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Phones that can't make calls. Apps that don't work. Food that somehow rots faster than it should. Why does everything feel like it's not quite right? This episode dives headfirst into the absurdity of right now—tech fails, overpriced produce, and Australia's quiet luxury obsession (spoiler: it's just capitalism with better PR). We're unpacking why “convenience” is really just chaos, why nothing feels built to last, and how we're all trying to hold it together in a world that's falling apart. Plus, I'm talking about community (or the lack of it), the hidden costs of progress, and why it's time to stop waiting for systems to change and just fix what's right in front of us. I'm talking to my friend Aurelia Sinclair (@aureliadotcom) a comedian, podcaster, and writer based in Narm (Melbourne). Co-host of Pop Gay. IMPORTANT LINKS ✨ For birth chart readings, 1:1 and group mentoring– visit my website. ✨ For deeper dives into the practical magic of astrology, personal stories, and metaphysics– visit Patreon. TIMESTAMPS 00:00 mercury retrograde got me 00:19 synchronicity of delays on patreon 01:16 organic markets (hot) 01:33 Australia is quiet luxury 05:16 hydration is vintage 08:08 what's wrong with the food 14:00 colonial Australia 26:22 growing up jehovah's witness 35:59 practical changes 43:33 your neighbours hate you 52:04 see you on patreon
How Singapore intends to settle noise disputes more effectively. Synopsis: Every second Monday of the month, The Straits Times takes a hard look at Singapore's social issues of the day with guests. Settling noise disputes will be easier with mandatory mediation as the Community Disputes Management Framework (CDMF) is enhanced, under the Community Disputes Resolution (Amendment) Bill. Involved with how the framework can be enhanced is grassroots leader Raymond Poh. In this episode, Lynda Hong and co-host Christie Chiu speak with him to hear about his 14 years of experience in dealing with noise disputes, and how mediation has been effective in resolving disputes between neighbours (with an 80 per cent success rate with voluntary mediation cases). Mr Poh also shares how the Community Advisory Panel's (CAP) recommendations, along with the proposed CDMF enhancements, may help neighbours better understand one another and find middle ground. The authorities also intend to allow the Housing Board to consider compulsory acquisition of flats as a deterrent and “the absolute last resort for severe, recalcitrant nuisance-making”. This measure will be considered only when all other levers have failed, and acquisition is needed to protect the interests of other residents, the Ministry of Culture, Community and Youth and the Ministry of Law and Ministry of National Development said in a joint statement in August, adding that this will be similar to how HDB can consider compulsory acquisition of flats for those convicted of throwing killer litter under the Penal Code. This podcast is brought to you by the Ministry of Culture, Community and Youth (MCCY): https://www.mccy.gov.sg Highlights (click/tap above): 1:25 CCTVs, noise sensors and detective work - a memorable dispute that Mr Poh had mediated 7:38 Different forms of mediation 8:19 The difference between the Community Mediation Centre (CMC) and the Community Disputes Resolution Tribunals (CDRT) 10:09 What are the new proposed enhancements to the Community Disputes Resolution (Amendment) Bill? 11:23 More noise complaints with population growth in Singapore 12:26 Proposed enhancements to the Community Disputes Resolution (Amendment) Bill More on the Community Disputes Management Framework: https://go.gov.sg/cdmf-enhancements Read ST's Opinion section: https://str.sg/w7sH Read Christie Chiu's articles: https://str.sg/3ESxU Hosts: Lynda Hong (lyndahong@sph.com.sg) and Christie Chiu (christiec@sph.com.sg) Produced and edited by: Amirul Karim Executive producer: Ernest Luis Follow In Your Opinion Podcast here and get notified for new episode drops: Channel: https://str.sg/w7Qt Apple Podcasts: https://str.sg/wukb Spotify: https://str.sg/w7sV Feedback to: podcast@sph.com.sg --- Follow more ST podcast channels: All-in-one ST Podcasts channel: https://str.sg/wvz7 ST Podcast website: http://str.sg/stpodcasts ST Podcasts YouTube: https://str.sg/4Vwsa --- Get The Straits Times' app, which has a dedicated podcast player section: The App Store: https://str.sg/icyB Google Play: https://str.sg/icyX --- #inyouropinionSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
How Singapore intends to settle noise disputes more effectively. Synopsis: Every second Monday of the month, The Straits Times takes a hard look at Singapore's social issues of the day with guests. Settling noise disputes will be easier with mandatory mediation as the Community Disputes Management Framework (CDMF) is enhanced, under the Community Disputes Resolution (Amendment) Bill. Involved with how the framework can be enhanced is grassroots leader Raymond Poh. In this episode, Lynda Hong and co-host Christie Chiu speak with him to hear about his 14 years of experience in dealing with noise disputes, and how mediation has been effective in resolving disputes between neighbours (with an 80 per cent success rate with voluntary mediation cases). Mr Poh also shares how the Community Advisory Panel's (CAP) recommendations, along with the proposed CDMF enhancements, may help neighbours better understand one another and find middle ground. The authorities also intend to allow the Housing Board to consider compulsory acquisition of flats as a deterrent and “the absolute last resort for severe, recalcitrant nuisance-making”. This measure will be considered only when all other levers have failed, and acquisition is needed to protect the interests of other residents, the Ministry of Culture, Community and Youth and the Ministry of Law and Ministry of National Development said in a joint statement in August, adding that this will be similar to how HDB can consider compulsory acquisition of flats for those convicted of throwing killer litter under the Penal Code. This podcast is brought to you by the Ministry of Culture, Community and Youth (MCCY): https://www.mccy.gov.sg Highlights (click/tap above): 1:25 CCTVs, noise sensors and detective work - a memorable dispute that Mr Poh had mediated 7:38 Different forms of mediation 8:19 The difference between the Community Mediation Centre (CMC) and the Community Disputes Resolution Tribunals (CDRT) 10:09 What are the new proposed enhancements to the Community Disputes Resolution (Amendment) Bill? 11:23 More noise complaints with population growth in Singapore 12:26 Proposed enhancements to the Community Disputes Resolution (Amendment) Bill More on the Community Disputes Management Framework: https://go.gov.sg/cdmf-enhancements Read ST's Opinion section: https://str.sg/w7sH Read Christie Chiu's articles: https://str.sg/3ESxU Hosts: Lynda Hong (lyndahong@sph.com.sg) and Christie Chiu (christiec@sph.com.sg) Produced and edited by: Amirul Karim Executive producer: Ernest Luis Follow In Your Opinion Podcast here and get notified for new episode drops: Channel: https://str.sg/w7Qt Apple Podcasts: https://str.sg/wukb Spotify: https://str.sg/w7sV Feedback to: podcast@sph.com.sg --- Follow more ST podcast channels: All-in-one ST Podcasts channel: https://str.sg/wvz7 ST Podcast website: http://str.sg/stpodcasts ST Podcasts YouTube: https://str.sg/4Vwsa --- Get The Straits Times' app, which has a dedicated podcast player section: The App Store: https://str.sg/icyB Google Play: https://str.sg/icyX --- #inyouropinionSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
The Lobang Boys talk about some neighbourly love which Chris Hansen will not be proud of and DJ Inquisitive preying on young women in the clubs. For exclusive content of Breaking Wind where each week we talk about local hot topics: https://www.patreon.com/lordsoflobang #neighbour #love #DJ #clubbing
Overnight News, 2. Name Cock Ups, 3. Ticked Off Tom - iTunes, 4. Are You Still Neighbourly? 5. Dinner & A Show! 6. The Longest Phone Call, 7. No More Than Thrice... The ONLY way to wake up in Adelaide is with your best brekkie mates Tom & Callum on Fresh 92.7 Keep up to date on our socials. Instagram - @fresh927 Facebook - Fresh 92.7See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Overnight News, 2. Name Cock Ups, 3. Ticked Off Tom - iTunes, 4. Are You Still Neighbourly? 5. Dinner & A Show! 6. The Longest Phone Call, 7. No More Than Thrice... The ONLY way to wake up in Adelaide is with your best brekkie mates Tom & Callum on Fresh 92.7 Keep up to date on our socials. Instagram - @fresh927 Facebook - Fresh 92.7See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
That's a little bit too Neighbourly for our liking. An Aussie Neighbours star is making headlines for writing a v large cheque to support Trump and UK leader Nigel Farage at her own fundraiser for Donald Trump in London. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Information Morning Fredericton from CBC Radio New Brunswick (Highlights)
There's a new coffee shop at the 12 Neighbours Tiny Home community in Fredericton. Neighbourly Coffee opened it's doors today. Jeanne Armstrong dropped in earlier in the week as the staff were testing recipes, and spoke to Rodrigo Flores and Iryna Kadushkina.
Information Morning Fredericton from CBC Radio New Brunswick (Highlights)
Mayor Al of the 12 Neighbours community joined Jeanne Armstrong along with Fredericton City Councillor Jocelyn Pike at the opening of Neighbourly coffee. The two have gotten to know each other and they have a lot in common as community leaders.
