It is the strangest damn thing I’ve ever seen. He’s stacked them up like jets at LaGuardia.”“He’s a shit-head player,” Sammy glared.“Do you feel used?” Yasmin pointed out. “You don’t because you weren’t. He’s not trying to out-dick your vagina. He’s not out to steal Evie. He is admittedly hormonally unbalanced. That doesn’t make him a bastard. I’m not here looking for a boyfriend and if I was, it would never be Cáel.”“If you can get past the fact he might have sex with your girlfriend from time to time, he’s really a great guy,” Yasmin added. “Cáel is fearless and as long as sex is not involved, completely reliable.” Sammy was clearly not believing any of this, finally turning back to Timothy.“He gives an incredibly good dicking, he’s a dog, and he’s one of my best friends,” Timothy shrugged.I had been 'one of the guys’, a 'buddy’ and 'dude’. I had never been considered a man’s best friend before and I had never heard Timothy toss that term around about anybody. I went up and hugged him.“Dude, you have lousy taste in friends,” I patted his back.“Cáel, I have plenty of friends who wouldn’t abandon me in a fight. You are the only person I know who took an arrow for a little girl you barely knew,” Timothy patted my back. “You don’t find that dedication often. In the past two months we’ve been through more freaky shit than I’ve experience in the past ten years. Faults and all, this has been the best time of my life.”I stepped back until we were at arm’s length.“I take that back. You don’t have lousy taste in friends; you are delusional,” I blinked.“He got shot; took an arrow; for a little girl?” Sammy gulped. “How come this is the first I’m hearing about it?”“That would be the bandage on your leg?” Evie pointed.“I have a dangerous job,” I regarded the new girls. “I test poultry for signs of intelligence. Let’s just say that a sleeper cell got past me and chaos ensued.”“Translation: he can’t talk about it,” Yasmin smirked.“What do you do you really do?” Sammy pressed.“I’m working on a special project. We are taping strobe lights to Garden Gnomes then, using hobby store-bought rockets, my corporation is going to sell them as a Developing World-friendly alternative to the current GPS system,” I looked grim.“Really?” Sammy looked uncertain.“I work for a really sleazy corporation,” I confessed. “There is nothing they wouldn’t do for a buck.”“That’s heartless,” Sammy protested. “Men like that are raping the planet and exploiting the poor.”“Sammy, I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments. I am one of three men in the entire workforce; that is well over 10,000 women; undoubtedly more,” I smirked. “If it is any consolation, I am treated as little more than a pin-up model by my co-workers.”“Oh wow,” Evie snickered. “Were you hired for your looks?”“Hardly,” I declared with authority. “I majored in Business with a minor in Philosophy from Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire, an institute of higher learning renowned for its 70% female student population and nothing else. Still, I am working for a Fortune 500 company at a job I am totally unqualified for, earning an unheard of starting salary and constantly required to work shirtless, or naked.”“Personally, I think it was my creative writing skills that won them over,” I nodded sagely.“You are a jerk,” Timothy snorted. “I hate it when you tell the truth and make it sound unbelievable. It is a skill I’ve never seen wielding so cuttingly.” No one said anything for a few seconds.“It is really annoying that no one believes I earned my position because I’m actually intelligent and hard-working,” I grumbled.“Welcome to the world of a Carnival dancer,” Yasmin laughed.“I was going 'a blond bimbo’,” Sammy agreed, “but that works too.” That broke down the social ice. Letting yourself soak up a bit of ridicule can pay huge dividends. I was going to be back in bed with every single woman in the room; even the lesbian, though I’d be sharing a girl with her, wait and see.For some reason, Sammy remained convinced I was an asshole, so she dared me to kiss Timothy. I shrugged, Timothy shrugged, so we kissed. Seriously, I have no clue what I WON’T do for sex. When Timothy slipped me some tongue I nutted him. As he doubled over, I told him I wasn’t the kind of guy who went beyond second base on the first date.The group informed me that second base was touching my cock…whoops. Then Evie reminded me that I had sex with her within fifteen minutes of our initial meeting. I replied I hadn’t had anal sex with her yet, but if that was the case, I was sure Timothy would be a good sport about it all. Timothy had finally gotten back to his feet. Again, he nodded.This time he snatched me up, bench pressed me over his head (man, we need to re-spackle the ceiling) and bounced me off the sofa. Timothy is really strong too. I hit the floor, face down, but with my knees and palms catching my weight. I quickly summersaulted and regained my footing. I trusted Timothy. Still, talking about anal sex with a big, buff gay man then assuming the doggy-style position…let’s not tempt fate.My antics earned me another round of sex. After Evie exploded (figuratively) all over the place with her…third orgasm, I looked over Yasmin’s shoulder to Sammy, who was sexing up my Brazilian from the other side.“I have totally and completely re-evaluated having a lesbian in bed with me, Sammy,” I testified. “You rock!”Sammy shot me a look, realized I was expounding true praise and picked up her ravishing of Yasmin. After we demolished Yasmin, Sammy mounted me. My cock was on my belly with her soaked pussy pressing on it. She wanted a 'test drive’ more than anything else; the experience of feeling the differences between the masculine and feminine skeletal and muscular textures and nuances.“Can I touch your breasts?” I requested. Sammy thought it over, eventually giving me an 'okay’ look. She had those nice, banana-cone shaped breasts with huge areolas and sizable nipples. I started off by lifting and weighing each teat, taking it nice and leisurely. Sammy decided I was doing a passable job so she stopped studying me and got into the sensation of the moment.That little gasp cued me in that I had earned the right to move a little farther. Her nipples were already engaged. A half-dozen grazing passes and they were definitely joyous. Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues.Most lesbians didn’t like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren’t throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related.Sorry ladies, your sweat can stink as much as a men’s does. It is more a matter of diet. Both sexes should clean up 'down there’. It is common sexual courtesy, so use it. When I can, I use a subtle cologne though I’ve used women’s Secret deodorant on rare occasions. It earned me curious looks every time, but it never stopped them.Sammy was already taking quick gulps of air when her worried eyes looked down at me again. She wanted to tell me to stop. She was caught in a double bind; she was getting gratification and the only reason to refuse it was because I was a man; a man she had allowed to touch her. That would make her either sexist, or a bigot.Never ignore the allure of the female orgasm. Add to that, never ignore the power of friendship. As Sammy struggled to master her 'lesbian outrage’, Evie sneaked behind her, wiggling two fingers past my nut-sack, along my cock and into Sammy’s pussy from behind.“Evie,” Sammy moaned in protest.“Sammy-love, he’s not trying to fuck you,” Evie murmured to her companion. “You are liking what he’s doing and you know you have dynamite nipples. Let him have a sample.” To me, “She likes a whole lot of suction and a tiny bit of teeth.” Sammy attempted some kind of protest. Yasmin stroking Sammy’s upper thigh, hip and stomach breached the dam of her inhibitions.So, I had a lesbian lowering her body toward mine. First her palms rested on my shoulders. Sammy’s body flowed up mine until her elbows replaced her hands and her tits were now accessible. As advised, I applied a wet vacuum seal to her right areola and nipple. I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation.“You should have longer hair,” she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. “I don’t normally go for butch girls.” You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up’ for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory.She cascade down on me, my lower stomach syrupy with her juices and her bosom muzzling my face. Yasmin went to her knees, leaned over Sammy’s prostrate form and began seriously making out with Evie. I lived in a vortex of unexpected pleasure and fulfillment. I had taken part in making a lesbian sexually complete.“You are the best guy I’ve ever been with,” Sammy murmured.“He’s the only guy you’ve ever been with,” Evie teased.“Fine. He’s still the best. Cáel, have you ever thought about becoming a post-op transsexual?” Sammy giggled.“No!” Yasmin protested. “That’s where I draw the line. Cáel keeps his tender bits.”“Mmmhphmfsmmm,” I added my voice against that proposal. To punish Sammy for even bringing that up, I latched onto a breast like a starving lamprey and went to town. Damn right that put her in her place. Fifteen minute later, she finally let me come up for air.Ten minutes after that, we stumbled out of the apartment. I was going to see Yasmin safely home; she snickered then, seeing my hurt feelings, told me I was very brave and could take her home. Evie and Sammy lived close by. They had known Timothy from his days working at an ink place in Queens, but had lost touch when he opened his own place on the East Side.They promised to stay in touch. Sometimes I don’t even have to try. Maybe that’s why Timothy got so pissy with me at times. As for Yasmin and me, I fucked her in the hallway right outside her domicile because she still had twenty minutes left on her babysitter and there was a convenient vertical surface. We both went home with smiles on our faces.I met up with Odette walking up to my; now our; place. She wanted all the juicy details, helped me change our sheets, promised to do our laundry tomorrow morning and then we had sex. I was set up on my feet, shins and knees, Odette facing away from me and grinding her lush tight end on my rod when the door opened and Timothy Nerf-shot me…cause I definitely deserved it.