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Today on Too Opinionated, we visit with our good friend, comedian/actress Alice Wetterlund! If you enjoy the episode and love Resident Alien, please consider following and subscribing to the show, or leaving a 5 stars review. This helps the podcast so much! Make sure to check out all our great Resident Alien interviews here: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbjgvaCt6qMGvAPX1Zu-UyRb4QtLxQDSr&si=NehbrZ5bi-D84wyP Alice Wetterlund is a stand-up comedian and actor originally from Minneapolis, Minnesota. She performs regularly at all the UCBees as well as San Francisco's Punchline, and LA's Largo and The Hollywood Improv as well as festivals and clubs throughout the continent. She currently resides in LA with her two feline sons, Biscuit and Birdie. In addition to her tv appearances doing stand up on Conan, Adam Divine's House Party, and Viceland, you can see Alice as Carla Walton in seasons two and three of HBO's Silicon Valley, as Kelly Grady on TBS's People of Earth, and as Darcy in SYFY's Resident Alien. Her full length hour special My Mama is a Human and So Am I is now streaming on Amazon Prime. Want to watch: YouTube Meisterkhan Pod (Please Subscribe)
“The first thing you noticed about her was her face. It was an amazing face; fast and funny and beautiful. She was a big, eat-the-world, pass-the-bourbon, soft kind of woman.” - Denny Doherty, on his Mamas and The Papas bandmate Cass ElliotYou can call her fancy, you can call her plain, but don't call her Mama anymore! Trish, AKA DJ Flower Power of The Hippie Hour, joins Emma and Abby for an episode dedicated to the one she loves: heart and soul of the Mamas and the Papas and Laurel Canyon queen, Cass Elliot. Plus: Abby's got some important Holy Land USA developments and Trish shares some of her favorite highway attractions. Only a little bit of hair was harmed in the making of this special episode of the Dolls Podcast, available wherever you stream your podcasts
Text us about this show.From Hillary Reynolds' website bio: "Originally from Appleton, Wisconsin, Hillary Reynolds has been living and songwriting in Los Angeles for several years. Her songs have been recorded by Little Big Town (“Next to You”) and Dani Rose (“Got It from My Mama”) and can be heard on Yellowstone and Loudermilk." Going from playing an old upright piano at Copper Rock Coffee in downtown Appleton to studying Berklee School of Music in Boston to a blossoming career in Los Angeles that includes duetting with Trevor Jarvis in Peridot, Hillary seems to have done it all yet there's so much more in store for this talented songstress. "Leave No Trace" written and performed by the Hillary Reynolds Band℗ 2011 Hillary Reynolds Band LLC. Used with permission of Hillary Reynolds."Listen" and "Mercy" performed by Peridotwritten by Hillary Reynolds and Trevor Jarvis℗ 2024 Jarvis Reynolds Music LLC. Used with permission of Hillary Reynolds.This episode is sponsored by Melody Audiology LLCAudiology Services for All Specializing in musicians, music industry professionals, and hearing conservation.Support the showVisit Into The Music at https://intothemusicpodcast.com!Support the show: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/intothemusic E-mail us at intothemusic@newprojectx.com YouTube Facebook Instagram INTO THE MUSIC is a production of Project X Productions.Host/producer: Rob MarnochaVoiceovers: Brad BordiniRecording, engineering, and post production: Rob MarnochaOpening theme: "Aerostar" by Los Straitjackets* (℗2013 Yep Roc Records)Closing theme: "Close to Champaign" by Los Straitjackets* (℗1999 Yep Roc Records)*Used with permission of Eddie Angel of Los StraitjacketsThis podcast copyright ©2025 by Project X Productions. All rights reserve...
THE HALF-GOD OF RAINFALLBY INUA ELLAMSDIRECTED BY LINDSAY SMILINGFebruary 11 – March 2, 2025Nigerian-born British poet and playwright Inua Ellams blends Yoruba and Greek mythologies into an incredible story of a demigod-turned-NBA superstar in The Half-God of Rainfall. The epic poem follows a half-Nigerian mortal, half-Greek God named Demi, who possesses extraordinary powers yet is burdened by the expectations of his lineage. Demi's powers grow as he leaves his West Nigerian village for the bright lights of the NBA, where he emerges as an all-world talent driven by passion, power, and destiny. Under the directorial vision of Wilma Co-Artistic Director Lindsay Smiling, (recently seen on stage in Fat Ham and My Mama and the Full-Scale Invasion) The Half-God of Rainfall features the HotHouse Acting Company and explores the intersection of patriarchy, imperialism, and American basketball.Suli Holum (she/her) received a Helen Hayes nomination for her role in The Wilma's My Mama and the Full Scale Invasion (co-produced with DC's Woolly Mammoth Theatre Co). Co-Founder Pig Iron Theatre Company and Stein | Holum Projects (SHP). Awards: Drama Desk Award, TCG/Fox Resident Actor Fellowship, Barrymore Award, Independence Fellowship, NEFA Touring Grant. Solo performance: Chimera and The Wholehearted (SHP) presented by FringeArts, HERE/Under the Radar, La Jolla Playhouse, Center Theatre Group (LA), Z Space and The Gate (London). In development: The Woman Question, Pew supported commission for Peoples' Light with HotHouse member Melanye Finister. Wilma: Romeo and Juliet, Dance Nation, Minor Character, Cherry Orchard, Twelfth Night. Off-Broadway: Hot and Throbbing (Signature Theater); Regional: Born Yesterday (Arena Stage); International: A Doll's House (FringeArts/Oslo Opera House); TV/Film: Baby Grief, The Fourth Wall, Ghostlight, Law & Order SVU, Mare of Easttown. FOR TICKETS AND INFORMATION: https://wilmatheater.org/event/thehalfgodofrainfall/
Mama's Kitchen - Food for the Soul, Recipes for Living GUEST: Johnny Tan SYNOPSIS: Join Teresa and Johnny as they explore the release of the 15th Anniversary Edition of My Mama's Kitchen: Food for the Soul, Recipes for Living. Celebrated as a Mom's Choice Award winner and endorsed by the National Association of Mothers' Centers, this inspiring book highlights the transformative power of unconditional motherly love and emphasizes the belief that personal success starts at home. https://amzn.to/3ZNBiXL JOHNNY'S WEBSITES: www.JoyfulLiving360.com www.FromMyMamasKitchen.Org www.FromMyMamasKitchenTalkRadio.com www.ExperientialKeynoteSpeakerJohnnyTan.com BIO: Johnny Tan is a Social Entrepreneur, Experiential Keynote Speaker, Career & Life Coach, Mentor, Talk Show Host, and the Founder & CEO of From My Mama's Kitchen®, a 501c3 nonprofit Genius Zone Educational Platform Community Enrichment Program advocating “Personal Success Begins at Home, The Power of Unconditional Love, and Living and Performing in Our Genius Zone” to build a better world. He is also the Publisher of “Inspirations for Better Living,” a digital magazine, owner of WordsHavePower.store, and is a multi-award-winning and bestselling author. Johnny experienced a Spiritual Awakening while writing his first book, From My Mama's Kitchen ~ “food for the soul, recipes for living,” honoring his 9 Moms. The book is about the power of unconditional motherly love and practical, timeless principles for living life he learned from his 9 Moms, his teachers, coaches, counselors, and cheerleaders. Johnny recently released The 15th Anniversary Special Editon From My Mama's Kitchen ~ “food for the soul, recipes for living” My 9 MOMS - Conversations about Life, Love, and Laughter, to honor and celebrate the impact his 9 moms have had on his life in leaving a legacy of love. Johnny was awarded the prestigious 2020-2021 Top 100 Visionaries in Education by the Global Forum for Education and Learning (GFEL), and in 2022, he was invited to be an Executive Contributor to the Global BRAINZ Magazine. Video Version: https://youtu.be/tHUgMjZnaSw?si=oP71lUA1Xacu_TPq Chat with Teresa during Live Show with Video Stream: write a question on YouTub Learn more about Teresa here: https://www.webebookspublishing.com http://authenticendeavorspublishing.com/
Today's poem is Ode to My Mama and “The Purple Dress,” circa 1992-1993 by Brittany Rogers. The Slowdown is your daily poetry ritual. In this episode, Major writes… "It's disconcerting seeing the younger me all these years later. I notice the sensitive, mildly insecure yet intellectually hungry me. I was trying to see a hidden world through the camera's lens, my inner life in concert with the world around me. These pictures reveal how I strained to feel worthy. Time has cloaked that younger me in layers of earned confidence and extensive growth. I am not sure anyone in my life today would recognize that overly conscious, shy young man." Celebrate the power of poems with a gift to The Slowdown today. Every donation makes a difference: https://tinyurl.com/rjm4synp
As the author of the children’s book My Mama is a Pilot, Saba Shahid says she wants children to feel “represented and valued” through her stories. Only 1% of commercial airline pilots are women of color. And Saba Shahid’s path to becoming a pilot is a little bit different than most. It actually started as a pandemic hobby! Saba Shahid is this year’s recipient of the Girl Scouts Legacy of Leadership Award. She joins us for the hour to talk about her remarkable career, and her work as a Lifetime Girl Scout. GUESTS: Saba Shahid: Author, pilot, and recipient of this year's Girl Scouts of Connecticut 2024 Legacy of Leadership Award Elicia Pegues Spearman: CEO of the Girl Scouts of Connecticut Stephanie Abrams: President & CEO of the New England Air Museum Where We Live is available as a podcast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Music, TuneIn, Listen Notes, or wherever you get your podcasts. Subscribe and never miss an episode. This episode originally aired September 17, 2024.Support the show: http://wnpr.org/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
As the author of the children's book My Mama is a Pilot, Saba Shahid says she wants children to feel “represented and valued” through her stories. Only 1% of commercial airline pilots are women of color. And Saba Shahid's path to becoming a pilot is a little bit different than most. It actually started as a pandemic hobby! Saba Shahid is this year's recipient of the Girl Scouts Legacy of Leadership Award. She joins us for the hour to talk about her remarkable career, and her work as a Lifetime Girl Scout. GUESTS: Saba Shahid: Author, pilot, and recipient of this years Girl Scouts of Connecticut 2024 Legacy of Leadership Award Elicia Pegues Spearman: CEO of the Girl Scouts of Connecticut Stephanie Abrams: President & CEO of the New England Air Museum Support the show: http://wnpr.org/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
8/21/24: Larry Hott w/ Maggie Mailer: "How to Come Alive with Norman Mailer." Producer Robert Freeman & actor Jaris Hanson on the play "My Mama and the Full Scale Invasion." Brian Adams & ED Tim Johnson of Native Plant Trust. Dusty Christensen: Democratic Convention & Holyoke police dragnet?
8/21/24: Larry Hott w/ Maggie Mailer: "How to Come Alive with Norman Mailer." Producer Robert Freeman & actor Jaris Hanson on the play "My Mama and the Full Scale Invasion." Brian Adams & ED Tim Johnson of Native Plant Trust. Dusty Christensen: Democratic Convention & Holyoke police dragnet?
8/21/24: Larry Hott w/ Maggie Mailer: "How to Come Alive with Norman Mailer." Producer Robert Freeman & actor Jaris Hanson on the play "My Mama and the Full Scale Invasion." Brian Adams & ED Tim Johnson of Native Plant Trust. Dusty Christensen: Democratic Convention & Holyoke police dragnet?
8/21/24: Larry Hott w/ Maggie Mailer: "How to Come Alive with Norman Mailer." Producer Robert Freeman & actor Jaris Hanson on the play "My Mama and the Full Scale Invasion." Brian Adams & ED Tim Johnson of Native Plant Trust. Dusty Christensen: Democratic Convention & Holyoke police dragnet?
Owen Elliot-Kugell, daughter of ‘Mama Cass' Elliot, offers a heartfelt look into her mother's life and career while The post My Mama, Cass appeared first on The Strange Brew .
For many, the memorable element of the singing group The Mamas and the Papas was Cass Elliot's clear contralto. Cass Elliot was born Ellen Naomi Cohen in Baltimore in 1941, attended Forest Park High School in Northwest Baltimore, and left high school six weeks before graduation to find her show business fortune in New York. She was 32 when she died of a heart attack in London after a brilliant run at the Palladium in late July 1974. Her daughter, Owen Elliot-Kugell, was 7 years old when her mother died, and has just published a memoir, "My Mama, Cass." We talk with her about it.Do you have a question or comment about a show or a story idea to pitch? Contact On the Record at: Senior Supervising Producer, Maureen Harvie she/her/hers mharvie@wypr.org 410-235-1903 Senior Producer, Melissa Gerr she/her/hers mgerr@wypr.org 410-235-1157 Producer Sam Bermas-Dawes he/him/his sbdawes@wypr.org 410-235-1472
Today on Too Opinionated, we share a drink with actor/director Ted Lange! After appearing in the film Black Belt Jones in 1974, he portrayed Junior on the series That's My Mama before landing the role of the ship's bartender, Isaac, on The Love Boat in 1977, opposite Gavin MacLeod. In the early 1980s, following a letter of recommendation from Lynn Redgrave (whom he met on an episode of The Love Boat), Lange attended a summer school at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art to perfect his Shakespeare acting skills. After he left the show in 1987, Lange appeared in various films and in guest roles on 227, In the Heat of the Night, Evening Shade, Boy Meets World, The King of Queens, Scrubs, Drake & Josh, Psych, The Cleveland Show, and Are We There Yet?. Ted's classical background as well as his years before the camera have enabled him to become known as an actor's director inspiring not only emotional but also comedic scenes. His four-camera directing expertise includes sixty episodes for Entertainment Studios', The First Family and Mr. Box Office, and twelve episodes of Are We There Yet?, for Executive Producer, Ali Leroi. His one-camera directing experience is showcased in the independent films, Othello and For Love of Amy as well as the one-camera television comedies, The New Gidget and The Brothers Garcia for Universal. The Fall Guy and Mike Hammer exemplify his directorial work in action shows. Want to watch: Youtube Meisterkhan Pod (Please Subscribe)
A long-awaited, myth-busting, and deeply affecting memoir by the daughter of legendary rock star "Mama" Cass Elliot To the rest of the world, Cass Elliot was a rock star; A charismatic, wisecracking singer from the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame inducted band, The Mamas & The Papas; A legend of Laurel Canyon, decked out in her custom-made Muumuus, glittering designer jewelry, blessed with a powerful, instantly identifiable singing voice which helped define the sound of the 1960s counterculture movement. But to Owen Elliot-Kugell, she was just Mom. In the nearly 50 years since Cass Elliot's untimely death at the age of 32, rumors and myths have swirled about, shading nearly every aspect of her life. In her long-awaited memoir, Owen Elliot-Kugell shares the groundbreaking story of her mom as only a daughter can tell it. In My Mama, Cass, Owen pulls back the curtains of her mother's life from the sold-out theaters to behind the closed doors of her infamous California abode. Born Ellen Naomi Cohen, the woman who was known to the world as Cass Elliot was decades ahead of her time: an independently minded, outspoken woman who broke through a male-dominated business, a forward-thinking feminist, and a single parent who embraced motherhood from the moment Owen entered the world. From the closely guarded secret of Owen's paternity to Cass's lifelong struggles with self-esteem and weight, to rumors surrounding her mother's death, Owen illuminates the complex truths of her mother's life, sharing interviews with the high-profile figures who orbited Cass, as well as never-before-heard tales of her mother and this legendary period of American history. Featuring intimate family and archival photos as well as interviews and memories from famous friends, fans, and colleagues who loved and respected Cass, this book is both a love story and a mystery, a tale of self-discovery and a daughter's devotion. At its core, My Mama, Cass is a beautifully crafted testament befitting of Cass Elliot's enduring cultural impact and legacy, written by the person who knew and loved her best.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-unplugged-totally-uncut--994165/support.
Village reunion turns steamy, fueled by erotic river sighting. by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose. No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kette drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart's content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.I had something else in mind though, and the first real buzz of anticipation and excitement coursed through my body, leaving me tingling and warming up all over, especially down in my belly bottom and my nipples. The sensation cooled off a bit as I thought about Mama coming home sooner than expected. She had almost caught me once, and I was saved only by the fact that she had left her keys and had to call me to open the door. She had her keys now, and the rain would mask any sound of her approach. But I wasn't going to be denied. This moment was too good to waste. The living room had a big window that looked out on the yard and provided a full view of anyone approaching, as long as the curtain was not fully drawn. I could enjoy the comfort of the love seat and keep an eye out for Mama; all I needed to do was turn it around to face the yard. I easily flipped the couch around, nervous excitement overtaking my senses and body as I imagined the delights just seconds away. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom, pulled a couple items from my drawer and hustled back to the living room. I started opening the curtains and recoiled in shock and irritation. Someone – looks like a man - was out there in the rain, splashing up on the verandah and depositing a rickety black umbrella in a corner before knocking on the door. The umbrella was useless, on account of all the water he was busy brushing off his arms and legs. I stashed my items under the couch seat and opened the door, intent on quickly dealing with him and getting to my pleasure. “Hi Cherry” he greeted after a slight pause, surprised uncertainty in his eyes as he brushed a few droplets from his face. I figured he was expecting to see Mama instead of me. “Tony, right?” I responded with a smile. “Yes,” he said, grinning suddenly at me from his rain-wet face. My irritation was dissolving rapidly as I looked him over. I had glimpsed him three nights ago, the first time since he had left for university two years ago. Many people didn't go to university from this village, and people talked about him a lot, including his mother who couldn't stop boasting about her bright son. It was annoying, especially for someone like me that didn't make it to university. I wasn't annoyed now though. He was short and stocky when we were kids. He wasn't tall now, just medium height, about two inches taller than my five foot eight. The stocky look was still there, but more athletic, like he was a sprinter or one of those American football players. As a boy his father used to give him bad haircuts, and it worsened the look of his face which was already ordinary with the flat nose and large, almost bulging eyes. Nobody would call him handsome now, but he had grown up well, sporting a clean shaved head, with eyes that were sharp and intelligent looking, and a face that was strong and hard, like a thick chunk of cured pimento wood. His eyes moved quickly, up and down, just as I had done. But it was open and forward, the type of look that said he was not afraid to show his hand. He wanted me to know he was seeing me as a woman, a woman that grabbed his interest, and he wanted me to react to that interest. I was interested in him for real, no doubt about it. I had felt it when I saw him last Friday, that flash of sexual curiosity, seeing him all sexy and relaxed. He had looked at me quickly, followed by a smile of recognition and a polite greeting. I smiled back, blushing and hoping he hadn't seen the interest in my eyes. Now I grinned to myself, thinking how smooth he was then in the public place, acting all polite and decent, when he was clearly interested and just biding his time. There was a prickling on my skin, leaving goosebumps on my arms and my nipples felt like someone was giving them little electric shocks. My pumpum twitched suddenly with pleasure, a sweet, achy pleasure. I was shocked at the reaction in my body and suddenly my thighs squeezed together, as if to keep the feelings trapped down there and not affecting the rest of me, for fear he could see his effect on me. He was like a godsend, appearing as if by miracle, just when I was in the mood to frig myself with the weather and Mama cooperating so well. But with some effort I reined in the feelings. There was desire in his eyes, but I couldn't assume he was planning to do anything about it right now. “You here to see Mama?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said, after a little hesitation. “My Mama asked me to drop off this partner money, and I couldn't pass up the chance to see you.” “I see you develop some sweet tongue,” I said saucily but I am sure he could tell I was flattered by his words. “Sweet tongue yes, but truth too,” he said boldly, eyes lively with daring. “Well, it's good to see you too,” I said, giving him a little something in return, although I was warming up to him much faster than my words would indicate. He held out his hand, offering an envelope that bulged slightly with the contents. “I'll give it to her,” I said, taking the envelope. He stood there for a moment, eyes thoughtful, looking me over. I watched him, imagining the wheels turning in his head, figuring out how he should proceed. I waited, realizing belatedly with a touch of embarrassment that my lips were parted in anticipation of his next move. “You want to dry those clothes?” I asked suddenly, surprising myself with the question. “Could give you time for the rain to ease off and you can tell me about life in Kingston.” He looked at me sharply, surprise on his face. He looked down at his body with a frown, no doubt seeing and feeling the wetness in his shirt and pants. He looked at me, eyes steady, thinking it over. “Ok,” he said with a shrug and smile. “Do you have something for me to put on or am I supposed to wait naked?” “Not a bad idea,” I laughed back at him, knowing he was seeing the devilry in my eyes. “Don't worry though, I'll get you some of Papa's clothes. He doesn't need them anymore.” I found a clean set of pants and shirt that looked close enough for his size. It was far from perfect though, because he was shorter and more muscular than Papa. The shirt was tight across his chest and arms and the pants were snug in the butt and crotch. He looked funny and sexy at the same time. He went and sat in my couch, making himself comfortable while I draped his wet clothes on the warm grate behind the fridge. We talked for a bit, catching up on each other's life over the past two years. I felt jealous, because he seemed to be doing so much and here I was wasting away in the dead-end village. He surprised me though, by praising what I was doing. “Honey is a big deal,” he said, a little frown on his face. “You just need to scale up and get connected to the right distribution channels.” I didn't go to university, but I was always learning shit from free college courses and podcasts when the internet complied, so I knew what he was talking about. “Scale up needs money and time, and that's time I have to put in my regular job.” “Let me think about it,” he replied, then leaned back in the couch with a strange smile on his face. “I see you still go to the river?” “What?” I asked, frowning at him. I was perplexed as to why he would ask about the river. “Those days were exciting even with the hard work,” he said with a longing look on his face. “Remember how we all used to play after the wash? Hide and seek, catch crawfish, eat guineps till we couldn't walk properly…” “Oh boy,” I smiled, remembering. “Those were the good old days. Kids nowadays just want to play video games. No love for nature. We don't even wash clothes down there anymore. That life pretty much done.” “Yet you were there yesterday,” he said quietly, his eyes still on my face. “You were at the river?” I asked him, a nervous type of anxiousness spreading slowly through my belly. He nodded silently, watching me. It might not be too bad, I thought to myself. Maybe he saw me going down or coming up, not necessarily in the river itself. But his next words shattered my flimsy hope. “That big pool with the mango tree over it. I was heading for it, but just as I was about to climb down the bank, I saw you. I immediately thought of leaving but I just stood there, as if I had no power to move. I'm sorry for snooping on you but it was as if you hooked me right there, and the more I looked the more you pulled me in.” I was ashamed and angry. In truth I really didn't mind if someone sees me naked if I know and can make the decision for myself. But this was Peeping Tom stuff, him seeing me and copping a look without me knowing. “You were snooping on me?” I snapped at him. “Your fault for bathing out in public,” he said calmly, a little smile dancing across his lips, no doubt enjoying himself. It was true. I knew it could happen but figured and hoped no one would be around. I was dying for a river bath; to have all the water I need to wash freely without thinking about conserving water. At least I didn't bathe fully naked, although the flimsy slip was not much covering, especially when wet. “What was so enticing?” I asked. His reasoning had taken away my excuse for being angry, and I decided to focus on the exciting part of what he had said. “Everything,” he said, a faraway look in his eyes, faraway and happy. “I could just look at you all day, if you were just standing there in that wet slip, sticking to you like a second skin, you all curvy and sweet. But when you start to wash yourself it just make it sweeter.” I am accustomed to men telling me how I look, in explicit terms. This was different. It's amazing how two men could make it clear that they want bed you, and one leaves you disgusted while the other makes you wat to take off your panties right away. Tony was the panty dropping type. He looked me in the eye once more and shuffled around in the couch, trying to make himself more comfortable, maybe because the pants were too tight for him. Without thinking my eyes slipped down to his crotch and they popped in surprise when I saw the clear outline of his hood to one side. I was surprised but the achiness in my pussy