Shane Bradley is one of New Zealand's most successful business owners. The full number of businesses he's started and sold are too long to list here; but he's been the brains behind Finda, Sella, Grab One, Neighbourly, Pet.co.nz, Pet Direct and many more. And his journey to the top has been one hell of a ride. In this episode we talk about dropping out of school in sixth form, how he created a business with 50 employees at the age of 22 and the lessons learned from its failure, 100-hour work weeks, the stunning success of GrabOne, walking away from it all to compete in Ironman, and all the best stories from a liftetime of starting and selling businesses.This is the first time Shane has shared his story in full and we cover some emotional ground too. Shane shares details of his eating disorder, his mental health struggles and the devastating blow of recently losing his dog, Cooper. This was such a cool chat, full of industry-leading insights on business, tips on balancing family and business and how he's succeded by living life at pace. You'll love this one. *************************** We're also super stoked to tell you about the business we've built. If you'd like to hire one of our incredible guests to speak at or MC your event, check out our epic lineup at B2Bspeakers.co.nz and get in touch. Listen on iheart or wherever you get your podcasts from, or watch the video on Youtube. Enjoy. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
This episode is sponsored by Lodgify, an all-in-one solution that will help you start, manage, and grow your short-term rental business. > Click here to visit Lodgify.com to start your free trial today Getting involved in advocacy means more than just making a token appearance at a council meeting when they are discussing short term rental issues. It means having a voice and getting a seat at the table. When Ben Pereira started to build his Yukon-based business, he took this seriously and realized that you have to show up to be heard. Now, as the Chair of the Housing Committee on Whitehorse City Council, he can make his stakeholders' views known and considered. In this episode, Ben talks about the uniqueness of his business, which involves a wide range of guest personas, from sports teams and adventure seekers to families preparing for imminent childbirth. It's a fascinating look into a model of business that requires a good deal of flexibility, tolerance, and empathy. On top of that, there's the ever-present threat of regulations, and we hear how Ben uses his position to share the benefits of short-term rentals in his community. ______________________________________________________________________ Discover the THRIVE Training System and attend an information session to get your questions answered about our foundational team training: https://thrive.vacationrentalformula.com/thrive-live-webinar Are you listening to this podcast on the move? Get to the show notes here: https://www.vacationrentalformula.com/VRS556
Caritas, a form of grace that turned our love for our neighbour into a spiritual practice, was expected of all early modern Christians, and corresponded with a set of ethical rules for living that displayed one's love in the everyday. Caritas was not just a willingness to behave morally, to keep the peace, and to uphold social order however, but was expected to be felt as a strong passion, like that of a parent to a child. Caritas: Neighbourly Love and the Early Modern Self (Oxford UP, 2021) explores the importance of caritas to early modern communities, introducing the concept of the 'emotional ethic' to explain how neighbourly love become not only a code for moral living but a part of felt experience. As an emotional ethic, caritas was an embodied norm, where physical feeling and bodily practices guided right action, and was practiced in the choices and actions of everyday life. Using a case study of the Scottish lower orders, this book highlights how caritas shaped relationships between men and women, families, and the broader community. Focusing on marriage, childhood and youth, 'sinful sex', privacy and secrecy, and hospitality towards the itinerant poor, Caritas provides a rich analysis of the emotional lives of the poor and the embodied moral framework that guided their behaviour. Charting the period 1660 to 1830, it highlights how caritas evolved in response to the growing significance of romantic love, as well as new ideas of social relation between men, such as fraternity and benevolence. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network
Caritas, a form of grace that turned our love for our neighbour into a spiritual practice, was expected of all early modern Christians, and corresponded with a set of ethical rules for living that displayed one's love in the everyday. Caritas was not just a willingness to behave morally, to keep the peace, and to uphold social order however, but was expected to be felt as a strong passion, like that of a parent to a child. Caritas: Neighbourly Love and the Early Modern Self (Oxford UP, 2021) explores the importance of caritas to early modern communities, introducing the concept of the 'emotional ethic' to explain how neighbourly love become not only a code for moral living but a part of felt experience. As an emotional ethic, caritas was an embodied norm, where physical feeling and bodily practices guided right action, and was practiced in the choices and actions of everyday life. Using a case study of the Scottish lower orders, this book highlights how caritas shaped relationships between men and women, families, and the broader community. Focusing on marriage, childhood and youth, 'sinful sex', privacy and secrecy, and hospitality towards the itinerant poor, Caritas provides a rich analysis of the emotional lives of the poor and the embodied moral framework that guided their behaviour. Charting the period 1660 to 1830, it highlights how caritas evolved in response to the growing significance of romantic love, as well as new ideas of social relation between men, such as fraternity and benevolence. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Caritas, a form of grace that turned our love for our neighbour into a spiritual practice, was expected of all early modern Christians, and corresponded with a set of ethical rules for living that displayed one's love in the everyday. Caritas was not just a willingness to behave morally, to keep the peace, and to uphold social order however, but was expected to be felt as a strong passion, like that of a parent to a child. Caritas: Neighbourly Love and the Early Modern Self (Oxford UP, 2021) explores the importance of caritas to early modern communities, introducing the concept of the 'emotional ethic' to explain how neighbourly love become not only a code for moral living but a part of felt experience. As an emotional ethic, caritas was an embodied norm, where physical feeling and bodily practices guided right action, and was practiced in the choices and actions of everyday life. Using a case study of the Scottish lower orders, this book highlights how caritas shaped relationships between men and women, families, and the broader community. Focusing on marriage, childhood and youth, 'sinful sex', privacy and secrecy, and hospitality towards the itinerant poor, Caritas provides a rich analysis of the emotional lives of the poor and the embodied moral framework that guided their behaviour. Charting the period 1660 to 1830, it highlights how caritas evolved in response to the growing significance of romantic love, as well as new ideas of social relation between men, such as fraternity and benevolence. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/christian-studies
Caritas, a form of grace that turned our love for our neighbour into a spiritual practice, was expected of all early modern Christians, and corresponded with a set of ethical rules for living that displayed one's love in the everyday. Caritas was not just a willingness to behave morally, to keep the peace, and to uphold social order however, but was expected to be felt as a strong passion, like that of a parent to a child. Caritas: Neighbourly Love and the Early Modern Self (Oxford UP, 2021) explores the importance of caritas to early modern communities, introducing the concept of the 'emotional ethic' to explain how neighbourly love become not only a code for moral living but a part of felt experience. As an emotional ethic, caritas was an embodied norm, where physical feeling and bodily practices guided right action, and was practiced in the choices and actions of everyday life. Using a case study of the Scottish lower orders, this book highlights how caritas shaped relationships between men and women, families, and the broader community. Focusing on marriage, childhood and youth, 'sinful sex', privacy and secrecy, and hospitality towards the itinerant poor, Caritas provides a rich analysis of the emotional lives of the poor and the embodied moral framework that guided their behaviour. Charting the period 1660 to 1830, it highlights how caritas evolved in response to the growing significance of romantic love, as well as new ideas of social relation between men, such as fraternity and benevolence. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/british-studies
One good thing that has come from the adversity people have faced in recent years, from the pandemic to wildfires, is the sense that we're in this together. This week, Mary Jane Hampton looks at how cultivating that attitude can be a big hedge toward future emergencies.