(Thursday)Thursday was good. I inspected artificial wood products for artificial termites. Actually, I started out with Constanza; really Naomi and her Merry Band now; and learned how to actually fire a personal defense weapon. No more 'spray and pray’ for me. They told me they had a special surprise for me on Friday. Color me concerned.According to Medical, I was a lousy lab monkey. Then Katrina informed me it was Brian’s turn today to get poked, prodded and forced to cough up millions of little Brian-lettes for Havenstone’s perverse pleasures. I e-mailed Brian my best wishes. I was seriously starting to question those 'so-called’ medical experts ethical integrity.I worked with Buffy, teamed up with the Daphne/Desiree combo. Why? Because there was an emergency board meeting on Friday. I wasn’t told this, but Daphne and I figured it out. To put some extra butter on my hell-bound soul, an agent of Rhada’s gave me a private note informing me she wanted to talk.Keeping to Amazon Princess Rape Fantasy Bondage protocols, I ate the message before Buffy could pry it from my hands. Bad enough was all these crazy females trying to kill me, I also had to keep track of which ones hated the other ones. It reminded me of dating sorority sisters, except this time out, I could never leave the sorority house and they almost never went to classes.Oh, and they are all related to Jason Voorhees (that’s the maniac from the Friday the 13th movies for those who had lived constructive lives) and we were adjacent to an Ace Hardware store. Plus I had a date with Libra and I was dedicated to 'tapping that ass’ at least once more before I died. And, there was more!Deena, the swimming, 'fingers in her pussy’ buddy dropped me a line telling me she was 'expecting’ me this afternoon. There was no way I could swing that, despite her request that could be only construed as an order. I simply didn’t have the time. I e-mailed her back, pleading for her to be in a bikini with several suggested sites for her to visit.Before my designated knife training, I had a fucked-up brainstorm about what to do with Rhada. I wrote a letter in Old Kingdom Hittite, sealed it in wax with the imprint of the symbol 'Lowest’ on it, representing me, though Rhada’s submissive side could easily misinterpret that. To get it to her, I went to the only one who could meet her face to face who I could trust.Katrina? Laughable. She could do it but she wouldn’t touch this disaster with a three meter pole made out of male vertebrae. The only other person who met all the criteria; Oneida. Yes, I was a fucktard, fuck-nut and a waste of human potential.“Oneida, I need a favor,” I asked the moment I hunted her down in Acquisitions.“Of course,” her eyes lit up, her lips moistened and breathe quickened. She wasn’t wanting a quick tussle in a side room. The chick wanted to be held closely while I whispered love poetry into her ear for her to hear alone. I was letting her down abysmally.“I need this message hand delivered to Rhada,” I pressed the missive into her hands.She didn’t know how to wrap her mind around that. Rhada? She knew we had fought, but what contact had we shared since then? She made the sane 'girl-logic’ assumption.“Cáel, are you in trouble,” she worried. Oh, I wish it was only trouble.“Not that you can help me with. If you can’t do this, I’ll find another way,” I sighed.Yes, I was playing her. Oneida would run over hot coals for me.“No, no; I’ll do it…why? Why Rhada?” Oneida pleaded.“I can’t say and you cannot look at the message. It is critical that she, and she alone sees this,” I impressed on her the importance of saving my life without saying 'please save my life’.By asking her to not look at the message, I increased the odds she’d look. I had no choice. If I didn’t say anything about it, she’d make an excuse to look and tell herself that I hadn’t forbidden her to look. Add to that, she was my racial superior. In her case, this meant she had to look out for my best interest. Oneida nodded and watched me leave.Training with Pamela was hands on this day. I had a wooden blade with a lead core to give me a better feel for the proper weight. Pamela had a meter long wooden rod. She had a miraculous ability to move her baton in a blur yet not hurt my fingers, hand, or wrist. It was very instructional. I was practicing stabbing and a bit of slashing.I left with a sense I’d added something useful to my repertoire. I wasn’t calling out Elsa anytime soon; heck, I wasn’t calling out Europa, Aya’s 13 year old sister either. As we were cleaning up, Pamela noticed my uncertainty.“What is it?” she asked.“Oh, it is that you’ve resisted the urge to cause me pain,” I mused. “Normally, I find Amazons to be very harsh.”“That is certainly a common training style here,” Pamela nodded. “I chose showing a student how to do things right as opposed to reminding the student what they did wrong.”“Good enough. Thanks for treating me like I matter,” I grinned.“What makes you think that?” Pamela and I started to leave the little dojo. Note, she didn’t say 'assume’.“Trust me, I’m a sperm donor with sex appeal to virtually every other screwy dame in this place,” I smirked.“I know the difference between what I see in their eyes and yours,” I winked.“Ash Man,” Pamela remarked. She zinged me, alright. “My granddaughters talk of you and not in a way I would expect Amazon women to talk about a male.”“That and an Egg McMuffin…” I shrugged.“Means you won’t die hungry,” Pamela shrugged along with me. “This is why I volunteered to teach you; you deserve every chance to go out unconquered.”“Do you think I have a chance; of that?” I questioned.“Not really. I didn’t think I would ever be talking to a man in my native language again either, so who knows,” she added.“Do you think I’m an Ash Man?” I wondered. Male; OKH; again?“I haven’t a clue what one is,” she rolled her shoulders. “I am neither my House Leader, nor its Keeper of Records.”“Oh…what are you then?” I asked. The response she gave didn’t make sense.“Cliff-walker? I don’t know…” I furrowed my brow.“I am past my useful life yet refuse to take myself to the cliffs,” Pamela told me. “I have unfinished business to attend to in this World.”“What is that; if that isn’t too rude?” I inquired.“A dead man spoke to me. He told me I would never find my way to the halls of my ancestors until I replaced a life for a life,” she related.“That’s; umm; odd,” I suggested.“Cáel, I severed his throat to the spine. Even had he somehow been alive, he could not have spoken. Then there is the matter of speaking the Amazon tongue,” Pamela continued.“Did he tell you anything else?” I played along.“No.”“How will you know what life you should save; to replace a life for a life?” I searched her out.“He had the most unforgettable emerald green eyes,” she filled me in. Just like my eyes.We had stepped into the elevator when she told me that. There were five other Amazons with us. I didn’t know any of them. I reached out and put my hand on Pamela’s stomach.“Whatever happens to me, and I don’t want you to die, or anything; I want you to know you’ve done what needed to be done,” I assured her.Pamela’s laugh was so loud, deep and resounding, I was stunned that it came from such a thin frame.“That, my friend, is what being an Amazon is all about,” Pamela slapped my back. What she said was wrong in so many ways and the Amazons around us knew it.I wasn’t an Amazon and equating me to one of them was insulting to their feminine martial ardor. Also, no Amazon had ever called me a friend and meant it in a non-sexual manner. Things were getting uncomfortable.“Matron,” one of the Amazons spoke up, “are you feeling well?”That was a polite way of saying 'have you lost your mind?’“Do you know why there are twenty 'First’ Houses?” Pamela addressed me and ignored the others.“Not really. It wasn’t in the Havenstone Handbook,” I tried to sound innocently curious.“The first Amazon to escape capture came back for the rest,” Pamela related. “She was free and if she was recaptured she would have certainly been raped again and most likely killed. She came back because no risk is too great for one’s family. Like the first of the Unconquered, you risk everything for the spiritual and physical safety of your sisters.”“He is not one of us!” a different Amazon insisted.“How bizarre that none of these crazy bitches can see it,” Pamela smiled.“Who are you again?” I gave Pamela a worried look.“A discarded heroine, Cáel,” Pamela answered. “I am an embarrassment, an anachronism and an arrogant warrior humbled.”Clearly this was part of Havenstone’s history I wasn’t supposed to be privileged to hear.“You don’t date much, do you?” I changed things up. Pamela snorted. “This whole scarred scholar-warrior with a tragic past works better with your moping, 19th century literature-reading college types. Cavemen like me prefer slinky clothing and feigned idiocy.”“I’ll keep that in mind,” Pamela snickered. By the bug-eyed expression of our fellow travelers, Pamela was indeed some kind of heroic figure. She held no position, but her status was undeniable. “How about this: I will forgo taking myself to the cliffs until you give me my first great-granddaughter.”“As long as we agree that I’m never going without a condom for the next five years,” I counter-offered. “By the way, which two am I going to be surreptitiously avoiding?”“Brielle and Daphne,” Pamela appeared amused with my expression.“Holy crap!” I exclaimed. “I really like those two. This is going to be tougher keeping you alive than I thought.”“How many more days?” Pamela teased.“67,” I groaned as we stepped out onto the Executive Services floor. Technically, I had an hour left of my work-day.“Look on the bright side, our first great-grandchild could be a Son,” Pamela joked.Pamela clearly enjoyed 'freaking out’ the Normals; the normal Amazon population that is.“That would truly suck,” I remarked. “You ladies have zero experience with male names and no boy of mine is going to be named Shirley. Picking the baby boy names is going to be all on me.”“How about Augustus?” Pamela suggested. I looked stunned.Buffy, having heard my voice, hopped up from her station and came blazing my way. I hadn’t done a damn thing wrong yet she was angry with me. She didn’t know Pamela and I hoped to hell I wasn’t hitting on…okay, Pamela was a bit odd-looking. I’d still do her.“Cáel,” Buffy snapped. “What is going on? Don’t you have a job to do; with me?”“Buffy, this is Pamela. She’s my knife instructor,” I said. “Pamela, this is Buffy DuBois, my (dead word spoken).” Literally in Old Kingdom Hittite that meant 'mountaintop’. Pamela clearly got the implication. Buffy’s fury about me slipping into OKH was mitigated by Pamela’s appraising look.“Okay,” Buffy grumbled. “What was that?”“Pinnacle, peak, highest point, mountaintop,” Pamela answered for me. “I would wager it is a term of endearment and praise, but feel free to be offended despite him using the word for my benefit as opposed to yours. He might have incorrectly thought you knew how much he cared for you.”Verbal beat down!“Who are you, anyway?” Buffy struggled to be polite.“Pamela Pile,” my instructor stated. “I am not employed by Havenstone anymore.”“That’s not…possible…” Buffy questioned.“She is Brielle’s and Daphne’s Grandmother, Buffy,” I explained.“That’s nice,” Buffy was less than impressed.“Cáel, take care. Buffy, I know nothing of men, but I know camaraderie and I know you can throw that away as quickly as you earned it,” Pamela gave an even stare.“By the way, Pamela, you clearly have never been a kid on a playground,” I joked. Buffy was irritated while Pamela was amused. “With a name like Augustus, he’s either going to toughen up really fast, or get flattened. Trust me. My name was Cáel aka Cabbage Head all through elementary school.”“What did they call you in…middle school? It is middle school, correct?” Pamela inquired.“Yes; middle school. By 6th grade, I was firmly a 'nobody’,” I enlightened her. “Hell, my teachers could barely recall who I was. I stayed that way until I graduated high school.”“I had asthma as a child,” Pamela related. “I barely made it through my 12th year.”“What did you do when you…is the term 'casted’, or 'choosing a caste?” I posed.“It varies. Sometimes we choose and sometimes the caste chooses us,” Pamela answered. “I ended up here, in what is now known as Executive Services.”“Great,” I grinned. “I bet you were enticed by our intensive training in marshmallow juggling. Am I right?”“Not really,” Pamela grew serious. “I came here so I could build obstacle courses for kittens. It is an unappreciated melding of animal conditioning and engineering.” I was really liking Pamela. She was like a kindred spirit in this madhouse.