Podcasts about norweger

Der erste Teil ist geschafft - nach dem guten 3:1-Heimsieg gegen den norwegischen Außenseiter Bodø/Glimt steht Tottenham eigentlich mit einem Bein im Europa-Cup-Finale. Eigentlich, denn nicht nur hat das späte Gegentor zu vermeidbarer Spannung geführt, auch macht die Heimstärke der Norweger in hohen nordischen Gefilden nervös. Janis, Felix und Max sprechen in der heutigen 143. Folge von "An der Lane" auf jeden Fall über diese Partie und ihre Erwartungen für das kommende Match. Außerdem geht es um die Rückkehr Fabio Paraticis und die Vertragsverlängerung Lucas Bergvalls. Wir freuen uns wie immer über jedes Feedback! Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen? Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich. Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.Gern unterstützen wir dich bei deiner Podcast-Produktion.

Der erste Teil ist geschafft - nach dem guten 3:1-Heimsieg gegen den norwegischen Außenseiter Bodø/Glimt steht Tottenham eigentlich mit einem Bein im Europa-Cup-Finale. Eigentlich, denn nicht nur hat das späte Gegentor zu vermeidbarer Spannung geführt, auch macht die Heimstärke der Norweger in hohen nordischen Gefilden nervös. Janis, Felix und Max sprechen in der heutigen 143. Folge von "An der Lane" auf jeden Fall über diese Partie und ihre Erwartungen für das kommende Match. Außerdem geht es um die Rückkehr Fabio Paraticis und die Vertragsverlängerung Lucas Bergvalls. Wir freuen uns wie immer über jedes Feedback!

Der erste Teil ist geschafft - nach dem guten 3:1-Heimsieg gegen den norwegischen Außenseiter Bodø/Glimt steht Tottenham eigentlich mit einem Bein im Europa-Cup-Finale. Eigentlich, denn nicht nur hat das späte Gegentor zu vermeidbarer Spannung geführt, auch macht die Heimstärke der Norweger in hohen nordischen Gefilden nervös. Janis, Felix und Max sprechen in der heutigen 143. Folge von "An der Lane" auf jeden Fall über diese Partie und ihre Erwartungen für das kommende Match. Außerdem geht es um die Rückkehr Fabio Paraticis und die Vertragsverlängerung Lucas Bergvalls. Wir freuen uns wie immer über jedes Feedback! Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen? Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich. Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.Gern unterstützen wir dich bei deiner Podcast-Produktion.

Ohne Patrick Lange, aber mit eine ganzen Reihe von Topstars startet am Samstag der Ironman Texas. Wird Taylor Knibb Dinge tun, die Taylor Knibb in einem Rennen tut? Und behalten die Norweger die Nerven in den Stunden der Wahrheit? Nils Flieshardt und Frank Wechsel blicken voraus.

Die norwegischen Elite-Läufer:innen sind unfassbar erfolgreich. Kein Wunder also, dass die Norwegische Trainingsmethode noch immer in aller Munde ist: Zwei intensive Einheiten am Tag, klare Struktur, wissenschaftlich fundiertes Training. Aber ist das auch ein Modell für Hobbyläufer:innen? Gemeinsam mit Trainer Kurt König werfen wir in dieser Folge einen kritischen Blick auf die Prinzipien der norwegischen Trainingsphilosophie. Wir analysieren, was hinter Begriffen wie Double Threshold steckt, welche Besonderheiten es bei der Verpflegung gibt – und was davon im Alltag wirklich umsetzbar ist.(00:01:32) - Intro Ende(00:04:08) - Woher kommt die norwegische Methode & was ist das?(00:12:47) - Wie ist die norwegische Trainingsmethode aufgebaut?(00:16:23) - Was macht die Norweger:innen so erfolgreich?(00:18:57) - Was sagt die Studienlage zur norwegischen Methode?(00:23:07) - Wie sieht eine typische Woche mit der norwegischen Trainingsmethode aus?(00:28:58) - Double Threshold Training: Was bringt das?(00:32:03) - Belastungsverhältnis 4:1 statt 2:1: Wieso trainieren die Norweger:innen so?(00:35:01) - High Volume vs. „normale“ lange Einheiten(00:40:57) - Wie wichtig ist es, ergänzend Krafttraining zu machen?(00:44:53) - Gibt es einen „norwegischen Ernährungsansatz“?(00:48:34) - Der Effekt von Biacarbonaten(00:52:20) - Wie können wir die Kohlenhydratzufuhr für den Wettkampf trainieren?(00:56:59) - Für wen eignet sich die Methode?(00:58:33) - Welche Parameter sind relevant für die Messung?(00:59:35) - Vor- und Nachteile der norwegischen Methode(01:02:12) - Was können wir daraus lernen?Hier findet ihr Kurt auf Facebook.Hier findet ihr Kurts Instagram-Account.Foto: Kurt KönigMusik: The Artisian Beat - Man of the CenturyHier erfahrt ihr mehr über den Sponsor dieser Folge: SCARPA.Mit dem Code "Trailrun25" sicherst du dir 20 % Rabatt auf alle Trail-Modelle.Frühlings-Aktion bei SHOKZ: Jetzt bis zu 22 % sparen!--> 10 EUR Rabatt mit unserem Code "ACHILLES10"#Hier findet ihr alle aktuellen Gewinnspiele & Rabatt-Aktionen! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Gestern Abend wurde die Leipziger Buchmesse eröffnet. Heute ist der erste Publikumstag. Das Gastland ist in diesem Jahr Norwegen. Norweger lesen nicht nur viel – das Land hat mit seinen 5,5 Millionen Einwohnern eine überdurchschnittlich hohe Dichte an interessanten Schriftstellerinnen und Schriftstellern hervorgebracht. Nun reisen fast 50 von ihnen nach Leipzig und präsentieren ihre Bücher. Einer von ihnen ist Johan Harstad, einer der profiliertesten Autoren der skandinavischen Literatur, geboren 1979 in Stavanger. Sein Roman "Max, Mischa und die Tet-Offensive" sorgte seit seinem Erscheinen 2015 international für Furore, auch bei uns wurde er gefeiert. Jetzt ist sein neuer Roman auf Deutsch erschienen: "Unter dem Pflaster liegt der Strand". Unsere Kritikerin Corinne Orlowski hat ihn gelesen.