Neighbours Mike and Sal hook up.By Own2006. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I remember the first day I met him. I was moving into my apartment and he was my only immediate neighbour. My mom had come along to help me with moving but she and I were struggling to figure out how to get the gas heating boiler working and the estate agent was no help at all. The main door slammed and footsteps came up the communal staircase. I rushed out hoping to find someone to ask for help only to see this broad-shouldered, dark-haired, bearded hunk of a man walking up the stairs.“Oh! Hello, Hi. Eh… do you live here?” I asked. “I'm moving in opposite…” I gestured toward my open front door.He reached the top of the stairs and stood beside me, 6ft tall, wearing black Canterbury sweatpants and a hoodie and smelling amazing. “Yes, I do. Hi, new neighbour. I'm Mike.” he smiled and held out his hand to shake mine. “Sorry I'm a bit sweaty from rugby.” he gave an apologetic laugh.His hand was warm and enveloped mine and I tried not to make it obvious that I was immediately attracted to him. “Sal.” I offered. My mom appeared behind me. “This is my mom.” I introduced them. “She's helping me move in.”Mike shook her hand. “Nice to meet you both.” he smiled at us. He helped us with the boiler problems, showed us round the complex, explained the general housekeeping matters and gave us a tour of his own apartment.After that initial meeting our interactions were brief and related to goings-on in and around our apartment complex. He was 2 years younger than me, he worked long hours in the City and had a girlfriend he only saw at weekends. I worked a 9 -5 in a local medical centre and had been single for 2 years already. He was a very good neighbour, very chivalrous, a real gentleman, always looking out for me as a single woman living on my own. He put my bins out, took in parcels for me, and checked on me when my cooking set off the fire alarm. We rarely crossed paths but left messages on Post-It notes on each other's front doors when we needed to let the other know something important about the apartment complex. I felt lucky to have such a good neighbour and even let his habit of mansplaining slide. My heart beat wildly any time we talked and I felt my face flush. I knew he wasn't interested in me romantically but that didn't stop me fantasising about him.We'd been neighbours for nearly 3 years when we finally started to have longer conversations as we stood on our communal landing. I noticed he'd been around a lot more, he'd noticed I was working longer hours. We bonded over our work woes, financial situations and dislike of the neighbours downstairs. He disclosed that he'd quit his job and was starting his own business but his mom wasn't pleased. I disclosed I was being bullied by my boss and getting in to debt but I couldn't get another job.One sticky Summer evening we chatted for an hour and a half, our front doors propped open as we stood out in our communal hall. Both of us wearing the type of comfy, worn out clothes you only wear around your home and hope no one else will ever see you wearing.Somehow the conversation shifted and he revealed that, after 6 years together, he and his girlfriend had split up some months earlier, around the same time he'd quit his job. They had planned a holiday to Vegas but at the last minute she said she couldn't afford to pay the rest of the cost so he had paid for her. On the flight to Vegas she blurted out that she didn't feel the same about him anymore and wanted to break up. Being the gentleman that he was, he'd continued with the holiday and paid for all her food, drinks and excursions during their 6 days in Vegas. On their return home they parted ways.I was shocked and I couldn't hide my reaction. My face can't lie. He was now at the angry stage, he told me all the things he'd encouraged her to do with her studies and her job that she was now happily flaunting on Facebook, the plans they'd made together and what he'd worked for and hoped for their future together. I was stunned and sad for him and told him so. I didn't know what else to say, I didn't know the woman so I didn't want to start bashing her but what a way to break up with someone! I felt so bad for him, he was such a nice guy.I asked if I could give him a hug. Surprisingly he agreed and stepped towards me, scooping me up in arms. He wrapped his arms round my waist and squeezed me to him. I stood on my tiptoes and slid my arms round his neck, hugging him. He hugged me tightly and held me in his embrace for a long time. It was the most satisfying hug I'd had in a long time.“Sorry, I haven't had any human contact for so long!” he laughed awkwardly as he stood back. “Since I left my job and I'm on my own most of the time…” he gestured towards his apartment. “You know?” he asked, smiling at me.I nodded sympathetically. “I understand completely, don't worry.” I said. “We should spend more time together. The rugby's on this weekend, you should come over and we could watch it together.” I offered. He raised his eyebrows in thought. “Otherwise we'll both be sitting on our own across the hall from each other watching it.” I laughed.He didn't answer, he stood gazing at me and just as I started to feel self-conscious he kissed me. I was taken aback and let out a muffled gasp then kissed him back. We kissed frantically, passionately, his tongue devouring mine as his stubble rubbed on my face. His hands groped my body and I grasped his back. We breathed in short, heavy pants as we kissed. He stepped forward, pushing me against the wall, his hands groping my big, braless breasts over my oversized t-shirt and I felt his cock hardening in his jeans while he thrust against me. It was just like I'd fantasized. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to feel his cock inside me, I had this urge that I'd never acted on before but now he was offering it to me. My pussy clenched at the thought and I actually felt a trickle as the wetness dripped out into my pants.He stopped briefly and we looked intently at each other, breathing heavily. I moved over the threshold of my apartment and he stepped towards me, pulling his t-shirt off over his head and unbuttoning his jeans as he followed me into my bedroom. We kissed frantically as we undressed ourselves at breakneck speed and I remembered I wasn't groomed for the occasion. I told him so in between kisses and he said he didn't care. I threw myself back on my unmade bed and caught sight of him completely naked for the first time. I wasn't disappointed. He looked almost exactly as I had imagined all those times I'd made myself come thinking about him.His dark chest hair covered his toned chest and his snail trail led down over defined abs to his massive throbbing cock. It was so hard that it sat straight out from his body, his foreskin already slightly pulled back so the head was quite exposed, pre-cum dripping from it. He climbed on the bed and I grasped his thighs. He lay me back as we kissed and his fingers immediately went for my pussy. He groaned feeling how wet I was and slid 2 fingers inside me. We both gasped and groaned. I sat up, grasping his cock. His foreskin hardly moved as I stroked my hand up and down his cock then quickly slid the head into my mouth. He moaned and his breathing jerked. Seems he was a moaner and I instantly got wetter.“Yeah. Oh yeah.” he groaned as I sucked his cock. It was girthy and I had to be extra careful to avoid scraping him with my teeth. “You're so wet.” he groaned as he finger fucked me. The sound of it was loud and turned me on even more. I groaned with my mouth round his cock and he inhaled sharply. “Tell me what you want me to do to you!” he groaned.I took his cock out of my mouth and spat the excess saliva down his length, stroking it with my hand. “Fuck me, I want your cock inside me.” I moaned, the anticipation of it finally coming true was overwhelming and made me tremble.“Fuck! Look how wet you are!” He withdrew his fingers and held them up to show me them covered in my juices. He slid them back inside me and his eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned as he felt my wetness before he withdrew them again. “Taste yourself.” he groaned, thrusting his hand towards me, sliding his fingers into my mouth and holding my gaze while I licked my juices off his fingers. His face contorted and he sighed and groaned. I lay back and got a condom from the drawer, opened it and let him put it on. He kneeled between my legs and slid inside me with a groan. I gasped at his girth filling me.“Oh, your pussy's so tight.” he groaned. I agreed and moaned getting used to the feeling of his cock inside me. I lifted my legs up on to his chest and squeezed them together. “Holy good fuck, you're tight. FUCK, you feel good Sal.” Mike moaned as he thrust steadily into me.“Yeah, your cock is so full inside me. Fuck me, fuck me.” I moaned desperately, grasping his thighs. My breath and voice jerked at the force of him. I watched his face as he winced and frowned and moaned loudly as he fucked me. My bed squeaked and banged against the wall with the force.He stopped and pulled out and turned me over into doggy. He slid his cock right back inside and held my hips as he fucked me. I groaned and panted under his force. “Yeah that pussy is dripping.” he moaned.“Harder, Mike. Fuck me.” I groaned as I rubbed my clit. He thrust harder. “Yeah, that's so good.” I groaned.“It's so hot when you tell me to fuck you.” he panted.I laughed and moaned cos I loved saying it. “Oh fuck me.” I groaned. He grunted as he pushed further inside me then stopped and leaned over, kissing my back. I glanced back at him.“I'm so close.” he panted. “But I want to hear you come.”“I'm nearly there, my clit is so sensitive.” I groaned. He began shorter thrusts. “Oh fuck that's so deep.” I groaned as I rubbed my clit harder. “Yeah fuck me, Mike.” He leaned back and grasped my hips and fucked me in good, hard thrusts as he groaned and grunted. All of it helped get me to the edge. I moaned and yelled desperately. “Fuck me, yeah fuck my pussy. I'm gonna come.” I lost all sense of myself. “I'm gonna come so hard, fuck me. Fuck me!” I yelled as I came hard, my body writhed and I made inhumane noises.“Oh fuck yeah come, come.” Mike fucked me hard and he made loud, gutteral moaning noises as our bodies slapped together. “Fuck, your pussie's tight. Fuck yeah.” he exclaimed as he felt me come. I had barely finished and the strong aftershocks raced through me when he thrust fast and hard into me. “Aww fuck I'm coming. Fuck yeah. Oh!” he moaned and grunted. He groaned loud, gutteral noises and thrust hard into me as he came. For a moment I wished he wasn't wearing a condom so I could feel the force of him coming inside me. We both collapsed down on the bed, panting and gasping. I felt him pull out and heard the snap of him pulling off the condom. “Where's the bin?” he asked, still catching his breath.“Bathroom.” I replied breathlessly, indicating where that was even though he knew cos his apartment had the same layout. He got up and went into the bathroom and I turned onto my back on the bed. I heard him opening and closing the pedal bin then washing his hands. As he walked from the bathroom back into my bedroom he picked up his clothes and started getting dressed. He stood at the foot of the bed, not really knowing where to look as he put on his jeans. I didn't know what to do or say either, I grasped at the duvet and pulled it over me.He scratched his head and avoided eye contact. “Eh, so I guess I'll let you know about the rugby at the weekend then?” he asked. I pursed my lips in an awkward smile, shrugged and agreed. He turned quickly and made his way out my open front door and through his own open front door into his apartment. “Oh fuck!” I heard him exclaim in a heavy sigh then he quickly returned to shut his door.I got up, put on my robe and lifted my trail of clothes off the floor as I went to close my front door. I was still high from the frantic fucking with my hot neighbour and I had at least another orgasm waiting. I washed my face with cold water, I frantically tidied my living room, I boiled the kettle and drank a cup of tea then I ran a bath hoping it would finally calm the restlessness left by the adrenaline rush but as I turned off the taps the front door knocked. I opened it to see Mike there, having composed himself. “I kinda want to apologise but not cos that was fucking awesome.” he raised his eyebrows and held out his hands in a shrug. I laughed, shrugged and nodded as I folded my arms and leaned against the door frame. “We don't know each other really but I hope you know I'm not a fuckboy and I know you're not in the habit of that sorta thing either so I wanted to check you're OK?” he asked.I smiled as the gentleman that Mike was, was checking I was alright after he'd fucked me so good. “You miss the company, right?” I asked. He shrugged and nodded, embarrassed. “No harm done. I didn't realise how much I needed it myself until it happened.” He looked relieved and surprised all at once. “Yeah, we're cool.” I said.“Cool. OK. Right.” he said then turned round to go back into his apartment. I stood where I was leaning on the door frame. He turned back quickly. “I will let you know about the rugby.” he nodded. I smiled and nodded as I looked at him then watched him go back into his apartment and shut the door.As I shut my front door and went to get into the bath, I giggled to myself thinking about what had happened. Wow.By Own2006 for Literotica.