“Speaking of 'animal conditioning’, Cáel, we need to get to work,” Buffy huffed and off I went.We finished up, had our after-work meeting and began to head-out for the day.“Daphne, I met your grandmother; nice lady,” I told my 'new hire’ buddy.“Really, what was she doing here?” Daphne smiled affectionately. I need to wear a dead rat around my neck; the deader the better.“She is teaching me how to knife fight,” I told her. Her not knowing that was odd.“Oh…I didn’t know she did that,” Daphne frowned.“She worked in Executive Services,” I said. That appeared news to Daphne as well. “I thought that was why you joined.”“Katrina,” Daphne looked to our boss, “was my grandmother in the (dead word spoken) service?” That word roughly meant 'darkness of night’ in OKH, but like so many things in a 'dead’ language, interpretation could be sketchy.“She was before my time,” Katrina nodded. “I do recall her legacy though.”“What did she do? Normally I wouldn’t care, except Pamela is a laugh riot,” I smirked.“She was the most lethal Amazon assassin of the 20th century,” Katrina stated deadpan.“Grans?” Daphne gasped. “She’s always been so odd; I mean nice.”“What happened to her?” I muttered.“I don’t know,” Katrina mused. “She came back from her last mission then took herself to the cliffs. A few weeks later she returned with no explanation for that either.”“Well crap,” I groaned. “She’s never going to forgive me for that 'wet willy’ (getting a fingertip slick with your saliva then sticking it in an opponent’s ear). I’m a goner.”Daphne play-punched me. We all heard the subsonic rumbling from the door. According to Buffy, she was the only one allowed to cause me physical discomfort and resented Daphne horning in on 'her turf’. Buffy had a new weapon in her arsenal this afternoon.“Your (dead word spoken) wants you to come here,” Buffy snapped.Even Katrina looked at her in some confusion.“I was told that was a good thing,” Buffy sizzled.“It most likely interpreted as 'most prized’, or 'most esteemed’,” Tigger translated. “Precisely it means 'mountaintop’.” Buffy stuck out her chin proudly.“Cáel, I believe I made my desire clear,” she commanded.“No can do McGiggles Sissy-pants,” I grimaced, “I have a date tonight that precludes me from me being overly bruised; again.” I was heading for the door, leading the 'new hires’ out of Katrina’s office.“I know you like laugh at death, Cáel,” Dora snickered, “but I’m not sure the rictus of death counts.”“I’ve got that covered, Dora,” I actually brushed up against Buffy. “I’m having a laugh track installed in my urn.”“Who says they’ll ever find your body?” Buffy moved rapidly at my side.“Whoa…cannibalism. Where I come from, normally the guy eats the girl,” I joked. “With you, Buffy, I’m never quite certain of our gender roles. I’m still terrified of letting you snuggle up from behind.”“I hate you,” Buffy growled. She wasn’t upset. Her eyes were dancing with laughter.“What are you going to do when he is relocated?” Fabiola murdered the mood.“Blame you,” Buffy glared at Fabiola.“I’m so scared,” Fabiola mocked Buffy.“Fabiola, don’t be like that,” I moped. “You have such full, plump lips that clearly know how to take hold of a problem and work it through. Your thighs are the product of diligent effort on your part and I’m sure that when you grapple with an opponent, no one can break that fearful hold.”“I’m sure anything your hands touch, you don’t release until you’ve milked every ounce of life out of your target. You are truly a complete woman,” I concluded. The elevator doors opened and we flooded out. Oneida was waiting for me. Buffy began laughing so hard she couldn’t keep up.“What is it?” Oneida looked to Buffy.“That is the most obtuse description of fellatio, fucking and a hand job I’ve ever heard,” Buffy wheezed. “Fabiola, he called you a whore and you can never prove it.” Okay, I didn’t call her a whore; money was never mentioned. Oneida looked distressed.“Oneida, Fabiola insinuated that Cáel would be relocated soon,” Daphne came to the rescue. I still had something to take care of.“I knew I forgot something,” I realized. “Buffy, can you hold my jacket?” I handed it to her. She examined it then dropped it to the ground. I shrugged then kept stripping.“Cáel?” Oneida worried.“I don’t have my biking clothes on,” I pointed out. “We can’t go biking unless I’m dressed in my biking clothes.” Was Oneida still upset about me stripping in public? No. She was about to spend time with me because she mistakenly perceived me to be a good guy.My bike trip with Oneida to a neutral halfway point proved that while Oneida was in good shape, she wasn’t a cyclist. Cycling emphasized an unusual muscle sequence, so if you don’t cycle much, it shows. I stuck close to her. Not only did it endear me to Oneida, it kept our two shadows at a safe distance so they didn’t impinge on their princess’s joyful mood.I sent Oneida on her way, got home and immediately started making adjustments to my night’s plans. First I had to deal with Libra. I got into an argument with her. I insisted she should wear only jeans, a t-shirt with no bra, and comfortable shoes. Libra was furious. She wanted to go clubbing and look hot; preferably enticing some guys to make me jealous.She certainly wasn’t going to come giftwrapped for an easy screw. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She didn’t like that I was that kind of guy. I insisted that I was the kind of guy who was fascinated with her. I was also happy that Brooke had gotten us back together; you know Brooke, the girl I had fucked to help her get over Felix then refused to sleep with so I could be with Libra.I was blistered and lambasted. I also got my way. I also got to see Libra embrace the ogling her attire earned her in my working class neighborhood as we walked around and talked.“Everyone is staring at my breasts,” Libra whispered to me after a bit. She wanted to make me think she was unhappy while her nipples were excited and she was relishing the turning heads. Brooke was better looking, in my opinion, but Libra was definitely a girl who shouldn’t walk around without a bra. Her breast are really shapely, large and firm, possibly her best attribute.We were hanging around an authentic Italian pizza joint, Libra against the wall, face to face with me. Without warning, I slipped my hand down, popped her jeans button open and unzipped her pants.“Cáel!” she hissed. Yum, Libra had gone panty-less as well. “Cáel,” she repeated.Libra tried to stop my fingers from exploring. She was hampered by her desire to not make a scene while I was insistent. Nice sexy jeans are not only nice and sexy, they hug the hips. This meant I could peel the front of her pants open and work two fingers past her pubic hair to her puffy lips.“Stop,” she whimpered. I didn’t. I slipped a finger between her labia and she was moist and steamy. I wiggled a finger inside with no effort.“No one will see us,” I murmured into Libra’s ear. I wiggled my finger in deeper.“You are horrible,” she moaned quietly. Her hands started out on my shoulders.A few seconds later, she migrated her arms down. I wasn’t positive where she was going with that until she hooked her thumbs into her pants and slid them farther down.“Get it over with,” she mumbled. She followed that up with tender kisses to my neck. Her moving her pants down allowed me to move a second finger in.All of that was a prelude. With my two slick fingers, I searched up for her clitoris. She (a clit is definitely a 'she’) was hungering for my contact and offered up her tenderness to my attention. Libra’s hand began clawing my abdomen through my shirt. Her nasal breathing was becoming ragged, so I eased off on the tempo my stimulation. I wasn’t going to bring Libra to an embarrassing public display of sexual release.It took her a few seconds to figure out I wasn’t teasing her, but shielding her from an uncontrolled release.“You are mean,” her eyes blazed with lust as I sucked my fingers clean of her vaginal secretions.“Kiss me, or I swear to God I’m going to take you on one of these tables,” I referred to the small tables the pizza parlor had for diners. Now Libra looked sultry and in charge. She rubbed her hips against my erection, appeared to contemplate her options and deigned to give me a kiss. It was barely a French kiss. Just enough to remind me I had taken advantage of her person and was being punished with pleasure.The box with the pizza slices barely made the toss to the sofa as Libra and I grappled with one another, yanking off our clothes and staggered to my bedroom.“You are going to fuck me so good for all the hell you’ve put me through,” Libra erotically demanded. Ma'am, yes Ma'am. Prepared to do my duty, Ma'am.I decided to do something new for Libra. Trust me, you develop a sense for what sexual deviancies your sex partner has broached. This helps you figure out what they’d like to explore. That leads you to worrying about your partner’s sexual history, but is a story for another time.“Hey!” Libra squawked as I handcuffed her left wrist. I wasn’t done. With her right wrist beside her left, I looped the chain around a bar in the headboard and snared her other limb.“Motherfu…” she got out before I smothered her with a lip-lock. She put her teeth on my tongue then decided not to chew it off. I broke off the kiss.“Now you are going to do whatever I want you to,” I gloated. “Scream, the cops come and you end up splashed all over the society page.” Most likely a lie.“I’ll never,” she snarled as I rammed my dick in to the hilt. “Ah…you bastard,” she grunted. Now I picked up my pace. Except having her hands bound, Libra was clearly getting into it. Right before climax, I eased off. Libra whined piteously.“Not yet,” I murmured. When I repositioned her in doggy-style, my cock got back to work.This time, I alternated seriously deep cock-thrusts (not pounding) with spanking. Libra went wild; one of her most intense orgasms yet. Libra should have realized two things: my neighbors knew by now and the screams my bedmates generated, and Libra herself was truly an Angelic choir of erotic gratitude.“That; that; that was intense,” Libra gasped. She was all sweat and electric; tired yet begging for more.“It gets better,” I promised her as I freed her up. Given two minutes to rebound, I rolled over onto my back at her side. The cuffs were handed over and I placed my hands over my head. Libra’s countenance was an explosion of thermal desire and numerous unanticipated opportunities. She straddled me, strung me up then…left. Huh?Libra didn’t go far. She noticed my 'goodie’ box which I had left nonchalantly available when we first tumbled in. What she pulled out didn’t make me jump for joy; an ostrich feather, lube and a body wand (imagine a small mace, except the head is actually a vibrating ball).“So, you’ve done this before?” I questioned.“There is a ball-gag in there. Shut-up, behave, or I’ll put it on you,” Libra gave me a saucy threat. I nodded. Libra settled in beside me, worked the wand controls then rolled it along my stomach. “To answer your question; no, I’ve never used anything like this before, but I’ve wanted to. Now I have a delectable, helpless male with tons of stamina laid out before me.”