ramped up even more as I imagined him without pants. He must have caught my eyes, and I am sure now that I wanted him to see me checking him out like that. His expression changed, his eyes boring into me, so intense that it was like I was not wearing any clothes and he could see all my nakedness and even into my thoughts. it was surprising to me how comfortable and excited I felt, all alone here with him. Somehow, he had put me at ease without trying too hard, just by being himself. It helped a lot that I was already in the mood to play, but he sure revved up my interest. It was strange. He wasn't really my type. He was this nice, book type, not the big-talking rude boys I tend to like, even though they were not the best for me. Tony was different in a good way from way back, and his time in the city sure made him a sexy, confident man. “So what exactly got you so spellbound at the river?” I asked finally. “All of you, but it was a different level of wonder when you started to soap up,” he said, pulling my attention firmly back from my thoughts and squarely on to him. “It was like watching you caressing yourself for my benefit, caressing and massaging, your body wet and covered in soap bubbles. And the way you did it…it was not just a chore, not just cleaning yourself. I could tell you were enjoying it, and that part was a huge turn on too.” “I love taking a bath,” I said, my mind all woozy with the beauty and sexiness of what he was saying. I always love poetry and he was speaking the sweetest, hottest verses to me right now “And I can't forget,” he continued, eyes glazed and slowly licking his lips at the memory. “You squatted down a bit, spreading your legs wide, and the slip ride up, showing off all of them firm, smooth thighs. And then you move that soapy rag up between them. I couldn't see exactly what you were doing, but I could see your hand moving in, way in, then slowly and firmly up and down, soap suds covering all of your hand, your upper thighs and pussy area. You keep washing, up and down, then around in little circles, then in and out. I managed to look at your face a few times, hoping you were not noticing me watching you. But your eyes were closed by then…as if you were in another world. Your body trembled then, vibrating…and when you opened your eyes you looked so blissful…the joy on your face was real as your hand moved under the dress. "Afterwards you waded into deeper water and sink down till the water was up to your chest. You bobbed up and down, rinsing off. You weren't wearing any brassiere and your breasts bounced up and down, so round and juicy looking with the wet slip plastered tight on them. I couldn't take my eyes off them. You were smiling at this time, a little smile, but a real smile…and I wonder how good it must feel to get such pleasure from washing your pumpum.” He stopped talking and I realized I was staring at him, my mouth wide open, hardly breathing, legs turning jelly. My body felt hot all over and I knew I was in heat. My pumpum was fluttering, steady and strong, like another heart was down there between my legs. There was a wetness too, warm and sticky, like a raw honey spring was starting to open up inside of me. “It was a good feeling,” I said to him, but decided not to mention that all that trembling and vibrating was me cumming. Maybe he knew and decided not to go there too. “And that's what has you running over here to see me?” “Yeah,” he smiled. “It was the exclamation point. I had seen you a couple days before and was going to check on you, but that just sealed the deal. I knew I had to come and see you” “And I am glad you did. You are just what I need with this rain pouring down out there.” I was shocked at how forward I sounded, but he had me feeling a certain way and I was in no condition to resist him, not that I wanted to at all. “I wished you would say that,” he responded, flexing his strong legs, spreading them wide, causing his cock to shift and stand out even more in the tight pants. He followed my eyes, then looked back at me. “Come over here. I want to feel what it's like to stroke your pussy the way you did.” The rain was still lashing outside as I walked the short distance over to him. I stopped a few inches from him, and he leaned forward, his face in line with my crotch. He looked up at me, eyes locked with mine, a little question in his eyes. I realized he was asking permission, even though I would bet he was picking up my sex scent and knew I was ready for him. I smiled at him and he smiled back, the question disappearing from his face. He was the man now, eyes heavy with desire and a lot of good, healthy lust. His wide nostrils opened up, like a jack donkey scenting the ginnie in heat. His tongue was out, slowly moistening the thick lips, moving slowly back and forth. His hands went around my waist and down to my ass, his fingers strong and possessive, gently squeezing my big, soft ass. I grunted as the pleasure build up some more. He looked up at me, satisfied with my response, then got bolder. His hands went under my dress and palmed my ass cheeks again. This time I felt the hard warmth of his hands on my bare ass, because I was wearing one of those thongs with just a little string buried deep between my ass cheeks. “You feel good,” he said softly, his hands busy, roaming all over my ass, fingertips finding and tracing the two dimples on my left cheek, then stroking all over, exploring me to his heart's content. “I like it, don't stop,” I encouraged him, leaning in to brace myself on his broad shoulders. He was like a rock, hard and firm, and I leaned into him as he owned my ass, kneading and stroking, then spreading the cheeks apart, so wide until I could feel my pussy lips opening slightly. “No stopping,” he said again, looking up at me. He kept his eyes on mine and I felt his fingers snaked under the strings of the thongs and slowly rolled them down my thighs. He carefully removed them from around my feet, then tucked them in the pants pocket. He flipped up the hem of the dress and his head disappeared from my view. He sniffed my pussy. Sniffed again, his lips so close to my flesh I could feel his warm breath on the sensitive lips. “You smell good,” he said from beneath the dress, his voice muffled but clear enough for me to hear him above the crashing rain. “It smell like good pussy.” He stood up suddenly and pointed to the couch. “Sit down,” he said, his voice all of a sudden sounding like a command. I quickly complied, body buzzing with anticipation. “Lean back,” he commanded again. “Make yourself comfortable.” I leaned back meekly, totally at his mercy. He seemed to tower over me, standing there, legs braced, his dick thick and hard in my dead Papa's pants. “Spread your legs. Put them up on the armrest. I want you wide open for me.” I hesitated a bit, but he was having none of it. “Just do it,” he said firmly, his bare foot nudging mine. I did as he demanded, lifting my legs up on to the armrest. The dress ride up all the way on my thighs to my belly. I lay there like that, fully skin out, exposing all of my wide-open thighs and my pussy to his eyes. And the doubt hit me hard as I lay there like that, doubt filling up my mind with negative thoughts, doubt that he would be disappointed. He didn't say or do anything, just stand there, eyes fastened on my pumpum, his mouth hanging open and breathing hard. He looked like he was in a spell, like the pussy put obeah on him. The doubt vanished and I smiled with relief and satisfaction. And I could feel the warmth spreading all over me again, starting out in my open pussy, like there was a fire growing down there, growing and spreading out. “What a way you like the pussy, ehh?” I asked him, although it was more like telling him. “Yeah,” he breathed, kneeling down and shuffling in between my legs. “What you like?” “How it's pretty,” he said, eyes roving over it. “So fat and juicy looking. The way you trim it low I can see all the meat. So plump and fresh looking. And the way it's opening up, showing off the sweet puffy brown lips and that wet, pink insides. Look at the clit…I can't wait to lick it good.” “Lick…??” He must have seen the shock on my face because he laughed and firmly nodded his head, making it clear he was going to do whatever he wanted. “Never get your pussy licked? Anybody ever eat you out?” “No,” I said, shocked and embarrassed at the same time, but the excitement hit me hard and I feel my pussy spasm, the hole opening and closing like the mouth of a red snapper out of water. He moved fast without any warning. One minute he was staring at my pumpum pulsing before him and the next second his head dive in and his tongue was swiping through my pussy from bottom all the way up to the top. It was electric, his thick warm tongue licking my wet flesh like he was licking his favorite Devon House ice-cream, when you don't want it to melt and waste in the hot sun. “Oh Jesus,” I moaned, shutting my eyes in ecstasy and my toes curled as the pleasure run through my legs, almost giving me muscle contract as my body tensed up from the sweetness. “It's not Jesus,” he said, talking directly into my pussy. “It's Tony.” His hands grasped my thighs and pushed them wider apart and his lips fastened on my clit and sucked softly. As my head threatened to explode his tongue flicked out and lashed the sensitive meat, swirling around it in little circles that drove me wild. “Rahtid,” I gasped. “it's so good.” “Lots more to come,” he promised, leaning back and looking up at me, his mouth glistening with my pussy juice. “Just lean back and enjoy it.” His hands were warm and firm on my thighs, pressing in, bending me back in two until my legs were pressed against my breasts and my pussy and ass were wide open, on full display before his hungry eyes. I could see all of it, between my big tits, past my rounded tummy and between my thighs. The pussy mound was high, like a little round hill with the trimmed bush barely hiding the meat beneath. The mound split, separating into the plump pussy lips that always stand out like two juicy sausages in my panties, so fat they were usually peeping out on each side of the panty. And right in the middle, above the deep pussy groove, was the clit, as big as my thumb top, standing up hard, glistening with his spit and my cream. He was in awe of my pumpum, but his eyes were everywhere, roving all over my body. I love my body, but I have this shame about some parts, like my tummy. His eyes were glowing, pure joy in them as he took in all of me. From my full breasts, over my belly, then down my quaking thighs then back up to my pussy, resting there, like it was the gold mine of his search. He licked my inner thighs, the soft, delicate flesh just below my pumpum, the part that kissed each other when I sit down or walk. “That sweet,” I said, trying to spread my legs more, invite him in even more. He licked again, a long, slow lick from my fleshy thigh up to my sex, stopping just below the fat lips. “I'm not playing with you anymore,' he said, eyes flashing up to me before returning to the business at hand. True, he had just licked my pussy, and I was now exposed to the pleasure of oral sex. But I wasn't prepared for the intense pleasure, the strange closeness and the nastiness that he was about to deliver to me, straight through my eager, creaming pussy. He licked me again, his tongue delving into the center of my pussy, slurping up my sticky juices, then licking the tender inner lips. "Oh God,” I moaned, as his tongue bored back into my hot hole and lapped me up, like he was drinking his favorite soup. He sucked up and down, drawing out the creamy cum, the sounds lewd and sexy all at once. It was sex sound, pussy sound, pleasure sound and my body and mind accepted and reacted to it, making my cunt even more soft and gushy, till the cream leaked out of me, running down the crease in my ass cheeks and on to the couch. “Eat out my pussy,” I coaxed him, my hand now on his shaved head, urging him on. He didn't need any encouragement, but the slurping got louder, and his tongue felt like a little cock, stimulating every nerve in my pumpum. “My clit now,' I groaned, arching up my ass off the couch, offering him all of my pussy. "Suck it like a lollipop. He did. "Oh sweet Jesus,' I bawled, as the heat and electricity exploded in my fat clit, sending the shivers down into my pumpum. He lapped me, the thick pink tongue gliding in and out of my pussy as it spasmed and spewed more cream for him to slurp. His hands left my thighs and I held them wide for him as his hands spread my pussy lips wide open and he dove in, his tongue straight and firm, digging into me like a hard cock. "Oh God, you so nasty,” I wailed as the tongue lashing put me in tremors. He didn't answer but suddenly I felt his finger sliding into my pussy and his tongue moved to claim my clit. He fucked me slowly with his finger, sinking all the way in then stroking firmly on the way out, teasing and exciting my pussy as no one had ever done before. He sucked and licked my clit at the same time, making me bawl with the twin pleasure. The rain thundered on the roof, matching my wails, and I felt a huge pressure building up inside me, way down in the depths of my cunt. It started to vibrate, big waves of delight rolling out with each lick and each finger fuck stroke. My body was trembling too, shaking in a frenzy. I gripped his head again, mashing his face into my cum plastered pussy and my thighs closed around his shoulders, squeezing and pressing him into me, as if I wanted his entire body to fuck my overstimulated pussy “Come for me now,' he ordered, screwing me with two fingers now, his lips and tongue going back to my clit, abusing it with delicious swirls and licks. My pussy was on fire, thanks to this grown up country nerd and I bellowed in the rain, cross-eyed and delirious from the pleasure attack. "Come for me,” he commanded again. “Give it up gal. Make this fat pussy buss in my mouth.” It was too sweet. And the rough, in-charge patois pushed me over the edge. The spasm hit like a big earthquake and the pussy erupted. The ecstasy washed over me, and I bucked up into him, bawling with every bolt of pleasure. He stayed with me, holding me in place, his lips and tongue working on my heated clit, keeping the pleasure going as my juices flowed like ripe honey, coating his lips and chin. Finally it slowed down, and I relaxed back into the couch, the seat warm and sticky beneath me. He moved his mouth off my pussy and leaned in over me, a pleased puss smile on his face. He was plastered in cum, and I could see a small piece of pussy hair sticking to his lip. I gently removed it and showed it to him, and we laughed out loud. Suddenly I heard the hurried footsteps out back and I looked at Tony in shock and worry. He heard it too, a questioning look on his face. I moved quickly, no time to think about a big plan. “Go hide under the bed in there,” I instructed, pointing in the direction of my bedroom. “take your shoes with you.” His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't question me, just did as I said. I straightened out my dress, looked around for my panties and recalled that Tony had put them in the pants pocket. I pushed the couch back in its right spot and cringed at the wet spot on it. I didn't have time to come up with a solution because the door rattled for a second or two then burst open as Mama rushed in, dripping rainwater. “You all wet,” I said. “Let me get you a towel.” “It's ok,” she replied. “I'll dry off after I get some food stuff at the shop. I just stopped to drop off my handbag and a few things. Thought of sending you but I need to pick out some things myself.” I breathed a big sigh of relief and waited in suspense, hoping Tony would keep quiet and out of sight. “It smell a little funny in here,” Mama frowned, nose sniffing the air. I knew what it was, and it was all over me and on the couch, like an irresistible perfume. “Might be the saltfish?” I asked innocently, gesturing towards the pot that contained the salted cod that was soaking in the water, in preparation for cooking. “Hmm,” she said doubtfully. “Must be a different type of saltfish that. It really smell high this time. Anyway, let me go get these things and come back. Start boil the saltfish.” She left the way she came in and when she got to the front of the house I watched her, peeking out through a small gap between the curtain and the wall. I waited until she was out the yard and up to the street, then watched some more until she disappeared around the corner. “You can come out now,” I called out to Tony. He was out in no time, a look of relief on his face and I could tell he was dying to laugh as well. “That was close, eh? You think really fast on your feet. What if there was no saltfish on the stove?” “I'd have to come up with something I guess,” I said, laughing at him. I switched the water in the pot and turned on the stove. We stood in silence for a bit, smiling at each other, eyes communicating the same message of delight over what we just did. But then his eyes roamed my body once more and grew sharp with desire. I looked at him, mouth going dry as I picked up his intention. My pussy clenched at the realization and I shivered with the thought of what he wanted to do to me. “You want to fuck me?” I asked slowly. “Yeah,” he nodded, moving in and kissing me. It was a long, deep kiss, and I tasted me in the kiss. I could tell he wanted me to taste it because he licked me all over, sucking in my wetness and giving me his, mingling everything together for us to enjoy as we greedily licked and sucked each other's lips and tongue. His hands palmed my ass once more and crushed me against him so that his hard cock rubbed against my lower belly, just above my pussy mound. He dipped slightly until it was pressed firmly against my sex. He rubbed against me like that and I felt him everywhere; his tongue deep in my mouth, hard chest stimulating my hard nipples, his hands spreading my ass cheeks and his cock exciting my pussy. “A going to fuck you now before your mother come back. Come over here.” He stripped off quickly and stood before me naked. I took my time. In the back of my head I knew we didn't have a lot of time and I needed him to dick me down good, but I took my time. He was fine. His body was hard from years of hard country work and developing bigger and harder, most likely from sports or the gym. His cock was a magnet. Even as I drank in his entire body I was tracking it from the corner of my eyes. It was there in shadowy form, but very real in the unmistakable bulk and the slight bobbing as he rocked back and forth on his heels. I looked at it now, fully giving it all my attention. It was not long but thick and heavy looking, very much like him, the skin smooth and tight, with a big vein running from top to bottom. He was circumcised, and the bulby head was extra smooth and shiny, as if it was polished with the greatest care. “I want to touch it,” I heard myself say. It wasn't my first cock by a long shot, but it had me in a trance, making me act like a spellbound virgin. “Say please,” he said, voice so firm I looked at him in surprise. “Say please,” he said again, eyes staring me down. “Please,” I said, my voice suddenly meek and soft, wondering how this man was bossing me around in my own house. “Get down on your knees.” Anger started to well up in me, but he moved into me, his eyes no more than two inches from mine. He was intense and in charge, suddenly reminding me of the big mongrel stalking the bitch in heat, knowing she was at his mercy. He knew I wanted him badly, and he was taking advantage of it to control me now. He saw the surrender in my eyes and his eyes blazed with the knowledge of the full conquest. His hands were on my shoulders, gentle but firm at the same time. I went down to my knees, the floor hard beneath them. I stared at his thigs, firm and strong like the mahogany tree trunk. His cock swayed between them, capturing my attention once more. I took it in my hands, cupping it, amazed at the heaviness and the heat radiating from it, thinking how it would easily fill up my pussy and heat it up. I caressed it slowly with my fingers, loving the smooth, silky feel, then closing my eyes and tracing the vein, enjoying the ridged feel. He inhaled suddenly and I looked up to see the look of pleasure on his face and it filled me with satisfaction that I could affect him like that. I circled the shiny head and he inhaled and grunted when my fingertip brushed the wide-open pee hole. “That's good,” he groaned, his thighs trembling with tension, as if he was in some sort of torture, which I guess he was, but the good type. I had never done it before and had no plans to do so but I took his cock in my mouth. His reaction had me charged up now, and the hood was so pretty and scary looking at the same time that I must have lost my mind and gave into whatever erotic message my pussy was sending. “Oh God,” he moaned, as I took the fat head in and let my saliva cover it. I sucked him softly, knowing that his dick head was bound to be super sensitive. “Yeah, I like that,” he grunted, his hips swinging forward to push some more dick into my mouth. I gently braced against his thighs to stop him from choking me and I licked him good, getting the head sloppy and wet and excited. “You suck cock good,” he mumbled, his hands firm on my shoulders as he slowly fucked my mouth with just the cock head. “But a not cumming like this. A going to fuck you. Get up.” I got up quickly and he flipped me around and guided me up on the couch, spreading my thighs as wide as they could go. He rolled up my dress until my ass and back were bare and my breasts hang exposed, brushing slightly against the backrest. I grabbed a hold of the couch and looked back at him, eager to see him preparing to fuck me. He was ready. His eyes were firmly planted on my swaying ass cheeks, then traveling down to stare at my wide-open lips and cum soaked pussy. His right hand was on my waist, steadying my body, and his left hand palmed the dick that looked really hard and fat now. I shivered in anticipation and my body vibrated with pleasure when the blunt head creased my waiting pussy lips. I kept my eyes on him and he looked me in the eyes as he slowly fed the thick hood into my pussy. The head stuck for a brief moment and I felt his fullness then, giving my soft, plump lips a good stretch before popping in. I felt the immediate relief and the sweetness, but he did not give me any time to rest. He lunged forward in one smooth motion and buried the cock all the way in my pussy. I took him like a champion, and the wet pussy squelched and farted when he bottomed out. He leaned in and his hands circled me, one high around my breasts and the other low, his forearm keeping me tight against him as his fingers and palm cupped my pussy mound. “We going to fuck now,” he whispered in my ears, and then he was hitting it hard. The couch rocked and the rain fell in a soft drizzle, barely audible on the roof as he screwed into me, every stroke churning my cream and filling the room with the sound of good fucking. “Give it to me good,” I begged him, slamming back on to his strokes. “Take it,' he ordered, pulling me in tighter and rabbit fucked me so hard that my pussy was creaming nonstop and his balls were slapping good against my clit as my insides burned with the sweetness. "Fuck me, you fucker,” I cried, fingers digging into the couch for dear life as he stroked me good. “I bet you dying for this pussy, huh?” “Oh yes,” he grunted. “I never dreamt it would happen for real, so I am a lucky man.” “I am lucky too,” I said, screwing my ass and squealing in delight as the fucking felt sweeter with the new motion. “You can fuck,” he said with admiration. “I love that. Love when a woman show that she love the sex.” “You good too,” I groaned, as he slowed down and sink it deep into me, the big vein rubbing and stimulating my steamy pussy. “I could fuck you all day and night but a want you to cum and your Mama soon come back.” He shifted behind me, climbing up on the couch, crouching over me like a male lion, his feet outside my legs, his hard, wet cock bobbing against my puffy labia. His left hand was now lower on my pussy, fingers over the lips, his other hand on my shoulder. He slid into me, gliding in easily, his cock soaked in my juices. I felt the difference when he picked up the speed, the cock hitting different, raking more against the front part of my pussy. He got into a steady rhythm and I rested on the couch and closed my eyes as my pussy hummed once more under the relentless dicking. “I love it,” I whispered, almost to myself. “You have good pussy,” he whispered back. “And I am owning it, ok?” He fucked me, over and over and I wailed into the lazy drizzle as my pussy voiced its pleasure with wet, sucking sounds. “Your Mama is coming,' he said. Panic surged in me and I glanced out the window. She was coming for real, hustling in the light drizzle. "You have 30 seconds to cum,” he said. “So that we will have time to clean up enough. Come with me.” He quickened the pace, his cock pumping into me in earnest, causing the juice to fly out of my pussy and wetting up my thighs. His finger found my clit, stroking it and giving me even more pleasure. I rocked with him, skewering my pussy on his hard cock, loving the delicious ache as she pounded my pussy. I stared out, anxiety mounting as I saw Mama coming closer and closer. And the exquisite sensations in my pussy grew and grew until I was shaking all over in ecstasy. I felt his cock pulsed in me, like a drumbeat. It pulsed again, harder this time, and with each stroke it vibrated even more until the extra stimulation was too much to bear. My pussy quaked, tremored, pulsed…and then it exploded. “Oh Jesus, I am coming,” I wailed. “Good,” he grunted, his strokes harder and shorter now, his fingers delivering mind numbing pleasure to my clit as I gushed on his dick. “I'm coming now,” he warned, and his cock pulsed powerfully in the middle of my orgasm, and I felt the gush of semen as he filled me up. He fucked me through it, and I held him tight to me, enjoying the feel of his cock vibrating in my clasping pussy as his seed swirled in me. There wasn't much room for it and it soon leaked out on to my vulva. I wanted to stay there and savor it, revel in the sweet nastiness but Mama was less than two minutes away. “Let's clean up,” I said, shuffling beneath him. He backed away carefully, his cock making an audible pop as it left my pussy. I suddenly felt the emptiness and wished I could sink back on to him, but had to use common sense. We cleaned up quickly, fixing up as best as possible. The scent of well fucked pussy hung heavy in the air, and I panicked again at the thought of Mama walking into it. But relief washed over me a second later, rolling in on the pungent aroma of boiling saltfish. I opened the door, casually looking out as I let in fresh air to help freshen the room. “Tony!” Mama gushed as soon as she set eyes on him. “What a pleasant surprise!” The joy and respect were evident in her eyes. And he looked smart and respectable there, all dressed up again, his manner very much like the intelligent, church-going young man she knew. I grinned to myself, doing my best to keep the expression inside of me. It was funny seeing her reverence when she would have been horrified if she had seen him fucking me senseless just minutes ago. I grinned again as I felt his seed seeping from my still throbbing pussy. “You have to stay for dinner,” she said, bustling about the kitchen. “How long you down for?” ‘All of the summer, ma'am.“ "Well, it's good to have you and I hope you will visit us some more.” “Yes ma'am,” he said with a straight face. My expression was neutral too as my bare pussy pulsed at the thought of him visiting again and again. by Kuntry yute for Literotica