Neighbours Mike and Sal hook up.By Own2006. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I remember the first day I met him. I was moving into my apartment and he was my only immediate neighbour. My mom had come along to help me with moving but she and I were struggling to figure out how to get the gas heating boiler working and the estate agent was no help at all. The main door slammed and footsteps came up the communal staircase. I rushed out hoping to find someone to ask for help only to see this broad-shouldered, dark-haired, bearded hunk of a man walking up the stairs.“Oh! Hello, Hi. Eh… do you live here?” I asked. “I'm moving in opposite…” I gestured toward my open front door.He reached the top of the stairs and stood beside me, 6ft tall, wearing black Canterbury sweatpants and a hoodie and smelling amazing. “Yes, I do. Hi, new neighbour. I'm Mike.” he smiled and held out his hand to shake mine. “Sorry I'm a bit sweaty from rugby.” he gave an apologetic laugh.His hand was warm and enveloped mine and I tried not to make it obvious that I was immediately attracted to him. “Sal.” I offered. My mom appeared behind me. “This is my mom.” I introduced them. “She's helping me move in.”Mike shook her hand. “Nice to meet you both.” he smiled at us. He helped us with the boiler problems, showed us round the complex, explained the general housekeeping matters and gave us a tour of his own apartment.After that initial meeting our interactions were brief and related to goings-on in and around our apartment complex. He was 2 years younger than me, he worked long hours in the City and had a girlfriend he only saw at weekends. I worked a 9 -5 in a local medical centre and had been single for 2 years already. He was a very good neighbour, very chivalrous, a real gentleman, always looking out for me as a single woman living on my own. He put my bins out, took in parcels for me, and checked on me when my cooking set off the fire alarm. We rarely crossed paths but left messages on Post-It notes on each other's front doors when we needed to let the other know something important about the apartment complex. I felt lucky to have such a good neighbour and even let his habit of mansplaining slide. My heart beat wildly any time we talked and I felt my face flush. I knew he wasn't interested in me romantically but that didn't stop me fantasising about him.We'd been neighbours for nearly 3 years when we finally started to have longer conversations as we stood on our communal landing. I noticed he'd been around a lot more, he'd noticed I was working longer hours. We bonded over our work woes, financial situations and dislike of the neighbours downstairs. He disclosed that he'd quit his job and was starting his own business but his mom wasn't pleased. I disclosed I was being bullied by my boss and getting in to debt but I couldn't get another job.One sticky Summer evening we chatted for an hour and a half, our front doors propped open as we stood out in our communal hall. Both of us wearing the type of comfy, worn out clothes you only wear around your home and hope no one else will ever see you wearing.Somehow the conversation shifted and he revealed that, after 6 years together, he and his girlfriend had split up some months earlier, around the same time he'd quit his job. They had planned a holiday to Vegas but at the last minute she said she couldn't afford to pay the rest of the cost so he had paid for her. On the flight to Vegas she blurted out that she didn't feel the same about him anymore and wanted to break up. Being the gentleman that he was, he'd continued with the holiday and paid for all her food, drinks and excursions during their 6 days in Vegas. On their return home they parted ways.I was shocked and I couldn't hide my reaction. My face can't lie. He was now at the angry stage, he told me all the things he'd encouraged her to do with her studies and her job that she was now happily flaunting on Facebook, the plans they'd made together and what he'd worked for and hoped for their future together. I was stunned and sad for him and told him so. I didn't know what else to say, I didn't know the woman so I didn't want to start bashing her but what a way to break up with someone! I felt so bad for him, he was such a nice guy.I asked if I could give him a hug. Surprisingly he agreed and stepped towards me, scooping me up in arms. He wrapped his arms round my waist and squeezed me to him. I stood on my tiptoes and slid my arms round his neck, hugging him. He hugged me tightly and held me in his embrace for a long time. It was the most satisfying hug I'd had in a long time.“Sorry, I haven't had any human contact for so long!” he laughed awkwardly as he stood back. “Since I left my job and I'm on my own most of the time…” he gestured towards his apartment. “You know?” he asked, smiling at me.I nodded sympathetically. “I understand completely, don't worry.” I said. “We should spend more time together. The rugby's on this weekend, you should come over and we could watch it together.” I offered. He raised his eyebrows in thought. “Otherwise we'll both be sitting on our own across the hall from each other watching it.” I laughed.He didn't answer, he stood gazing at me and just as I started to feel self-conscious he kissed me. I was taken aback and let out a muffled gasp then kissed him back. We kissed frantically, passionately, his tongue devouring mine as his stubble rubbed on my face. His hands groped my body and I grasped his back. We breathed in short, heavy pants as we kissed. He stepped forward, pushing me against the wall, his hands groping my big, braless breasts over my oversized t-shirt and I felt his cock hardening in his jeans while he thrust against me. It was just like I'd fantasized. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to feel his cock inside me, I had this urge that I'd never acted on before but now he was offering it to me. My pussy clenched at the thought and I actually felt a trickle as the wetness dripped out into my pants.He stopped briefly and we looked intently at each other, breathing heavily. I moved over the threshold of my apartment and he stepped towards me, pulling his t-shirt off over his head and unbuttoning his jeans as he followed me into my bedroom. We kissed frantically as we undressed ourselves at breakneck speed and I remembered I wasn't groomed for the occasion. I told him so in between kisses and he said he didn't care. I threw myself back on my unmade bed and caught sight of him completely naked for the first time. I wasn't disappointed. He looked almost exactly as I had imagined all those times I'd made myself come thinking about him.His dark chest hair covered his toned chest and his snail trail led down over defined abs to his massive throbbing cock. It was so hard that it sat straight out from his body, his foreskin already slightly pulled back so the head was quite exposed, pre-cum dripping from it. He climbed on the bed and I grasped his thighs. He lay me back as we kissed and his fingers immediately went for my pussy. He groaned feeling how wet I was and slid 2 fingers inside me. We both gasped and groaned. I sat up, grasping his cock. His foreskin hardly moved as I stroked my hand up and down his cock then quickly slid the head into my mouth. He moaned and his breathing jerked. Seems he was a moaner and I instantly got wetter.“Yeah. Oh yeah.” he groaned as I sucked his cock. It was girthy and I had to be extra careful to avoid scraping him with my teeth. “You're so wet.” he groaned as he finger fucked me. The sound of it was loud and turned me on even more. I groaned with my mouth round his cock and he inhaled sharply. “Tell me what you want me to do to you!” he groaned.I took his cock out of my mouth and spat the excess saliva down his length, stroking it with my hand. “Fuck me, I want your cock inside me.” I moaned, the anticipation of it finally coming true was overwhelming and made me tremble.“Fuck! Look how wet you are!” He withdrew his fingers and held them up to show me them covered in my juices. He slid them back inside me and his eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned as he felt my wetness before he withdrew them again. “Taste yourself.” he groaned, thrusting his hand towards me, sliding his fingers into my mouth and holding my gaze while I licked my juices off his fingers. His face contorted and he sighed and groaned. I lay back and got a condom from the drawer, opened it and let him put it on. He kneeled between my legs and slid inside me with a groan. I gasped at his girth filling me.“Oh, your pussy's so tight.” he groaned. I agreed and moaned getting used to the feeling of his cock inside me. I lifted my legs up on to his chest and squeezed them together. “Holy good fuck, you're tight. FUCK, you feel good Sal.” Mike moaned as he thrust steadily into me.“Yeah, your cock is so full inside me. Fuck me, fuck me.” I moaned desperately, grasping his thighs. My breath and voice jerked at the force of him. I watched his face as he winced and frowned and moaned loudly as he fucked me. My bed squeaked and banged against the wall with the force.He stopped and pulled out and turned me over into doggy. He slid his cock right back inside and held my hips as he fucked me. I groaned and panted under his force. “Yeah that pussy is dripping.” he moaned.“Harder, Mike. Fuck me.” I groaned as I rubbed my clit. He thrust harder. “Yeah, that's so good.” I groaned.“It's so hot when you tell me to fuck you.” he panted.I laughed and moaned cos I loved saying it. “Oh fuck me.” I groaned. He grunted as he pushed further inside me then stopped and leaned over, kissing my back. I glanced back at him.“I'm so close.” he panted. “But I want to hear you come.”“I'm nearly there, my clit is so sensitive.” I groaned. He began shorter thrusts. “Oh fuck that's so deep.” I groaned as I rubbed my clit harder. “Yeah fuck me, Mike.” He leaned back and grasped my hips and fucked me in good, hard thrusts as he groaned and grunted. All of it helped get me to the edge. I moaned and yelled desperately. “Fuck me, yeah fuck my pussy. I'm gonna come.” I lost all sense of myself. “I'm gonna come so hard, fuck me. Fuck me!” I yelled as I came hard, my body writhed and I made inhumane noises.“Oh fuck yeah come, come.” Mike fucked me hard and he made loud, gutteral moaning noises as our bodies slapped together. “Fuck, your pussie's tight. Fuck yeah.” he exclaimed as he felt me come. I had barely finished and the strong aftershocks raced through me when he thrust fast and hard into me. “Aww fuck I'm coming. Fuck yeah. Oh!” he moaned and grunted. He groaned loud, gutteral noises and thrust hard into me as he came. For a moment I wished he wasn't wearing a condom so I could feel the force of him coming inside me. We both collapsed down on the bed, panting and gasping. I felt him pull out and heard the snap of him pulling off the condom. “Where's the bin?” he asked, still catching his breath.“Bathroom.” I replied breathlessly, indicating where that was even though he knew cos his apartment had the same layout. He got up and went into the bathroom and I turned onto my back on the bed. I heard him opening and closing the pedal bin then washing his hands. As he walked from the bathroom back into my bedroom he picked up his clothes and started getting dressed. He stood at the foot of the bed, not really knowing where to look as he put on his jeans. I didn't know what to do or say either, I grasped at the duvet and pulled it over me.He scratched his head and avoided eye contact. “Eh, so I guess I'll let you know about the rugby at the weekend then?” he asked. I pursed my lips in an awkward smile, shrugged and agreed. He turned quickly and made his way out my open front door and through his own open front door into his apartment. “Oh fuck!” I heard him exclaim in a heavy sigh then he quickly returned to shut his door.I got up, put on my robe and lifted my trail of clothes off the floor as I went to close my front door. I was still high from the frantic fucking with my hot neighbour and I had at least another orgasm waiting. I washed my face with cold water, I frantically tidied my living room, I boiled the kettle and drank a cup of tea then I ran a bath hoping it would finally calm the restlessness left by the adrenaline rush but as I turned off the taps the front door knocked. I opened it to see Mike there, having composed himself. “I kinda want to apologise but not cos that was fucking awesome.” he raised his eyebrows and held out his hands in a shrug. I laughed, shrugged and nodded as I folded my arms and leaned against the door frame. “We don't know each other really but I hope you know I'm not a fuckboy and I know you're not in the habit of that sorta thing either so I wanted to check you're OK?” he asked.I smiled as the gentleman that Mike was, was checking I was alright after he'd fucked me so good. “You miss the company, right?” I asked. He shrugged and nodded, embarrassed. “No harm done. I didn't realise how much I needed it myself until it happened.” He looked relieved and surprised all at once. “Yeah, we're cool.” I said.“Cool. OK. Right.” he said then turned round to go back into his apartment. I stood where I was leaning on the door frame. He turned back quickly. “I will let you know about the rugby.” he nodded. I smiled and nodded as I looked at him then watched him go back into his apartment and shut the door.As I shut my front door and went to get into the bath, I giggled to myself thinking about what had happened. Wow.By Own2006 for Literotica.