“This is going to be so much fun,” she squealed with delight. “Maybe I should call Brooke?” She wasn’t soliciting my opinion, just thinking aloud. She called Brooke who begged Libra for the chance to come over and help out. Libra promised Brooke could 'next time’. After that came the feather tickles, lubing up my cock, a hand job and finally using the wand on my cockhead until she shattered my resolve and I ejaculated.Libra licked all my creamy cum up, keeping eye contact through most of the process. For thirty seconds she left me with the sneaking suspicion she was going for round two. She freed me, gave me a good series of kisses then dropped down to bring my penis back to attention. That accomplish, Libra rolled my condom on, mounted me and slowly squirmed down my rod while mesmerizing me with her eyes.“Oh,” she purred, “you are so, so bad.” I sat up so that I was eye-level with her chin. Libra laid her forearms languidly over my shoulders, while mine deftly cupped each buttocks.“Does this mean you are breaking up with me?” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. Libra made that squichy-angry play face. I was teasing and she knew I was teasing.“Do I have to hand-cuff you again?” Libra snickered. I slipped my right hand farther back and down. Using the liberal amount of lube Libra had lavished on my penis, I slicked up my forefinger and picked her sphincter. Libra gave a quick intake of breath.“For the sake of your backside, that might be wise,” I teased right back. Libra pouted.“Are going to ream my poor, abused Henie?” she moped deceptively. Rule One plus the addendum; make the girl happy. If you make the girl happy, she’ll figure out what makes you happy and do it for you. I lifted Libra up until my cock flopped out of her. It didn’t take her two seconds. Her hand found my cock, pointed it up and steered it into her butthole with zero need for encouragement.“I can’t believe you are making me do this,” she groaned as her sphincter parted and my glans slipped in. I wasn’t rushing things. I certainly wasn’t coercing Lira in anyway either. She certainly relished my upper body strength that allowed me to match her pace in penetrating her. Once Libra was fully impaled, I rocked us over so that she lay on her back with her knees touching her breasts.A casual, relaxed screw followed. Yes, I could have pounded Libra and she would have loved it, except she was here for more than a series of orgasms. She wanted some kind of confirmation there was an 'us’. She hadn’t wanted a relationship when we first met, or even after our first fuck. I was a hook-up; nothing more.The post-Felix episode with Brooke had changed that. I was far from acceptable, but more than a random fuck. Our status had become an enigma to her thus my approach with the soft anal fuck. I could certainly be a late night booty call, salvaging a bad night and making it good. This was a 'take him out for a weekend as a friend’ change of events.I was still not in the clubhouse. Thirty minutes in bedroom while 'changing to go down to the pool with her other friends’ they’d all know why she’d brought me along. Had Libra forgotten I was a Pound Puppy of the worst sort? Yes, but I felt no desire to remind her. We’d revisit the issue during that first weekend; guaranteed.Libra kept up a quiet bit of banter for a few minutes. Her words were meaningless. Her tonal quality was what I was paying attention to. I kept up a conversation which I would never recall. It is an art form; coherent babbling. My partner’s words faded away into groans and grunts.“Ready?” I rumbled my hunger for her wantonness. Libra nodded once, hesitated then nodded several times vigorously with a lewd curl to her lips.I hammered Libra with powerful thrusts. She was pushed up and over until her weight was on her shoulders and I as looking down into her impassioned face as I drove home. Her fingernails were drawing blood tracks over my flesh. I’ve heard of a 'backdraft’ before; never in a sexual context though.Libra’s whole body seemed to coils up internally. There was this moment of complete quiet and then Libra exploded in song. God, I thought her rectal muscles would twist my cock off, she was so energetic. Her vocal symphony went on, and on, and on. I was afraid I’d broken the girl. It got so bad, Timothy snuck a look in, gave me a 'what the fuck?’ expression then left.Oh yeah; somewhere toward the end of the process, I came. I was that entranced with the entire experience. Libra fell lifeless beneath me, trembling and emitting soundless mutterings. She was unconscious. This wasn’t my first time having this effect, but it doesn’t happen so often I can’t totally recall each incident.I pulled out of Libra, disposed of my 'business’ then placed my body beside hers, stroking her right cheek and ear, brushing her hair off her face.“You are pretty,” Libra gave me a sleepy smile. I’d stun-fucked her alright.“You’ve devastated me,” I c
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It shouldn't need to be said but apparently it does so I will- *ALL* music used on this channel is performed by and used with explicit permission from Adam Pilarczyk. There is a text disclaimer at the beginning of the show, and he is present in nearly every episode's live chat stating as much. THE MUSIC USED HERE DOES NOT INFRINGE UPON ANY COPYRIGHTS, AND FALSE CLAIMS AS SUCH WILL BE TREATED AS MALICIOUS!!! WARNING- This episode is VERY visual. While I'm sure you'll get the gist of things through listening, I strongly encourage you to hop over to the YT channel and actually watch the craziness that this episode brought! We're back with the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kiss stealing, WHOO, wheelin-dealin, limousine-riding, jet flying, podcast of the year. And I'm having a REAL HARD TIME- keeping this #GrandPrix round 1 final match down! WHOOO!!!!!!! Our punch-kicky offerings this EARLY'ish SATURDAY of fights come in the forms of the later card being #BKFCMontana2:BeltranVsSigala, and the REAL meat & potatoes of the afternoon in the #UFC279:ChimaevVsDiaz card. We'll do our best to talk about & break it all down as well as the FINAL matchup of Round 1 in this gritty #ThePitGrandPrix for Season 7 of the show! Don't forget about our Tapology Fight Picks! The group on Tapology.com (ImNoBookie or Group#965) is where we can make & compete with our picks for all major fights. The site keeps stats & will potentially let us compete head-to-head with each other AND YOU, the fans! Tune-in to find out how to join in on the fun! To honor our fallen friend Rye, please go watch the TMI episode we shot with him last summer and leave some love. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JkCWj1CuMA #RIPVapeRye #BeLikeRye Show Links: https://linktr.ee/imnojoe The Crew's Socials- GolfTee: https://www.youtube.com/c/GolfTeeVapes & https://www.instagram.com/golfteevapes/ The Kid : https://www.instagram.com/rjmma_offical/ Fresh : https://www.instagram.com/fresh0133/ The Clown Puncher: https://www.instagram.com/jeff_the_clown_puncher_1/ Nick DEEvine: https://www.instagram.com/n.devine83/ Tim/The Avocado: https://streamerlinks.com/index.php?page=anadvocateforliberty Chris & Vinny : https://www.instagram.com/slowbake_420/ Catch their podcast here: https://www.spreaker.com/show/slowbake-and-contemplate ME: https://linktr.ee/TheMeterDoesManyThings You can also join our Patreon & help support the show here: https://www.patreon.com/ImNoJoe PLEASE know that any and all donations are non-refundable, so make sure it's what you want to do before you click Send. That being said, I appreciate each and everyone who supports the me in ANY way, be it sharing a stream or donating, or even just hanging out in chat. Thank you to each and everyone who helps out. I appreciate you all. Be safe everyone! Wash your hands, and help someone just to do it. #StayHomeIfYoureSickComeOverIfYoureThicc ;) --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/imnojoe/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/imnojoe/support
Fiiiiinaaaaale, ohooooo! Willkommen in der Schießbude, willkommen zur 15. und letzten Episode der ersten Staffel! Nur noch unser sensationeller Gast Abdelkarim entscheidet darüber, ob Amar wirklich 10.000 Euro für den guten Zweck gewinnt und ob Patrick Ittrich wirklich an der roten Laterne kleben bleibt! Apropos kleben bleiben! Einer ist schon vor Anpfiff aufgehalten worden – Moderator Daniel Sprügel musste sich kurzfristig verletzt melden. So wird bei der ersten Aufnahme zusammen in einem Raum (aus Robby Hunkes Wohnzimmer!!), aus einem Viererbob plötzlich ein unangenehm anzusehendes Triplett. Das bedeutete auch, dass Hunke oder Bensinger beim großen Finale alleine spielen müssen. Die Folge ist gespickt mit hitzigen Diskussionen, Führungswechseln und Überraschungsgästen. Comedian Abdelkarim stellt viele seiner Talente unter Beweis, aber gehört da auch Fußballwissen dazu? Wir halten es kurz und knapp, denn DIESES Finale spricht für sich selbst! Welcome to Schießbude Motherfu***! Abonniere “Die Schießbude” jetzt auf [Apple Podcasts](https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/die-schie%C3%9Fbude/id1612285402), [Spotify](https://open.spotify.com/show/5uIKvTe8vaOL9dPgOFbkPQ?si=6d0585a895204c7b&nd=1), [Google Podcasts](https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9zY2hpZXNzYnVkZS5wb2RpZ2VlLmlvL2ZlZWQvbXAz), [AudioNow](https://audionow.de/podcast/6a03e80e-8027-4c39-9345-56952c797677), [Amazon Music](https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/a6a2813f-bac2-4b2d-82c6-b3566cf4da00/die-schie%C3%9Fbude) oder in deiner Podcast App! "Die Schießbude" ist ein Maniac Studios Original Podcast Folge uns: - Abdelkarim auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/abdelkarimtv - Die Schiessbude auf Instagram: https://instagram.com/dieschiessbude - Die Schiessbude auf Twitter: https://twitter.com/dieschiessbude - Die Schiessbude auf TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@schiessbude_podcast - Robby Hunke: https://instagram.com/robbyhunke - Maximilian Bensinger: https://instagram.com/maxbens - Daniel Sprügel: https://instagram.com/danielspruegel Unsere Werbepartner: - Holt euch die Fußballmanager-App unseres Werbepartners SPITCH und spielt in „dieschiessbude“ mit um den Spieltagssieg. Kommt in unsere SPITCH Community --> https://community.spitch.live/TRP9 (Bundesliga) - Der Hauptgewinn i.H.v 10.000 Euro für den guten Zweck wird präsentiert von unserem Werbepartner "FAIRsprochen", dem congstar Podcast zum Thema Fairness: https://maniacstudios.com/congstar Weiterführende Links: - Für Feedback, Anmerkungen, Gästewünsche und Anfragen meldet euch per E-Mail: schiessbude@maniacstudios.com - Weitere Sport-Podcasts von Maniac Studios gibt es hier: https://maniacstudios.com - Maniac Studios: https://instagram.com/maniacstudiosberlin