Village reunion turns steamy, fueled by erotic river sighting. by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose. No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kette drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart's content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.I had something else in mind though, and the first real buzz of anticipation and excitement coursed through my body, leaving me tingling and warming up all over, especially down in my belly bottom and my nipples. The sensation cooled off a bit as I thought about Mama coming home sooner than expected. She had almost caught me once, and I was saved only by the fact that she had left her keys and had to call me to open the door. She had her keys now, and the rain would mask any sound of her approach. But I wasn't going to be denied. This moment was too good to waste. The living room had a big window that looked out on the yard and provided a full view of anyone approaching, as long as the curtain was not fully drawn. I could enjoy the comfort of the love seat and keep an eye out for Mama; all I needed to do was turn it around to face the yard. I easily flipped the couch around, nervous excitement overtaking my senses and body as I imagined the delights just seconds away. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom, pulled a couple items from my drawer and hustled back to the living room. I started opening the curtains and recoiled in shock and irritation. Someone – looks like a man - was out there in the rain, splashing up on the verandah and depositing a rickety black umbrella in a corner before knocking on the door. The umbrella was useless, on account of all the water he was busy brushing off his arms and legs. I stashed my items under the couch seat and opened the door, intent on quickly dealing with him and getting to my pleasure. “Hi Cherry” he greeted after a slight pause, surprised uncertainty in his eyes as he brushed a few droplets from his face. I figured he was expecting to see Mama instead of me. “Tony, right?” I responded with a smile. “Yes,” he said, grinning suddenly at me from his rain-wet face. My irritation was dissolving rapidly as I looked him over. I had glimpsed him three nights ago, the first time since he had left for university two years ago. Many people didn't go to university from this village, and people talked about him a lot, including his mother who couldn't stop boasting about her bright son. It was annoying, especially for someone like me that didn't make it to university. I wasn't annoyed now though. He was short and stocky when we were kids. He wasn't tall now, just medium height, about two inches taller than my five foot eight. The stocky look was still there, but more athletic, like he was a sprinter or one of those American football players. As a boy his father used to give him bad haircuts, and it worsened the look of his face which was already ordinary with the flat nose and large, almost bulging eyes. Nobody would call him handsome now, but he had grown up well, sporting a clean shaved head, with eyes that were sharp and intelligent looking, and a face that was strong and hard, like a thick chunk of cured pimento wood. His eyes moved quickly, up and down, just as I had done. But it was open and forward, the type of look that said he was not afraid to show his hand. He wanted me to know he was seeing me as a woman, a woman that grabbed his interest, and he wanted me to react to that interest. I was interested in him for real, no doubt about it. I had felt it when I saw him last Friday, that flash of sexual curiosity, seeing him all sexy and relaxed. He had looked at me quickly, followed by a smile of recognition and a polite greeting. I smiled back, blushing and hoping he hadn't seen the interest in my eyes. Now I grinned to myself, thinking how smooth he was then in the public place, acting all polite and decent, when he was clearly interested and just biding his time. There was a prickling on my skin, leaving goosebumps on my arms and my nipples felt like someone was giving them little electric shocks. My pumpum twitched suddenly with pleasure, a sweet, achy pleasure. I was shocked at the reaction in my body and suddenly my thighs squeezed together, as if to keep the feelings trapped down there and not affecting the rest of me, for fear he could see his effect on me. He was like a godsend, appearing as if by miracle, just when I was in the mood to frig myself with the weather and Mama cooperating so well. But with some effort I reined in the feelings. There was desire in his eyes, but I couldn't assume he was planning to do anything about it right now. “You here to see Mama?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said, after a little hesitation. “My Mama asked me to drop off this partner money, and I couldn't pass up the chance to see you.” “I see you develop some sweet tongue,” I said saucily but I am sure he could tell I was flattered by his words. “Sweet tongue yes, but truth too,” he said boldly, eyes lively with daring. “Well, it's good to see you too,” I said, giving him a little something in return, although I was warming up to him much faster than my words would indicate. He held out his hand, offering an envelope that bulged slightly with the contents. “I'll give it to her,” I said, taking the envelope. He stood there for a moment, eyes thoughtful, looking me over. I watched him, imagining the wheels turning in his head, figuring out how he should proceed. I waited, realizing belatedly with a touch of embarrassment that my lips were parted in anticipation of his next move. “You want to dry those clothes?” I asked suddenly, surprising myself with the question. “Could give you time for the rain to ease off and you can tell me about life in Kingston.” He looked at me sharply, surprise on his face. He looked down at his body with a frown, no doubt seeing and feeling the wetness in his shirt and pants. He looked at me, eyes steady, thinking it over. “Ok,” he said with a shrug and smile. “Do you have something for me to put on or am I supposed to wait naked?” “Not a bad idea,” I laughed back at him, knowing he was seeing the devilry in my eyes. “Don't worry though, I'll get you some of Papa's clothes. He doesn't need them anymore.” I found a clean set of pants and shirt that looked close enough for his size. It was far from perfect though, because he was shorter and more muscular than Papa. The shirt was tight across his chest and arms and the pants were snug in the butt and crotch. He looked funny and sexy at the same time. He went and sat in my couch, making himself comfortable while I draped his wet clothes on the warm grate behind the fridge. We talked for a bit, catching up on each other's life over the past two years. I felt jealous, because he seemed to be doing so much and here I was wasting away in the dead-end village. He surprised me though, by praising what I was doing. “Honey is a big deal,” he said, a little frown on his face. “You just need to scale up and get connected to the right distribution channels.” I didn't go to university, but I was always learning shit from free college courses and podcasts when the internet complied, so I knew what he was talking about. “Scale up needs money and time, and that's time I have to put in my regular job.” “Let me think about it,” he replied, then leaned back in the couch with a strange smile on his face. “I see you still go to the river?” “What?” I asked, frowning at him. I was perplexed as to why he would ask about the river. “Those days were exciting even with the hard work,” he said with a longing look on his face. “Remember how we all used to play after the wash? Hide and seek, catch crawfish, eat guineps till we couldn't walk properly…” “Oh boy,” I smiled, remembering. “Those were the good old days. Kids nowadays just want to play video games. No love for nature. We don't even wash clothes down there anymore. That life pretty much done.” “Yet you were there yesterday,” he said quietly, his eyes still on my face. “You were at the river?” I asked him, a nervous type of anxiousness spreading slowly through my belly. He nodded silently, watching me. It might not be too bad, I thought to myself. Maybe he saw me going down or coming up, not necessarily in the river itself. But his next words shattered my flimsy hope. “That big pool with the mango tree over it. I was heading for it, but just as I was about to climb down the bank, I saw you. I immediately thought of leaving but I just stood there, as if I had no power to move. I'm sorry for snooping on you but it was as if you hooked me right there, and the more I looked the more you pulled me in.” I was ashamed and angry. In truth I really didn't mind if someone sees me naked if I know and can make the decision for myself. But this was Peeping Tom stuff, him seeing me and copping a look without me knowing. “You were snooping on me?” I snapped at him. “Your fault for bathing out in public,” he said calmly, a little smile dancing across his lips, no doubt enjoying himself. It was true. I knew it could happen but figured and hoped no one would be around. I was dying for a river bath; to have all the water I need to wash freely without thinking about conserving water. At least I didn't bathe fully naked, although the flimsy slip was not much covering, especially when wet. “What was so enticing?” I asked. His reasoning had taken away my excuse for being angry, and I decided to focus on the exciting part of what he had said. “Everything,” he said, a faraway look in his eyes, faraway and happy. “I could just look at you all day, if you were just standing there in that wet slip, sticking to you like a second skin, you all curvy and sweet. But when you start to wash yourself it just make it sweeter.” I am accustomed to men telling me how I look, in explicit terms. This was different. It's amazing how two men could make it clear that they want bed you, and one leaves you disgusted while the other makes you wat to take off your panties right away. Tony was the panty dropping type. He looked me in the eye once more and shuffled around in the couch, trying to make himself more comfortable, maybe because the pants were too tight for him. Without thinking my eyes slipped down to his crotch and they popped in surprise when I saw the clear outline of his hood to one side. I was surprised but the achiness in my pussy ramped up even more as I imagined him without pants. He must have caught my eyes, and I am sure now that I wanted him to see me checking him out like that. His expression changed, his eyes boring into me, so intense that it was like I was not wearing any clothes and he could see all my nakedness and even into my thoughts. it was surprising to me how comfortable and excited I felt, all alone here with him. Somehow, he had put me at ease without trying too hard, just by being himself. It helped a lot that I was already in the mood to play, but he sure revved up my interest. It was strange. He wasn't really my type. He was this nice, book type, not the big-talking rude boys I tend to like, even though they were not the best for me. Tony was different in a good way from way back, and his time in the city sure made him a sexy, confident man. “So what exactly got you so spellbound at the river?” I asked finally. “All of you, but it was a different level of wonder when you started to soap up,” he said, pulling my attention firmly back from my thoughts and squarely on to him. “It was like watching you caressing yourself for my benefit, caressing and massaging, your body wet and covered in soap bubbles. And the way you did it…it was not just a chore, not just cleaning yourself. I could tell you were enjoying it, and that part was a huge turn on too.” “I love taking a bath,” I said, my mind all woozy with the beauty and sexiness of what he was saying. I always love poetry and he was speaking the sweetest, hottest verses to me right now “And I can't forget,” he continued, eyes glazed and slowly licking his lips at the memory. “You squatted down a bit, spreading your legs wide, and the slip ride up, showing off all of them firm, smooth thighs. And then you move that soapy rag up between them. I couldn't see exactly what you were doing, but I could see your hand moving in, way in, then slowly and firmly up and down, soap suds covering all of your hand, your upper thighs and pussy area. You keep washing, up and down, then around in little circles, then in and out. I managed to look at your face a few times, hoping you were not noticing me watching you. But your eyes were closed by then…as if you were in another world. Your body trembled then, vibrating…and when you opened your eyes you looked so blissful…the joy on your face was real as your hand moved under the dress. "Afterwards you waded into deeper water and sink down till the water was up to your chest. You bobbed up and down, rinsing off. You weren't wearing any brassiere and your breasts bounced up and down, so round and juicy looking with the wet slip plastered tight on them. I couldn't take my eyes off them. You were smiling at this time, a little smile, but a real smile…and I wonder how good it must feel to get such pleasure from washing your pumpum.” He stopped talking and I realized I was staring at him, my mouth wide open, hardly breathing, legs turning jelly. My body felt hot all over and I knew I was in heat. My pumpum was fluttering, steady and strong, like another heart was down there between my legs. There was a wetness too, warm and sticky, like a raw honey spring was starting to open up inside of me. “It was a good feeling,” I said to him, but decided not to mention that all that trembling and vibrating was me cumming. Maybe he knew and decided not to go there too. “And that's what has you running over here to see me?” “Yeah,” he smiled. “It was the exclamation point. I had seen you a couple days before and was going to check on you, but that just sealed the deal. I knew I had to come and see you” “And I am glad you did. You are just what I need with this rain pouring down out there.” I was shocked at how forward I sounded, but he had me feeling a certain way and I was in no condition to resist him, not that I wanted to at all. “I wished you would say that,” he responded, flexing his strong legs, spreading them wide, causing his cock to shift and stand out even more in the tight pants. He followed my eyes, then looked back at me. “Come over here. I want to feel what it's like to stroke your pussy the way you did.” The rain was still lashing outside as I walked the short distance over to him. I stopped a few inches from him, and he leaned forward, his face in line with my crotch. He looked up at me, eyes locked with mine, a little question in his eyes. I realized he was asking permission, even though I would bet he was picking up my sex scent and knew I was ready for him. I smiled at him and he smiled back, the question disappearing from his face. He was the man now, eyes heavy with desire and a lot of good, healthy lust. His wide nostrils opened up, like a jack donkey scenting the ginnie in heat. His tongue was out, slowly moistening the thick lips, moving slowly back and forth. His hands went around my waist and down to my ass, his fingers strong and possessive, gently squeezing my big, soft ass. I grunted as the pleasure build up some more. He looked up at me, satisfied with my response, then got bolder. His hands went under my dress and palmed my ass cheeks again. This time I felt the hard warmth of his hands on my bare ass, because I was wearing one of those thongs with just a little string buried deep between my ass cheeks. “You feel good,” he said softly, his hands busy, roaming all over my ass, fingertips finding and tracing the two dimples on my left cheek, then stroking all over, exploring me to his heart's content. “I like it, don't stop,” I encouraged him, leaning in to brace myself on his broad shoulders. He was like a rock, hard and firm, and I leaned into him as he owned my ass, kneading and stroking, then spreading the cheeks apart, so wide until I could feel my pussy lips opening slightly. “No stopping,” he said again, looking up at me. He kept his eyes on mine and I felt his fingers snaked under the strings of the thongs and slowly rolled them down my thighs. He carefully removed them from around my feet, then tucked them in the pants pocket. He flipped up the hem of the dress and his head disappeared from my view. He sniffed my pussy. Sniffed again, his lips so close to my flesh I could feel his warm breath on the sensitive lips. “You smell good,” he said from beneath the dress, his voice muffled but clear enough for me to hear him above the crashing rain. “It smell like good pussy.” He stood up suddenly and pointed to the couch. “Sit down,” he said, his voice all of a sudden sounding like a command. I quickly complied, body buzzing with anticipation. “Lean back,” he commanded again. “Make yourself comfortable.” I leaned back meekly, totally at his mercy. He seemed to tower over me, standing there, legs braced, his dick thick and hard in my dead Papa's pants. “Spread your legs. Put them up on the armrest. I want you wide open for me.” I hesitated a bit, but he was having none of it. “Just do it,” he said firmly, his bare foot nudging mine. I did as he demanded, lifting my legs up on to the armrest. The dress ride up all the way on my thighs to my belly. I lay there like that, fully skin out, exposing all of my wide-open thighs and my pussy to his eyes. And the doubt hit me hard as I lay there like that, doubt filling up my mind with negative thoughts, doubt that he would be disappointed. He didn't say or do anything, just stand there, eyes fastened on my pumpum, his mouth hanging open and breathing hard. He looked like he was in a spell, like the pussy put obeah on him. The doubt vanished and I smiled with relief and satisfaction. And I could feel the warmth spreading all over me again, starting out in my open pussy, like there was a fire growing down there, growing and spreading out. “What a way you like the pussy, ehh?” I asked him, although it was more like telling him. “Yeah,” he breathed, kneeling down and shuffling in between my legs. “What you like?” “How it's pretty,” he said, eyes roving over it. “So fat and juicy looking. The way you trim it low I can see all the meat. So plump and fresh looking. And the way it's opening up, showing off the sweet puffy brown lips and that wet, pink insides. Look at the clit…I can't wait to lick it good.” “Lick…??” He must have seen the shock on my face because he laughed and firmly nodded his head, making it clear he was going to do whatever he wanted. “Never get your pussy licked? Anybody ever eat you out?” “No,” I said, shocked and embarrassed at the same time, but the excitement hit me hard and I feel my pussy spasm, the hole opening and closing like the mouth of a red snapper out of water. He moved fast without any warning. One minute he was staring at my pumpum pulsing before him and the next second his head dive in and his tongue was swiping through my pussy from bottom all the way up to the top. It was electric, his thick warm tongue licking my wet flesh like he was licking his favorite Devon House ice-cream, when you don't want it to melt and waste in the hot sun. “Oh Jesus,” I moaned, shutting my eyes in ecstasy and my toes curled as the pleasure run through my legs, almost giving me muscle contract as my body tensed up from the sweetness. “It's not Jesus,” he said, talking directly into my pussy. “It's Tony.” His hands grasped my thighs and pushed them wider apart and his lips fastened on my clit and sucked softly. As my head threatened to explode his tongue flicked out and lashed the sensitive meat, swirling around it in little circles that drove me wild. “Rahtid,” I gasped. “it's so good.” “Lots more to come,” he promised, leaning back and looking up at me, his mouth glistening with my pussy juice. “Just lean back and enjoy it.” His hands were warm and firm on my thighs, pressing in, bending me back in two until my legs were pressed against my breasts and my pussy and ass were wide open, on full display before his hungry eyes. I could see all of it, between my big tits, past my rounded tummy and between my thighs. The pussy mound was high, like a little round hill with the trimmed bush barely hiding the meat beneath. The mound split, separating into the plump pussy lips that always stand out like two juicy sausages in my panties, so fat they were usually peeping out on each side of the panty. And right in the middle, above the deep pussy groove, was the clit, as big as my thumb top, standing up hard, glistening with his spit and my cream. He was in awe of my pumpum, but his eyes were everywhere, roving all over my body. I love my body, but I have this shame about some parts, like my tummy. His eyes were glowing, pure joy in them as he took in all of me. From my full breasts, over my belly, then down my quaking thighs then back up to my pussy, resting there, like it was the gold mine of his search. He licked my inner thighs, the soft, delicate flesh just below my pumpum, the part that kissed each other when I sit down or walk. “That sweet,” I said, trying to spread my legs more, invite him in even more. He licked again, a long, slow lick from my fleshy thigh up to my sex, stopping just below the fat lips. “I'm not playing with you anymore,' he said, eyes flashing up to me before returning to the business at hand. True, he had just licked my pussy, and I was now exposed to the pleasure of oral sex. But I wasn't prepared for the intense pleasure, the strange closeness and the nastiness that he was about to deliver to me, straight through my eager, creaming pussy. He licked me again, his tongue delving into the center of my pussy, slurping up my sticky juices, then licking the tender inner lips. "Oh God,” I moaned, as his tongue bored back into my hot hole and lapped me up, like he was drinking his favorite soup. He sucked up and down, drawing out the creamy cum, the sounds lewd and sexy all at once. It was sex sound, pussy sound, pleasure sound and my body and mind accepted and reacted to it, making my cunt even more soft and gushy, till the cream leaked out of me, running down the crease in my ass cheeks and on to the couch. “Eat out my pussy,” I coaxed him, my hand now on his shaved head, urging him on. He didn't need any encouragement, but the slurping got louder, and his tongue felt like a little cock, stimulating every nerve in my pumpum. “My clit now,' I groaned, arching up my ass off the couch, offering him all of my pussy. "Suck it like a lollipop. He did. "Oh sweet Jesus,' I bawled, as the heat and electricity exploded in my fat clit, sending the shivers down into my pumpum. He lapped me, the thick pink tongue gliding in and out of my pussy as it spasmed and spewed more cream for him to slurp. His hands left my thighs and I held them wide for him as his hands spread my pussy lips wide open and he dove in, his tongue straight and firm, digging into me like a hard cock. "Oh God, you so nasty,” I wailed as the tongue lashing put me in tremors. He didn't answer but suddenly I felt his finger sliding into my pussy and his tongue moved to claim my clit. He fucked me slowly with his finger, sinking all the way in then stroking firmly on the way out, teasing and exciting my pussy as no one had ever done before. He sucked and licked my clit at the same time, making me bawl with the twin pleasure. The rain thundered on the roof, matching my wails, and I felt a huge pressure building up inside me, way down in the depths of my cunt. It started to vibrate, big waves of delight rolling out with each lick and each finger fuck stroke. My body was trembling too, shaking in a frenzy. I gripped his head again, mashing his face into my cum plastered pussy and my thighs closed around his shoulders, squeezing and pressing him into me, as if I wanted his entire body to fuck my overstimulated pussy “Come for me now,' he ordered, screwing me with two fingers now, his lips and tongue going back to my clit, abusing it with delicious swirls and licks. My pussy was on fire, thanks to this grown up country nerd and I bellowed in the rain, cross-eyed and delirious from the pleasure attack. "Come for me,” he commanded again. “Give it up gal. Make this fat pussy buss in my mouth.” It was too sweet. And the rough, in-charge patois pushed me over the edge. The spasm hit like a big earthquake and the pussy erupted. The ecstasy washed over me, and I bucked up into him, bawling with every bolt of pleasure. He stayed with me, holding me in place, his lips and tongue working on my heated clit, keeping the pleasure going as my juices flowed like ripe honey, coating his lips and chin. Finally it slowed down, and I relaxed back into the couch, the seat warm and sticky beneath me. He moved his mouth off my pussy and leaned in over me, a pleased puss smile on his face. He was plastered in cum, and I could see a small piece of pussy hair sticking to his lip. I gently removed it and showed it to him, and we laughed out loud. Suddenly I heard the hurried footsteps out back and I looked at Tony in shock and worry. He heard it too, a questioning look on his face. I moved quickly, no time to think about a big plan. “Go hide under the bed in there,” I instructed, pointing in the direction of my bedroom. “take your shoes with you.” His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't question me, just did as I said. I straightened out my dress, looked around for my panties and recalled that Tony had put them in the pants pocket. I pushed the couch back in its right spot and cringed at the wet spot on it. I didn't have time to come up with a solution because the door rattled for a second or two then burst open as Mama rushed in, dripping rainwater. “You all wet,” I said. “Let me get you a towel.” “It's ok,” she replied. “I'll dry off after I get some food stuff at the shop. I just stopped to drop off my handbag and a few things. Thought of sending you but I need to pick out some things myself.” I breathed a big sigh of relief and waited in suspense, hoping Tony would keep quiet and out of sight. “It