Neighbours Mike and Sal hook up. By Own2006. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I remember the first day I met him. I was moving into my apartment and he was my only immediate neighbour. My mom had come along to help me with moving but she and I were struggling to figure out how to get the gas heating boiler working and the estate agent was no help at all. The main door slammed and footsteps came up the communal staircase. I rushed out hoping to find someone to ask for help only to see this broad-shouldered, dark-haired, bearded hunk of a man walking up the stairs. “Oh! Hello, Hi. Eh… do you live here?” I asked. “I'm moving in opposite…” I gestured toward my open front door. [[MORE]] He reached the top of the stairs and stood beside me, 6ft tall, wearing black Canterbury sweatpants and a hoodie and smelling amazing. “Yes, I do. Hi, new neighbour. I'm Mike.” he smiled and held out his hand to shake mine. “Sorry I'm a bit sweaty from rugby.” he gave an apologetic laugh. His hand was warm and enveloped mine and I tried not to make it obvious that I was immediately attracted to him. “Sal.” I offered. My mom appeared behind me. “This is my mom.” I introduced them. “She's helping me move in.” Mike shook her hand. “Nice to meet you both.” he smiled at us. He helped us with the boiler problems, showed us round the complex, explained the general housekeeping matters and gave us a tour of his own apartment. After that initial meeting our interactions were brief and related to goings-on in and around our apartment complex. He was 2 years younger than me, he worked long hours in the City and had a girlfriend he only saw at weekends. I worked a 9 -5 in a local medical centre and had been single for 2 years already. He was a very good neighbour, very chivalrous, a real gentleman, always looking out for me as a single woman living on my own. He put my bins out, took in parcels for me, and checked on me when my cooking set off the fire alarm. We rarely crossed paths but left messages on Post-It notes on each other's front doors when we needed to let the other know something important about the apartment complex. I felt lucky to have such a good neighbour and even let his habit of mansplaining slide. My heart beat wildly any time we talked and I felt my face flush. I knew he wasn't interested in me romantically but that didn't stop me fantasising about him. We'd been neighbours for nearly 3 years when we finally started to have longer conversations as we stood on our communal landing. I noticed he'd been around a lot more, he'd noticed I was working longer hours. We bonded over our work woes, financial situations and dislike of the neighbours downstairs. He disclosed that he'd quit his job and was starting his own business but his mom wasn't pleased. I disclosed I was being bullied by my boss and getting in to debt but I couldn't get another job. One sticky Summer evening we chatted for an hour and a half, our front doors propped open as we stood out in our communal hall. Both of us wearing the type of comfy, worn out clothes you only wear around your home and hope no one else will ever see you wearing. Somehow the conversation shifted and he revealed that, after 6 years together, he and his girlfriend had split up some months earlier, around the same time he'd quit his job. They had planned a holiday to Vegas but at the last minute she said she couldn't afford to pay the rest of the cost so he had paid for her. On the flight to Vegas she blurted out that she didn't feel the same about him anymore and wanted to break up. Being the gentleman that he was, he'd continued with the holiday and paid for all her food, drinks and excursions during their 6 days in Vegas. On their return home they parted ways. I was shocked and I couldn't hide my reaction. My face can't lie. He was now at the angry stage, he told me all the things he'd encouraged her to do with her studies and her job that she was now happily flaunting on Facebook, the plans they'd made together and what he'd worked for and hoped for their future together. I was stunned and sad for him and told him so. I didn't know what else to say, I didn't know the woman so I didn't want to start bashing her but what a way to break up with someone! I felt so bad for him, he was such a nice guy. I asked if I could give him a hug. Surprisingly he agreed and stepped towards me, scooping me up in arms. He wrapped his arms round my waist and squeezed me to him. I stood on my tiptoes and slid my arms round his neck, hugging him. He hugged me tightly and held me in his embrace for a long time. It was the most satisfying hug I'd had in a long time. “Sorry, I haven't had any human contact for so long!” he laughed awkwardly as he stood back. “Since I left my job and I'm on my own most of the time…” he gestured towards his apartment. “You know?” he asked, smiling at me. I nodded sympathetically. “I understand completely, don't worry.” I said. “We should spend more time together. The rugby's on this weekend, you should come over and we could watch it together.” I offered. He raised his eyebrows in thought. “Otherwise we'll both be sitting on our own across the hall from each other watching it.” I laughed. He didn't answer, he stood gazing at me and just as I started to feel self-conscious he kissed me. I was taken aback and let out a muffled gasp then kissed him back. We kissed frantically, passionately, his tongue devouring mine as his stubble rubbed on my face. His hands groped my body and I grasped his back. We breathed in short, heavy pants as we kissed. He stepped forward, pushing me against the wall, his hands groping my big, braless breasts over my oversized t-shirt and I felt his cock hardening in his jeans while he thrust against me. It was just like I'd fantasized. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to feel his cock inside me, I had this urge that I'd never acted on before but now he was offering it to me. My pussy clenched at the thought and I actually felt a trickle as the wetness dripped out into my pants. He stopped briefly and we looked intently at each other, breathing heavily. I moved over the threshold of my apartment and he stepped towards me, pulling his t-shirt off over his head and unbuttoning his jeans as he followed me into my bedroom. We kissed frantically as we undressed ourselves at breakneck speed and I remembered I wasn't groomed for the occasion. I told him so in between kisses and he said he didn't care. I threw myself back on my unmade bed and caught sight of him completely naked for the first time. I wasn't disappointed. He looked almost exactly as I had imagined all those times I'd made myself come thinking about him. His dark chest hair covered his toned chest and his snail trail led down over defined abs to his massive throbbing cock. It was so hard that it sat straight out from his body, his foreskin already slightly pulled back so the head was quite exposed, pre-cum dripping from it. He climbed on the bed and I grasped his thighs. He lay me back as we kissed and his fingers immediately went for my pussy. He groaned feeling how wet I was and slid 2 fingers inside me. We both gasped and groaned. I sat up, grasping his cock. His foreskin hardly moved as I stroked my hand up and down his cock then quickly slid the head into my mouth. He moaned and his breathing jerked. Seems he was a moaner and I instantly got wetter. “Yeah. Oh yeah.” he groaned as I sucked his cock. It was girthy and I had to be extra careful to avoid scraping him with my teeth. “You're so wet.” he groaned as he finger fucked me. The sound of it was loud and turned me on even more. I groaned with my mouth round his cock and he inhaled sharply. “Tell me what you want me to do to you!” he groaned. I took his cock out of my mouth and spat the excess saliva down his length, stroking it with my hand. “Fuck me, I want your cock inside me.” I moaned, the anticipation of it finally coming true was overwhelming and made me tremble. “Fuck! Look how wet you are!” He withdrew his fingers and held them up to show me them covered in my juices. He slid them back inside me and his eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned as he felt my wetness before he withdrew them again. “Taste yourself.” he groaned, thrusting his hand towards me, sliding his fingers into my mouth and holding my gaze while I licked my juices off his fingers. His face contorted and he sighed and groaned. I lay back and got a condom from the drawer, opened it and let him put it on. He kneeled between my legs and slid inside me with a groan. I gasped at his girth filling me. “Oh, your pussy's so tight.” he groaned. I agreed and moaned getting used to the feeling of his cock inside me. I lifted my legs up on to his chest and squeezed them together. “Holy good fuck, you're tight. FUCK, you feel good Sal.” Mike moaned as he thrust steadily into me. “Yeah, your cock is so full inside me. Fuck me, fuck me.” I moaned desperately, grasping his thighs. My breath and voice jerked at the force of him. I watched his face as he winced and frowned and moaned loudly as he fucked me. My bed squeaked and banged against the wall with the force. He stopped and pulled out and turned me over into doggy. He slid his cock right back inside and held my hips as he fucked me. I groaned and panted under his force. “Yeah that pussy is dripping.” he moaned. “Harder, Mike. Fuck