Tach auch - die vorletzte Episode der ersten Staffel in DIE SCHIEßBUDE ist out now und Fußballprofi Marcel Lotka ist bei uns zu Gast! Schafft etwa der Neuzugang von Borussia Dortmund das Unvorstellbare und verdrängt Amar von Platz 1? Wir verraten nichts, außer: Es wird verdammt spannend! Auch in der Gefahr, dass wir uns wiederholen, aber fast JEDE Folge war bis zum erbitterten Schluss brutal spannend. Und so ist auch dieses Mal! Marcel Lotka muss schon in der Herzblattrunde die erste schwierige Entscheidung treffen. Die Moderatoren Sprügel, Hunke und Bensinger machen es ihm nicht leicht. Kleines Fazit: Sprügel unglaublich bemüht, aber begrenzt. Hunke (wie immer) komplett uninspiriert. Bensinger experimentierfreudig, aber will zu viel! Also eigentlich alles wie immer … Die Episode 14 ist eine Achterbahn der Gefühle. Der Ton schwankt zwischen „alles cool“ und „du lebst nur noch, weil töten illegal ist“ – vor allem an Sprügel geht Bensingers Psychokrieg nicht schadlos vorbei. Doch der Saubermann aus den Maniac Studios lebt seit seinem 4. Lebensjahr nach einem einzigen Credo: „Legst du mir Steine in den Weg, heb ich sie auf und werfe sie dir in die Fresse!“ Spätestens nach dieser Folge und den damit verbundenen Strafen ist klar, das Staffelfinale in der kommenden Woche wird eine gnadenlose Vendetta. Doch von wem? Welcome to Schießbude Motherfu***! Abonniere “Die Schießbude” jetzt auf [Apple Podcasts](https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/die-schie%C3%9Fbude/id1612285402), [Spotify](https://open.spotify.com/show/5uIKvTe8vaOL9dPgOFbkPQ?si=6d0585a895204c7b&nd=1), [Google Podcasts](https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9zY2hpZXNzYnVkZS5wb2RpZ2VlLmlvL2ZlZWQvbXAz), [AudioNow](https://audionow.de/podcast/6a03e80e-8027-4c39-9345-56952c797677), [Amazon Music](https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/a6a2813f-bac2-4b2d-82c6-b3566cf4da00/die-schie%C3%9Fbude) oder in deiner Podcast App! "Die Schießbude" ist ein Maniac Studios Original Podcast Folge uns: - Etienne Gardé auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/marcel_lotka1 - Die Schiessbude auf Instagram: https://instagram.com/dieschiessbude - Die Schiessbude auf Twitter: https://twitter.com/dieschiessbude - Die Schiessbude auf TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@schiessbude_podcast - Robby Hunke: https://instagram.com/robbyhunke - Maximilian Bensinger: https://instagram.com/maxbens - Daniel Sprügel: https://instagram.com/danielspruegel Unsere Werbepartner: - Holt euch die Fußballmanager-App unseres Werbepartners SPITCH und spielt in „dieschiessbude“ mit um den Spieltagssieg. Kommt in unsere SPITCH Community --> https://community.spitch.live/TRP9 (Bundesliga) - Der Hauptgewinn i.H.v 10.000 Euro für den guten Zweck wird präsentiert von unserem Werbepartner "FAIRsprochen", dem congstar Podcast zum Thema Fairness: https://maniacstudios.com/congstar Weiterführende Links: - Für Feedback, Anmerkungen, Gästewünsche und Anfragen meldet euch per E-Mail: schiessbude@maniacstudios.com - Weitere Sport-Podcasts von Maniac Studios gibt es hier: https://maniacstudios.com - Maniac Studios: https://instagram.com/maniacstudiosberlin
Leute, wir biegen ab auf die Zielgerade! Noch drei Gäste haben die Chance, Amar vom Thron zu stoßen und die 10.000 Euro für den guten Zweck zu gewinnen. Dieses Mal ist Moderator Etienne Garde von Rocket Beans TV zu Gast und er gilt als Geheimfavorit! Gutaussehend, clever und brutal erfahren in Spielshowformaten. Das komplette Paket… Apropos dickes Paket: Kann Robby Hunke seine Niederlagen-Serie endlich brechen? Wacht der Kölner Silberfuchs etwa aus dem Winterschlaf auf? Zumindest plaudert er einige Details von den Eligella-Summergames aus. Die haben ihn wohl nachdrücklich beeindruckt. Beeindruckend war zuletzt auch der Lauf von Daniel Sprügel. Immer wieder dehnt er die Regeln aus und feiert damit ein ums andere Mal Erfolge. Kein Wunder, dass sich der moralische Kompass seines ärgsten Widersachers seitdem im Kreis dreht! Kocht Bensinger wieder oder kocht er ab? Not lying – diese Fehde erinnern an Hamilton-Verstappen! Wie verhält sich Sprügel wohl in dieser Episode? Und wenn wir schon bei der Ausdehnung von Gesetzen sind. Unser Gast Etienne wartet mit einer schlüpfrigen Geschichte zusammen mit Max Kruse auf. Die kriminelle Energie in der Schießbude war nie höher! Welcome to Schießbude Motherfu*****! Abonniere “Die Schießbude” jetzt auf [Apple Podcasts](https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/die-schie%C3%9Fbude/id1612285402), [Spotify](https://open.spotify.com/show/5uIKvTe8vaOL9dPgOFbkPQ?si=6d0585a895204c7b&nd=1), [Google Podcasts](https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9zY2hpZXNzYnVkZS5wb2RpZ2VlLmlvL2ZlZWQvbXAz), [AudioNow](https://audionow.de/podcast/6a03e80e-8027-4c39-9345-56952c797677), [Amazon Music](https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/a6a2813f-bac2-4b2d-82c6-b3566cf4da00/die-schie%C3%9Fbude) oder in deiner Podcast App! "Die Schießbude" ist ein Maniac Studios Original Podcast Folge uns: - Etienne Gardé auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/etiennetogo - Rocketbeans auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rocketbeans.tv - Die Schiessbude auf Instagram: https://instagram.com/dieschiessbude - Die Schiessbude auf Twitter: https://twitter.com/dieschiessbude - Die Schiessbude auf TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@schiessbude_podcast - Robby Hunke: https://instagram.com/robbyhunke - Maximilian Bensinger: https://instagram.com/maxbens - Daniel Sprügel: https://instagram.com/danielspruegel Unsere Werbepartner: - Holt euch die Fußballmanager-App unseres Werbepartners SPITCH und spielt in „dieschiessbude“ mit um den Spieltagssieg. Kommt in unsere SPITCH Community --> https://community.spitch.live/TRP9 (Bundesliga) - Der Hauptgewinn i.H.v 10.000 Euro für den guten Zweck wird präsentiert von unserem Werbepartner "FAIRsprochen", dem congstar Podcast zum Thema Fairness: https://maniacstudios.com/congstar Weiterführende Links: - Für Feedback, Anmerkungen, Gästewünsche und Anfragen meldet euch per E-Mail: schiessbude@maniacstudios.com - Weitere Sport-Podcasts von Maniac Studios gibt es hier: https://maniacstudios.com - Maniac Studios: https://instagram.com/maniacstudiosberlin
Wir haben ihn endlich in der Schießbude! Der Sänger der Herzen, the one and only Johannes Straaaaate! Dem Sänger von „Revolverheld” fliegen die Sympathien nur so zu, aber bei uns muss er nun das Saubermann-Image ablegen. Denn ihr wisst es seit Episode 1: In der Schießbude verliert die Freundlichkeit! Getreu diesem Motto macht Schiedsrichter Ittrich auch da weiter, wo er als Gast bei uns aufgehört hat. Er fällt seinem Team-Partner Bensinger in den Rücken. Wie er das wohl macht, ohne anwesend zu sein? Grundsätzlich ist Folge 12 dadurch geprägt, dass vorhersehbare Dinge passieren, ohne das man sie erwartet. Wieder mal gibt es missglückte Ständchen, viel zu viele Revolverheld-Wortspiele und schwer ertragbare Regelausdehnungen. Wie hat sich Strate in diesem Haifischbecken wohl geschlagen? Die Edeljoker-Runde hat es dieses Mal in sich. Zwei aktive Legenden sind am Start! Der eine ist der Inbegriff des Torjägers, der andere ist spanischer Pokalsieger, italienischer Vize-Meister, einst argentinischer Nationalspieler und macht mit seinem spanischen Akzent in Sachen Sympathien sogar Johannes Strate Konkurrenz. Livin' La Vida Loca – wie immer bei uns! Schaltet ein, das wollt ihr nicht verpassen! Wir empfehlen: eine gewisse Textsicherheit bei „Ich lass für dich das Licht an”, das PONS Wörterbuch für Spanisch und ein Glas Cava. Lasst die Sonne in eure Herzen und Folge 12 in eure Ohren! Welcome to Schießbude Motherfu*****! Abonniere “Die Schießbude” jetzt auf [Apple Podcasts](https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/die-schie%C3%9Fbude/id1612285402), [Spotify](https://open.spotify.com/show/5uIKvTe8vaOL9dPgOFbkPQ?si=6d0585a895204c7b&nd=1), [Google Podcasts](https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9zY2hpZXNzYnVkZS5wb2RpZ2VlLmlvL2ZlZWQvbXAz), [AudioNow](https://audionow.de/podcast/6a03e80e-8027-4c39-9345-56952c797677), [Amazon Music](https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/a6a2813f-bac2-4b2d-82c6-b3566cf4da00/die-schie%C3%9Fbude) oder in deiner Podcast App! "Die Schießbude" ist ein Maniac Studios Original Podcast Folge uns: - Johannes Strate auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/johannesstrate - Revolverheld auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/revolverheld - Die Schiessbude auf Instagram: https://instagram.com/dieschiessbude - Die Schiessbude auf Twitter: https://twitter.com/dieschiessbude - Die Schiessbude auf TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@schiessbude_podcast - Robby Hunke: https://instagram.com/robbyhunke - Maximilian Bensinger: https://instagram.com/maxbens - Daniel Sprügel: https://instagram.com/danielspruegel Unsere Werbepartner: - Holt euch die Fußballmanager-App unseres Werbepartners SPITCH und spielt in „dieschiessbude“ mit um den Spieltagssieg. Kommt in unsere SPITCH Community --> https://community.spitch.live/TRP9 - Der Hauptgewinn i.H.v 10.000 Euro für den guten Zweck wird präsentiert von unserem Werbepartner "FAIRsprochen", dem congstar Podcast zum Thema Fairness: https://maniacstudios.com/congstar Weiterführende Links: - Für Feedback, Anmerkungen, Gästewünsche und Anfragen meldet euch per E-Mail: schiessbude@maniacstudios.com - Weitere Sport-Podcasts von Maniac Studios gibt es hier: https://maniacstudios.com - Maniac Studios: https://instagram.com/maniacstudiosberlin
Sperrt die Lauscher auf, wir haben die sexy Stimme aus dem hr-Gerichtspodcast zu Gast! Ja, die hat auch einen Namen: SGE-Edel-Fan Bastian Roth aka. Basti Red! Wir übertreiben nicht, wenn wir sagen, die elfte Episode hat echte Europapokal-Vibes! Doch wie immer gibt es auch dieses Mal nicht nur Gewinner, sondern auch richtige Loser … Aber bleibt es nur bei zwei Verlierern? Basti Red macht keinen Hehl daraus, dass er einen brutalen Crush auf Goncalo Paciencia hat. So offen hat sich der Frankfurter Skandal-Podcaster lange nicht präsentiert. Bahnt sich da etwa ein Rosenkrieg zwischen Basti und seinem Herzbuben Martin Hinteregger an? Und was sagt seine Freundin dazu? Wir haben „Hinti“ mit den Aussagen von Basti Red konfrontiert, doch die Ösi-Kante wollte sich dazu nicht äußern. Wer sich wohl auch ein paar Worte hätte sparen können … Moderator Bensinger! Zumindest wenn es nach Kollege Sprügel geht. Schon in der Herzblattrunde kommt es zu einem äußerst diskussionswürdigen Vorfall, der auf das Spiel großen Einfluss nimmt. Clever oder miese Nummer? Viel Reibung erzeugt aber auch viel Hitze! Verbrennt euch nicht die Ohren, wenn Bastis Reibeisen-Stimme euer Herz schneller schlagen lässt. Wir empfehlen: Fenster vor dem Hören öffnen, dann beschlagen sie nicht! Welcome to Schießbude Motherfu*****! Abonniere “Die Schießbude” jetzt auf [Apple Podcasts](https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/die-schie%C3%9Fbude/id1612285402), [Spotify](https://open.spotify.com/show/5uIKvTe8vaOL9dPgOFbkPQ?si=6d0585a895204c7b&nd=1), [Google Podcasts](https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9zY2hpZXNzYnVkZS5wb2RpZ2VlLmlvL2ZlZWQvbXAz), [AudioNow](https://audionow.de/podcast/6a03e80e-8027-4c39-9345-56952c797677), [Amazon Music](https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/a6a2813f-bac2-4b2d-82c6-b3566cf4da00/die-schie%C3%9Fbude) oder in deiner Podcast App! "Die Schießbude" ist ein Maniac Studios Original Podcast Folge uns: - Basti Red auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/basti_red - Die Schiessbude auf Instagram: https://instagram.com/dieschiessbude - Die Schiessbude auf Twitter: https://twitter.com/dieschiessbude - Die Schiessbude auf TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@schiessbude_podcast - Robby Hunke: https://instagram.com/robbyhunke - Maximilian Bensinger: https://instagram.com/maxbens - Daniel Sprügel: https://instagram.com/danielspruegel Unsere Werbepartner: - Holt euch die Fußballmanager-App unseres Werbepartners SPITCH und spielt in „dieschiessbude“ mit um den Spieltagssieg. Kommt in unsere SPITCH Community --> https://community.spitch.live/TRP9 - Der Hauptgewinn i.H.v 10.000 Euro für den guten Zweck wird präsentiert von unserem Werbepartner "FAIRsprochen", dem congstar Podcast zum Thema Fairness: https://maniacstudios.com/congstar Weiterführende Links: - Für Feedback, Anmerkungen, Gästewünsche und Anfragen meldet euch per E-Mail: schiessbude@maniacstudios.com - Weitere Sport-Podcasts von Maniac Studios gibt es hier: https://maniacstudios.com - Maniac Studios: https://instagram.com/maniacstudiosberlin