Der Winter neigt sich dem Ende zu, die letzten Entscheidungen werden ausgefahren, gerade bei den Alpinen ging es noch einmal hoch her. In der aktuellen Folge des Wintersport-Podcasts ist passend dazu Felix Neureuther zu Gast. Der ehemalige Spitzenathlet spricht über seine Erfahrungen als TV-Experte, die Herausforderungen im neuen Job und eine besondere Panne, bei der er plötzlich improvisieren musste. Ein weiteres Thema sind die Comebacks von Lindsey Vonn und Marcel Hirscher – was bedeuten sie und ihre Präsenz für den Skisport? Neureuther gibt außerdem spannende Einblicke in seine eigene Karriere, seine ungebrochene Leidenschaft für das Skifahren und die Umstellung vom Profisportler zum Experten. Natürlich geht es auch um die aktuelle Saison: Neureuther analysiert die Leistungen der deutschen Skifahrerinnen und Skifahrer, hebt Talente hervor und lässt unter anderem die starke Saison von Emma Aicher Revue passieren. Zudem erklärt er, warum die Norweger und Schweizer im Wintersport führend sind und was Deutschland von deren Strukturen lernen kann. Ein ausführliches Gespräch über Skifahren, Talentförderung und die Bedeutung von Sport und Bewegung für Heranwachsende – jetzt reinhören! Alles zum Wintersport-Podcast bei der Sportschau findet ihr hier: https://www.sportschau.de/podcasts/wintersport-podcast Wintersport-Videos gefällig? Hier findet ihr, was ihr sucht: https://www.ardmediathek.de/sport-wintersport Hier geht's zu Pizza & Pommes, dem Podcast mit Felix Neureuther und Philipp Nagel: https://www.ardaudiothek.de/sendung/pizza-und-pommes-mit-felix-neureuther-und-philipp-nagel/12477317/

Einige BVB-Profis können gerade bei ihren Nationalmannschaften auf andere Gedanken kommen und überzeugen weitestgehend. Julian Ryerson hat zum Beispiel für die Norweger getroffen - genauso wie Duranville und Wätjen. Beier ist gleichzeitig in Dortmund geblieben und wird wohl auch nicht zur U21-EM fahren.

Ein Norweger hat gemeinsam mit dem Datenschutzverein NOYB Beschwerde gegen OpenAI eingereicht. Dessen Chatbot ChatGPT hatte ihn fälschlicherweise des Mordes an seinen Kindern beschuldigt. OpenAI drohen Hunderte Millionen Dollar Strafe. Solche Fehlinfos sind kein Einzelfall.**********Ihr könnt uns auch auf diesen Kanälen folgen: TikTok und Instagram .

Diese Folge handelt von der Fotodokumentation in der MKG, Ellen wird der Norweger auf dem Golfplatz vorgestellt, wir reden über das Protokoll der Abläufe, wir huldigen den Mitarbeiterinnen und Chefinnen in der dentalen Welt und verabschieden Ellen auch schon wieder.Anschhließend geht es Vegetarismus, den Fleischverbrauch des Prototyp-Polen Tomek, über Tönnies, die Maximierung der Lebenserwartung, Biofleisch, Ernährung allgemein und dann gibt es da noch das Thema Vitamine...Neugierig geworden? Dann hört rein in #ersthosedannsocken - die #Weltrekordfolgen Wenn du diesen Podcast unterstützen möchtest, dann erzähle deinen Freunden, Kolleginnen und Kollegen von ihm und bewerte ihn beim Podcastdienstleister deiner Wahl!Ihr findet unsere Sponsoren unter:DZRDie PraxisentwicklerIhr findet uns online unter:Doc.Blattner:InstagramThreadsDoc.Tandon:InstagramThreadsYoutubeWebsiteChristian Both:InstagramThreadsMarius:InstagramFundamental:InstagramThreadsYouTubeWebsite

Der Skandal um das norwegische Skisprungteam weitet sich aus, die FIS reagiert hart, die #skijumpingfamily ist erschüttert. Alle aktuellen Informationen erfahrt ihr in dieser Folge. Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen? Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich. Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.Gern unterstützen wir dich bei deiner Podcast-Produktion.