smell a little funny in here,” Mama frowned, nose sniffing the air. I knew what it was, and it was all over me and on the couch, like an irresistible perfume. “Might be the saltfish?” I asked innocently, gesturing towards the pot that contained the salted cod that was soaking in the water, in preparation for cooking. “Hmm,” she said doubtfully. “Must be a different type of saltfish that. It really smell high this time. Anyway, let me go get these things and come back. Start boil the saltfish.” She left the way she came in and when she got to the front of the house I watched her, peeking out through a small gap between the curtain and the wall. I waited until she was out the yard and up to the street, then watched some more until she disappeared around the corner. “You can come out now,” I called out to Tony. He was out in no time, a look of relief on his face and I could tell he was dying to laugh as well. “That was close, eh? You think really fast on your feet. What if there was no saltfish on the stove?” “I'd have to come up with something I guess,” I said, laughing at him. I switched the water in the pot and turned on the stove. We stood in silence for a bit, smiling at each other, eyes communicating the same message of delight over what we just did. But then his eyes roamed my body once more and grew sharp with desire. I looked at him, mouth going dry as I picked up his intention. My pussy clenched at the realization and I shivered with the thought of what he wanted to do to me. “You want to fuck me?” I asked slowly. “Yeah,” he nodded, moving in and kissing me. It was a long, deep kiss, and I tasted me in the kiss. I could tell he wanted me to taste it because he licked me all over, sucking in my wetness and giving me his, mingling everything together for us to enjoy as we greedily licked and sucked each other's lips and tongue. His hands palmed my ass once more and crushed me against him so that his hard cock rubbed against my lower belly, just above my pussy mound. He dipped slightly until it was pressed firmly against my sex. He rubbed against me like that and I felt him everywhere; his tongue deep in my mouth, hard chest stimulating my hard nipples, his hands spreading my ass cheeks and his cock exciting my pussy. “A going to fuck you now before your mother come back. Come over here.” He stripped off quickly and stood before me naked. I took my time. In the back of my head I knew we didn't have a lot of time and I needed him to dick me down good, but I took my time. He was fine. His body was hard from years of hard country work and developing bigger and harder, most likely from sports or the gym. His cock was a magnet. Even as I drank in his entire body I was tracking it from the corner of my eyes. It was there in shadowy form, but very real in the unmistakable bulk and the slight bobbing as he rocked back and forth on his heels. I looked at it now, fully giving it all my attention. It was not long but thick and heavy looking, very much like him, the skin smooth and tight, with a big vein running from top to bottom. He was circumcised, and the bulby head was extra smooth and shiny, as if it was polished with the greatest care. “I want to touch it,” I heard myself say. It wasn't my first cock by a long shot, but it had me in a trance, making me act like a spellbound virgin. “Say please,” he said, voice so firm I looked at him in surprise. “Say please,” he said again, eyes staring me down. “Please,” I said, my voice suddenly meek and soft, wondering how this man was bossing me around in my own house. “Get down on your knees.” Anger started to well up in me, but he moved into me, his eyes no more than two inches from mine. He was intense and in charge, suddenly reminding me of the big mongrel stalking the bitch in heat, knowing she was at his mercy. He knew I wanted him badly, and he was taking advantage of it to control me now. He saw the surrender in my eyes and his eyes blazed with the knowledge of the full conquest. His hands were on my shoulders, gentle but firm at the same time. I went down to my knees, the floor hard beneath them. I stared at his thigs, firm and strong like the mahogany tree trunk. His cock swayed between them, capturing my attention once more. I took it in my hands, cupping it, amazed at the heaviness and the heat radiating from it, thinking how it would easily fill up my pussy and heat it up. I caressed it slowly with my fingers, loving the smooth, silky feel, then closing my eyes and tracing the vein, enjoying the ridged feel. He inhaled suddenly and I looked up to see the look of pleasure on his face and it filled me with satisfaction that I could affect him like that. I circled the shiny head and he inhaled and grunted when my fingertip brushed the wide-open pee hole. “That's good,” he groaned, his thighs trembling with tension, as if he was in some sort of torture, which I guess he was, but the good type. I had never done it before and had no plans to do so but I took his cock in my mouth. His reaction had me charged up now, and the hood was so pretty and scary looking at the same time that I must have lost my mind and gave into whatever erotic message my pussy was sending. “Oh God,” he moaned, as I took the fat head in and let my saliva cover it. I sucked him softly, knowing that his dick head was bound to be super sensitive. “Yeah, I like that,” he grunted, his hips swinging forward to push some more dick into my mouth. I gently braced against his thighs to stop him from choking me and I licked him good, getting the head sloppy and wet and excited. “You suck cock good,” he mumbled, his hands firm on my shoulders as he slowly fucked my mouth with just the cock head. “But a not cumming like this. A going to fuck you. Get up.” I got up quickly and he flipped me around and guided me up on the couch, spreading my thighs as wide as they could go. He rolled up my dress until my ass and back were bare and my breasts hang exposed, brushing slightly against the backrest. I grabbed a hold of the couch and looked back at him, eager to see him preparing to fuck me. He was ready. His eyes were firmly planted on my swaying ass cheeks, then traveling down to stare at my wide-open lips and cum soaked pussy. His right hand was on my waist, steadying my body, and his left hand palmed the dick that looked really hard and fat now. I shivered in anticipation and my body vibrated with pleasure when the blunt head creased my waiting pussy lips. I kept my eyes on him and he looked me in the eyes as he slowly fed the thick hood into my pussy. The head stuck for a brief moment and I felt his fullness then, giving my soft, plump lips a good stretch before popping in. I felt the immediate relief and the sweetness, but he did not give me any time to rest. He lunged forward in one smooth motion and buried the cock all the way in my pussy. I took him like a champion, and the wet pussy squelched and farted when he bottomed out. He leaned in and his hands circled me, one high around my breasts and the other low, his forearm keeping me tight against him as his fingers and palm cupped my pussy mound. “We going to fuck now,” he whispered in my ears, and then he was hitting it hard. The couch rocked and the rain fell in a soft drizzle, barely audible on the roof as he screwed into me, every stroke churning my cream and filling the room with the sound of good fucking. “Give it to me good,” I begged him, slamming back on to his strokes. “Take it,' he ordered, pulling me in tighter and rabbit fucked me so hard that my pussy was creaming nonstop and his balls were slapping good against my clit as my insides burned with the sweetness. "Fuck me, you fucker,” I cried, fingers digging into the couch for dear life as he stroked me good. “I bet you dying for this pussy, huh?” “Oh yes,” he grunted. “I never dreamt it would happen for real, so I am a lucky man.” “I am lucky too,” I said, screwing my ass and squealing in delight as the fucking felt sweeter with the new motion. “You can fuck,” he said with admiration. “I love that. Love when a woman show that she love the sex.” “You good too,” I groaned, as he slowed down and sink it deep into me, the big vein rubbing and stimulating my steamy pussy. “I could fuck you all day and night but a want you to cum and your Mama soon come back.” He shifted behind me, climbing up on the couch, crouching over me like a male lion, his feet outside my legs, his hard, wet cock bobbing against my puffy labia. His left hand was now lower on my pussy, fingers over the lips, his other hand on my shoulder. He slid into me, gliding in easily, his cock soaked in my juices. I felt the difference when he picked up the speed, the cock hitting different, raking more against the front part of my pussy. He got into a steady rhythm and I rested on the couch and closed my eyes as my pussy hummed once more under the relentless dicking. “I love it,” I whispered, almost to myself. “You have good pussy,” he whispered back. “And I am owning it, ok?” He fucked me, over and over and I wailed into the lazy drizzle as my pussy voiced its pleasure with wet, sucking sounds. “Your Mama is coming,' he said. Panic surged in me and I glanced out the window. She was coming for real, hustling in the light drizzle. "You have 30 seconds to cum,” he said. “So that we will have time to clean up enough. Come with me.” He quickened the pace, his cock pumping into me in earnest, causing the juice to fly out of my pussy and wetting up my thighs. His finger found my clit, stroking it and giving me even more pleasure. I rocked with him, skewering my pussy on his hard cock, loving the delicious ache as she pounded my pussy. I stared out, anxiety mounting as I saw Mama coming closer and closer. And the exquisite sensations in my pussy grew and grew until I was shaking all over in ecstasy. I felt his cock pulsed in me, like a drumbeat. It pulsed again, harder this time, and with each stroke it vibrated even more until the extra stimulation was too much to bear. My pussy quaked, tremored, pulsed…and then it exploded. “Oh Jesus, I am coming,” I wailed. “Good,” he grunted, his strokes harder and shorter now, his fingers delivering mind numbing pleasure to my clit as I gushed on his dick. “I'm coming now,” he warned, and his cock pulsed powerfully in the middle of my orgasm, and I felt the gush of semen as he filled me up. He fucked me through it, and I held him tight to me, enjoying the feel of his cock vibrating in my clasping pussy as his seed swirled in me. There wasn't much room for it and it soon leaked out on to my vulva. I wanted to stay there and savor it, revel in the sweet nastiness but Mama was less than two minutes away. “Let's clean up,” I said, shuffling beneath him. He backed away carefully, his cock making an audible pop as it left my pussy. I suddenly felt the emptiness and wished I could sink back on to him, but had to use common sense. We cleaned up quickly, fixing up as best as possible. The scent of well fucked pussy hung heavy in the air, and I panicked again at the thought of Mama walking into it. But relief washed over me a second later, rolling in on the pungent aroma of boiling saltfish. I opened the door, casually looking out as I let in fresh air to help freshen the room. “Tony!” Mama gushed as soon as she set eyes on him. “What a pleasant surprise!” The joy and respect were evident in her eyes. And he looked smart and respectable there, all dressed up again, his manner very much like the intelligent, church-going young man she knew. I grinned to myself, doing my best to keep the expression inside of me. It was funny seeing her reverence when she would have been horrified if she had seen him fucking me senseless just minutes ago. I grinned again as I felt his seed seeping from my still throbbing pussy. “You have to stay for dinner,” she said, bustling about the kitchen. “How long you down for?” ‘All of the summer, ma'am.“ "Well, it's good to have you and I hope you will visit us some more.” “Yes ma'am,” he said with a straight face. My expression was neutral too as my bare pussy pulsed at the thought of him visiting again and again. by Kuntry yute for Literotica
Village reunion turns steamy, fueled by erotic river sighting. by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose. No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kette drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart's content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.I had something else in mind though, and the first real buzz of anticipation and excitement coursed through my body, leaving me tingling and warming up all over, especially down in my belly bottom and my nipples. The sensation cooled off a bit as I thought about Mama coming home sooner than expected. She had almost caught me once, and I was saved only by the fact that she had left her keys and had to call me to open the door. She had her keys now, and the rain would mask any sound of her approach. But I wasn't going to be denied. This moment was too good to waste. The living room had a big window that looked out on the yard and provided a full view of anyone approaching, as long as the curtain was not fully drawn. I could enjoy the comfort of the love seat and keep an eye out for Mama; all I needed to do was turn it around to face the yard. I easily flipped the couch around, nervous excitement overtaking my senses and body as I imagined the delights just seconds away. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom, pulled a couple items from my drawer and hustled back to the living room. I started opening the curtains and recoiled in shock and irritation. Someone – looks like a man - was out there in the rain, splashing up on the verandah and depositing a rickety black umbrella in a corner before knocking on the door. The umbrella was useless, on account of all the water he was busy brushing off his arms and legs. I stashed my items under the couch seat and opened the door, intent on quickly dealing with him and getting to my pleasure. “Hi Cherry” he greeted after a slight pause, surprised uncertainty in his eyes as he brushed a few droplets from his face. I figured he was expecting to see Mama instead of me. “Tony, right?” I responded with a smile. “Yes,” he said, grinning suddenly at me from his rain-wet face. My irritation was dissolving rapidly as I looked him over. I had glimpsed him three nights ago, the first time since he had left for university two years ago. Many people didn't go to university from this village, and people talked about him a lot, including his mother who couldn't stop boasting about her bright son. It was annoying, especially for someone like me that didn't make it to university. I wasn't annoyed now though. He was short and stocky when we were kids. He wasn't tall now, just medium height, about two inches taller than my five foot eight. The stocky look was still there, but more athletic, like he was a sprinter or one of those American football players. As a boy his father used to give him bad haircuts, and it worsened the look of his face which was already ordinary with the flat nose and large, almost bulging eyes. Nobody would call him handsome now, but he had grown up well, sporting a clean shaved head, with eyes that were sharp and intelligent looking, and a face that was strong and hard, like a thick chunk of cured pimento wood. His eyes moved quickly, up and down, just as I had done. But it was open and forward, the type of look that said he was not afraid to show his hand. He wanted me to know he was seeing me as a woman, a woman that grabbed his interest, and he wanted me to react to that interest. I was interested in him for real, no doubt about it. I had felt it when I saw him last Friday, that flash of sexual curiosity, seeing him all sexy and relaxed. He had looked at me quickly, followed by a smile of recognition and a polite greeting. I smiled back, blushing and hoping he hadn't seen the interest in my eyes. Now I grinned to myself, thinking how smooth he was then in the public place, acting all polite and decent, when he was clearly interested and just biding his time. There was a prickling on my skin, leaving goosebumps on my arms and my nipples felt like someone was giving them little electric shocks. My pumpum twitched suddenly with pleasure, a sweet, achy pleasure. I was shocked at the reaction in my body and suddenly my thighs squeezed together, as if to keep the feelings trapped down there and not affecting the rest of me, for fear he could see his effect on me. He was like a godsend, appearing as if by miracle, just when I was in the mood to frig myself with the weather and Mama cooperating so well. But with some effort I reined in the feelings. There was desire in his eyes, but I couldn't assume he was planning to do anything about it right now. “You here to see Mama?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said, after a little hesitation. “My Mama asked me to drop off this partner money, and I couldn't pass up the chance to see you.” “I see you develop some sweet tongue,” I said saucily but I am sure he could tell I was flattered by his words. “Sweet tongue yes, but truth too,” he said boldly, eyes lively with daring. “Well, it's good to see you too,” I said, giving him a little something in return, although I was warming up to him much faster than my words would indicate. He held out his hand, offering an envelope that bulged slightly with the contents. “I'll give it to her,” I said, taking the envelope. He stood there for a moment, eyes thoughtful, looking me over. I watched him, imagining the wheels turning in his head, figuring out how he should proceed. I waited, realizing belatedly with a touch of embarrassment that my lips were parted in anticipation of his next move. “You want to dry those clothes?” I asked suddenly, surprising myself with the question. “Could give you time for the rain to ease off and you can tell me about life in Kingston.” He looked at me sharply, surprise on his face. He looked down at his body with a frown, no doubt seeing and feeling the wetness in his shirt and pants. He looked at me, eyes steady, thinking it over. “Ok,” he said with a shrug and smile. “Do you have something for me to put on or am I supposed to wait naked?” “Not a bad idea,” I laughed back at him, knowing he was seeing the devilry in my eyes. “Don't worry though, I'll get you some of Papa's clothes. He doesn't need them anymore.” I found a clean set of pants and shirt that looked close enough for his size. It was far from perfect though, because he was shorter and more muscular than Papa. The shirt was tight across his chest and arms and the pants were snug in the butt and crotch. He looked funny and sexy at the same time. He went and sat in my couch, making himself comfortable while I draped his wet clothes on the warm grate behind the fridge. We talked for a bit, catching up on each other's life over the past two years. I felt jealous, because he seemed to be doing so much and here I was wasting away in the dead-end village. He surprised me though, by praising what I was doing. “Honey is a big deal,” he said, a little frown on his face. “You just need to scale up and get connected to the right distribution channels.” I didn't go to university, but I was always learning shit from free college courses and podcasts when the internet complied, so I knew what he was talking about. “Scale up needs money and time, and that's time I have to put in my regular job.” “Let me think about it,” he replied, then leaned back in the couch with a strange smile on his face. “I see you still go to the river?” “What?” I asked, frowning at him. I was perplexed as to why he would ask about the river. “Those days were exciting even with the hard work,” he said with a longing look on his face. “Remember how we all used to play after the wash? Hide and seek, catch crawfish, eat guineps till we couldn't walk properly…” “Oh boy,” I smiled, remembering. “Those were the good old days. Kids nowadays just want to play video games. No love for nature. We don't even wash clothes down there anymore. That life pretty much done.” “Yet you were there yesterday,” he said quietly, his eyes still on my face. “You were at the river?” I asked him, a nervous type of anxiousness spreading slowly through my belly. He nodded silently, watching me. It might not be too bad, I thought to myself. Maybe he saw me going down or coming up, not necessarily in the river itself. But his next words shattered my flimsy hope. “That big pool with the mango tree over it. I was heading for it, but just as I was about to climb down the bank, I saw you. I immediately thought of leaving but I just stood there, as if I had no power to move. I'm sorry for snooping on you but it was as if you hooked me right there, and the more I looked the more you pulled me in.” I was ashamed and angry. In truth I really didn't mind if someone sees me naked if I know and can make the decision for myself. But this was Peeping Tom stuff, him seeing me and copping a look without me knowing. “You were snooping on me?” I snapped at him. “Your fault for bathing out in public,” he said calmly, a little smile dancing across his lips, no doubt enjoying himself. It was true. I knew it could happen but figured and hoped no one would be around. I was dying for a river bath; to have all the water I need to wash freely without thinking about conserving water. At least I didn't bathe fully naked, although the flimsy slip was not much covering, especially when wet. “What was so enticing?” I asked. His reasoning had taken away my excuse for being angry, and I decided to focus on the exciting part of what he had said. “Everything,” he said, a faraway look in his eyes, faraway and happy. “I could just look at you all day, if you were just standing there in that wet slip, sticking to you like a second skin, you all curvy and sweet. But when you start to wash yourself it just make it sweeter.” I am accustomed to men telling me how I look, in explicit terms. This was different. It's amazing how two men could make it clear that they want bed you, and one leaves you disgusted while the other makes you wat to take off your panties right away. Tony was the panty dropping type. He looked me in the eye once more and shuffled around in the couch, trying to make himself more comfortable, maybe because the pants were too tight for him. Without thinking my eyes slipped down to his crotch and they popped in surprise when I saw the clear outline of his hood to one side. I was surprised but the achiness in my pussy ramped up even more as I imagined him without pants. He must have caught my eyes, and I am sure now that I wanted him to see me checking him out like that. His expression changed, his eyes boring into me, so intense that it was like I was not wearing any clothes and he could see all my nakedness and even into my thoughts. it was surprising to me how comfortable and excited I felt, all alone here with him. Somehow, he had put me at ease without trying too hard, just by being himself. It helped a lot that I was already in the mood to play, but he sure revved up my interest. It was strange. He wasn't really my type. He was this nice, book type, not the big-talking rude boys I tend to like, even though they were not the best for me. Tony was different in a good way from way back, and his time in the city sure made him a sexy, confident man. “So what exactly got you so spellbound at the river?” I asked finally. “All of you, but it was a different level of wonder when you started to soap up,” he said, pulling my attention firmly back from my thoughts and squarely on to him. “It was like watching you caressing yourself for my benefit, caressing and massaging, your body wet and covered in soap bubbles. And the way you did it…it was not just a chore, not just cleaning yourself. I could tell you were enjoying it, and that part was a huge turn on too.” “I love taking a bath,” I said, my mind all woozy with the beauty and sexiness of what he was saying. I always love poetry and he was speaking the sweetest, hottest verses to me right now “And I can't forget,” he continued, eyes glazed and slowly licking his lips at the memory. “You squatted down a bit, spreading your legs wide, and the slip ride up, showing off all of them firm, smooth thighs. And then you move that soapy rag up between them. I couldn't see exactly what you were doing, but I could see your hand moving in, way in, then slowly and firmly up and down, soap suds covering all of your hand, your upper thighs and pussy area. You keep washing, up and down, then around in little circles, then in and out. I managed to look at your face a few times, hoping you were not noticing me watching you. But your eyes were closed by then…as if you were in another world. Your body trembled then, vibrating…and when you opened your eyes you looked so blissful…the joy on your face was real as your hand moved under the dress. "Afterwards you waded into deeper water and sink down till the water was up to your chest. You bobbed up and down, rinsing off. You weren't wearing any brassiere and your breasts bounced up and down, so round and juicy looking with the wet slip plastered tight on them. I couldn't take my eyes off them. You were smiling at this time, a little smile, but a real smile…and I wonder how good it must feel to get such pleasure from washing your pumpum.” He stopped talking and I realized I was staring at him, my mouth wide open, hardly breathing, legs turning jelly. My body felt hot all over and I knew I was in heat. My pumpum was fluttering, steady and strong, like another heart was down there between my legs. There was a wetness too, warm and sticky, like a raw honey spring was starting to open up inside of me. “It was a good feeling,” I said to him, but decided not to mention that all that trembling and vibrating was me cumming. Maybe he knew and decided not to go there too. “And that's what has you running over here to see me?” “Yeah,” he smiled. “It was the exclamation point. I had seen you a couple days before and was going to check on you, but that just sealed the deal. I knew I had to come and see you” “And I am glad you did. You are just what I need with this rain pouring down out there.” I was shocked at how forward I sounded, but he had me feeling a certain way and I was in no condition to resist him, not that I wanted to at all. “I wished you would say that,” he responded, flexing his strong legs, spreading them wide, causing his cock to shift and stand out even more in the tight pants. He followed my eyes, then looked back at me. “Come over here. I want to feel what it's like to stroke your pussy the way you did.” The rain was still lashing outside as I walked the short distance over to him. I stopped a few inches from him, and he leaned forward, his face in line with my crotch. He looked up at me, eyes locked with mine, a little question in his eyes. I realized he was asking permission, even though I would bet he was picking up my sex scent and knew I was ready for him. I smiled at him and he smiled back, the question