In this episode, the HWS guys FINALLY have a discussion solely (mostly) dedicated to all things breathing. They discuss:Why breathing is so crucialWhy most people aren't breathing correctlyHow it's our best lever for augmenting our wellbeing and controlling our stateSome of the issues associated and/or caused by poor breathing mechanicsHow it causes inflammationSleep apneaConfidence and presence through breathing intentionally - "Leaders are breathers"Nose breathing vs. mouth breathingAnd a whole lot moreWe hope you enjoy this one as it's something that we're ALWAYS talking about and working with people on and working on ourselves; it's truly become a foundational part of how we and many other's have changed their health and quality of living. WE LOVE YA"BREATHE MOTHERFU***R!" - Wim Hof Thank you to all the co-producers investing and supporting the show.EVERY little bit counts and helps us make this happenValue For Value Funding Model:https://pod.fan/health-and-wellness-and-shitHealth and Life Coaching/Guidance with Jaelin: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/saving.ivory/Create Your Unique Podcast With Purpose & Ease With Lachlan:https://calendly.com/lachlandunn23/call10% off grounding and emf protection products : https://www.earthingoz.com.au/?ref=lachlandunnMedicinal Mushrooms and Superfoods: https://teelixir.com/ Code lachlan10StoneAge Supplement Discounts 15% Store Wide: http://www.stoneagehealth.com.au?afmc=4aConnect with Jaelin:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/saving.ivory/Connect with Lachlan:https://linktr.ee/LachlanDunn6
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In this episode I speak about that weak motherfucker in your heads that tries its hardest to hold you down and torpedo your very existence. That voice is there!!!! Acknowledging that it's there is the first step in winning versus that voice. Think of your most wanted and desired goal and envision how it is going to feel when you achieve it! Pretty fucking nice right? Now envision that weak voice coming and telling you that you CANT. WHATS YOUR RESPONSE? Here's mine….. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/shawn-french/message
In this episode I speak about that weak motherfucker in your heads that tries its hardest to hold you down and torpedo your very existence. That voice is there!!!! Acknowledging that it's there is the first step in winning versus that voice. Think of your most wanted and desired goal and envision how it is going to feel when you achieve it! Pretty fucking nice right? Now envision that weak voice coming and telling you that you CANT. WHATS YOUR RESPONSE? Here's mine….. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/shawn-french/message
Lappenschluck… das muss man sich mal auf der Zunge zergehen lassen im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes… Üääääääähhhhrgggggsss. Aber was hat Ingo nu eigentlich geantwortet? Wer schläft in Seidenschlafanzügen mit Zehensocken? Was zur Hölle ist ein Sippo Antrag? Und wieso kann ich in meinen eigenen Notizen eigentlich nie meine Schrift lesen? … EGAL! (und jetzt hattet Ihr alle den Wendler auf seinem bekackten Sportboot im Kopf, richtig? Wo sind wir alle bloß gelandet… Das ist doch Wahnsinn was wir hier machen! Heinz? Käffken oder Tee? Ach und ich habe ja noch ne Klammer offen. Die muss ich ja auch irgendwann wieder schließen… muss ich ??? Naaaa? Naaaaaaaaa? Wer von Euch hält das aucs, wenn ich die Klammer jetzt nicht schließe? Naaaaaaaaaa? Ich halte das selber kaum aus, ehrlicherweise… Naja… los geht`s! Kussi! Eure Rennerpenner [WERBUNG] Natürlich wird unser aller Lieblingspodcast unterstützt! Nämlich auch weiterhin durch die geile Streetwear Schmiede USELESS-Streetwear! www.useless-streetwear.de USELESS steht seit 2013 für ausschließlich hochwertige Siebdrucke, eigene Designs mit vielen persönlichen und politischen Themen. Ein kleines Unternehmen mit Herz und Haltung und nachhaltigen und fair gehandelten Textilien. Gute Aktionen und tollen Support für gute Sachen: Zum Beispiel hier: https://www.useless-streetwear.de/actions-blue.html (Kein Affiliate Link!) Kauft das Shirt und 5 Euro gehen an Sea Watch! Das ganze Unternehmen könnt ihr transparent auf Instagram verfolgen: https://www.instagram.com/useless_streetwear [WERBUNG ENDE!!] So ab jetzt! Los Reingeranntos! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Reingerannt gibbet bei: TWITTER: https://twitter.com/reingerannt INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/reingerannt SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/1TceLMVW4zzqt15VYiZmIn ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Reingerannt, the Samba Dampf - der irgendwas Podcast. Guido Knollmann von den Donots, Johan Grimstein und Philipp Meyer-Wien lassen es einfach kommen. Keine Ahnung was hinter der nächsten Ecke auf sie wartet, keinen Plan und schon mal gar kein Konzept! Dafür hacken sich die Drei mit angespitzter Trockenfuttergeleemachete durch den Dschungel alltäglicher Abenteuer und Ungereimtheiten. Sie erhellen den Pfad der Gerechten immer wieder mit Lebensweisheiten, die wirklich jeder in den Sommerferien an einer Autobahnraststätte anleinen und links liegen lassen sollte. Ein kokoscurrysuppenfarbenes Leuchtfeuer aus Anekdoten, kecken Kalendersprüchen und messerscharf formulierten Hypothesen - die das Leben auch nicht besser, aber beknackter machen - wartet hier auf Euch! Ein bunter Blumenstrauß aus Hack mit dicken Bohnen. Viel Spaß! Jede Woche neu! Dieser Podcast wird produziert von: www.burningflag.de Hahaaaaaaa… ich hab`die Klammer immer noch nicht zu gemacht… Heftig! Was bin ich für ein krasser Motherfu**er! #uselessstreatwear #reingerannt #burningflag #donots #podcast #guidodonot #comedy #ibbenbueren #immernochkeineklammerzu #lappenschluck #rollmoepse #immernochnicht
"Psst Mireille, ça va ?" "Baaaaaah, comme un lundi de rentrée !" Dans cet épisode, je te parle de mon ancienne prof d'anglais, d'acronymes chiants, de jobs d'été pourris et surtout, WAAAIT FOR IT, cet épisode signe le grand retour de ... MARC ! Pour soutenir la création de ce podcast, il n'y a rien de plus simple : abonne-toi sur ta plateforme d'écoute préférée, laisse un commentaire qui déchire sur l'application Podcast d'Apple et partage en masse cet épisode sur tes réseaux sociaux ! Enfin, pour ne rater aucune actualité du podcast, tu peux aussi me suivre sur Instagram, à l'adresse suivante : @confessions_le_podcast ! Illustration de l'épisode : @strasboudoir.
In this week's episode, our random heroes learn the importance of handling their anger issues with laughs, wise cracks, threats, Christmas Trees, and acts of violence. Special appearances by Kevin, J. Cribb, and B. Smith
Running barefoot through broken glass. Jumping off a skyscraper with nothing but a fire hose wrapped around your waist. Alan Rickman's superb performance as a German financial terrorist. The oft-quoted Bruce Willis line: "Yippee Ki-Yay, Motherfu**er!" These are all part of action-movie cinematic history. Today, Steve Greene takes you from the effervescent highs of Die Hard to the abominable lows of A Good Day to Die Hard. So grab a frosty beverage and strap in for a bumpy, slightly inebriated ride through the entirety of the Die Hard canon. Follow the podcast on Insta: @shttheydonttellyou Follow Nikki on Insta: @NikkiLimo Follow Steve on Insta: @SteveGreeneComedy To watch the podcast on YouTube: http://bit.ly/STDTYPodYouTube Don't forget to subscribe to the podcast for free wherever you're listening, or by using this link: http://bit.ly/ShtTheyDontTellYou If you want to support the show, and get all our episodes ad-free go to: https://stdty.supercast.tech/ If you like the show, telling a friend about it would be amazing! You can text, email, Tweet, or send this link to a friend: http://bit.ly/ShtTheyDontTellYou To submit your questions/feedback, email us at: podcast@nikki.limo To call in with questions/feedback, leave us a voicemail at: (765) 734-0840 To visit our Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/stikki To watch more Nikki & Steve on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/nikkilimo Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
If you're a heavy drinker with aspirations of quitting, you'll know that the thought of the first day without booze is scarier than anything. This podcast series begins on the night of Vincent Hero's last alcoholic beverage and chronicles the struggles and the satisfactions of every single pain in the a** day since. Follow along and listen to a borderline autistic idiot with a shi**y attitude, be honest and re**rded, in an attempt to remain sober. --------------------------------------------------------
If you're a heavy drinker with aspirations of quitting, you'll know that the thought of the first day without booze is scarier than anything. This podcast series begins on the night of Vincent Hero's last alcoholic beverage and chronicles the struggles and the satisfactions of every single pain in the a** day since. Follow along and listen to a borderline autistic idiot with a shi**y attitude, be honest and re**rded, in an attempt to remain sober. --------------------------------------------------------
Welcome to The Gun Experiment. This week Keith and I speak with a competition shooter, discuss training classes and fight predators. I just want to remind everyone that we drop new episodes on the 2nd and 4th Tuesday of every month so be sure to subscribe and share the show with friends. Subscribe here If you like the content we're creating, we'd appreciate it if you'd head over to apple podcasts and leave us a 5 star review as well as a comment. Sponsors: Resurgentarms.com Get 12% off with our discount code “Gunexperiment12” Flat Line Fiber Co Get 10 % off with our discount Code “TGE10” I. Interview () Our guest tonight is a Black belt in Tae kwon Do, an expert high powered rifle competitor, and proudly goes by the name Rifle Number 13, please welcome Eva Barin to the show. II. Run and Gun () III. Let's Mix it Up () Tonight on Let's mix it up we are going to discuss professional firearms training. Mike and Keith Review: Intuitive Shooting Fundamentals Class Eva Review: Small Arms Firing School (SAFS) IV. Shootin' the Shit () Tonight on Shootin' the shit we debate “Would you rather fight for your life against a crocodile or a shark?” V. Outro () We want to thank Eva for coming on the show and telling us all about her journey and sharing her knowledge of high power rifle competition. Be sure to check her out on instagram: Instagram To everyone listening we want to thank you again for taking time out of your day to tune into our show; You can find links in the show notes to all of our social media, so be sure to follow us Instagram, Facebook and Twitter so we can keep the conversation going. Facebook Instagram Twitter We may earn a small portion of the sale from some of the product/service links discussed in our show and provided in these notes. It doesn't come at a cost to you, but helps us to grow the show, buy gear to review and continue to create great content. We will never affiliate ourselves with companies or products that we do not personally stand behind. Thank you for your support.