Der Skandal um das norwegische Skisprungteam weitet sich aus, die FIS reagiert hart, die #skijumpingfamily ist erschüttert. Alle aktuellen Informationen erfahrt ihr in dieser Folge. Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen? Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich. Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.Gern unterstützen wir dich bei deiner Podcast-Produktion.

Der Skandal um das norwegische Skisprungteam weitet sich aus, die FIS reagiert hart, die #skijumpingfamily ist erschüttert. Alle aktuellen Informationen erfahrt ihr in dieser Folge. Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen? Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich. Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.Gern unterstützen wir dich bei deiner Podcast-Produktion.

Norwegen ist laut einem aktuellen Economist-Ranking das reichste Land der Welt – aber was bedeutet das eigentlich im Alltag? Spüren wir diesen Reichtum in der Mentalität, in der Erziehung oder im Arbeitsleben?In dieser Folge sprechen wir über die wirtschaftlichen und gesellschaftlichen Auswirkungen des enormen Wohlstands. Dabei nehmen wir das Buch „Landet som ble for rikt“ von Martin Bech Holte unter die Lupe. Holte argumentiert, dass der Ölreichtum Norwegen in eine Falle der Bequemlichkeit geführt hat – mit steigenden Staatsausgaben, wachsender Passivität und einer Politik, die kurzfristig denkt.Doch sehen wir das auch so? Sind Norweger wirklich optimistischer, sorgloser – oder vielleicht naiver? Und wie unterscheidet sich das von Deutschland, wo oft geklagt und abgesichert wird? Wir teilen persönliche Beobachtungen, diskutieren kulturelle Unterschiede und fragen uns: Macht zu viel Sicherheit eine Gesellschaft weniger widerstandsfähig?Diese Folge gibt es auch als Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkhMR5DnZWs&feature=youtu.beFolgt uns auf Instagram unter nestennorwegischWir freuen uns über Feedback oder Buchungen an: nestennorwegischpodcast@gmail.comDie Musik stammt von Uppbeat (free for Creators!):https://uppbeat.io/t/soundroll/when-my-ukulele-play Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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He agrees to be her ‘focus group' for demoing toys in the adult toy store. (fetish) By Norweger.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. ‘Can I help you?' I glanced aside from the colourful products on display right in front of me, blushing mildly. The shopkeeper had done the rounds, and I, being lost in thought in front of the ‘Toys; male, solo' shelf hadn't noticed her approaching. Well, I could hardly deny I was thinking of buying a Fleshlight, as I held one; well, a securely wrapped one, luckily; in my hands as I met her friendly gaze. ‘I, ah…' Fuck. Going to an adult toy shop shouldn't be embarrassing, should it? My cheeks and earlobes grew pretty pink. ‘Well, I'm just browsing, to be honest, I…'She nodded. 'Those are real good, by the way.' She giggled. ‘Well, good quality. Easy to keep clean. Rugged. For obvious reasons, I haven't taken one for a test drive myself.' I chuckled, feeling my awkwardness recede a bit. That's one way of putting it. ‘For obvious reasons…' I thought before answering ‘Well, I could hardly expect you to have, could I? That being said, shops like this are quite particular, no? Normally, asking the shopkeeper for recommendations and whether she'd used the product herself would be reasonable, but here, I guess it would get me me-too'd right away? How do you actually reply if someone holds up something and asks, well, is this one any good?' I smiled weakly while feeling my cheeks getting rosier again, hoping I hadn't overstepped any bounds. I got a chuckle for my trouble. ‘Well, please try to keep the exciting images out of your mind, but to tell you the truth, we do test quite a lot of the stuff we sell.' She blushed a little, herself. ‘Well, we must buy them, of course, though at a steep discount.' She turned her gaze down as the sentence trailed off, giving me a chance to look her over without being too obvious about it as the images she'd been warning me about started to manifest themselves to my inner eye. I guessed she could be in her early thirties, a few years younger than me. Quite cute, slender, narrow hips, a loose-fitting, turquoise sweater doing its best to hide her ample bosom… I'd already undressed her in my mind, trying to imagine her testing the huge dildos in the glass display cabinet right behind her. Oh no, I hadn't been blushing earlier. Now; NOW I was blushing. She lifted her gaze again and giggled. ‘Let me guess. Exciting images?' I could hardly deny it, and she could hardly take affront, either. I turned my own gaze down, intensely studying my rather rumpled leather boots. There was no way in hell I'd be able to meet her stare while saying it. ‘Oh, guilty as charged.' I made a helpless gesture with my arm towards the toys on display ‘I imagined both this and that, I'll admit.' ‘Well, there's a reason we don't have fitting rooms, you know!' Her giggle turned to a quick laugh which she stifled as quickly. I felt my mood rise just by hearing it; it had a chirping quality, sounded almost like a bird's cry. In improving spirits; and, frankly, quite turned on; this young, cute woman had more or less told me that she test ran a lot of the toys in the store. Now my eyes wandered around the room, desperate not to meet her stare, while every time