disappearing from his face. He was the man now, eyes heavy with desire and a lot of good, healthy lust. His wide nostrils opened up, like a jack donkey scenting the ginnie in heat. His tongue was out, slowly moistening the thick lips, moving slowly back and forth. His hands went around my waist and down to my ass, his fingers strong and possessive, gently squeezing my big, soft ass. I grunted as the pleasure build up some more. He looked up at me, satisfied with my response, then got bolder. His hands went under my dress and palmed my ass cheeks again. This time I felt the hard warmth of his hands on my bare ass, because I was wearing one of those thongs with just a little string buried deep between my ass cheeks. “You feel good,” he said softly, his hands busy, roaming all over my ass, fingertips finding and tracing the two dimples on my left cheek, then stroking all over, exploring me to his heart's content. “I like it, don't stop,” I encouraged him, leaning in to brace myself on his broad shoulders. He was like a rock, hard and firm, and I leaned into him as he owned my ass, kneading and stroking, then spreading the cheeks apart, so wide until I could feel my pussy lips opening slightly. “No stopping,” he said again, looking up at me. He kept his eyes on mine and I felt his fingers snaked under the strings of the thongs and slowly rolled them down my thighs. He carefully removed them from around my feet, then tucked them in the pants pocket. He flipped up the hem of the dress and his head disappeared from my view. He sniffed my pussy. Sniffed again, his lips so close to my flesh I could feel his warm breath on the sensitive lips. “You smell good,” he said from beneath the dress, his voice muffled but clear enough for me to hear him above the crashing rain. “It smell like good pussy.” He stood up suddenly and pointed to the couch. “Sit down,” he said, his voice all of a sudden sounding like a command. I quickly complied, body buzzing with anticipation. “Lean back,” he commanded again. “Make yourself comfortable.” I leaned back meekly, totally at his mercy. He seemed to tower over me, standing there, legs braced, his dick thick and hard in my dead Papa's pants. “Spread your legs. Put them up on the armrest. I want you wide open for me.” I hesitated a bit, but he was having none of it. “Just do it,” he said firmly, his bare foot nudging mine. I did as he demanded, lifting my legs up on to the armrest. The dress ride up all the way on my thighs to my belly. I lay there like that, fully skin out, exposing all of my wide-open thighs and my pussy to his eyes. And the doubt hit me hard as I lay there like that, doubt filling up my mind with negative thoughts, doubt that he would be disappointed. He didn't say or do anything, just stand there, eyes fastened on my pumpum, his mouth hanging open and breathing hard. He looked like he was in a spell, like the pussy put obeah on him. The doubt vanished and I smiled with relief and satisfaction. And I could feel the warmth spreading all over me again, starting out in my open pussy, like there was a fire growing down there, growing and spreading out. “What a way you like the pussy, ehh?” I asked him, although it was more like telling him. “Yeah,” he breathed, kneeling down and shuffling in between my legs. “What you like?” “How it's pretty,” he said, eyes roving over it. “So fat and juicy looking. The way you trim it low I can see all the meat. So plump and fresh looking. And the way it's opening up, showing off the sweet puffy brown lips and that wet, pink insides. Look at the clit…I can't wait to lick it good.” “Lick…??” He must have seen the shock on my face because he laughed and firmly nodded his head, making it clear he was going to do whatever he wanted. “Never get your pussy licked? Anybody ever eat you out?” “No,” I said, shocked and embarrassed at the same time, but the excitement hit me hard and I feel my pussy spasm, the hole opening and closing like the mouth of a red snapper out of water. He moved fast without any warning. One minute he was staring at my pumpum pulsing before him and the next second his head dive in and his tongue was swiping through my pussy from bottom all the way up to the top. It was electric, his thick warm tongue licking my wet flesh like he was licking his favorite Devon House ice-cream, when you don't want it to melt and waste in the hot sun. “Oh Jesus,” I moaned, shutting my eyes in ecstasy and my toes curled as the pleasure run through my legs, almost giving me muscle contract as my body tensed up from the sweetness. “It's not Jesus,” he said, talking directly into my pussy. “It's Tony.” His hands grasped my thighs and pushed them wider apart and his lips fastened on my clit and sucked softly. As my head threatened to explode his tongue flicked out and lashed the sensitive meat, swirling around it in little circles that drove me wild. “Rahtid,” I gasped. “it's so good.” “Lots more to come,” he promised, leaning back and looking up at me, his mouth glistening with my pussy juice. “Just lean back and enjoy it.” His hands were warm and firm on my thighs, pressing in, bending me back in two until my legs were pressed against my breasts and my pussy and ass were wide open, on full display before his hungry eyes. I could see all of it, between my big tits, past my rounded tummy and between my thighs. The pussy mound was high, like a little round hill with the trimmed bush barely hiding the meat beneath. The mound split, separating into the plump pussy lips that always stand out like two juicy sausages in my panties, so fat they were usually peeping out on each side of the panty. And right in the middle, above the deep pussy groove, was the clit, as big as my thumb top, standing up hard, glistening with his spit and my cream. He was in awe of my pumpum, but his eyes were everywhere, roving all over my body. I love my body, but I have this shame about some parts, like my tummy. His eyes were glowing, pure joy in them as he took in all of me. From my full breasts, over my belly, then down my quaking thighs then back up to my pussy, resting there, like it was the gold mine of his search. He licked my inner thighs, the soft, delicate flesh just below my pumpum, the part that kissed each other when I sit down or walk. “That sweet,” I said, trying to spread my legs more, invite him in even more. He licked again, a long, slow lick from my fleshy thigh up to my sex, stopping just below the fat lips. “I'm not playing with you anymore,' he said, eyes flashing up to me before returning to the business at hand. True, he had just licked my pussy, and I was now exposed to the pleasure of oral sex. But I wasn't prepared for the intense pleasure, the strange closeness and the nastiness that he was about to deliver to me, straight through my eager, creaming pussy. He licked me again, his tongue delving into the center of my pussy, slurping up my sticky juices, then licking the tender inner lips. "Oh God,” I moaned, as his tongue bored back into my hot hole and lapped me up, like he was drinking his favorite soup. He sucked up and down, drawing out the creamy cum, the sounds lewd and sexy all at once. It was sex sound, pussy sound, pleasure sound and my body and mind accepted and reacted to it, making my cunt even more soft and gushy, till the cream leaked out of me, running down the crease in my ass cheeks and on to the couch. “Eat out my pussy,” I coaxed him, my hand now on his shaved head, urging him on. He didn't need any encouragement, but the slurping got louder, and his tongue felt like a little cock, stimulating every nerve in my pumpum. “My clit now,' I groaned, arching up my ass off the couch, offering him all of my pussy. "Suck it like a lollipop. He did. "Oh sweet Jesus,' I bawled, as the heat and electricity exploded in my fat clit, sending the shivers down into my pumpum. He lapped me, the thick pink tongue gliding in and out of my pussy as it spasmed and spewed more cream for him to slurp. His hands left my thighs and I held them wide for him as his hands spread my pussy lips wide open and he dove in, his tongue straight and firm, digging into me like a hard cock. "Oh God, you so nasty,” I wailed as the tongue lashing put me in tremors. He didn't answer but suddenly I felt his finger sliding into my pussy and his tongue moved to claim my clit. He fucked me slowly with his finger, sinking all the way in then stroking firmly on the way out, teasing and exciting my pussy as no one had ever done before. He sucked and licked my clit at the same time, making me bawl with the twin pleasure. The rain thundered on the roof, matching my wails, and I felt a huge pressure building up inside me, way down in the depths of my cunt. It started to vibrate, big waves of delight rolling out with each lick and each finger fuck stroke. My body was trembling too, shaking in a frenzy. I gripped his head again, mashing his face into my cum plastered pussy and my thighs closed around his shoulders, squeezing and pressing him into me, as if I wanted his entire body to fuck my overstimulated pussy “Come for me now,' he ordered, screwing me with two fingers now, his lips and tongue going back to my clit, abusing it with delicious swirls and licks. My pussy was on fire, thanks to this grown up country nerd and I bellowed in the rain, cross-eyed and delirious from the pleasure attack. "Come for me,” he commanded again. “Give it up gal. Make this fat pussy buss in my mouth.” It was too sweet. And the rough, in-charge patois pushed me over the edge. The spasm hit like a big earthquake and the pussy erupted. The ecstasy washed over me, and I bucked up into him, bawling with every bolt of pleasure. He stayed with me, holding me in place, his lips and tongue working on my heated clit, keeping the pleasure going as my juices flowed like ripe honey, coating his lips and chin. Finally it slowed down, and I relaxed back into the couch, the seat warm and sticky beneath me. He moved his mouth off my pussy and leaned in over me, a pleased puss smile on his face. He was plastered in cum, and I could see a small piece of pussy hair sticking to his lip. I gently removed it and showed it to him, and we laughed out loud. Suddenly I heard the hurried footsteps out back and I looked at Tony in shock and worry. He heard it too, a questioning look on his face. I moved quickly, no time to think about a big plan. “Go hide under the bed in there,” I instructed, pointing in the direction of my bedroom. “take your shoes with you.” His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't question me, just did as I said. I straightened out my dress, looked around for my panties and recalled that Tony had put them in the pants pocket. I pushed the couch back in its right spot and cringed at the wet spot on it. I didn't have time to come up with a solution because the door rattled for a second or two then burst open as Mama rushed in, dripping rainwater. “You all wet,” I said. “Let me get you a towel.” “It's ok,” she replied. “I'll dry off after I get some food stuff at the shop. I just stopped to drop off my handbag and a few things. Thought of sending you but I need to pick out some things myself.” I breathed a big sigh of relief and waited in suspense, hoping Tony would keep quiet and out of sight. “It smell a little funny in here,” Mama frowned, nose sniffing the air. I knew what it was, and it was all over me and on the couch, like an irresistible perfume. “Might be the saltfish?” I asked innocently, gesturing towards the pot that contained the salted cod that was soaking in the water, in preparation for cooking. “Hmm,” she said doubtfully. “Must be a different type of saltfish that. It really smell high this time. Anyway, let me go get these things and come back. Start boil the saltfish.” She left the way she came in and when she got to the front of the house I watched her, peeking out through a small gap between the curtain and the wall. I waited until she was out the yard and up to the street, then watched some more until she disappeared around the corner. “You can come out now,” I called out to Tony. He was out in no time, a look of relief on his face and I could tell he was dying to laugh as well. “That was close, eh? You think really fast on your feet. What if there was no saltfish on the stove?” “I'd have to come up with something I guess,” I said, laughing at him. I switched the water in the pot and turned on the stove. We stood in silence for a bit, smiling at each other, eyes communicating the same message of delight over what we just did. But then his eyes roamed my body once more and grew sharp with desire. I looked at him, mouth going dry as I picked up his intention. My pussy clenched at the realization and I shivered with the thought of what he wanted to do to me. “You want to fuck me?” I asked slowly. “Yeah,” he nodded, moving in and kissing me. It was a long, deep kiss, and I tasted me in the kiss. I could tell he wanted me to taste it because he licked me all over, sucking in my wetness and giving me his, mingling everything together for us to enjoy as we greedily licked and sucked each other's lips and tongue. His hands palmed my ass once more and crushed me against him so that his hard cock rubbed against my lower belly, just above my pussy mound. He dipped slightly until it was pressed firmly against my sex. He rubbed against me like that and I felt him everywhere; his tongue deep in my mouth, hard chest stimulating my hard nipples, his hands spreading my ass cheeks and his cock exciting my pussy. “A going to fuck you now before your mother come back. Come over here.” He stripped off quickly and stood before me naked. I took my time. In the back of my head I knew we didn't have a lot of time and I needed him to dick me down good, but I took my time. He was fine. His body was hard from years of hard country work and developing bigger and harder, most likely from sports or the gym. His cock was a magnet. Even as I drank in his entire body I was tracking it from the corner of my eyes. It was there in shadowy form, but very real in the unmistakable bulk and the slight bobbing as he rocked back and forth on his heels. I looked at it now, fully giving it all my attention. It was not long but thick and heavy looking, very much like him, the skin smooth and tight, with a big vein running from top to bottom. He was circumcised, and the bulby head was extra smooth and shiny, as if it was polished with the greatest care. “I want to touch it,” I heard myself say. It wasn't my first cock by a long shot, but it had me in a trance, making me act like a spellbound virgin. “Say please,” he said, voice so firm I looked at him in surprise. “Say please,” he said again, eyes staring me down. “Please,” I said, my voice suddenly meek and soft, wondering how this man was bossing me around in my own house. “Get down on your knees.” Anger started to well up in me, but he moved into me, his eyes no more than two inches from mine. He was intense and in charge, suddenly reminding me of the big mongrel stalking the bitch in heat, knowing she was at his mercy. He knew I wanted him badly, and he was taking advantage of it to control me now. He saw the surrender in my eyes and his eyes blazed with the knowledge of the full conquest. His hands were on my shoulders, gentle but firm at the same time. I went down to my knees, the floor hard beneath them. I stared at his thigs, firm and strong like the mahogany tree trunk. His cock swayed between them, capturing my attention once more. I took it in my hands, cupping it, amazed at the heaviness and the heat radiating from it, thinking how it would easily fill up my pussy and heat it up. I caressed it slowly with my fingers, loving the smooth, silky feel, then closing my eyes and tracing the vein, enjoying the ridged feel. He inhaled suddenly and I looked up to see the look of pleasure on his face and it filled me with satisfaction that I could affect him like that. I circled the shiny head and he inhaled and grunted when my fingertip brushed the wide-open pee hole. “That's good,” he groaned, his thighs trembling with tension, as if he was in some sort of torture, which I guess he was, but the good type. I had never done it before and had no plans to do so but I took his cock in my mouth. His reaction had me charged up now, and the hood was so pretty and scary looking at the same time that I must have lost my mind and gave into whatever erotic message my pussy was sending. “Oh God,” he moaned, as I took the fat head in and let my saliva cover it. I sucked him softly, knowing that his dick head was bound to be super sensitive. “Yeah, I like that,” he grunted, his hips swinging forward to push some more dick into my mouth. I gently braced against his thighs to stop him from choking me and I licked him good, getting the head sloppy and wet and excited. “You suck cock good,” he mumbled, his hands firm on my shoulders as he slowly fucked my mouth with just the cock head. “But a not cumming like this. A going to fuck you. Get up.” I got up quickly and he flipped me around and guided me up on the couch, spreading my thighs as wide as they could go. He rolled up my dress until my ass and back were bare and my breasts hang exposed, brushing slightly against the backrest. I grabbed a hold of the couch and looked back at him, eager to see him preparing to fuck me. He was ready. His eyes were firmly planted on my swaying ass cheeks, then traveling down to stare at my wide-open lips and cum soaked pussy. His right hand was on my waist, steadying my body, and his left hand palmed the dick that looked really hard and fat now. I shivered in anticipation and my body vibrated with pleasure when the blunt head creased my waiting pussy lips. I kept my eyes on him and he looked me in the eyes as he slowly fed the thick hood into my pussy. The head stuck for a brief moment and I felt his fullness then, giving my soft, plump lips a good stretch before popping in. I felt the immediate relief and the sweetness, but he did not give me any time to rest. He lunged forward in one smooth motion and buried the cock all the way in my pussy. I took him like a champion, and the wet pussy squelched and farted when he bottomed out. He leaned in and his hands circled me, one high around my breasts and the other low, his forearm keeping me tight against him as his fingers and palm cupped my pussy mound. “We going to fuck now,” he whispered in my ears, and then he was hitting it hard. The couch rocked and the rain fell in a soft drizzle, barely audible on the roof as he screwed into me, every stroke churning my cream and filling the room with the sound of good fucking. “Give it to me good,” I begged him, slamming back on to his strokes. “Take it,' he ordered, pulling me in tighter and rabbit fucked me so hard that my pussy was creaming nonstop and his balls were slapping good against my clit as my insides burned with the sweetness. "Fuck me, you fucker,” I cried, fingers digging into the couch for dear life as he stroked me good. “I bet you dying for this pussy, huh?” “Oh yes,” he grunted. “I never dreamt it would happen for real, so I am a lucky man.” “I am lucky too,” I said, screwing my ass and squealing in delight as the fucking felt sweeter with the new motion. “You can fuck,” he said with admiration. “I love that. Love when a woman show that she love the sex.” “You good too,” I groaned, as he slowed down and sink it deep into me, the big vein rubbing and stimulating my steamy pussy. “I could fuck you all day and night but a want you to cum and your Mama soon come back.” He shifted behind me, climbing up on the couch, crouching over me like a male lion, his feet outside my legs, his hard, wet cock bobbing against my puffy labia. His left hand was now lower on my pussy, fingers over the lips, his other hand on my shoulder. He slid into me, gliding in easily, his cock soaked in my juices. I felt the difference when he picked up the speed, the cock hitting different, raking more against the front part of my pussy. He got into a steady rhythm and I rested on the couch and closed my eyes as my pussy hummed once more under the relentless dicking. “I love it,” I whispered, almost to myself. “You have good pussy,” he whispered back. “And I am owning it, ok?” He fucked me, over and over and I wailed into the lazy drizzle as my pussy voiced its pleasure with wet, sucking sounds. “Your Mama is coming,' he said. Panic surged in me and I glanced out the window. She was coming for real, hustling in the light drizzle. "You have 30 seconds to cum,” he said. “So that we will have time to clean up enough. Come with me.” He quickened the pace, his cock pumping into me in earnest, causing the juice to fly out of my pussy and wetting up my thighs. His finger found my clit, stroking it and giving me even more pleasure. I rocked with him, skewering my pussy on his hard cock, loving the delicious ache as she pounded my pussy. I stared out, anxiety mounting as I saw Mama coming closer and closer. And the exquisite sensations in my pussy grew and grew until I was shaking all over in ecstasy. I felt his cock pulsed in me, like a drumbeat. It pulsed again, harder this time, and with each stroke it vibrated even more until the extra stimulation was too much to bear. My pussy quaked, tremored, pulsed…and then it exploded. “Oh Jesus, I am coming,” I wailed. “Good,” he grunted, his strokes harder and shorter now, his fingers delivering mind numbing pleasure to my clit as I gushed on his dick. “I'm coming now,” he warned, and his cock pulsed powerfully in the middle of my orgasm, and I felt the gush of semen as he filled me up. He fucked me through it, and I held him tight to me, enjoying the feel of his cock vibrating in my clasping pussy as his seed swirled in me. There wasn't much room for it and it soon leaked out on to my vulva. I wanted to stay there and savor it, revel in the sweet nastiness but Mama was less than two minutes away. “Let's clean up,” I said, shuffling beneath him. He backed away carefully, his cock making an audible pop as it left my pussy. I suddenly felt the emptiness and wished I could sink back on to him, but had to use common sense. We cleaned up quickly, fixing up as best as possible. The scent of well fucked pussy hung heavy in the air, and I panicked again at the thought of Mama walking into it. But relief washed over me a second later, rolling in on the pungent aroma of boiling saltfish. I opened the door, casually looking out as I let in fresh air to help freshen the room. “Tony!” Mama gushed as soon as she set eyes on him. “What a pleasant surprise!” The joy and respect were evident in her eyes. And he looked smart and respectable there, all dressed up again, his manner very much like the intelligent, church-going young man she knew. I grinned to myself, doing my best to keep the expression inside of me. It was funny seeing her reverence when she would have been horrified if she had seen him fucking me senseless just minutes ago. I grinned again as I felt his seed seeping from my still throbbing pussy. “You have to stay for dinner,” she said, bustling about the kitchen. “How long you down for?” ‘All of the summer, ma'am.“ "Well, it's good to have you and I hope you will visit us some more.” “Yes ma'am,” he said with a straight face. My expression was neutral too as my bare pussy pulsed at the thought of him visiting again and again. by Kuntry yute for Literotica
Owen and Moon stopped by to talk about Owen's upcoming book "My Mama, Cass" about her mother Cass Elliot of the Mamas & the Papas.https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-features/cass-elliot-owen-daughter-book-announcement-1234871278/https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-mama-cass-owen-elliot-kugell/1144228239Every Friday, Live at 5PM from Los Angeles https://www.youtube.com/@rocktailsradiohttps://rocktailsradio.comThis podcast is hosted on Buzzsprout. See privacy policy here: https://www.buzzsprout.com/privacy
In this episode of White Canes Connect, Simon Bonenfant speaks with ADLN program coordinator Lee Etzold and newly trained audio describer Gina Pisasale as they discuss how the program was formed, how the training was conducted, and who was selected to participate. They also discuss the strong support team of blind and visually impaired coaches, other audio describer mentors, and audio description trainees. While audio-described performances in the Philadelphia area have been available for quite some time, there is a need for more audio describers, particularly from diverse backgrounds. Recently, a group of local theatres have come together to make this dream a reality—calling the initiative the Audio Description Learning Network or ADLN. Simon and Gina discuss their journey working together to facilitate an audio-described A Christmas Carol Comedy performance. The show took place at Hedgerow in early December. Show notes at https://www.whitecanesconnect.com/095 Participating Theaters The four Philadelphia theatres that participated include The Hedgerow Theatre Company, People's Light, 1812 Productions, and The Wilma Theatre. Each site included a preview performance and a public show, giving the audio describers multiple chances to practice their work. Describers were also required to produce pre-show notes to provide blind and visually impaired patrons access to more detailed visual information. Small at the People's Light Join audio describer trainee Beth Feldman Brandt as she describes a production called Small. The production will occur on Sunday, January 28, at 2:00 PM. More details can be found at https://www.peopleslight.org/whats-on/20232024-season/small/. My Mama and the Full Scale Invasion at the Wilma Theater There will be an audio-described production of My Mamma and the Full-Scale Invasion on February 18 at 2:00 PM at the Wilma Theatre. More details about that performance can be found at https://wilmatheater.org/event/my-mama-and-the-full-scale-invasion/. Connect with the Audio Description Learning Network Interested in contacting the ADLN directly? Visit https://www.helloartscollective.com/adln.html, or send Lee an email at letzold@helloartscollective.com An Easy Way to Help the NFB of PA Support the NFB of PA with every purchase at White Cane Coffee Company by going to https://www.whitecanecoffee.com/ref/nfbp. When you use that link to purchase from White Cane Coffee, the NFB of PA earns a 10% commission! Share the link with your family and friends! Listen to Erin and Bob Willman from White Cane Coffee on episode 072 of White Canes Connect. Give Us A Call We'd love to hear from you! We've got a phone number for you to call, ask us questions, give us feedback, or say, "Hi!" Call us at (267) 338-4495. You have up to three minutes for your message, and we might use it on an upcoming episode. Please leave your name and town as part of your message. Follow White Canes Connect Apple Podcasts | Spotify | Amazon | YouTube Connect With Us If you've got questions, comments, or ideas, reach out on Twitter. We are @PABlindPodcast. You can also email us at WhiteCanesConnect@gmail.com.