YOWDER The Homie Electra Telesford Pulled Up Vaccines motherfu#ker! or Not New perspectives maybe ? PT 2 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
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Emergency podcast giving our reactions to an NCAA Tournament instant classic and the Zags going back to the National Championship game for the second time in the last four tournaments. Twitter: @ZagTalk, @DrewTimmeStache. @BMerryZag Instagram: @ZagTalk
Was ist denn jetzt los? Timm rechnet in dieser Folge eiskalt und unbarmherzig mit dem Musikbusiness ab und im Gegensatz dazu, wird Ralf „altersmilde“. Es fallen eine Menge Schimpfworte und plötzlich endet der Podcast erwünscht unerwartet. Außerdem wer Menschen gerne beim „Zedern“ zuhört und schlechte Witze mag, der die Balance zwischen Genie und Wahnsinn toll findet oder einfach sich nur über eine Stunde Featuring freut, wird mit dieser Folge viel Spass haben. Abonnieren: https://fdmp.lnk.to/Podcast Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/featuringderpodcast/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/featuringderpodcast Website: http://www.fdmp.eu Equipment RØDECaster Pro https://amzn.to/2v5D9cc Rode Procaster Quality Dynamic Mikrofon https://amzn.to/2Uh2ABN Kopfhörer Ralf: Technics RP DJ 1200 EK https://amzn.to/2X9oqZV Kopfhörer von Timm: Sennheiser HD 25 https://amzn.to/2v4Blk0a
Hey Hey Hey hey hey, This one is good! We try to talk football, but we get caught up in some legendary Simmons & Stewart stories while working for The Leafs. We take a shallow dive into the world of TSN & Bell Media to find out what the eff is going on. And, of course we talk The Superbowl. We discuss our favourite prop bets and really who we trust more. Does one of us have trust issues? Have a listen and find out. Enjoy!
Hey Hey Hey hey hey, We are back for Round 3 of The NFL Conference Championships talking some pigskin. But, it's not entirely football. I ask the boys, "Would you go through two harsh winters for 5 straight years of summer"? The answer might surprise you.Also, is McGregor winning this weekend and will Khabib come back if so?And of course, everything football where we break down everything from last weekends games to all the odds. The boys were on point as per usual on this one.Enjoy!
Hey Hey Hey hey hey, The Mikes are back with Part Two of our weekly NFL FOOTBALL MOTHERFU$%ERS podcast. The boys came packing heat with some incredible stats, numbers, bets and predictions. Can The Buffalo Bills take down Lamar Jackson? Can The Saints actually beat The Bucs three times in a season? How are those ribs Aaron Donald? And much much more. Enjoy!
Hey Hey Hey hey hey, I catch up with my buddies, Mike Stewart and Mike Simmons and we break down this epic weekend of football. Can The Cleveland Browns win without a coach? Is this Drew Breese last game? Can Lamar Jackson get his first playoff win? We cover it all and more. Also, we are trying to go 13-0 while making some juicy bets and props. Follow along to see how well we did. Enjoy!
This episode Dr. Jayhem & Mr. High go over last episodes found footage homework which was "V/H/S 2" and "Exists". The guys then dig in to some Thanksgiving Horror which seems to leave them still hungry. Tune in, turn up and as always, Keep It Creepy!
Jessica and Kaitlyn recap Thankskilling (2008), a fowl feature that will leave you stuffed with regret. Support the show (http://www.venmo.com/WYDM-Podcast)
Don't lose the intended spirit of holidays in the stress of it all. Use these tips to help optimize your holiday season. IG: @OptimizedAF Blake's IG: @BlakeRayhons Stacie's IG: @StacieMallen Watch This Episode on YouTube: Optimized AF YouTube Channel Listen on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/optimized-af/id1527846769 Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0RPviWPnYfNUPZ2YTeMmoT?si=rFJGbptQTj2CVCDNeJak3g
Olá, mamíferos. Nesse Dinossauro Budista we did a muito special episódio: Misturamos two idiomas e falamos sobre APRENDER INGLÊS já que temos- além da comédia e o gosto duvidoso - isso em comum! Mande sua crítica ou sugestão, dúvida ou elogio para dinossaurobudista@gmail.com
Howdy y'all! Do you ever read a book and really love it, and then try to tell someone else about it and realize wait....is this actually good? Your co-host Rachel finds herself in this exact situation this week as she tells Margie all about The Bridegroom by Linda Lael Miller. I guess you'll just have to decide for yourself!
Happy Mother's Day and season 2 kickoff episode! Maaaannnn did y'all go to the Jill Scott/Erykah Badu concert?! Should men buy their child's mom a Mother's Day gift if he has a new woman in his life? Did this man pressure or motivate his pregnant wife to exercise with him? Follow us on Instagram @hmhspodcast and let us answer your questions at hismamaherson@gmail.com! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Cancon recap, Summer Smash recap, Saggy-T (SAGT) prep, important announcements, NC Dave singing, more of 'What's in the box??', a new segment for those tactical gamers out there and Joel makes an important announcement. Also a battletome review for Wrath of the Everchosen. And somehow the boys managed to fit it all into a compact episode! NC Dave, Joel & special guest Pat Nevin are here to bring glory to your day, laughter to your heart and soiled panties to your face.
Ja, im Liegen sind 'se alle gleich groß. Dennoch war meine stattliche Körpergröße von 1,83m viele Jahre etwas, das mich sehr beschäftigte und zeitweise ziemlich unglücklich machte. In dieser Episode erzähle ich euch von meiner Topmodel Casting Erfahrung, mobbenden Ar***geigen, kleineren Beziehungspartnern und schließlich davon, wieso man, egal, in welchem Punkt man äußerlich von der Norm abweicht, einfach verdammt nochmal sagen darf: Ich bin verdammt nochmal ein echter Motherfu**** und genau richtig! BASTA! Instagram: natigrebe
Painfully contrived or a stroke of genius? We chat about THAT Boris Johnson campaign video and naughty Brewdog's 'Sober as a Motherfu' campaign. Then, we ask if Clemmie Hooper's influencer trolling has caused irreparable damage to the Mother of Daughters brand, and celebrate as the Financial Times finally appoints its first female editor.
Tonight ... -Thoughts on the Jordan Myles shirt -David Starr: “I’m a millennial di**head. Listen to me whine” -“Speaking of di**heads. Lio Rush ...” -Bobby Anthem puts it down -The “no-legs dude” on DeathMatch Russell -Getting ready for Cage of Death —“If it was one of those concerts with multiple stages, this would be the ‘local talent’ stage” —“Motherfu**ers are gonna be taking a pi** break during the main event” -“Chris Dickinson had beat the s**t out of Jordan Olive Oyl” -BLK Out = Kreeps With Kids —Hobby Marino -The return of Bigot Smalls -Teddy F’N Trouble ... and more!
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Matt & Scot join self-appointed park protector Pete Seapress (Thomas Middleditch) as he watches over Yellowstone National Park during the government shutdown. Additional voices: Anosh McAdam Music: The Cure - Boys Don’t Cry, Eddie Vedder - Hard Sun Check out Thomas's touring improv show with Ben Schwartz, Middleditch & Schwartz! And go see Under The Eiffel Tower, in select cities and On Demand starring our very own Matt Walsh! Peace!