I saw something titillating I imagined her using it on herself. Not that there was anything extraordinary about a woman in her thirties enjoying herself, but the mere thought, as she was standing two feet away from me… Fuck. I was rock hard. I hoped it wasn't too obvious. Here goes nothing. Had I first said A, I might as well say B, too. I felt a bit braver, thinking we could spin a bit on this, while still keeping it innocent. She looked amused, too. ‘That's kind of unfair, though, isn't it? Any woman walking into this store can get, ah, expert advice, whereas I, as a man, will have to take your word for it ‘Oh, this one is good; I haven't tried it, but it is good, believe me!' She laughed. Loud. ‘I swear to all that's holy, had we ever had a male shop assistant here, he'd be loaded down with all the male solo toys we could muster and be told to test the hell out of them; and take notes while he was at it!' She turned serious. ‘Wouldn't do you much good, though; I'd be most surprised if there's even a single man in town who'd casually ask another if that sex toy of his was any good or not.' I'd have to give her that. Chitchatting about sex did come a lot easier when I did it with a woman. ‘Just that. There's a reason we're all women working here,' she smiled. ‘Women sell better to both men and women than, say, a fifty-something, balding, pudgy male in a soiled T-shirt and sweat pants.' She chuckled. ‘Beg your pardon for letting my prejudices shine through, by the way.' I laughed out loud again, realizing I was getting close to asking her what she did once she'd closed shop; she had, in a few minutes since I'd become aware she even existed, shown herself to be one of those all too rare people who could get me in a good mood simply by being there; and that she could quip about sex and seemingly be at ease was an added bonus. Plus, of course, she was incredibly cute. I caught the warm, brown eyes peering out under her unruly mop of reddish hair, trying to come up with a suitable response before the silence became awkward or she trotted on through the shop, ending our moment. She glanced down at her watch, and my heart sank like a stone; opportunity wasted, I thought; until I heard what she had to say. ‘Look… Now I want you to be real careful; not getting the wrong idea as to what I am suggesting, okay? You are not going to have sex with me, capisce?' Well, she had my full and undivided attention, even if I wouldn't get to sleep with her. I nodded, firmly. No fucking her. OK. ‘I'm about to close shop, now. If you, ahem, would like to test the fleshlight before you buy it, you can do so, okay? But, you're going to have to buy it afterwards, obviously. The lube is on the house.' I gawked at her. Wow. I nodded, numbly. This couldn't be, could it? But I wouldn't want to miss this for the world. I nodded again, vigorously. She smiled a quick smile, then went to the entrance to lock the doors, glancing over her shoulder at me as she did so, throwing me another smile. Returning, she grabbed a bottle of lube from a shelf, and motioned for me to follow her as she walked past. As if I needed any prodding. ‘It'd probably be best to use our office, rather than have you go at it here under the bright lights,' she suggested softly. I just shrugged. I'd follow her anywhere. My cock was rather a simpleton. As we exited a door with a 'staff only' sign at the back of the shop, we entered the kind of storeroom you'll find somewhere in any shop in the world; shelves stocked with all kinds of goods, except… Well, these goods were very much adult toys. Darting past a crate packed to the gunwales with inflatable dolls; inflated!, she giggled ‘Meet last year's Christmas decorations; we couldn't sell them, but neither could we bring ourselves to throw them away…' I shook my head, dumbfounded. She nodded towards a green door near the corner of the storeroom ‘That's where you'll get to find out if the fleshlight is any good…' She opened the door, hinges groaning. ‘I've been meaning to grease those for ages, wonder if I can use this lube?' she mused as we entered a small-ish, run-down office. Lots of papers were covering just about any horizontal surface; a desk with a computer and a phone on it and a small coffee table in front of a battered old sofa tucked into a corner; piles of merchandise along the far wall. Nodding towards the sofa, she suggested I take a seat before seating herself on the office chair by the desk. ‘I hope you don't mind me watching. After all, I have a certain, um, professional interest in seeing how you get along with it, you know.', throwing me another smile; a warm, seemingly genuine one. She didn't appear to be wholly untouched, herself. I fumbled with the packaging. What sadist had invented welded plastic? Probably a good thing when it came to protecting sex toys on display, but when you were about to unwrap it to try it out? Not so much. My audience reached for a pair of scissors and motioned for me to lob her the fleshlight. ‘You get out of your jeans, I'll get this out, OK?' she suggested. I nodded, still not trusting my voice to bear. I hardly needed any more encouragement. I tugged at my belt, seconds later dropping my jeans to the floor, stepping out of them. My briefs were unceremoniously shoved down my thighs, and as I rose again, my almost painfully erect cock pointed arrogantly at the ceiling, the shopkeeper raising her eyebrows a little and giggling