me.” I groaned as I rubbed my clit. He thrust harder. “Yeah, that's so good.” I groaned. “It's so hot when you tell me to fuck you.” he panted. I laughed and moaned cos I loved saying it. “Oh fuck me.” I groaned. He grunted as he pushed further inside me then stopped and leaned over, kissing my back. I glanced back at him. “I'm so close.” he panted. “But I want to hear you come.” “I'm nearly there, my clit is so sensitive.” I groaned. He began shorter thrusts. “Oh fuck that's so deep.” I groaned as I rubbed my clit harder. “Yeah fuck me, Mike.” He leaned back and grasped my hips and fucked me in good, hard thrusts as he groaned and grunted. All of it helped get me to the edge. I moaned and yelled desperately. “Fuck me, yeah fuck my pussy. I'm gonna come.” I lost all sense of myself. “I'm gonna come so hard, fuck me. Fuck me!” I yelled as I came hard, my body writhed and I made inhumane noises. “Oh fuck yeah come, come.” Mike fucked me hard and he made loud, gutteral moaning noises as our bodies slapped together. “Fuck, your pussie's tight. Fuck yeah.” he exclaimed as he felt me come. I had barely finished and the strong aftershocks raced through me when he thrust fast and hard into me. “Aww fuck I'm coming. Fuck yeah. Oh!” he moaned and grunted. He groaned loud, gutteral noises and thrust hard into me as he came. For a moment I wished he wasn't wearing a condom so I could feel the force of him coming inside me. We both collapsed down on the bed, panting and gasping. I felt him pull out and heard the snap of him pulling off the condom. “Where's the bin?” he asked, still catching his breath. “Bathroom.” I replied breathlessly, indicating where that was even though he knew cos his apartment had the same layout. He got up and went into the bathroom and I turned onto my back on the bed. I heard him opening and closing the pedal bin then washing his hands. As he walked from the bathroom back into my bedroom he picked up his clothes and started getting dressed. He stood at the foot of the bed, not really knowing where to look as he put on his jeans. I didn't know what to do or say either, I grasped at the duvet and pulled it over me. He scratched his head and avoided eye contact. “Eh, so I guess I'll let you know about the rugby at the weekend then?” he asked. I pursed my lips in an awkward smile, shrugged and agreed. He turned quickly and made his way out my open front door and through his own open front door into his apartment. “Oh fuck!” I heard him exclaim in a heavy sigh then he quickly returned to shut his door. I got up, put on my robe and lifted my trail of clothes off the floor as I went to close my front door. I was still high from the frantic fucking with my hot neighbour and I had at least another orgasm waiting. I washed my face with cold water, I frantically tidied my living room, I boiled the kettle and drank a cup of tea then I ran a bath hoping it would finally calm the restlessness left by the adrenaline rush but as I turned off the taps the front door knocked. I opened it to see Mike there, having composed himself. “I kinda want to apologise but not cos that was fucking awesome.” he raised his eyebrows and held out his hands in a shrug. I laughed, shrugged and nodded as I folded my arms and leaned against the door frame. “We don't know each other really but I hope you know I'm not a fuckboy and I know you're not in the habit of that sorta thing either so I wanted to check you're OK?” he asked. I smiled as the gentleman that Mike was, was checking I was alright after he'd fucked me so good. “You miss the company, right?” I asked. He shrugged and nodded, embarrassed. “No harm done. I didn't realise how much I needed it myself until it happened.” He looked relieved and surprised all at once. “Yeah, we're cool.” I said. “Cool. OK. Right.” he said then turned round to go back into his apartment. I stood where I was leaning on the door frame. He turned back quickly. “I will let you know about the rugby.” he nodded. I smiled and nodded as I looked at him then watched him go back into his apartment and shut the door. As I shut my front door and went to get into the bath, I giggled to myself thinking about what had happened. Wow. By Own2006 for Literotica.
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Neighbours Mike and Sal hook up.By Own2006. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I remember the first day I met him. I was moving into my apartment and he was my only immediate neighbour. My mom had come along to help me with moving but she and I were struggling to figure out how to get the gas heating boiler working and the estate agent was no help at all. The main door slammed and footsteps came up the communal staircase. I rushed out hoping to find someone to ask for help only to see this broad-shouldered, dark-haired, bearded hunk of a man walking up the stairs.“Oh! Hello, Hi. Eh… do you live here?” I asked. “I'm moving in opposite…” I gestured toward my open front door.He reached the top of the stairs and stood beside me, 6ft tall, wearing black Canterbury sweatpants and a hoodie and smelling amazing. “Yes, I do. Hi, new neighbour. I'm Mike.” he smiled and held out his hand to shake mine. “Sorry I'm a bit sweaty from rugby.” he gave an apologetic laugh.His hand was warm and enveloped mine and I tried not to make it obvious that I was immediately attracted to him. “Sal.” I offered. My mom appeared behind me. “This is my mom.” I introduced them. “She's helping me move in.”Mike shook her hand. “Nice to meet you both.” he smiled at us. He helped us with the boiler problems, showed us round the complex, explained the general housekeeping matters and gave us a tour of his own apartment.After that initial meeting our interactions were brief and related to goings-on in and around our apartment complex. He was 2 years younger than me, he worked long hours in the City and had a girlfriend he only saw at weekends. I worked a 9 -5 in a local medical centre and had been single for 2 years already. He was a very good neighbour, very chivalrous, a real gentleman, always looking out for me as a single woman living on my own. He put my bins out, took in parcels for me, and checked on me when my cooking set off the fire alarm. We rarely crossed paths but left messages on Post-It notes on each other's front doors when we needed to let the other know something important about the apartment complex. I felt lucky to have such a good neighbour and even let his habit of mansplaining slide. My heart beat wildly any time we talked and I felt my face flush. I knew he wasn't interested in me romantically but that didn't stop me fantasising about him.We'd been neighbours for nearly 3 years when we finally started to have longer conversations as we stood on our communal landing. I noticed he'd been around a lot more, he'd noticed I was working longer hours. We bonded over our work woes, financial situations and dislike of the neighbours downstairs. He disclosed that he'd quit his job and was starting his own business but his mom wasn't pleased. I disclosed I was being bullied by my boss and getting in to debt but I couldn't get another job.One sticky Summer evening we chatted for an hour and a half, our front doors propped open as we stood out in our communal hall. Both of us wearing the type of comfy, worn out clothes you only wear around your home and hope no one else will ever see you wearing.Somehow the conversation shifted and he revealed that, after 6 years together, he and his girlfriend had split up some months earlier, around the same time he'd quit his job. They had planned a holiday to Vegas but at the last minute she said she couldn't afford to pay the rest of the cost so he had paid for her. On the flight to Vegas she blurted out that she didn't feel the same about him anymore and wanted to break up. Being the gentleman that he was, he'd continued with the holiday and paid for all her food, drinks and excursions during their 6 days in Vegas. On their return home they parted ways.I was shocked and I couldn't hide my reaction. My face can't lie. He was now at the angry stage, he told me all the things he'd encouraged her to do with her studies and her job that she was now happily flaunting on Facebook, the plans they'd made together and what he'd worked for and hoped for their future together. I was stunned and sad for him and told him so. I didn't know what else to say, I didn't know the woman so I didn't want to start bashing her but what a way to break up with someone! I felt so bad for him, he was such a nice guy.I asked if I could give him a hug. Surprisingly he agreed and stepped towards me, scooping me up in arms. He wrapped his arms round my waist and squeezed me to him. I stood on my tiptoes and slid my arms round his neck, hugging him. He hugged me tightly and held me in his embrace for a long time. It was the most satisfying hug I'd had in a long time.