"It's Just a Talk" is a new Queer Latinx Millennial Podcast where we come to Talk Tea, Talk Truth, and always Talk Shit. This is Episode 011; brought to you by "Tamales" in this episode we discuss - Rapid Fire Questions with our guest - Our guest introduces themselves - RuPaul All Stars 4 - Bird Box - Selena Netflix - Aladdin First Look - Keenan Peele's "US" First Look - 2018 best and worst - 2019 hopes and goals - Yalitza Aparicio - Angela Ponce - Sandra Oh - Gov't Shut Down - Rashida Tlaib; Impeach the Motherfu**r - Tunisia in riots - American Marine in Russian Custody - We talk shit Contact your Host Mauricio at @itsjustatalk on Instagram, Twitter, Snap Chat, or by Email: podcast.itsjustatalk@gmail.com Follow my guest James Paniagua on Instagram @jamesdeanpaniagua and Twitter @jamespaniagua_
Sun, 16 Dec 2018 12:26:56 +0000 https://hiddenchvmps.podigee.io/65-47-social-media-owner-brandbuilder-smart-motherfu-er-nick-geringer-1 56bba7b0374445ad8442051eb631b7e4 Mister Master Mindset himself! Nick Geringer ist wenige Tage vor unserem Gespräch 21 geworden. Und was hat der Typ schon alles geschafft. Mit 17 hat Nick sich dazu entschieden die Schule vorzeitig zu beenden, um sich mit vollem Fokus auf sein... Mister Master Mindset himself! Nick Geringer ist wenige Tage vor unserem Gespräch 21 geworden. Und was hat der Typ schon alles geschafft. Mit 17 hat Nick sich dazu entschieden die Schule vorzeitig zu beenden, um sich mit vollem Fokus auf sein Business zu konzentrieren. Sagen wir so: es war nicht die schlechteste Entscheidung. Heute ist Nick Owner einer Online Marketing Agency und hat viele seiner Ziele, die er sich vor vier Jahren gesetzt hat, bereits erreicht. Das Gespräch mit Nick verläuft nicht gradlinig; es hat Ecken und Kanten, wir sprechen darüber, wie man es mit 21 dort hin schaffen kann und was dafür vielleicht auch mal auf der Strecke bleiben musste. Nick lebt heute mit seiner Freundin Sarah und Husky Hector in Frankfurt. Auch diese beiden sollen eine gewisse Rolle im Interview spielen. Schnallt euch gut an und stellt euch auf ein Interview der etwas anderen Art ein! Ich bin ganz besonders stolz und wünsche euch nur die best vibes für diese Episode! Hier für euch die 47. Folge des Podcasts "Motivation is Bullshit" von Christoph Heribert von Meyer. Heute mit einem besonderen Gast: Nick Geringer - Du musst ein smarter Motherfu**er sein! Eine Episode, die mir persönlich sehr am Herzen liegt! Ich hoffe und wünsche, dass etwas von dem rüberkommt, was ich euch vermitteln möchte und wünsche euch viel Spaß. Und denkt immer daran: Feedback ist das Frühstück der Gewinner! Wenn euch der Podcast gefällt, ihr Ideen oder Anregungen (auch für Themen) habt, dann seid nicht schüchtern und immer her damit! Dieser Podcast lebt davon, dass ich im ständigen Austausch mit den Zuhörern stehe - ich möchte wissen, was euch bewegt und wie ihr denkt. Vergesst den Daumen hoch nicht, kommentiert immer gern und lasst mir im allerbesten Fall auch noch ein Abo da! In diesem Sinne eine erfolgreiche Restwoche! ►► Folgt mir für Daily Content bei IG: @christophheribert https://www.instagram.com/christophheribert. ►► photocredits: @paulanantje https://www.instagram.com/paulanantje/ ►► Folgt Nick auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nickgeringer/ https://images.podigee.com/0x,sNmG2tTwCYAOeqRd6ZNmjE8VZrIb-YxD0SMi-7rPNjIE=/https://cdn.podigee.com/uploads/u11211/6c870660-c153-44f8-9bed-65ea39196d50.png 65: - Social Media Owner, Brandbuilder & Smart Motherfu**er Nick Geringer!#1 https://hiddenchvmps.podigee.io/65-47-social-media-owner-brandbuilder-smart-motherfu-er-nick-geringer-1 65 full Mister Master Mindset himself! Nick Geringer ist wenige Tage vor unserem Gespräch 21 geworden. Und was hat der Typ schon alles geschafft. Mit 17 hat Nick sich dazu entschieden die Schule vorzeitig zu beenden, um sich mit vollem Fokus auf sein... no Christoph Heribert von Mey
Sun, 16 Dec 2018 12:22:21 +0000 https://hiddenchvmps.podigee.io/64-47-social-media-owner-brandbuilder-smart-motherfu-er-nick-geringer-2 0b835425e5df47a09ce5c18a275b8c7a Mister Master Mindset himself! Nick Geringer ist wenige Tage vor unserem Gespräch 21 geworden. Und was hat der Typ schon alles geschafft. Mit 17 hat Nick sich dazu entschieden die Schule vorzeitig zu beenden, um sich mit vollem Fokus auf sein... Mister Master Mindset himself! Nick Geringer ist wenige Tage vor unserem Gespräch 21 geworden. Und was hat der Typ schon alles geschafft. Mit 17 hat Nick sich dazu entschieden die Schule vorzeitig zu beenden, um sich mit vollem Fokus auf sein Business zu konzentrieren. Sagen wir so: es war nicht die schlechteste Entscheidung. Heute ist Nick Owner einer Online Marketing Agency und hat viele seiner Ziele, die er sich vor vier Jahren gesetzt hat, bereits erreicht. Das Gespräch mit Nick verläuft nicht gradlinig; es hat Ecken und Kanten, wir sprechen darüber, wie man es mit 21 dort hin schaffen kann und was dafür vielleicht auch mal auf der Strecke bleiben musste. Nick lebt heute mit seiner Freundin Sarah und Husky Hector in Frankfurt. Auch diese beiden sollen eine gewisse Rolle im Interview spielen. Schnallt euch gut an und stellt euch auf ein Interview der etwas anderen Art ein! Ich bin ganz besonders stolz und wünsche euch nur die best vibes für diese Episode! Hier für euch die 47. Folge des Podcasts "Motivation is Bullshit" von Christoph Heribert von Meyer. Heute mit einem besonderen Gast: Nick Geringer - Du musst ein smarter Motherfu**er sein! Eine Episode, die mir persönlich sehr am Herzen liegt! Ich hoffe und wünsche, dass etwas von dem rüberkommt, was ich euch vermitteln möchte und wünsche euch viel Spaß. Und denkt immer daran: Feedback ist das Frühstück der Gewinner! Wenn euch der Podcast gefällt, ihr Ideen oder Anregungen (auch für Themen) habt, dann seid nicht schüchtern und immer her damit! Dieser Podcast lebt davon, dass ich im ständigen Austausch mit den Zuhörern stehe - ich möchte wissen, was euch bewegt und wie ihr denkt. Vergesst den Daumen hoch nicht, kommentiert immer gern und lasst mir im allerbesten Fall auch noch ein Abo da! In diesem Sinne eine erfolgreiche Restwoche! ►► Folgt mir für Daily Content bei IG: @christophheribert https://www.instagram.com/christophheribert ►► photocredits: @paulanantje https://www.instagram.com/paulanantje/ ►► Folgt Nick auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nickgeringer/ https://images.podigee.com/0x,sClHhS8OJx0ztoUD7CpgNwmjI4d_8x2CWBoh-PcTFbY8=/https://cdn.podigee.com/uploads/u11211/21449806-dc60-44c8-af6f-f0fa6f706e9f.png 64: - Social Media Owner, Brandbuilder & Smart Motherfu**er Nick Geringer!#2 https://hiddenchvmps.podigee.io/64-47-social-media-owner-brandbuilder-smart-motherfu-er-nick-geringer-2 64 full Mister Master Mindset himself! Nick Geringer ist wenige Tage vor unserem Gespräch 21 geworden. Und was hat der Typ schon alles geschafft. Mit 17 hat Nick sich dazu entschieden die Schule vorzeitig zu beenden, um sich mit vollem Fokus auf sein... no Christoph Heribert von Mey
I Want Soup And Donuts, Motherfu**er
On this weeks episode, A-Aron finally takes the reigns! What does he have up his sleeve? Take a listen to find out! It also seems like Aaron is a wiz with the soundboard and doesn’t need Tiffany’s help at all. How will this fair in future episodes? Guess you gotta keep listening to find out! Socially.... •Twitter & Instagram: @holddthemayo •Snap: @tiffers727 @darealaa-ron Blogging at.... ➡️www.holddthemayo.com⬅️ Contact.... •Email: tiffany@holddthemayo.com
Season 4 - Episode 7 - “ONE YEAR MOTHERFU……” Dan brings booze. The RocnessMonster is an idiot. Enjoy a very off-putting conversation with Jawa-bean, Ray-Ray, and Adam. A star-studded episode with people you've never heard of! Just shut up and listen….. Thanks to bensound.com for our music. Special thanks to: the8oclockstop.com EagleEpoxy.us The Genesee Beard Co. AND MOSTLY TO OUR FRIENDS AND FANS!!! You're the reason for any and all of our success. Thanks for giving us an awesome year!! We look forward to many more!!!! Trump has no dick!!! No dick at all people!!!!
Season 4 - Episode 7 - “ONE YEAR MOTHERFU……” Dan brings booze. The RocnessMonster is an idiot. Enjoy a very off-putting conversation with Jawa-bean, Ray-Ray, and Adam. A star-studded episode with people you’ve never heard of! Just shut up and listen….. Thanks to bensound.com for our music. Special thanks to: the8oclockstop.com EagleEpoxy.us The Genesee Beard Co. AND MOSTLY TO OUR FRIENDS AND FANS!!! You’re the reason for any and all of our success. Thanks for giving us an awesome year!! We look forward to many more!!!! Trump has no dick!!! No dick at all people!!!!
Episode 25! A brand new old show is welcomed into the fold. That show is... MANIMAL! Oh yes. We start with: Voyagers! Amy the Conqueror gets very jealous. We continue with: The Immortal! Dan gets surprised by a very charming episode. We conclude with: Manimal! The 90-minute pilot. And a new guest host. Charlie Brown of the bands The Motherfu*&ing Browns and Strange Animal. He's also the host of Podcastmania (which Dan appears on). They get very detailed in their enjoyment of Manimal. Plus, very quick openings and closings in this extra-long episode. Listen and enjoy.
Julio and Jackie decide to stage an “intervention” that turns ugly in Ralph’s apartment. Starring the original Broadway cast: Chris Rock, Bobby Cannavale, Annabella Sciorra, Yul Vazquez, and Elizabeth Rodriguez. Directed by Jace Alexander and written by Stephen Adly Guirgis. Recorded before a live audience at the UCLA James Bridges Theater in January 2013.
Jackie discovers the true identity of the title character and it’s driving him crazy. Starring the original Broadway cast: Chris Rock, Bobby Cannavale, Annabella Sciorra, Yul Vazquez, and Elizabeth Rodriguez. Directed by Jace Alexander and written by Stephen Adly Guirgis. Recorded before a live audience at the UCLA James Bridges Theater in January 2013.
Jackie’s convinced Veronica’s been sleeping with her downstairs neighbor, so he confronts the guy and shows him who’s boss –but it turns out Jackie’s got the wrong guy with the wrong hat – so just who has Veronica been messing around with? Starring the original Broadway cast: Chris Rock, Bobby Cannavale, Annabella Sciorra, Yul Vazquez, and Elizabeth Rodriguez. Directed by Jace Alexander and written by Stephen Adly Guirgis. Recorded in Los Angeles before a live audience at the UCLA James Bridges Theater in January 2013.
Jackie, an ex-con and recovering addict, comes home to his beloved Veronica and finds a stranger’s hat on the kitchen table. This sends Jackie into a frenzy, forcing his sobriety sponsor Ralph to do everything he can to keep Jackie from relapsing - or worse.Starring the original Broadway cast: Chris Rock, Bobby Cannavale, Annabella Sciorra, Yul Vazquez, and Elizabeth Rodriguez. Directed by Jace Alexander and written by Stephen Adly Guirgis. Recorded before a live audience at the UCLA James Bridges Theater in January 2013.
Episode 4.8: Motherfu @#’#rs Basement In which Mike Royce reveals the worst celebrity stomach in Hollywood, argues why Lex Luthor needs to be a certain kind of slap head, and knows that Vertigo was never really a problem. Kris Heys arranges an interview with a man whose penis has been severed, wants the lo-down on Monkey and his theme tune, and wonders whether Marmalade Atkins ever made it past the upper atmosphere. Starburst Shauna just tweets rude pics. The Adventure Game is fondly remembered, it’s time for the latest Red Bull News, and who ripped off Starburst for four grand? [The Video Dead is now available on DVD] All recordings are issued under official license from Fab Radio International
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