softly as she took the sight in while cutting open the packaging separating me from instant bliss. With a satisfied ‘Hah! Finally!' she pulled the fleshlight from its by now shredded plastic cover and reached over to hand it to me. I shamelessly ogled her cleavage before reverting to holding her gaze. ‘As I said, this is good shit. You won't be able to destroy this one during normal use…' She proceeded to explain how important it was to clean it after use, stressing that they had both suitable toy cleaner and disinfectant in the store. ‘Most gentle for the silicone, that stuff; unlike the dish soap most people tend to use…' Her sentence trailed off, apparently she got struck by the same thing I had; that this was an absurd time to discuss maintenance. ‘My apologies, I got a bit carried away. Here.' Accepting the toy, I glanced over at the bottle of lube perched on the edge of her desk. Turning around, she reached the bottle and spun back to present it to me. ‘There you go, put lots in the fleshlight, some around the entrance and a little on your johnson, and you're good to go.' Nodding, I did as she had suggested; an ample spurt of lube into the pale, pink thingy, then a little around the sculpted pussy lips. Bah, in a way it would have been better if they hadn't tried so hard to make it look like the real thing. ‘Seeing as you wanted my observations, I think it would have been better if it was just an opening, not modeled to look like a real pussy; you know, no matter how good this may turn out to be, it can't possibly compare to the real thing…' ‘Doh,' she exclaimed as she rolled her eyes. ‘I should have mentioned that, there's a neutral version, too; and, believe it or not, a few which are supposedly modeled after famous porn stars' pussies, whether you believe it or not. Anyway, they probably all feel the same; just look at something, anything else while you're using it.' I'd be lying if I claimed I thought it would matter much what it looked like once it was wrapped around me. Squirting a wee bit of lube in the palm of my hand, I stroked myself a couple of times, ensuring I got some on the purplish, swollen head, too; unless I slipped in unhindered, I'd be sore afterwards, of that I was certain. Positioning the fleshlight against the glans, I looked over at the shopkeeper. She stared back, eagerly anticipating my next move; not that she'd have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what that would be. Gently pressing the fleshlight towards me, I slid into my first silicone pussy. It was just tight enough to feel natural-ish, I'd hand the designers that; but it felt rather cold and, well, dead. ‘What's it like?' she asked, voice quivering slightly. ‘Oh, not too bad,' I replied ‘Though it does feel a bit cold and. ah, dead, if I may say so at the moment, but that should improve shortly…' Giving it a couple of strokes, I could already feel it begin to warm up. She raised her stare from my fleshlight-wrapped member to meet mine. ‘Fuck me, I really am not doing my job properly, now; I just remembered that the manufacturer recommend that you put it in warm water for a few minutes before use, precisely to avoid that corpse bride-feeling. My apologies.' I nodded. ‘That'd probably do the trick, I'm sure. However…'; I let it slide back and forth a few times, feeling the soft silicone caress my oh-so-erect cock; ‘it does feel really good, don't get me wrong; and it keeps getting warmer by the second!' Having said that, I stroked myself in silence for a few moments, slowly, deliberately; pulling it off me until my cock emerged from it, exposing the swollen, lube-glistening head for my very attentive audience, then shoving myself into it again. Oh yes, it felt better and better. While no one would ever mistake it for the real thing; well, no one who had ever had the good fortune to have the real thing wrapped around oneself, anyway; it definitely felt good, much better than a simple handjob. ‘It keeps getting better,' I grunted. ‘Would work better still if one could take it out of the casing, though; you know, to adjust the pressure, using it as a sleeve over my cock; would feel more alive, then.' She nodded. ‘I'll keep that in mind, in case someone asks. I believe you can take it out for cleaning, by the way; so you could probably, um, go au-naturel on it, if that's your preference.'; before again staring at my cock sliding in and out of the toy, mesmerised. I felt like I was being on display; quite naturally, seeing as that was just what I was; but caught myself enjoying it. My audience was really cute and sexy as hell; well, truth be told, I'd probably find even Margaret Thatcher hot as fuck if she had stared at my masturbating with that sultry look my watcher now sent me; but I digress. I was turned on, way beyond what I would have been had I been doing the deed at home, alone. I coughed softly, then slowing the pace a bit as I caught her stare again. ‘Uh, I know there won't be any actual sex, that's not what I'm fishing for now, but… Would you mind, ah, could I… Well, have a little glimpse of your charms? Some bare skin? Just to help me over the edge?' I must have looked like a pleading puppy, as she burst into laughter, luckily a good-natured one. After first shaking her head, she apparently had second thoughts and nodded. I swallowed. This intensely erotic moment was about to become even hotter. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and revealed a black, low-cut bra and ample cleavage. Lovely, pillowy, full breasts. My pace picked up. ‘Don't you think about touching me, don't even reach for me, OK?' she said, sternly. I nodded, hoping I looked like I'd be true to my word. God knows how reliable one looks when masturbating to the sight of the girl asking you to keep your hands off her. She apparently found my promise good enough, and, after reaching behind her back for a second, the bra fell into her lap and her breasts swung free. I swallowed again, almost in disbelief. They were really beautiful; round, full and pillowy, large, but not so large as to be saggy; they proudly stood form her chest, slightly pear-shaped, milky white and crowned by the largest, weakly drawn areolas I'd ever seen, pale pink, crested with nipples looking as if you'd be able to cut glass with them, so hard were they. She was amazing, and I wasted no time telling her so as my cock hardened further still inside the silicone wrapper I was now doing my best to fuck the daylights out of while keeping my eyes locked on the shopkeeper, occasionally falling to her wonderful breasts, but mostly maintaining eye contact. She leant back in her chair, her breasts gently parting. My turn to be mesmerised. I could already feel the familiar tingling telling me my strokes were numbered and my orgasm forthcoming; I'd be done for shortly. The fleshlight was now at body temperature, and felt much, much more lifelike, albeit still no match for a woman, I grunted through clenched teeth ‘no muscles milking me, no body thrust against mine, no hands feverishly stroking over my back, hugging me close as orgasm approaches; but it does feel pretty… pretty damned good!' Nodding absentmindedly, she stroked a hand over her right breast, cupping it, then pinching her nipple between her thumb and index finger, moaning softly. ‘I'm about to cum,' I grunted, snapping her back to reality. ‘Oh, please do it in that one, huh?', she nodded to an empty mug on the table between us. ‘I want to see you cum.' I nodded, feverishly working my cock with the latest addition to my meagre sex toy collection. ‘Lean forward, please', I snapped ‘I want to see those lovely tits swaying under you…' Laughingly, she obliged, leaning forward, then rocking side to side. ‘Like this, huh?' she teased, smiling warmly at me as the heavy globes swayed back and forth under her. Yes. Just like that. There was no use trying to hold back. Two more strokes, and I could feel my orgasm erupting, a tad before I'd expected it to. And here I was, figuring I had it under control… I jerked the fleshlight off my cock, throwing it on the floor, sending spurt after spurt of cum over the table, grasping for the mug, missing, shooting another spurt halfway across the room towards her; at least it felt like it; before finally grabbing the mug and shooting the last, feeble spurt into it. I felt my earlobes glow with embarrassment as I came in for landing after the massive orgasm, only to see the mess I'd made; cum streaks over invoices, a pack of cigarettes, the table itself, a lighter… My companion laughed, totally losing it in a fit of laughter, her breasts jiggling as she shook ‘You should've seen yourself!!!', she eventually gasped, regaining some control over herself. ‘It was the most absurd sight I've ever seen, so incredibly hot, you in the midst of such an orgasm, frantically trying to grab my old mug…' I joined her, a bit hesitantly at first. It had indeed been comedy hour. I hoped there wasn't a surveillance camera here, for if it did, I'd be bound to find myself on some amateur blooper reel shortly. ‘Never mind, though,' she giggled. ‘I'll get that cleaned up in no time. Without getting her sweater back on, she left the room. Seconds later I heard the tell-tale sound of water pouring from a faucet and paper being torn from a roll. She returned, hand full of tissue paper, and handed me some. ‘Here, clean yourself up; then I'll show you how to clean your latest conquest afterwards.' She leaned in over the table and cleaned up any trace of my little indiscretion. I really had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the lovely form right in front of my eyes; but managed. I'd promised, after all; and I'd had a wonderful experience, I wouldn't want to ruin it by doing anything which might scare or offend her in any way. I leaned back in the sofa while cleaning most of the lube off my semi-erect cock, softly caressing it as I stared hungrily at her, finishing up the table. I followed her to the cupboard next to the office; standing close to her; still dressed like Venus of Milo, only with arms; in the tiny room, I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as she fumbled the fleshlight open, taking out the silicone innards. ‘Just hold it under lukewarm water, first, to get rid of your cum and the lube, then wipe it clean with a little bit of the toy cleaner I'll give you when we're back in the shop and it'll be ready for its next outing.' She glanced up at me, noting my attention was on her, rather than on the most useful instructions she were supplying. ‘Better leave it outside its sheath overnight to allow it to dry properly,' she said. ‘Well, unless you find you prefer to use just the inner sleeve, of course.' Quick smile. With that, she handed the toy back to me. ‘Just head back out in the shop, you. I'll be with you in a minute, just need to get dressed.' I was treated to a