“Sorry, I haven't had any human contact for so long!” he laughed awkwardly as he stood back. “Since I left my job and I'm on my own most of the time…” he gestured towards his apartment. “You know?” he asked, smiling at me.I nodded sympathetically. “I understand completely, don't worry.” I said. “We should spend more time together. The rugby's on this weekend, you should come over and we could watch it together.” I offered. He raised his eyebrows in thought. “Otherwise we'll both be sitting on our own across the hall from each other watching it.” I laughed.He didn't answer, he stood gazing at me and just as I started to feel self-conscious he kissed me. I was taken aback and let out a muffled gasp then kissed him back. We kissed frantically, passionately, his tongue devouring mine as his stubble rubbed on my face. His hands groped my body and I grasped his back. We breathed in short, heavy pants as we kissed. He stepped forward, pushing me against the wall, his hands groping my big, braless breasts over my oversized t-shirt and I felt his cock hardening in his jeans while he thrust against me. It was just like I'd fantasized. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to feel his cock inside me, I had this urge that I'd never acted on before but now he was offering it to me. My pussy clenched at the thought and I actually felt a trickle as the wetness dripped out into my pants.He stopped briefly and we looked intently at each other, breathing heavily. I moved over the threshold of my apartment and he stepped towards me, pulling his t-shirt off over his head and unbuttoning his jeans as he followed me into my bedroom. We kissed frantically as we undressed ourselves at breakneck speed and I remembered I wasn't groomed for the occasion. I told him so in between kisses and he said he didn't care. I threw myself back on my unmade bed and caught sight of him completely naked for the first time. I wasn't disappointed. He looked almost exactly as I had imagined all those times I'd made myself come thinking about him.His dark chest hair covered his toned chest and his snail trail led down over defined abs to his massive throbbing cock. It was so hard that it sat straight out from his body, his foreskin already slightly pulled back so the head was quite exposed, pre-cum dripping from it. He climbed on the bed and I grasped his thighs. He lay me back as we kissed and his fingers immediately went for my pussy. He groaned feeling how wet I was and slid 2 fingers inside me. We both gasped and groaned. I sat up, grasping his cock. His foreskin hardly moved as I stroked my hand up and down his cock then quickly slid the head into my mouth. He moaned and his breathing jerked. Seems he was a moaner and I instantly got wetter.“Yeah. Oh yeah.” he groaned as I sucked his cock. It was girthy and I had to be extra careful to avoid scraping him with my teeth. “You're so wet.” he groaned as he finger fucked me. The sound of it was loud and turned me on even more. I groaned with my mouth round his cock and he inhaled sharply. “Tell me what you want me to do to you!” he groaned.I took his cock out of my mouth and spat the excess saliva down his length, stroking it with my hand. “Fuck me, I want your cock inside me.” I moaned, the anticipation of it finally coming true was overwhelming and made me tremble.“Fuck! Look how wet you are!” He withdrew his fingers and held them up to show me them covered in my juices. He slid them back inside me and his eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned as he felt my wetness before he withdrew them again. “Taste yourself.” he groaned, thrusting his hand towards me, sliding his fingers into my mouth and holding my gaze while I licked my juices off his fingers. His face contorted and he sighed and groaned. I lay back and got a condom from the drawer, opened it and let him put it on. He kneeled between my legs and slid inside me with a groan. I gasped at his girth filling me.“Oh, your pussy's so tight.” he groaned. I agreed and moaned getting used to the feeling of his cock inside me. I lifted my legs up on to his chest and squeezed them together. “Holy good fuck, you're tight. FUCK, you feel good Sal.” Mike moaned as he thrust steadily into me.“Yeah, your cock is so full inside me. Fuck me, fuck me.” I moaned desperately, grasping his thighs. My breath and voice jerked at the force of him. I watched his face as he winced and frowned and moaned loudly as he fucked me. My bed squeaked and banged against the wall with the force.He stopped and pulled out and turned me over into doggy. He slid his cock right back inside and held my hips as he fucked me. I groaned and panted under his force. “Yeah that pussy is dripping.” he moaned.“Harder, Mike. Fuck me.” I groaned as I rubbed my clit. He thrust harder. “Yeah, that's so good.” I groaned.“It's so hot when you tell me to fuck you.” he panted.I laughed and moaned cos I loved saying it. “Oh fuck me.” I groaned. He grunted as he pushed further inside me then stopped and leaned over, kissing my back. I glanced back at him.“I'm so close.” he panted. “But I want to hear you come.”“I'm nearly there, my clit is so sensitive.” I groaned. He began shorter thrusts. “Oh fuck that's so deep.” I groaned as I rubbed my clit harder. “Yeah fuck me, Mike.” He leaned back and grasped my hips and fucked me in good, hard thrusts as he groaned and grunted. All of it helped get me to the edge. I moaned and yelled desperately. “Fuck me, yeah fuck my pussy. I'm gonna come.” I lost all sense of myself. “I'm gonna come so hard, fuck me. Fuck me!” I yelled as I came hard, my body writhed and I made inhumane noises.“Oh fuck yeah come, come.” Mike fucked me hard and he made loud, gutteral moaning noises as our bodies slapped together. “Fuck, your pussie's tight. Fuck yeah.” he exclaimed as he felt me come. I had barely finished and the strong aftershocks raced through me when he thrust fast and hard into me. “Aww fuck I'm coming. Fuck yeah. Oh!” he moaned and grunted. He groaned loud, gutteral noises and thrust hard into me as he came. For a moment I wished he wasn't wearing a condom so I could feel the force of him coming inside me. We both collapsed down on the bed, panting and gasping. I felt him pull out and heard the snap of him pulling off the condom. “Where's the bin?” he asked, still catching his breath.“Bathroom.” I replied breathlessly, indicating where that was even though he knew cos his apartment had the same layout. He got up and went into the bathroom and I turned onto my back on the bed. I heard him opening and closing the pedal bin then washing his hands. As he walked from the bathroom back into my bedroom he picked up his clothes and started getting dressed. He stood at the foot of the bed, not really knowing where to look as he put on his jeans. I didn't know what to do or say either, I grasped at the duvet and pulled it over me.He scratched his head and avoided eye contact. “Eh, so I guess I'll let you know about the rugby at the weekend then?” he asked. I pursed my lips in an awkward smile, shrugged and agreed. He turned quickly and made his way out my open front door and through his own open front door into his apartment. “Oh fuck!” I heard him exclaim in a heavy sigh then he quickly returned to shut his door.I got up, put on my robe and lifted my trail of clothes off the floor as I went to close my front door. I was still high from the frantic fucking with my hot neighbour and I had at least another orgasm waiting. I washed my face with cold water, I frantically tidied my living room, I boiled the kettle and drank a cup of tea then I ran a bath hoping it would finally calm the restlessness left by the adrenaline rush but as I turned off the taps the front door knocked. I opened it to see Mike there, having composed himself. “I kinda want to apologise but not cos that was fucking awesome.” he raised his eyebrows and held out his hands in a shrug. I laughed, shrugged and nodded as I folded my arms and leaned against the door frame. “We don't know each other really but I hope you know I'm not a fuckboy and I know you're not in the habit of that sorta thing either so I wanted to check you're OK?” he asked.I smiled as the gentleman that Mike was, was checking I was alright after he'd fucked me so good. “You miss the company, right?” I asked. He shrugged and nodded, embarrassed. “No harm done. I didn't realise how much I needed it myself until it happened.” He looked relieved and surprised all at once. “Yeah, we're cool.” I said.“Cool. OK. Right.” he said then turned round to go back into his apartment. I stood where I was leaning on the door frame. He turned back quickly. “I will let you know about the rugby.” he nodded. I smiled and nodded as I looked at him then watched him go back into his apartment and shut the door.As I shut my front door and went to get into the bath, I giggled to myself thinking about what had happened. Wow.By Own2006 for Literotica.
One listener has found out about her neighbour's second life dressing up as a woman and being intimate with other men online, and has reached out to Brenda and Julie for advice on telling his wife. As usual Brenda tries to balance her belief that the messenger always gets shot with her need to speak out when there's something on her mind. They also hear from a girl, who has recently noticed a whiff off her boyfriend of two years and is struggling to get him to understand that her subtle hints about body odour are more than jokes. Julie and Brenda get the ick from the email, but do their best to offer her some solutions. Send your dilemmas to LOR@GoLoudNow.com!
Two residents of 12Neighbours in Fredericton, NB -- Katrina Lunn and Mayor Al Smith -- speak with us about the opening of a new café called Neighbourly Coffee, located inside Picaroons Roundhouse. And on the phone-in: Pharmacist Graham MacKenzie answers your questions about medications.