Sintonía: "Lady Of Havana" - Thelma Terry And Her Playboys"Copenhagen" y "Riverboat Shuffle" - The Benson Orchestra Of Chicago; "My Mama´s In Town" y "Blue Bonnet, You Make Me Feel Blue" - Lloyd Turner And His Villa Venice Orchestra; "Ace In The Hole" - Al Katz And His Kittens; "Cryin´ For The Moon" y "Mandy" - Al Handler And His Alamo Cafe Orchestra; "You Don´t Like It-Not Much" y "Zulu Wail" - Sol S. Wagner & His Orchestra; "I Ain´t Got Nobody", "Weary Blues", "I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate" y "My Honey´s Loving Arms" - Ray Miller And His Hotel Gibson Orchestra; "Mama´s Gone, Goodbye", "The Voice Of The Southland", "Starlight And Tulips" y "When Sweet Susie Goes Steppin´ By" - Thelma Terry & Her Playboys; "Skinner´s Sock" - Louisiana Rhythm KingsTodas las músicas extraídas de la recopilación "The Chicago Hot Bands 1924-1928 (Chris Barber Collection, Timeless Records, 1997)Escuchar audio
A look at the TV show “That's My Mama.” --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/kelli-n/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/kelli-n/support
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MY MAMA, THE REVEREND MAMA G, WAS TAKEN AT HER CHURCH AND GAVE THE BEST #TAROT READINGS I'VE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE! When I was a kid, she got tarot deck 007 James Bond from kmart! LOL she really rocked those cards! As time went on I sent her back several decks of cards I got in France for her; now that she's gone I still use sometimes that old James Bond deck of cards! Those two are interested in learning this art, I suggest following the teachings of Michael tsarion, who did masterful presentations on each of the symbolism and history portrayed in the cards in the minor arcana. The origins of the tarot are mysterious some say they originated in the Middle ages and survived the persecution of the church, others say they go all the way back to the emerald tablets of t h o t h....
In this episode we discuss a lesson Michelle created called My Mama the Mathematician. The lesson, other resources we discuss, and the transcript are on our website https://criticalmathdrop.com/episode-4.
SONG LIST* M1 How Can You Believe (Stevie Wonder) Eivets Rednow, Motown Records LP 1968 (3:10) M2 Which Way the Wind (Stevie Wonder) Eivets Rednow, Motown Records LP 1968 (2:40) M3 Contusion (Stevie Wonder) Songs in the Key of Life, Motown Records 2LP, 1976 (3:45) M4 Easy Goin Evenin' / My Mama's Call (Stevie Wonder) A Something's Extra for Songs in the Key of Life, Motown Records 2LP, 1976 (3:58) M5 The First Garden (Stevie Wonder) Journey Through the Secret Life of Plants, Motown Records 2LP, 1979 (2:32) M6 Voyage to India (Stevie Wonder) Journey Through the Secret Life of Plants, Motown Records 2LP, 1979 (6:23) M7 Tree (Stevie Wonder) Journey Through the Secret Life of Plants, Motown Records 2LP, 1979 (5:55) Today's Vinyl Vibrations episode features Stevie Wonder in his early years, and more specifically his Instrumental compositions. Stevie Wonder is an international pop icon, a singer-songwriter, a record producer, AND a multi-instrumental musician (for example…harmonica, keyboards, drums, bass guitar, guitar, and an incredibly talented singer. Wonder is an innovator - he pioneered the use of the early analog synthesizer during the 1970s. His albums are individual works of art, carefully crafted and thematic. Stevie Wonder's influence extends across a range of genres that include R&B, pop, soul, gospel, funk, and jazz. He has often been referred to as a “ONE MAN BAND” because of his broad range of talents in music composition, music production and most of all - - music performance. Born Stevland Hardaway Morris, Stevie Wonder was born on May 13, 1950, in Saginaw, Michigan. That's near Saginaw Bay off Lake Huron, about 100 miles northwest of Detroit. In the 1950s, Saginaw County had several General Motors plants and many companies building parts that went down to the big DETROIT assembly plants. It was a booming economic period for the entire US auto industry. It was a difficult birth. Wonder was born six weeks premature and placed in an oxygen-rich incubator, which resulted in retinopathy of prematurity - causing his blindness. When he was 4, his Mother divorced with his father, and along with her 3 kids, moved 100 miles down the road to bustling Detroit…. home of MOTOWN RECORDS. At age 8, Steveland attended the Whitestone Baptist Church on Detroit's west side. There, he developed his musical talents -- playing piano, drums and harmonica -- and he also sang in the choir and there became a soloist. Stevie was quickly recognized as a prodigy.. He further developed his singing talent with a friend …and they performed as Stevie and John on street corners. When he was just 11, this musical prodigy was discovered by Ronnie White of the MIRACLES, and that in-turn resulted in a meeting with Motown Records founder Barry Gordy, who signed him with the TAMLA label of Motown Records. At that time, he was given the professional name Little Stevie Wonder. That was 1961 and Wonder had a 5-year rolling contract with royalties that were to be held in trust until he was 21. The weekly pay for this young artist was meager – a stipend of just $2.50 a week plus a tutor for Stevie when he was on tour. That $2.50 weekly stipend would be worth about $25 a week today. At age 12 he enrolled in Michigan School for the Blind in Lansing, Michigan. BIT BUCKET Saginaw is also where I was born, just 2 years after Stevie. My family also moved from Saginaw to Detroit, around same year as Stevie - 1954. M1 How Can You Believe (Stevie Wonder) Eivets Rednow, Motown Records LP 1968 (3:10) PLAY BACKGROUND - HOW CAN YOU BELIEVE To start today's podcast, I feature the album titled Eivets Rednow. There is some humor in the album title. Eivets Rednow is Stevie Wonder spelled backwards, and on the first release of the album, Stevie's name did not appear on the cover. The album is also UNIQUE for Stevie as it is an INSTRUMENTAL album. No lyrics. No poetry.
This week on GET REAL Podcast...TIERA KENNEDY!TIERA is paving her own way in country music! She is a rising singer/songwriter who knows what it takes to fight for and achieve your dreams!IN THIS EPISODE, we talk:• Her newest release, “Jesus, My Mama, My Therapist”• Being the host of The Tiera Show on Apple Music• Her round table discussion with Dolly Parton• How she built her roadmap to follow and achieve her goals• Her best tips for self-care, finding your calling, and learning to overcomeListen to TIERA KENNEDY on GET REAL Podcast...NOW!Connect with TIERA:InstagramTikTokYouTubeFacebookTwitter/XSpotifyWebsiteSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Today I am joined by none other than RELATIONSHIP GURU (in my very biased opinion), Beth Mayfield..a.k.a MY MAMA! These questions are straight from your insta dm's. In this episode you can expect to hear our responses on the following: - How to know a guy likes you/is serious about you - When to know you're ready to have kids - How you should feel leading up to the wedding - Feeling worried about breaking up with someone - Fear of dying alone/being single forever - Our funniest date stories
What an episode! We're honored to share this conversation. Clifton Davis a Tony nominated actor, prolific singer, composer, producer and minister. He wrote the famous song “Never Can Say Goodbye” sung by the Jackson 5 which was No. 2 on the charts. He also wrote songs for The Supremes and Donna Summer. Davis is also best known for his 5-year run as Reverend Rueben Gregory on the popular NBC television series “Amen”, which continues in reruns on cable TV. His earlier series "That's My Mama", served to established him as a widely known actor and television star. Raised on Long Island, he began his career in New York City in the Broadway show HELLO DOLLY. Six years and five Broadway shows later (and 9 so far!), Davis headed to Hollywood and the rest is history. Most recently, Davis appeared in the recurring role of “Ephraim Ware”, Director of National Intelligence on the CBS hit show "Madam Secretary". Davis recently completed a 4-year run on Broadway having originated the role of Sultan, in the hit Disney musical, ALADDIN and starring as Dr. Dillamond in WICKED on both Broadway and the National Tour.Davis holds a BA in Theology from Oakwood University and a Master of Divinity degree from Andrews University. Mr. Davis is also the recipient of honorary Doctor of Letters degrees from Lincoln University, Paine College and Edward Waters College, a Doctor of Ministry from Trinity International University and just received a Doctor of Fine Arts degree from the University of Hartford. He is the recipient of numerous awards and citations for his social, civic and spiritual service. Davis is a Christian minister licensed by St. Luke Baptist Church, New York, NY. His interdenominational ministry spans more than 35 years during which he has evangelized throughout the nation, leading thousands to the love of God through Christ Jesus. For 20 years he has appeared on Christian television as a perennial host of “Praise the Lord" on the Trinity Broadcasting Network. He has also hosted such notable gospel music specials as “Gospel Superfest”, “Take It to the Bridge”, “The Stellar Awards” and “The Black Achievement Awards”. www.CliftonDavis.com New Album: “Never Can Say Goodbye” www.CliftonDavis.com/store Produced by On Air with Q
When NOT to visit Hawaii? This was such hard content to write. My Mama always said, "If you don't have anything nice to say..." but I feel like I have to share my experience because I certainly don't want my listeners to think it's all rainbows and unicorns when I travel. I'm a real travel writer and a huge sharer. So here are my ten days in Hawaii on the Big Island, good eats, the activities I loved, and what we did discover. I share why I definitely know when NOT to visit Hawaii now and why.⏱TIMELINE⏱1:00 Why I had to record this1:49 Didn't expect the expense2:31 TRAVEL TIP: When visiting expensive destinations...do this!3:06 Where we stayed3:27 Volcano National Park, Kilauea Military Camp and more4 :57 Good Eats5:08 Big Island Gourmet Market5:37 Island Greens5:56 A'Bays Island Grill6:18 Foster's Kitchen7:08 Hilo Bay Club7:41 Kula Shaved Ice8:27 Swimming with the Manta Rays9:20 Sea Bands9:35 Black Sand Beach10:35 Rainbow Falls11:27 So this is why...when NOT to visit Hawaii11:49 And the hits keep coming...
When Natalie Meisner started her career in theatre, she was cast for roles that didn't represent the women she knew or the women she wanted to become. So Natalie started writing her own plays. In today's episode, poet, playwright, and professor Natalie Meisner discusses the importance of LGBTQ2S+ representation in all stories. Natalie shares how comedy can be a catalyst for social change and how her book, Double Pregnant: Two Lesbians Make a Family, lifts the veil of silence around fertility and pregnancy while making us laugh at the same time.About Dr. Natalie MeisnerNatalie Meisner is a playwright / poet from Nova Scotia, a full Prof at MRU, and Calgary's 5th Poet Laureate. Her work deploys the power of comedy for social change. Baddie One Shoe is a collection of odes to renegade women. Legislating Love: The Everett Klippert Story illuminates the life of the last Canadian jailed for homosexuality. Speed Dating For Sperm Donors was a hit at Lunchbox & Neptune. Double Pregnant: Two Lesbians Make a Family topped non-fiction lists and My Mommy, My Mama, My Brother & Me is about a two-mom biracial family finding community.Natalie holds a PhD from the University of Calgary in creative writing, an MFA in Creative Writing form the University of British Columbia. She is the recipient of the Annual Alberta Playwriting Competition, the Canadian National Playwriting Award, and the Lion Award for Advocacy and Awareness for Original Stage Play. Her forthcoming book, It Begins in Salt, is a collection of poems and love letters to those that share the tides of life. It urges us to love harder and give homage to those loved.Natalie's Books: Baddie One Shoe (Frontenac House) Speed Dating For Sperm Donors (Playwright's Canada Press)Legislating Love: The Everett Klippert Story (University of Calgary Press)My Mommy, My Mama, My Brother & Me (Nimbus Publishing)Double Pregnant: Two Lesbians Make a Family (Fernwood Publishing)It Begins in Salt (Frontenac House)
TED LANGE: Born Theodore William Lange III to parents who both worked in theater and television, Ted majored in drama at the San Francisco City College, then gave up a scholarship from the University of Colorado Shakespeare Festival, for the prestigious London Royal Academy, from which he graduated as a trained Shakespearean actor. He gained attention for his performance in the original Broadway production of the musical “Hair”, which led to starring roles in “Black Belt Jones” and on the sitcom “That's My Mama.” Ted Lange became a professor at the University of California, then became Isaac Washington on ABC's Love Boat from 1977-1986, for 250 episodes, never receiving residuals to date. He wrote 6 episodes and directed 17 and created a Love Boat screenplay, amongst the dozen he has written. On May 10, 2018, he received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, and directed 28 TV series and movies (including Moesha, The Wayan Bros, Fantasy Island, Passing Through - the movie and more). In 1997 he was appointed the Co-Chairman of the African American Steering Committee for the Directors Guild of America (DGA) and was one of the forces of the Directors Guild Fellowship Program, instituted to develop job opportunities for Women and Ethnic Minorities, He was named adjunct associate professor at the School of Cinema/Television at USC. Ted's theatrical acting spans over 50 plays, has written to date 26 plays and for his theatrical directing, received the NAACP's Renaissance Man Theatre Award; won an NAACP Best Play Award in 1997 for his play “Four Queens -NO Trump” the Heroes and Legends HAL Lifetime Achievement Award, and the Dramalogue Award. He has been the recipient of the James Cagney Directing Fellow Scholarship Award from the American Film Institute (AFI) along with the Paul Robeson Award from the Oakland's Ensemble Theatre; the Artistic Director Achievement Award as Director of an Original Play for his comedy “Lemon Meringue Facade”; the Dramalogue Award for outstanding directing of “The Visit”. His ode to the jazz world came by the way of “The Heart of Biddy Mason, a jazz musical he co-wrote with noted jazz musician Gerald Trottman”; and the film score for the movie he co-wrote, “Passing Through” was arranged by Horace Tapscott, featuring Eric Dolphy music by Eric Dolphy, Charlie, John Coltrane and Sun Ra. Ted has written the following BOOKS: Shakespeare Over My Shoulder Trilogy: Three Shakespearean Themed Plays; Lady Patriot; The Footnote Historian'S Trilogy: George Washington's Boy, the Journals of Osborne P. Anderson, Lady Patriot between 2013-2021….sold on Amazon! Presently1 Ted is working on 3 plays at the same time, happily traveling around the country directing plays and at times internationally, content in truly living his passion. Say hello to him on his IG: @3langeted --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/ozzie-stewart/support
This week on It Was a Thing on TV we look back at two African-American sitcoms. First, we start with a short-lived classic from 1974. Clifton Davis was a free-spirited bachelor barber. He had friends and family who loved him, including Theresa Merritt, known for having an opinion on anything and everything. What else could he say except… “That's My Mama!” Then, it was CBS' new hotness in 1991, one of the best new shows on television. Then tragedy happened and retooling had to occur. There are some "what ifs" regarding The Royal Family, specifically around its star. Follow us through all of our social media pages via our Linktree page at linktr.ee/itwasathingontv Timestamps 0:36 - That's My Mama! 1:14:48 - The Royal Family
We begin our weeklong celebration of Black History Month with a short-lived classic from 1974. Clifton Davis was a free-spirited bachelor barber. He had friends and family who loved him, including Theresa Merritt, known for having an opinion on anything and everything. What else could he say except… “That's My Mama!”
From My Mama's Kitchen to Yours Publisher/author Johnny Tan shares memories and future collaboration ideas about My Mama's Kitchen with WEBE publishers Teresa Velardi and Kat Kanavos. What memories do you have about Your Mama's Kitchen? The kitchen is the heart of the home. Let's share a trip down Memory Lane and into a future writing opportunity together on Dreaming Healing. Guest Bios: Johnny Tan- Publisher, Social Entrepreneur, Keynote Speaker, Life Coach, Talk Show Host and Founder & CEO of From My Mama's Kitchen®, an educational platform advocating "Personal Success Begins at Home, The Power of Unconditional Love, and Living and Performing in Our Genius Zone" to build a better world. He is also the Publisher of "Inspirations for Better Living," a digital magazine, and owner of the WordsHavePower.store. As a multi-award-winning and bestselling author, he was awarded the prestigious 2020-2021 Top 100 Visionaries in Education by the Global Forum for Education and Learning (GFEL) and is an Executive Contributor to Global BRAINZ Magazine. Johnny experienced a Spiritual Awakening while writing his first book, From My Mama's Kitchen - "food for the soul, recipes for living," honoring his 9 moms. The book is about the power of unconditional motherly love, a practical, and timeless principles he learned from his 9 moms, who were his teachers, coaches, and counselors. JohnnyTan.com FromMyMamasKitchen.com FromMyMamasKitchenTalkRadio.com Teresa Velardi- Whether you're writing a children's book or sharing lessons from your life's journey, Teresa Velardi can help you bring your heart's message to the pages of your book. Faith in God, gratitude, and giving are Teresa's heart. It's in this spirit that she empowers others to live their most authentic life. Her daily writing practice keeps her focused on her purpose as life unfolds in this ever-changing world. Blessed with numerous gifts and talents, Teresa's abilities as a writer, editor, publisher, and coach are the vital ingredients she brings to those who choose to share their message with the world through her publishing platform. https://www.webebookspublishing.com/ Video Version: https://youtu.be/eiZ2DajaVjI Call in and Chat with Kat during Live Show with Video Stream: Call 646-558-8656 ID: 8836953587 press #. To Ask a Question press *9 to raise your hand Have a Question for the Show? Go to Facebook– Dreams that Can Save Your Life Facebook Professional–Kathleen O'Keefe-Kanavos http://kathleenokeefekanavos.com/
A celebration of family love and Black joy from Coretta Scott King Award–winning author Carole Boston Weatherford, this beautiful rhyming board book is the perfect gift for mom! The sun is calling us outside. Mama cheers me down the slide! We wish on puffs and sift through sand. We hike together hand in hand. With simple, charming text, and colorful illustrations, Me and My Mama is the perfect way to for kids to reflect on the special role their Mama plays in their life and explore the many ways love can be shown! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/avant-garde-books/support
On the heels of one of her biggest years to date, including a record setting single with 'Got It from My Mama' , singer-songwriter Honey County describes the path that led to it -- growing up in Virginia, finding a passion for music early on and sharing musical experiences with her father, a transformational period in Italy and beyond. An artist who has crafted her own unique sound with contemporary country and timeless pop/rock that makes room for Nashville twang, Honey Country's (Real Name: Dani Rose) appearance on our show has been a long time coming. Honey County will be on tour in 2023 with new music and videos on the horizon.
Red Snapper stopped by the set to talk about her talk show, upcoming movie, one-man show, and so much more! Barstool talk from the biggest sipper in Philly with some of the most innovate people in the world, Sammie is the one to sit and sip wit if you wanna enjoy conversation. 00:00 TRAILERS 00:15 INTROS 02:00 SHOWING SUPPORT 04:58 KILLER MIKE SHOWING LOVE ON LIVE 08:30 THE ONE MAN COMEDY SHOW 15:00 MY MAMA 17:00 I USED TO HAVE HANDS... 32:00 THE HECKLER 50:00 CHUBBY CHASERS LIVE 52:00 SATURDAY THE MOVIE COMING WINTER 2023 1:06:00 CHARLIE BALTIMORE WANTED ME TO BATTLE RAP 1:19:00 STOP THE VIOLENCE 1:33:35 SNAPPER'S CRUSH 1:36:30 OUTROS #sippinwitsammie #geturfuckinglifetogether #letstalkaboutit #hiphop #phillyentertainment #phillymusic --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/sippinwitsammie/support
Episode 6, My Mama's Preaching, features Rev. Melech E. M. Thomas, a senior pastor, community organizer, and scholar with a heart for liberation, creativity, and African-centered theology. Rev. Melech was one of the youngest inductees into the 35th class of the illustrious Morehouse College Martin Luther King, Jr. International Board of Preachers. On October 10, 2015, he was selected to give the opening Christian prayer at the 20th Anniversary of the Million Man March, making him the youngest speaker on that day's program. His prophetic voice and his insightful commentary have been sought after by local, national, and international media outlets such as CNN's Anderson Cooper 360, CNN International, ABC News' “This Week”, CBS' “The Early Show”, PBS' and print publications like The Washington Post, The Baltimore Sun, The Boston Herald, Buzzfeed, Black College Wire. Recently he published an article called “Why I Am No Longer Interested In Being A “Preacher” in the Christian Recorder. We talk about how Melech's mother helped him to develop his philosophy of democratizing power within the church, and how that democratization changes how you preach and lead a congregation.
Author of "My Mama is a Superhero!", a story inspired by a bedtime conversation between Lindsey and her daughter. They were discussing her day at school when her daughter, Ella, recounted a pre-school classmate had asked her about Lindsey's wheelchair. Ella explained that she expressed to her friend that Lindsey's disability in her eyes was not a limitation but a super power and how unique her mom's wheelchair is. It was at that moment that Lindsey knew she needed to use her experience and inspiration along with her passion for writing to help educate other children and offer Ella's unique perspective. Lindsey hopes that her story will allow readers to open up to the possibility of embracing individual differences to gain greater acceptance and understanding.
Ok guys, I cannot believe we are about to hit 100 episodes of The Mama Needs Podcast!Just for some background, before I ever started my business or even dreamed of starting one, I knew I wanted to do a podcast at some point. I started listening to some business-related podcasts in 2014 and I thought, I can do that and I want to do that. But what in the world would I talk about? So I put in a pin in it until I could figure that out. Fast forward to 2018 when I was about to launch Mama Needs Box, our monthly self-care subscription box for Moms and I knew a podcast about self-care and motherhood would be the perfect companion to the box!Of course I had no idea what I was doing and if you listen to the first year of podcasts, you can hear it! But, podcasting is my literal favorite thing. It fires me up in a way nothing else does, I have learned so much and I get to use my voice to encourage Mamas all over the world!I have also met so many incredible women in the last almost 4 years and we will be highlighting my favorite and noteworthy episodes in our 100th episode. I just can't believe I get to do this.At the heart of this podcast, my goal is to encourage you to take care of yourself. I hope you can listen to any of our episodes and hear something that takes you one step closer to filling up your cup, so you can pour out to your family. So during this episode before episode 100, I want to highlight some past guests and their choice of self-care - what they like to do to take care of themselves that helps them be the Mama they want to be. Surely you can find something to do after listening to these amazing mamas share!Enjoy this look back as we hear snippets of conversations from some of our past guests.LINKS TO THE SHOWS YOU'LL HEAR:-Episode 2 with My Mama, Selena Rizzo-Episode 12 with Katrina Fisher-Episode 23 with Karla Bennett-Episode 34 with Melissa Elswick-Episode 47 with Ashley Brown-Episode 55 with Jenna Kranz-Episode 62 with Dawn Barton-Episode 73 with Rachel Cabalse-Episode 89 with Amy Weatherly and Jess Johnston-Episode 96 with Kimberly AmiciOk, just WOW. I loved hearing these all over again and if you're newer to the podcast, you might want to go back and listen to some of these OG episodes. I hope these amazing women inspired you, I know they inspired me all over again and made me laugh and cry as I listened to how they make the time and space to practice self-care. They prioritize it because they realized that they matter.And that is truly what our podcast and our subscription boxes are all about. We give you the tools and inspiration to practice self-care and help you remember that you matter, Mama. I would love for you to check out our boxes and give one a try for 15% off at mamaneedsbox.com and use the code PODCAST at checkout.Alright before we go, our 100th episode is coming this Fall and you won't want to miss it! We will have special guests, we'll look back at my favorite and noteworthy episodes, the funniest moments, the most poignant moments, the stories of heartache and stories of victory, we'll do some fun statistics and my husband & kids have even agreed to interview ME for a segment on our 100th episode as well. You'll hear more on it soon as it gets closer. So don't worry, we'll be back in the Fall with our 100th episode and many many more episodes and exciting things to come. Until next time, you matter, Mama.