smile too cute to be believed, and I was bright enough not to overstay my welcome by asking for just a few more glimpses of her. I threw a last, longing glance at her beautiful, curvy shape, met her gaze; a rather lustful one at that!; and smiled at her. ‘I'll do some window shopping, then, see if I find more playthings catching my fancy.' I then turned and briskly headed back into the shop, again passing the surreal pile of inflatable dolls, one still sporting a santa's cap. She sure took her time getting dressed; I imagined she'd figured she needed a release, too. Hell, yeah - when she appeared in the door from the storeroom, she was still basking in that wonderful post-orgasmic bliss you can spot from a mile away. ‘Getting a bit carried away, are we?' I quipped in a mock stern tone. ‘How professional is it really to masturbate in the rear while there's customers waiting in the shop, huh?' She smiled sheepishly. ‘Busted. Fuck, I was so horny while you did your thing I almost leapt at you!' I laughed. ‘Glad to hear you enjoyed yourself, too; and with any luck you now know a bit more about, ah; your inventory?' She giggles. ‘Sure do, I can't wait until the next time some sod comes by, cheekily suggesting I can't possibly know how this one feels…' She worked the till. ‘I'm giving you this at a discount,' she laughed. ‘It is the first time I've ever sold a used toy. The lube and cleaner is on the house, promise me you'll take good care of your new friend!' I promised, and took my chances embracing her briefly. ‘Mind if I come back for some more shopping sometime?' I asked, voice thick with lust. She looked at me, quizzically, then shrugged. ‘Well, I happen to have another couple of toys which I could use some user feedback on…' she suggested with a smile. ‘I'll be back in a couple of weeks,' I said by way of goodbye. Heading for the doors, I realised I'd be pounding the fleshlight again seconds after returning home. I was already hard again… By Norweger for Literotica

He agrees to be her ‘focus group' for demoing toys in the adult toy store. (fetish) By Norweger.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. ‘Can I help you?' I glanced aside from the colourful products on display right in front of me, blushing mildly. The shopkeeper had done the rounds, and I, being lost in thought in front of the ‘Toys; male, solo' shelf hadn't noticed her approaching. Well, I could hardly deny I was thinking of buying a Fleshlight, as I held one; well, a securely wrapped one, luckily; in my hands as I met her friendly gaze. ‘I, ah…' Fuck. Going to an adult toy shop shouldn't be embarrassing, should it? My cheeks and earlobes grew pretty pink. ‘Well, I'm just browsing, to be honest, I…'She nodded. 'Those are real good, by the way.' She giggled. ‘Well, good quality. Easy to keep clean. Rugged. For obvious reasons, I haven't taken one for a test drive myself.' I chuckled, feeling my awkwardness recede a bit. That's one way of putting it. ‘For obvious reasons…' I thought before answering ‘Well, I could hardly expect you to have, could I? That being said, shops like this are quite particular, no? Normally, asking the shopkeeper for recommendations and whether she'd used the product herself would be reasonable, but here, I guess it would get me me-too'd right away? How do you actually reply if someone holds up something and asks, well, is this one any good?' I smiled weakly while feeling my cheeks getting rosier again, hoping I hadn't overstepped any bounds. I got a chuckle for my trouble. ‘Well, please try to keep the exciting images out of your mind, but to tell you the truth, we do test quite a lot of the stuff we sell.' She blushed a little, herself. ‘Well, we must buy them, of course, though at a steep discount.' She turned her gaze down as the sentence trailed off, giving me a chance to look her over without being too obvious about it as the images she'd been warning me about started to manifest themselves to my inner eye. I guessed she could be in her early thirties, a few years younger than me. Quite cute, slender, narrow hips, a loose-fitting, turquoise sweater doing its best to hide her ample bosom… I'd already undressed her in my mind, trying to imagine her testing the huge dildos in the glass display cabinet right behind her. Oh no, I hadn't been blushing earlier. Now; NOW I was blushing. She lifted her gaze again and giggled. ‘Let me guess. Exciting images?' I could hardly deny it, and she could hardly take affront, either. I turned my own gaze down, intensely studying my rather rumpled leather boots. There was no way in hell I'd be able to meet her stare while saying it. ‘Oh, guilty as charged.' I made a helpless gesture with my arm towards the toys on display ‘I imagined both this and that, I'll admit.' ‘Well, there's a reason we don't have fitting rooms, you know!' Her giggle turned to a quick laugh which she stifled as quickly. I felt my mood rise just by hearing it; it had a chirping quality, sounded almost like a bird's cry. In improving spirits; and, frankly, quite turned on; this young, cute woman had more or less told me that she test ran a lot of the toys in the store. Now my eyes wandered around the room, desperate not to meet her stare, while every time I saw something titillating I imagined her using it on herself. Not that there was anything extraordinary about a woman in her thirties enjoying herself, but the mere thought, as she was standing two feet