Nat wonders how much you can ask of your neighbours; Playwright Ash Flanders talks about his new approach to naturalistic drama with his new play This is Living; Justin ‘Digga' Calverly encourages us to bring back the Cymbidium Orchids; Nat summaries her birthday weekend; Actress and artistic director Rachael Maza discuss the music celebration One Song: The Music of Archie Roach; Bugman Simon Hinkley chats about a lesser known insect; and comedian Prue Blake talks about buses and her dad's retirement. With presenters Simon Winkler, Daniel Burt & Nat Harris. Website: https://www.rrr.org.au/explore/programs/breakfasters/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Breakfasters3RRRFM/Twitter: https://twitter.com/breakfasters
Maintaining a huge insights repository can be overwhelming. It's even more difficult to extract the right insights from research findings. Atomic research is an approach developed concurrently by Tomer Sharon and Daniel Pidcock to manage and break down research knowledge to their smallest modular form. This week on Awkward Silences, Daniel Pidcock, the co-creator of atomic UX research and founder of Glean.ly, joins Erin and JH to explain this new approach to research knowledge management. Additionally, Daniel shares success stories of companies that have used Glean.ly to integrate data from disparate sources and glean meaningful insights. In this episode, we discuss: What is atomic UX research? The pillars of atomic research How atomic research can improve your research strategy How does Glean.ly power atomic research? Highlights: [01:38.75] What is atomic research? What is Glean.ly? [08:24.98] Daniel discusses why atomic research works, including how it helps organizations solve crime cases [11:14.58] How Glean.ly enabled Just Eat to grow and expand [14:06.67] One big benefit of atomic research powered by Glean.ly [23:59.45] Applications for atomic research and research strategy tips [38:27.70] The atomic research origin story Sources mentioned in the episode: http://userinterviews.com/awkward https://www.linkedin.com/in/pidcock Glean.ly https://www.dropbox.com/s/z5zaxi088jsllju/Gleanly%20-%20Atomic%20research%20cheat%20sheet.pdf?dl=0 About Our Guest Daniel Pidcock is the co-creator of atomic UX research and founder at Glean.ly, a UX research repository platform used by some of the world's largest brands. He has spoken about atomic research at several events, including the UX Brighton Conference and Atomic UX Research for agencies. Before founding Glean.ly, Daniel worked as a UX consultant at Neighbourly, JUST EAT, and ie Marketing Communications. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/awkwardsilences/message
Interview with Thomas Lamb, CEO of Myriad Uranium (CSE: M)Myriad Uranium Corp. is a Canadian mineral exploration company with a 100% option interest in over 1,800 km2 of uranium exploration licences in the Tim Mersoı̈ Basin, Niger. Myriad also has a 50% interest in the Millen Mountain Property located in Nova Scotia, Canada, with the other 50% held by Probe Metals Inc.
Struggling to fall asleep? Quiet your mind with the continuation of Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. Published first in 1868, it follows the lives of four sisters - Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy. In this episode, Jo visits Laurie and meets his grandfather.Looking for a last minute Christmas gift? Gift a year of Just Sleep Premium to a loved one and receive a year of Just Sleep Premium for yourself for free!Visit https://justsleeppodcast.com/support and select "Gift a Subscription".If you'd like to support the podcast, you can buy me a coffee here ------> buymeacoffee.com/justsleeppod Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Do you know your neighbours' names? What about the people in your street? Neighbourly connections create resilience and kindness locally - the best way to start could be to invite your neighbours to a street party. In this episode, Jen and Alice dare you to do it.
Jusqu'a la baguette blue croustillante, Neighbourly Opera, Puffer Jacket and re-cycled Spaghetti, My rambunctious washing machine is a thrusting young buck!
This week, a listener concerned about a friend's behaviour; and young listener going through some big changes...Transcript available at www.monstrousagonies.co.uk/post/episode-seventy-threeThis episode's first letter was submitted by Taze, and the second was submitted by Matty OK Smith, the creator of Neighbourly. Find out more at neighbourlypod.carrd.co, on Twitter @neighbourlypod and on Tumblr @neighbourlypod. This week's advert came from Bug. Submissions are now closed.If you'd like to support the show, you can pledge as little as £1 a month at patreon.com/monstrousagonies, or make a one-off donation at ko-fi.com/hrowen. You can also help us grow our audience by sharing with your friends and familiars, and following us on Tumblr, @MonstrousAgonies and on Twitter @Monstrous_Pod.----Written and performed by H.R. Owen.Theme tune: Dakota by Unheard Music Concepts. Check out their music at www.unheardmusicconcepts.comAdditional sound by H.R. Owen Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
"This is Matthew OK Smith, Showrunner for Neighbourly, which is about a row of houses called Little Street, and the secrets that lie behind each door. Our show asks: how well do you really know your neighbours? What you are about to hear is House Number Twenty One: The Wilbur Room. Please be aware that this episode contains a disappearance, extortion, and infant crying. Please enjoy, and thank you for listening. Come back soon!” Transcript can be found at: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_ght7qZnoIvE6U0NQd4bKcHRWUHHbvUr/view?usp=sharing https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Twitter: @neighbourlypod
A little while ago, Alex Schwartz, AL Withington, Emily Larus and JR Steele sat down with the folks at Strong Branch Productions to play a game of One Last Job by Grant Howitt. This is part one of their game. Check out Strong Branching Out for part 2!
Sometimes adrenaline saves you. Sometimes... CW: Swearing, arguing, violence, death You can support today's writer by tipping him on Ko-fi, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Agatha is voiced by Jess Shiels. Written by Matthew OK Smith. Dialogue editing by Kit Robson. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information and transcripts, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
These childish rituals. CW: Swearing, implied child death, false accusations, gay divorce You can support today's writer by tipping him on Ko-fi, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Wilbur is voiced by Andrew Mercator. Written by Matthew OK Smith. Dialogue editing by Zoey Davis. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information and transcripts, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
Beautiful. CW: Alcohol/intoxication, autophilia, strangling/choking. You can support today's writer by by tipping A.L. or Emily on their respective Ko-fis, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by Emily Larus and A. L. Withington. Dialogue editing by Kit Robson. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information and transcripts, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
Don't turn on the TV. CW: Death, mentioned gunshot wound, unreality, body horror You can support today's writer by following them on Twitter, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by Paris B. Dialogue editing by Zoey Davis. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt.. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information and transcripts, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
A warning on an excess of duty. CW: Body horror, mutilation as a means of control, blood You can support today's writer by tipping on Ko-Fi, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by A. L. Withington. Dialogue editing by Zoey Davis. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information and transcripts, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
Run rabbit run, don't be afraid. CW: spiders, death, murder, violence, unreality, body horror, stabbing You can support today's writer by tipping them on Ko-fi or checking out their Redbubble, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by Gerard Wayha Hassan. Dialogue editing by Kit Robson. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information and transcripts, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
I heard you loved me. CW: implied homophobia, internalised homophobia, grief You can support today's writer by tipping them on Ko-fi or checking out their Redbubble, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by Gerard Wayha Hassan. Dialogue editing by Kit Robson. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt.. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information and transcripts, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
Worn like a mask. CW: Violence, corpses, gore sfx, scream sfx You can support today's writer by checking out his carrd which includes links to his Etsy and Ko-fi, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by Andrew Mercator. Dialogue editing by Kit Robson. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information and transcripts, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
I look into the eyes of eternity. CW: House 17-typical grossness, body horror, blood, vomiting, mentions of christianity and christian images, existential dread You can support today's writer by tipping them here https://ko-fi.com/captainsaph, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by Emily Larus. Dialogue editing by Kit Robson. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt.. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information and transcripts, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
At the end of a week of record temperatures, David Maxwell chats to Ann Fitzsimmons about making our gardens more resilient. David also visits the Ravine project at Knockbracken Healthcare Park which gives horticultural opportunities to young adults facing mental health difficulties. In Killinchy, Lesley Simpson and Moira Concannon have been gardening together as neighbours for decades – so just what makes this perfect partnership work? And in Stoneyford, David meets Joy Gordon who has transformed her outside space into a place to remember her husband who was tragically killed in a car accident 2 years ago.
We all want to be famous. CW: suffocation, death, emotional manipulation, self harm, being buried alive. You can support today's writer by following him on twitter, @rhysgeistman or @spacemanrhys, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by Rhys Geistman. Dialogue editing by Kit Robson. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information and transcripts, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
Don't make a scene. CW: Violence, claustrophobia, cannibalism, gore sfx, swearing. You can support today's writer by tipping him here https://ko-fi.com/mattyok, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by Matthew OK Smith. Dialogue editing by Kit Robson. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt. Transcripts can be found here https://neighbourlypod.tumblr.com/transcripts. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) with special thanks to Amy Dickenson of DoItOurselves on Twitch For more information, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
Deep breath. CW: drowning, corpse, dead child, hydrophobia, betrayal of trust You can support today's writer by tipping him here https://ko-fi.com/mattyok, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by Matthew OK Smith. Dialogue editing by Kit Robson. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt. Transcripts can be found here https://neighbourlypod.tumblr.com/transcripts. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
Investigate the root cause. CW: animal death, character death, autonomy override, manipulation, fungus, fire. You can support today's writer by tipping or commissioning them here https://ko-fi.com/reefsharkvist/, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by Alex Schwartz. Dialogue editing by Kit Robson. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt. Transcripts can be found here https://neighbourlypod.tumblr.com/transcripts. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
Two households, both alike in dignity... CW: physical comedy You can support today's writers by tipping them here https://ko-fi.com/captainsaph and here https://ko-fi.com/penofsteele, and you can support the podcast generally and get access to benefits including bonus content and episodes released a day earlier on our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/neighbourlypod The Narrator is voiced by Matthew OK Smith. Written by Emily Larus and J.R. Steele. Dialogue editing by Kit Robson. Sound design by Matthew OK Smith. Music by Alex Schwartz. Art by CloudyAppleArt. Transcripts can be found here https://neighbourlypod.tumblr.com/transcripts. Sound effects courtesy of the Creative Commons 0 library on freesound.org (and Matthew O.K. Smith getting creative) For more information, visit https://neighbourlypod.carrd.co/ Neighbourly is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 4.0 International Licence.
This week on Soul Sisters, we check in with Claire and her neighbours. We also speak about how we can create and sustain healthy habits, how Claire sleeps deep and why it's finally time for a pizza ban. This season of Soul Sisters is brought to you with thanks to Colgate, available in supermarkets and pharmacies nationwide.
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