“Love what you do enough that you don't care about success.” If you're a fan of stand up comedy or gut busting television shows, you've witnessed the immense talent of this week's guest, Alice Wetterlund. With the drive and determination to be a performer at a young age, she found her footing during an Improv class after college. Through a combination of Open Mic Nights and Improv shows, Alice cut her teeth in comedy and quickly found commercial work. She chats with PWRP about paving her own career, embracing what you love, and keeping yourself grounded in the arts industry. You can catch her now as D'Arcy in SyFy's Resident Alien. SHOUTOUTS AND PROMOTIONS -Alicewetterlund.com -My Mama is a Human and So Am I
My Mama says that alligators are ornery because they got all them teeth and no toothbrush.This week's episode is brought to you by H2O.Join Mat and Ceri as one pretends to understand American Football as they Watch The Waterboy from 1998 starring Adam Sandler, Kathy Bates and Henry Winkler.Follow us on our socials -Instagram: @sosandlerouspodTwitter: @sosandlerouspodSupport us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/SosandlerouspodSend us an Email - sosandlerouspod@gmail.comVisit our Website: sosandlerouspod.comLeave us a 5 Star review on Apple Podcast and Spotify.Thank you for listening! See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.
What on Earth is happening in the US on climate policy? This week, a look at US federal climate policy ahead of the US midterm elections. We explore the scarily-small-and-measured-in-weeks amount of time we have to pass meaningful climate legislation before the US midterm elections, and where the optimism is in Senate blocked legislation, a so-called ‘Conservative' leaning Supreme Court, and a Presidential Administration dealing with fossil fuel addiction issues - Russia's invasion of Ukraine, and high prices at the pump. So, with the help of the NRDC's Manish Bapna, we discuss whether it is still possible to squeeze through an acceptable climate package that would put The States back on track to achieve their net-zero goals, AND why his outrage fuels his optimism in the midst of seemingly insurmountable challenges. Plus! Stick around after the interview for the room shaking track ‘My Mama' by musical guest, Dizraeli. — Christiana + Tom's book ‘The Future We Choose' is available now! Subscribe to our Climate Action Newsletter! — Mentioned links from the episode: NEWS: India's Heatwave is about to get worse READ: ‘The Ministry For The Future' by Kim Stanley Robinson REST: Resources for Dealing with Climate Anxiety DAME: Christiana Figueres is Now A Dame — Thanks to our guest this week, Manish Bapna! Manish Bapna | President & CEO | Natural Resources Defense Council (NRDC) Twitter | LinkedIn NRDC Twitter | Instagram | LinkedIn | Facebook — Thank you to our musical guest this week, Dizraeli! Dizraeli Twitter | Instagram | Facebook | YouTube | Website TOUR: Dizraeli is coming to a city near you! WATCH: See for yourself how Dizraeli is touring sustainably — Keep up with Christiana Figueres online: Instagram | Twitter Tom Rivett-Carnac: Instagram | Twitter | LinkedIn Paul Dickinson: LinkedIn | Twitter — Follow @GlobalOptimism on social media and send us a message! Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | LinkedIn Don't forget to hit SUBSCRIBE so you don't miss another episode of Outrage + Optimism!
A very special guest came by the studio for the second episode. My MAMA. We got into some very deep conversations and I asked her some questions that I've never asked her before. We talked about me growing up, running the streets, going to prison, and me being a father. I had to make sure I gave her her flowers while she can still smell them. Also included in this Episode is the very first segment of #StoryTimeWitTariq but it was actually my mother telling my origin story, you're not gonna want to miss it #WhyLie The Most Unapologetic Podcast In the Game
Ok if you are the Mama of a tween or teen girl, or have a special tween or teen girl in your life, this episode is for you. This episode is very close to my heart because I invited my 13-year-old daughter Sadie to join me today in interviewing our guest! My Mama heart was beaming as she shared her own story and even asked Laura some questions! I can't wait for you to meet her!So along with my daughter Sadie, our guest today is Laura Fooks, who is the Cofounder + Chief Encouragement Officer of Light Speaks Loudest. Light Speaks Loudest is a seasonal subscription box for teen girls to help them love themselves, love others and love God. Laura and her husband, Aaron, live in Denver, Colorado, with their goldendoodle pup.In this episode, Laura tells us about her subscription box for teen girls, you'll hear from Sadie about the boxes she's received, what she loves and why, Laura tells us why reaching teen girls is so important to her, we talk about the struggle parents can have to find resources that they trust for their teen girls, Laura tells us what trends she's seeing right now in what teen girls are struggling with and how to approach these topics with our girls in a way that won't shut them down (heads up, Mamas, listen in to this part because odds are that your daughter is struggling with one or more of these), and lastly, Laura tells us about an exciting mother/daughter project she's working on right now! If you stick around toward the end, Laura gave us a coupon code for the Light Speaks Loudest Spring box which is on sale now so make sure you listen all the way through so you don't miss it. Enjoy my conversation with Laura!Book she mentions: The Holly: Five Bullets, One Gun, and the Struggle to Save an American Neighborhood by Julian RubinsteinFind Laura + Light Speaks Loudest online:Website: http://www.lightspeaksloudest.com Instagram: @lightspeaksloudestKnow a teen girl who could use some encouragement and hope as she grows in her faith? Listeners can get 15% off your first Light Speaks Loudest subscription box when you use code MAMANEEDS. These quarterly boxes are intentionally filled with things to help your teen girl better love God, herself and others. Just go to lightspeaksloudest.com and enter the code MAMANEEDS during checkout now through March 28 at 11:59 p.m. PT.
It's the 6th anniversary of the universally beloved What Ya Got Cookin-Thanksgiving Edition, here on Midday. Last Thanksgiving, the rule of thumb was cancel, or keep it super small. COVID infections are once again on the rise, but lots of people, even those as young as five, have been vaccinated and boosted, so many more people are venturing back to the Thanksgiving table. Our mission here on Midday is simple: we've got three wonderful chefs at your disposal to share recipes and tips to help make your Thanksgiving dinner a delicious and memorable affair. John Shields is a chef and the proprietor of Gertrude's Chesapeake Kitchen at the Baltimore Museum of Art. He's also the host of Coastal Cookingon MD Public Television and PBS. John's latest book is The New Chesapeake Kitchen. Chef Damian Mosley is the creative spirit behind Blacksauce Kitchen, which you can find at the Waverly Farmer's Market and at their storefront on 29th Street in Remington. A little later in the show, we'll check-in with Debonette Wyatt, the chef and owner of My Mama's Vegan, a new Vegan restaurant on Greenmount Avenue here in Baltimore. So if you are not a turkey eater, we'll be showing you some love a little later. And speaking of My Mama's, we'll also check in with Tom's mama, Rosemary Hall, to find out what she's bringing to Thanksgiving with his brother in Tennessee... Whatever you love about Thanksgiving, we'd love to hear about it. What are your family food traditions? Which of the six million ways to make cranberry sauce will you choose tomorrow? Who's coming to your house, or whose house are you going to, and what COVID precautions will everybody be taking?Let's talk, and let's share with each other the things we love about Thanksgiving, culinary or otherwise. Some community notes: The Y of Central MD's annual Turkey Trot Charity 5k is happening again tomorrow. You can run it. You can walk it. You'll enjoy it either way, and you'll help the Y provide meals and services to folks throughout Central MD. To sign up, click here. And this note about some musical happenings at An Die Musik, the performance venue in Baltimore's Mt. Vernon neighborhood. The John Lamkin Quintet will play a set Friday night; TK Blue and the Mentors Trio will play Saturday night, and on Sunday afternoon and evening, the Eric Byrd Trio will play “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” a great show for families. You need to be vaccinated to attend in person. You can stream all of these shows too. Check it all out at An Die Musik'sWebsite. _____________________________________ Here are three of John Shields' classic Thanksgiving recipes: Thelma's Crab and Artichoke Dip This rich and satisfying dip recipe is from Baltimore's Thelma Tunney. It teams blue crabmeat with tender artichoke hearts in a lightly spiced mayonnaise-based sauce and is actually prepared like a casserole. When guests find out Thelma has been invited to a potluck party they are also attending, their mouths start watering in anticipation of this dip. Thelma often serves this dish as an entree baked in individual ramekins accompanied by a fresh garden salad and a hot crusty baguette. When you serve it as a dip, provide plenty of baguette slices or crackers for dipping. 8 ounces sharp cheddar cheese, shredded 2 cups mayonnaise 1 tablespoon Dijon mustard 2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce Juice of 1 lemon 1/8 teaspoon cayenne Freshly ground black pepper 1 jar (16 ounces) artichoke hearts, drained and cut into small pieces 1 pound backfin or special crabmeat, picked over. ½ cup chopped parsley Preheat the oven to 350°F. Butter a 6-cup casserole dish. Combine the cheese, mayonnaise, mustard, Worcestershire, lemon juice, cayenne, and black pepper in a large bowl. Stir until well mixed. Gently fold in the artichoke hearts, crabmeat, and parsley. Pour the mixture into the casserole dish. Bake for 20 to 25 minutes. Serve at once. Serves 8 to 10. _______________________________________ Champagne Cabbage and Apples Not that I really understand the concept, but some people just do not like sauerkraut—go figure. But I found a solution--a little devious, but a solution nevertheless. And here it is: a braised champagne “kraut,” with ginger, caraway, and a goodly amount of tart apples. The secret is rinsing the sauerkraut well under cold water, and then the kraut naysayers will enjoy a plateful extolling the virtues of cabbage, and, of course, champagne. Honestly, whether you like kraut or not, this dish really is a crowd pleaser. 6 tablespoons butter or olive oil 2 slices bacon, cut into 1/2-inch pieces (optional) 1 small onion, thinly sliced 2 tablespoons minced fresh ginger 1 teaspoon minced garlic 3 tart apples, peeled, cored, and thinly sliced 2 jars (2 pounds each) sauerkraut, rinsed in cold water several times and drained 2 cups dry champagne 1 teaspoon caraway seed (optional) Salt and black pepper, to taste. Preheat oven to 350°F. In a heavy ovenproof pot, melt the butter, and if using, render the bacon for a few minutes. Add the onion, ginger, and garlic. Sauté for 4 minutes. Add the apples and sauté for 2 minutes longer. Place the rinsed sauerkraut into the pot. Pour in the champagne, caraway seed, salt, and pepper. Toss together and bring to a boil. Cover tightly and bake in the oven for 1 hour. Serves 8. ____________________________________ Emily's Favorite Black Rock Orchard Apple Pie 2 ¾ cups flour ¾ cup butter 1 large egg ¼ cup milk 10 large tart apples ½ cup sugar 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1 cup cereal flakes (corn, wheat, or a similar type of cereal) Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Place the flour in a mixing bowl and cut butter in with a pastry cutter, or the tips of your fingers, or in a food processor. If using a food processor, use the pulse feature, taking care to only get a coarse mixture. You don't want to over-process. Beat the egg and the milk together and mix with the flour mixture to form a stiff dough. Divide the dough into two pieces and refrigerate. Peel, core, and thinly slice the apples into a bowl. Mix the cinnamon and sugar together and mix with the apple slices. Roll out one ball of dough to fit the bottom and sides of a 12X9-inch Pyrex baking pan. Sprinkle with the cereal flakes, leaving a ½-inch border around the edges of the dough. Spoon the apple mixture over the flakes. Roll out the remaining dough and place over the apples. Seal by pinching the edges together and brush with a little milk to help brown the top of the pie. Place pie in the oven and bake for 1 hour. Remove pan and place on a wire rack to cool. Pie may be served warm or cold. Serves 10 to 12. Adapted from John Shields' Chesapeake Chef column inEdible Chesapeake MagazineFall 2008 Edition. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
This Week we have Ibrahim Khalif (from “The Ignant Negus” podcast) on the pod to talk about his new comedy album and the differences between “Coming To America” vs “Coming 2 America”. This episode is jam packed.. We talk about Ibrahim's dislike for “Golden Child”; His love for “Boomrang”; Finding out that “That's My Mama” is an actual tv show; The effects of watching “Coming To America” at 5yrs old and why “The Barber Shop Scene in “Coming To America” is the most iconic scene in Comedic Movies.. PERIOD!!! Check Ibrahim's podcast & tour dates: https://linktr.ee/IbrahimKhalifSupport the show (https://cash.app/$TheFully)
My mother passed away from breast cancer when I was 19 years old, and every year on her birthday, I try to do something special to honor and remember her. Today, Monday June 14th, is my mom's 66th birthday -- so today's podcast topic of remembering our loved ones who have passed away feels so special and timely to me. Whether or not you've lost a parent, you have probably lost someone in your life who was special to you--a grandparent, a child, a spouse, a sibling or even a treasured family friend. If you're anything like me, you may feel a yearning to keep that loved one close and to introduce your children to them in ways that are meaningful and long-lasting. I think this episode will give you a few ideas to help your kids connect with someone you've lost. Guest, Dara Kurtz,and I talk about our passion for leaving a tangible legacy of love for our children, as well as making sure that our children feel connected to the loved ones who came before them. *** - 3 Takeaways for Helping your Kids Connect with Someone You've Lost- Create traditions around what they loved to do - You can do these traditions every year on their birthday or other meaningful holidays, but you should also be looking for ways to weave little traditions into your everyday life, such as singing your kids the same lullabies or playing the same bedtime games or using the same funny idioms. Find your letters and write letters - we need to be deliberate about leaving them something tangible and handwritten behind, even if that means prioritizing the time to do that. We can also collect written letters and cards from loved ones for our kids to connect with someone you've lost. Use food and family recipes to create connection - Make your loved one's favorite foods and talk about them. You can even name certain dishes after those loved ones and pass that name down for generations. >>>Will you try any of these tips about helping your kids connect with someone you've lost? What would you add to her takeaways? Tell us in the comments below! *** -Sponsors- Bravery Magazine June episodes are brought to you by Bravery Magazine, an incredible quarterly print publication for children ages 6-12. Each issue centers around a strong female role model and includes original stories, fun DIY's, hand-on STEAM activities, and more. Jane.com I am so excited to introduce you to Jane.Com, our https://3in30podcast.com/jane/ (newest sponsor) of the podcast. Have you ever heard of Jane? It's a highly-curated, online boutique marketplace featuring the latest in women's fashion trends, accessories, home decor, children's clothing, and more called Jane.Com. If you are interested in checking out what Jane.com has to offer, they actually helped me create a curated shop page especially for 3 in 30 listeners with some of my favorite items displayed. Go to http://jane.com/3in30 (jane.com/3in30). *** -Get in touch with Dara Kurtz!- Book: https://amzn.to/3yL8Jfd (I Am My Mother's Daughter) Blog: https://crazyperfectlife.com/ (https://crazyperfectlife.com/) Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/crazyperfectlife (https://www.facebook.com/crazyperfectlife) Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/crazyperflife/ (https://www.instagram.com/crazyperflife/) -Mentioned in the Episode- https://amzn.to/3vz4JfS (Dancing at the Pity Party) by Tyler Feder *** -Related Episodes you might be interested in if you like this episode about Helping your Kids Connect with Someone You've Lost - https://3in30podcast.com/captivate-podcast/musical-tribute/ (Episode 039: Leaving a Legacy of Love for our Children: A Musical Tribute to My Mama) https://3in30podcast.com/captivate-podcast/everyday-moments/ (Episode 029: Making the Most of Everyday Moments to Connect with our Children // April Perry) https://3in30podcast.com/captivate-podcast/157-how-and-why-to-journal-even-if-youre-not-a-journaler-kim-christenson/...
Thank you to our executive producers, Farmer Todd and Sir Saturday Knight, as well as Nick the Rat who joined us in the bowl for the latest episode of Bowls with Buds! You can now find all of our guest shows in one place at BowlswithBuds.com. Bowl After Bowl is a value-for-value podcast. We put it all out there for the bowlers to enjoy and just ask that if you receive value from the show, you give some back. Value takes many forms, of course. If you want to send us your cash, BTC, or sats, head on over to our donate page. But if you want to send art or ISOs, feel free to find SirSpencer and Dame DuhLaurien on No Agenda Social or shoot 'em in an email to spencer@bowlafterbowl.com. Leaving a voicemail or sending a text is also a very valuable form of giving back, so come say high to (816) 607-3663. If you haven't set up your Lightning node yet, you can still set up a wallet using the Strike mobile app. And you'll get $5 if you use BAB's referral code: 9RI2YU You can check out top performing nodes and centrality using Terminal Web. Despite what coldacid might say on the Rare Encounter podcast, SirSpencer is learning along the way when it comes to the Lightning Network, though he is happy to try and point you in the right direction when it comes to getting this metaphorical car started -- even if it's just helping you find the key. TOP THREE 33 Maryland governor posthumously pardons 15-year-old boy, 33 other racial lynching victims Maricopa man charged with murder in 33-year-old cold case Eugene Police: 33 suspects arrested for role in May 29-30 riot case COVID 1984 33 deaths were reported in Florida, Michigan, and Bangladesh. Vermont added 33 new coof cases. 33% of Germans have received at least one shot, and the United States has surpassed the magic number. Officials in India seized 33 empty oxygen canisters kept at a factory. WEED Kansas' medical marijuana bill advanced out of the House and is heading for the Senate. It's similar to the medical bill Alabama just signed into law, not allowing patients to smoke or vape their medicine. And in Tennessee, a bill passed creating a nine-person commission to study weed laws and advise politicians on patient-focused legislation. But if there's going to be a true medical program in Tennessee, it won't begin operating until weed is "removed from Schedule I of the federal Controlled Substances Act." Patients in West Virginia can start registering for their medical cards -- four years after legalization passed. Maybe in four more years, they'll be able to get their medicine. The US DEA released their 2020 annual report, showing numbers of seized plants and arrests made went up slightly from 2019. Skittles maker Mars Wrigley is coming after Emerald Cup 2016 winner Zkittlez, even though it's a strain and not an edible. Two former California city officials were sentenced to two years in prison for accepting $35,000 bribes promising licenses to undercover FBI agents, and two years after having their license revoked, Pennsylvania cultivator Agrimed could get it reinstated and start growing again. #FTIE The bowlers discuss the first time they ever slept naked and next week hope to hear from YOU about the first time you ever grew some food. You can call day or night and leave a message at (816) 607-DOOF or send a text if you're voice shy. GUTTERS / STRIKES A tourist in China was left dangling 330 feet after the panels of a glass bridge were shattered by 90 mph winds. He was able to crawl to safety. After 50 years old, a daughter found her birth mom, who just happened to act on one of her favorite TV series -- "That's My Mama." NYC decided to replace snow days with remote learning days, and one nurse decided to replace NYC with her home in St. Louis after being punched in the head on her first day in the Big Apple. Ukrainian authorities seized 1,500 bottles of booze made in Chernobyl, even though the company is doing everything by the books. Australians found a giant wood moth and Californians found a footballfish washed upon the shore. A Japanese town spent its coronavirus relief funds on a giant squid statue and the bowlers didn't roll a turkey tonight because a Missouri hunter mistook a jogger for a gobble bird and shot him in the chest.
-Officer Nick didn't fly the coop, but he did buy an expensive one for the chickens! -What the Hell: Date won't stop looking at his phone! -Stattosphere: That's My Mama......FOR REAL! -Dierks or Jerks! -Good Vibes: Gronk Donates 1.2 Million to a Boston Playground! -B-105/Papa John's Nurse of the Day: Felecia Cooke from Ivy Knoll -The Dad Joke of the Day! -The College of Hollywood Knowledge! -
Interview: I am joined by actor, director, and author/playwright, Ted Lange. Ted is best known as the most famous bartender in the world: Isaac Washington. Ted portrayed Isaac on the legendary TV show, 'The Love Boat'. Ted joined 'The Love Boat' after successful runs on the TV shows 'That's My Mama' and 'Mr. T and Tina'. Ted shares some amazing stories about the many guests that appeared on 'The Love Boat' including Charlie's Angles, Charo, Cloris Leachman, Arsenio Hall, Paul Williams, Tom Hanks, Janet Jackson, Lee Majors and so many more! Ted is an accomplished director and playwright. Ted has written over 25 plays including Lemon Meringue Facade, Lady Patriot, Four Queens - No Trump, George Washington's Boy, Satchmo at the Waldorf, the Footnote Historian's Trilogy, and Shakespeare Over My Shoulder. Our Guest, Ted Lange Lady Patriot on Amazon.com Four Queens - No Trump on Amazon.com Shakespeare Over My Shoulder (watch on YouTube) Lemon Meringue Facade on Amazon.com George Washington's Boy on Amazon The Footnote Historian’s Trilogy on Amazon.com Let Freedom Ring: Based on a True Story . . . Almost! on Amazon.com Blues in My Coffee (watch on YouTube) The Tears of Shylock (watch on YouTube) Four Queens No Trump (watch on YouTube) Live From Detroit: The Jeff Dwoskin Show: WINNER TOP 25 INDIE PODCASTS 2020 from Indie Pods United! 1st Annual Snobby Awards: WINNER: Best Comedy Podcast, Best Interview Podcast, and Podcaster of the year! JOIN OUR MAILING LIST! https://jeffisfunny.com/mailing-list/ Buy me a coffee! https://www.buymeacoffee.com/JeffDwoskinShow Jeff Dwoskin Presents: Crossing the Steams: Every Wednesday at 9:30 PM ET we are LIVE discussing the best TV shows to binge-watch. I'm joined by a panel of TV-watching experts. You don't want to miss the fun! (Watch past episodes) Watch LIVE: @bigmacher on Twitter: https://twitter.com/bigmacher The Jeff Dwoskin Show on YouTube Subscribe to YouTube Channel: https://bit.ly/CTSYouTubeSubscribe Hashtag Fun: Jeff dives into recent trends and reads some of his favorite tweets from trending hashtags. The hashtag featured in this episode is #MakeAMovieADrink Social Media: Jeff talks about Twitter chats and his guest spot on #TwitterSmarter with Madalyn Sklar on May 20th at 1 PM ET Also... Check out the Podfest Expo master class May 10-13 (jeff is speaking). Use the code DETROIT for a free ticket (https://podfestexpo.com/) Featured on the show: Hashtag Game: #MakeAMovieADrink Hosted by: https://twitter.com/DanGerousTags https://twitter.com/Anythingpork Tweets featured on the show: https://twitter.com/mindilcious/status/1346641112295854085?s=20 https://twitter.com/katlanteigne/status/1346636070369300483?s=20 https://twitter.com/ConnieLukey/status/1346630541198700544?s=20 https://twitter.com/MXTracy66/status/1346643924492816385?s=20 https://twitter.com/LostInDivan/status/1346644294661246976?s=20 https://twitter.com/AnUncivilPhD/status/1346644383932821506?s=20 https://twitter.com/steviusthegreat/status/1346635816597131264?s=20 https://twitter.com/ItsMeHelenMary/status/1346631533075918849?s=20 https://twitter.com/520Sammy/status/1346631702400143360?s=20 https://twitter.com/JenTusch/status/1346631927818805254?s=20 https://twitter.com/UmbassNostrad/status/1346635835517640704?s=20 https://twitter.com/DelanyJeff/status/1346639006042263552?s=20 https://twitter.com/Anythingpork/status/1346630146816696322?s=20 https://twitter.com/jvbt82hhs/status/1346631023770161158?s=20 https://twitter.com/sunkisseeddd1/status/1346630272754868224?s=20 Follow Hashtag Roundup to tweet along with fun hashtags daily! https://twitter.com/HashtagRoundup Download the Hashtag Roundup app at https://app.hashtagroundup.com/ Follow Jeff Dwoskin: Jeff on Twitter: https://twitter.com/bigmacher The Jeff Dwoskin Show: https://twitter.com/JeffDwoskinShow Podcast website: https://jeffisfunny.com Instagram: https://instagram.com/JeffDwoskinShow The Jeff Dwoskin Show is available on Castbox, Amazon Music, Humbly, Goodpods, iHeart Radio, Pandora, Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Stitcher, and more!
Comedian and actor Alice Wetterlund drops by to chat "Resident Alien" and her character "D'arcy", comedy ensembles, making choices as an actor, her approach to comedy, keys to success, drive and much more. Enjoy. Alice Wetterlund is a stand-up comedian and actor originally from Minneapolis, Minnesota. She performs regularly at all the UCBees as well as San Francisco’s Punchline, and LA’s Largo and The Hollywood Improv as well as festivals and clubs throughout the continent. She currently resides in LA with her two feline sons, Biscuit and Birdie. In addition to her tv appearances doing stand up on Conan, Adam Divine’s House Party, and Viceland, you can see Alice as Carla Walton in seasons two and three of HBO’s Silicon Valley, as Kelly Grady on TBS’s People of Earth, and as Darcy in SYFY’s upcoming series Resident Alien. Her first full length hour special My Mama is a Human and So Am I is now streaming on Amazon Prime.Have a question? Email us below!openmicguest@gmail.comBe sure to follow us on social media for all the latest podcast updates!Twittertwitter.com/@brettsopenmicIGinstagram.com/brettsopenmicFacebookFacebook.com/openmicpodcastwww.theopenmicpodcast.show
TED LANGE certainly exemplifies the Renaissance Man Theatre Award that he received from the NAACP in Los Angeles and the Heroes and Legends HAL Lifetime Achievement Award. A prolific author, educator, and director and actor of stage and screen comprise the talents that have created a revered career and worldwide recognition. On May 10, 2018, Lange received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in recognition of his Contribution to the History of Television for his work on The Loveboat. A graduate of London's Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts, Lange has written twenty-five plays and has been labeled The Black Neil Simon, The Brown Bard, and The Footnote Historian. These nomenclatures reflect the nature of the plays that he has written and produced around the country in black theatres to rave reviews and numerous awards. Lange is passionate about comedy, Shakespeare, history, and character driven theatre. His quest is to weave the African American experience into stories that entertain and educate by using current events as the touchstone for timely stories and characters, by discovering little known historical facts and bringing alive lost moments of black history, and by using the timelessness of Shakespearean tales to reflect what is still relevant in today's culture. His Shakespearean based play written in verse, The Cause, My Soul, the Prequel to Othello, the NAACP Theatre Best Play of 2017, was presented at the Odyssey Theatre on the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare's death and at the North Carolina Black Theatre Festival. The Tears of Shylock another Shakespearean based play was read at the Matrix Theatre in April 2019. Lange's most current play, Blues in My Coffee, is a relationship comedy/drama that entertains and enlightens audiences in the relevant political issues surrounding Black Lives Matters. Four Queens – No Trump played garnered critical acclaim in Los Angeles, Cleveland, Omaha, and Chicago and won the NAACP Best Play – 1997. The Valley Theatre Awards nominated his play, Lemon Meringue Façade, in five categories and played off Broadway in New York at the New Perspectives Theatre. Another respected play, Soul Survivor, was staged at the National Black Theatre Festival at the 1996; The Olympics in Atlanta, and at the Lee Strasberg Institute in Hollywood, which co-starred Yolanda King. As a star of the television classic The Love Boat, Lange's ten seasons as Isaac Washington earned him global recognition. His television acting career also includes That's My Mama, Mr. T and Tina, and guest appearances on Evening Shade, Half and Half, Family Matters, In the Heat of the Night, The Tonight Show with Jay Leno and The Oprah Winfrey Show. He hit the reality TV genre running on Celebrity Fit Club. Combining all his talents, Lange wrote, acted, directed, and produced his play, Let Freedom Ring in Los Angeles. A historical dramedy about how the Liberty Bell was cracked. The play is based on a true story…almost When asked about the diversity of his career, Lange states, “The duty of the Artist is to find his muse, then let her rip.” --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/momentsofgrace/support
Robert Bertrand was a great fiddle player and singer. He left behind a impressive discography as a sideman and on his own. He recorded from 1958 until his early death in 1974. The episode provides a overview of early recordings done by Robert; especially those that features his vocals.Down Home Cajun Music- Robert Bertrand Part 1.1."Allons A Lake Charles"- Robert Bertrand and Nathan Abshire (1958) GCL 1252."S'en Aller Dedans Lake Charles"- Robert Bertrand and Nathan Abshire (1958) GCL 1253."Lost Love Waltz"- Robert Bertrand and Lake Charles Playboys (1959) Fais-Do-Do 10004."Drunkard's Two Step"- Robert Bertrand and Lake Charles Playboys (1959) Fais-Do-Do 10005."La Banana Au Non Adam"- Robert Bertrand with Nathan Abshire (1960) Kajun 5016."It's Too Late"- Robert Bertrand and his Lake Charles Playboys (1961) Cajun Classics 1057."Chere Te Mon"- Robert Bertrand and his Lake Charles Playboys (1961) Cajun Classics 1058."My Mama and Papa"- Robert Bertrand with Phil Menard (1967) Folk Star 12099."Pas Revenir a la Maison"- Robert with Jo'El Sonnier (1966) Goldband 117110."Mon Senx Ont Sous"- Robert with Jo'El Sonnier (1966) Goldband 117311."La Valse De Prison"- Robert with his Louisiana Ramblers (1968) Goldband 1197*All Selections from the orginal 45's and Lp's.
Ladies, we could not kick off the "Taking Care of H.E.R." series without bringing on a VERY special guest—Mama Brooks! She is keeping it all the way "H.O.T." [Honest, One, and Transparent] and giving us a few gems on how to take care of our "House," internally and externally. Mama Brooks is all about God's love, keeping it "real," and no filters—don't say we didn't warn you! In the words of Brittany, "That's My Mama!" ________________ To learn more about FL;P Finding Love In Purpose™, visit www.brittanynbrooks.com! Need a motivational read? Get your copy of Brittany's book—> Finding Love In Purpose. Stay connected and follow me on Instagram. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/findingloveinpurpose/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/findingloveinpurpose/support
Little monster trucks are met with challenge after challenge and must find a way to stay on the road and finish the race! Will they all make it, and who will win? About the Author Doug is an author/illustrator living in Chicago with his wife and daughter. He is the author of My Mama is a Mechanic and My Papa is a Princess. The six-year old version of Doug is freaking out right now that someone let him make a book with a transforming cheese monster truck. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/farhoodman/support
“I don't care what you call her,” said the boy, “I'm going to call her Susie.” He was only seven but he was certainly stubborn and he really liked me a lot. I'm the one named Susie, actually, it's Susanne. That's the French spelling, I've been told. My Mama did that to me. Hardly anyone spells it right. The boy's name was Tommy… His mom was going to have a baby soon and their family had been discussing names. He was adamant. If it was a girl, he was going to call her Susie.
My Mama said you're either in or you're out ... I'm out.---Email: sim@bossestalkbeautyIG: @bossestalkbeauty
Meet Stevii Mills! Are you ready to take your life to the next level of greatness? Stevii helps people align and execute their vision. Stevii was a perfect student who went from kindergarten to grad school. She checked off the boxes and did everything the way society says we "should." After working in corporate America she felt like she was stuck in a box, stressed out and very sick. She went from a size 14 to a size 0. The mind-body connection was hard at work, and her stress was manifesting physically.She took a look at her skills, talents, and abilities and tapped into women's empowerment as a movement. She created a Beauty from Head to Toe Tour, has written 14 books, and is an accomplished speaker sharing the stage with other notable speakers like Lisa Nichols. Stevii has a beautiful story to share - I hope you enjoy it. “My Mama always said you’ve got to put the past behind you before you can move on.” – Forrest"Faith without Works is Dead" James 2:26
Welcome to a special episode of Swerve South! Join Jaime for an inspirational conversation with Civil Rights Activist and founder of Southerners on New Ground, Mandy Carter. In this episode, Mandy tells a bit of her fascinating life story and offers a history lesson through the lens of her life and work for 50 years in Civil Rights movements. In addition to an exceptional history lesson, you’ll also hear a discussion of activism, coalition building, intentionality of organizing, and the power of sustained political activism. As a nod to the intentions of this podcast, Mandy and Jaime swerve their discussion to the south and consider homecoming for former southerners or people with familial roots in the regional south. They consider rebuilding the south as an inclusive space that works for all inhabitants. Listen to this episode and be inspired to consider the power of one. Ask yourself: “How do we stand up together?” _________Learn more about the organizations and groups discussed in this episode: Highlander CenterWar Resisters LeaguePeace and Freedom PartyNational Council of EldersCDF Haley FarmStudents Against Social InjusticeUM NAACPUnited Campus Workers of MississippiFarm Labor Organizing CommitteeNational Black Justice CoalitionYoknapatawpha Arts CouncilBe sure to check out our recommended readings and movies: Brother Outsider: The Life of Bayard RustinQuaker: Social Justice TestimonySuzanne Farr, Homophobia: A Weapon of SexismMab Segrest, My Mama’s Dead Squirrel"The Story of Cesar Chavez""Is This the Most Radical Mayor in America?"Pat Parker PoetryDorothy AllisonTake a look at these extra links and resources: Joan Baez, Center for the Study of NonviolenceArchived Article about Creating Change ConferenceMeg Christiansen, “Southern Home”Holly Near on Singing For Our LivesOxford Film FestivalOxford Pride ParadeViolet Valley Book Store
Show Notes:Welcome to Episode 52. People’s deepest hunger is the need to be understood. Here is a Knowledge Nugget to help you listen and empathize. It was taught to me by my mentor awhile back and I admit, I struggle with it daily. But always trying to Level up and improve this area! Enjoy! Any questions,comments, feedback or opinions please email them to sf@timetoshinetoday.com Quote: We have two ears and one mouth for a reason - My Mama and OthersKnowledge Nuggets and Take-Aways:Human beings deepest hunger is to be heard and understoodParaphrase what was said to you. People love to know you are listening.If possible take notes. People will see you doing this and want to tell you even more.Here is a link to this episode on our website: https://timetoshinetoday.com/podcast/052/Recommended ResourcesRobin Sharma: Who Will Cry When You Die?: Life Lessons From The Monk who Sold His Ferrari Ryan Holiday: The Daily StoicBob Burg’s Book: The Go-GiverHost Your Podcast for Free with Buzz Sprout: Our Show Sponsor Sutter and Nugent Real Estate - Real Estate Excellence Music Courtesy of: fight by urmymuse (c) copyright 2018 Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution (3.0) license. http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/urmymuse/58696 Ft: Stefan Kartenberg, Kara Square
My Mama is the happiest person I know! Not even Alzheimer’s can steal her Joy!
My Mama friend Brooke is back with us as we dive into a question I received on social media about your relationship after baby and how social media makes everything seem easy! Don’t forget to follow me on social media and message me any topics you would like to hear next! facebook.com/idahowife instagram.com/idahowife Thanks for tuning in!
Ok, this is a pretty special episode! Prepare to have your mind blown and your appetite to learn whetted by MY MAMA! That’s right we’ve got Marilyn Faulkner in the house, talking about how to be a life-long learner, what that even means, and how it’s going to bring more joy into your life! She shares some freaking inspiring awesome stories about rejection, being brave, and how to create a learning package for yourself, regardless of your age or stage in life! You’ll be so inspired to be more curious and learn more in your life! WE ARE SO EXCITED TO PARTNER WITH AMAZON HOME FOR THIS EPISODE! IT’S PRIME DAY AND I’VE PICKED OUT MY FAVORITE DEALS FOR YOU! SHOP THEM HERE: https://www.amazon.com/shop/thealisonshow
Having got Godley and Creme's masterwork out of their system (for now!), this is Paul and Sean's first venture into the more mainstream 10cc universe. This episode looks in detail at 10cc's eponymous debut album. It aims to put the record in some kind of context, with in-depth analysis of all ten tracks and some of the single B-sides. Along the way, they discuss the origins of the group in Strawberry Studios, the deal with Jonathan King, their early chart hits and misses, Eric's ground-breaking production and guitar sounds, and the quirky, brilliant and super-inventive songwriting melting pot that was this great band. Listen out for rare audio from an educational film about the recording of The Dean and I, and the Hotlegs track that eventually morphed into the wonderful Fresh Air for My Mama. And Sean won't let the Gizmo bee in his bonnet rest... This is a long one folks, but there's a lot to discuss!
Sunday Funday: Millennial Moms vs Old School Moms. Good Food, Good Drinks, and better stories. We have a special guest panel of Moms including my Mom, My Mama, My two sisters , and My sons Godfather’s Mom as we debate new school parenting styles vs today’s. We had so much fun. Tune in now!!
The life you have in the morning may not be the life you have when you go to bed that night. Those words, Mamas infamous words, have been playing on repeat since February 18th. The day that Mama transitioned. I somehow thought this could never happen, it would never happen. My Mama was a force of nature and she'd be here until the sun burns out, maybe longer than that. I imagined my Mama here too see my daughters have children. I believe that, knowing that she was approaching her 90th birthday. I believed that, knowing that her body was tired and she was ready to go home. She'd been ready for quite some time. I hoped that some miracle would happen. That she's somehow become a full self again, mind and body. That she of all the people in the world could defy it all. She had escaped death many times before, she had pulled through many illnesses like a champ. Even this time. She had been sick for over a week in ICU. And somehow, she managed to come through in the end and have conversations with her children, her grandchildren. She had some jokes and fashion requests. She told us she loved us. I thought, along with my siblings that My Mama was a gangsta. A spiritual gangsta. A woman who's faith and resilience could make it through even the worst health crisis. And then she didn't make it. She didn't. And I, the demure, refined, sophisticated and well adjusted, socially assimilated black woman that I am, became something I never imagined I could ever be. A black motherless child. a screaming hollering ranting throw myself to the floor, throw myself to my mothers feet, black motherless child. If it would have been filmed I would have my Oscar. In some of my clearer moments, this being one of them, I thought about this podcast. I thought about what I would say. How could I say it. When should I get back to it. It would be hard and I'm pretty much a mess. But here I am. This is the way I am now. I'm struggling with change. The biggest and most devastating change of my life. And that's what this show is all about. So here I am. I'll let you know how I'm doing from time to time. And we can commiserate together. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/dionne-lea-williams/support
Hi, nice to meet you.... Welcome to TeTe & Espresso, a CastBox original podcast, I’m TeTe. Yes this is a 2 minute podcast, and today I’ll take the 2 minutes to creatively tell you who I am, and what this podcast is about. “Good night my darling, I love you so much, you can do anything you want to in life if you just work hard enough.” My Mama used to say that to me every night before I went to bed, until I moved out... (Southern Accent) I am a southern gentleman, from deep far in the south. From San Diego, California..... We grew up in a family with 4 of us kids, in a loving family, that parents were divorced when my youngest brother was 18. Having the loving Italian side of my Moms family taught me love and philanthropy. And my Dad bought me looong audio books on “winning in life” with 20 different teachers. And I was fortunate to be raised in an environment, where even though I was trained to go one path (I am the only sibling who did not graduate from San Diego State University) I somehow Had the mental liberty to be the black sheep, and find my own path..Which led me into being a real estate agent and real estate coach for 5 years...This was not fulfilling enough.. When I experienced some major heartache from a team stealing a lllllloooot of $$$ from me, I decided to leave the real estate industry, break myself down to the core, acknowledge that this 1 life is all we have, and I started building what you are seeing in front on you.... 5 years of vocal lessons, reading 10 pages a day, on any topic, for 10 years, 7 years as a voice over artist, a traveling musician, and philanthropist you works with orphanage kids in Mexico, who has a plan much bigger, that every one will know about through this podcast... My whole life has led me to this. And I am here. To be the full expression of everything I am, open to you, so you can improve your life, even if it’s for 2 minutes. That gives me the rush beyond money. So yes please, Subscribe and follow this podcast, I will give you everything I have, every time. Like an olympic sprinter...3 times a week, for 2 minutes.
Chef Moe Stevenson of My Mama's Kitchen will be guest hosting the show with Deb and Fitz. We'll be discussing The Notorious B.I.G.'s food rhymes, Naked and Afraid's aggressive flies and survival eating, and we'll be joined by James Beard Foundation award winning author Adrian Miller, who will discuss African-American barbecue culture.
We’re talking about NBC’S The Voice, NYPD Blue and 2018 James Beard award winners. Fitz reveals his devotion to Pryor Baird’s voice and admits to being a #priority. Deb runs down results for some of the James Beard award winners and details info on 2018 Best Chef Southeast winner Rodney Scott. Also, Fitz finally get to do a Fitz’s Finds highlighting Island Jerk Hut, My Mama’s Kitchen, Ihaw Ihaw and the Pure gas station in South Norfolk. Chef and Culinary Institute of Virginia instructor, Mark Bedzik stops in to talk about his 2018 produce excellence in food service award for the chefs garden at CIV.
My Mama taught me how to mind map 20+ years ago. And now I do it all the time. For almost everything! Yesterday, I helped 19 young documentary makers generate ideas to shoot for Youthworx‘s Our Voices film project. The mind-mapping definitely sparked their creative juices and I can’t wait to see their docos later in the year! Ideas I asked the young filmmakers to mind map * What makes you angry? What do you want to change? * What are you good at? What do people say you’re good at? * Who else does the problem in Q1 affect? * How can you use what you’re good at to solve problem in Q1? * What do you want to learn along the way? * Who really needs to see your film? * What’s the best way to spread your idea beyond your film? * What can you do so that your film’s not boring or predictable? * Who/what are you if you remove all the usual cultural/ethnic/diverse references and descriptors?
My Mama, will be the first to tell you that she is not perfect. Never having much money, but raising nine children who always felt like they were rich, could only be done with love from an almost perfect heart. Because of my Mama’s love and prayers, all of her children grew up to love Jesus. She also taught Sunday School for years and years. Hundreds of children learned about Jesus because Mama always had a perfect love for Him and the little ones He loved. Please listen to this podcast, in it I honor my Mamma on her eightieth birthday.
This week I talked to MY MAMA! I quiz her on my baby book, talk about her decision to come to California with me, and find out why she kept my baby teeth for 20+ years.
You know him as “Joe the Policeman” from the “What’s Going Down?” episode of That’s My Mama, Blastr.com’s own Matthew “Action” Jackson joins Jeremy and Jason for another installment of The Bastard Cast Power Hour of Fun and Practical Life … [read more>>]
Kristoff St. John made his television debut at age 7 in the sit-com series “That's My Mama”. Now, 37 years later, he is one of the stars on CBS-TV's “The Young and The Restless”, the number one rated drama for the past 22 years on daytime television, playing the popular character of Neil Winters. Kristoff is no stranger to the CBS network, having starred in the series “Charlie and Company”, with Flip Wilson, Gladys Knight, and Della Reese. He was also a series regular on CBS' “The Bad News Bears.” Kristoff also starred in the Spelling Series, “The San Pedro Beach Bums”. As a child and young adult, Kristoff worked with legendary entertainers such as Richard Pryor, Tony Orlando, Diahann Carroll, Jack Warden, James Earl Jones, Bill Cosby, Flip Wilson, Smokey Robinson, Irene Cara, Gladys Knight, Farrah Fawcett, Jon Voight, and had the distinction of playing the title role of Young Alex Haley in “Roots 2”, for which he won a ‘Youth in Film' award. Kristoff stops by on Monday, November 19, at 9pm EST to chat about his successful career.
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Come join hosts VS Grenier & Marsha Cook on February 10th at 1PM EST – 12PM CT – 11AM MT – 10AM PST. This is a discussion based show. Marsha and Virginia will be happy to take your calls if you have questions. Call in number - 714-242-5259 This week special guest Johnny Tan from My Mama's Kitchen will be joining the show. Come learn how success starts at home. Johnny is a multi-award winning author, leadership speaker, life coach & talk show host. Marsha Casper Cook and Virginia (VS) Grenier have over 50 years of experience with the publishing and marketing world.Their goal...to help you become successful. Call in, post your questions in our chat room during the show or email your questions to us here at Blog Talk Radio. Call in number - (714) 242-5259 Info at http://www.michiganavenuemedia.com/ or Visit our blog and learn more about us and our guest at http://worldofinknetwork.blogspot.com
Elizabeth John, Senior Communications Officer of TRAFFIC Southeast Asia and Loshini John, Values and Communications Manager at The Body Shop Malaysia, discuss the joint TRAFFIC-The Body Shop campaign, "Where's My Mama?" which highlights the plight of young wildlife left orphaned by animal trafficking.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
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