away from me… Fuck. I was rock hard. I hoped it wasn't too obvious. Here goes nothing. Had I first said A, I might as well say B, too. I felt a bit braver, thinking we could spin a bit on this, while still keeping it innocent. She looked amused, too. ‘That's kind of unfair, though, isn't it? Any woman walking into this store can get, ah, expert advice, whereas I, as a man, will have to take your word for it ‘Oh, this one is good; I haven't tried it, but it is good, believe me!' She laughed. Loud. ‘I swear to all that's holy, had we ever had a male shop assistant here, he'd be loaded down with all the male solo toys we could muster and be told to test the hell out of them; and take notes while he was at it!' She turned serious. ‘Wouldn't do you much good, though; I'd be most surprised if there's even a single man in town who'd casually ask another if that sex toy of his was any good or not.' I'd have to give her that. Chitchatting about sex did come a lot easier when I did it with a woman. ‘Just that. There's a reason we're all women working here,' she smiled. ‘Women sell better to both men and women than, say, a fifty-something, balding, pudgy male in a soiled T-shirt and sweat pants.' She chuckled. ‘Beg your pardon for letting my prejudices shine through, by the way.' I laughed out loud again, realizing I was getting close to asking her what she did once she'd closed shop; she had, in a few minutes since I'd become aware she even existed, shown herself to be one of those all too rare people who could get me in a good mood simply by being there; and that she could quip about sex and seemingly be at ease was an added bonus. Plus, of course, she was incredibly cute. I caught the warm, brown eyes peering out under her unruly mop of reddish hair, trying to come up with a suitable response before the silence became awkward or she trotted on through the shop, ending our moment. She glanced down at her watch, and my heart sank like a stone; opportunity wasted, I thought; until I heard what she had to say. ‘Look… Now I want you to be real careful; not getting the wrong idea as to what I am suggesting, okay? You are not going to have sex with me, capisce?' Well, she had my full and undivided attention, even if I wouldn't get to sleep with her. I nodded, firmly. No fucking her. OK. ‘I'm about to close shop, now. If you, ahem, would like to test the fleshlight before you buy it, you can do so, okay? But, you're going to have to buy it afterwards, obviously. The lube is on the house.' I gawked at her. Wow. I nodded, numbly. This couldn't be, could it? But I wouldn't want to miss this for the world. I nodded again, vigorously. She smiled a quick smile, then went to the entrance to lock the doors, glancing over her shoulder at me as she did so, throwing me another smile. Returning, she grabbed a bottle of lube from a shelf, and motioned for me to follow her as she walked past. As if I needed any prodding. ‘It'd probably be best to use our office, rather than have you go at it here under the bright lights,' she suggested softly. I just shrugged. I'd follow her anywhere. My cock was rather a simpleton. As we exited a door with a 'staff only' sign at the back of the shop, we entered the kind of storeroom you'll find somewhere in any shop in the world; shelves stocked with all kinds of goods, except… Well, these goods were very much adult toys. Darting past a crate packed to the gunwales with inflatable dolls; inflated!, she giggled ‘Meet last year's Christmas decorations; we couldn't sell them, but neither could we bring ourselves to throw them away…' I shook my head, dumbfounded. She nodded towards a green door near the corner of the storeroom ‘That's where you'll get to find out if the fleshlight is any good…' She opened the door, hinges groaning. ‘I've been meaning to grease those for ages, wonder if I can use this lube?' she mused as we entered a small-ish, run-down office. Lots of papers were covering just about any horizontal surface; a desk with a computer and a phone on it and a small coffee table in front of a battered old sofa tucked into a corner; piles of merchandise along the far wall. Nodding towards the sofa, she suggested I take a seat before seating herself on the office chair by the desk. ‘I hope you don't mind me watching. After all, I have a certain, um, professional interest in seeing how you get along with it, you know.', throwing me another smile; a warm, seemingly genuine one. She didn't appear to be wholly untouched, herself. I fumbled with the packaging. What sadist had invented welded plastic? Probably a good thing when it came to protecting sex toys on display, but when you were about to unwrap it to try it out? Not so much. My audience reached for a pair of scissors and motioned for me to lob her the fleshlight. ‘You get out of your jeans, I'll get this out, OK?' she suggested. I nodded, still not trusting my voice to bear. I hardly needed any more encouragement. I tugged at my belt, seconds later dropping my jeans to the floor, stepping out of them. My briefs were unceremoniously shoved down my thighs, and as I rose again, my almost painfully erect cock pointed arrogantly at the ceiling, the shopkeeper raising her eyebrows a little and giggling softly as she took the sight in while cutting open the packaging separating me from instant bliss. With a satisfied ‘Hah! Finally!' she pulled the fleshlight from its by now shredded plastic cover and reached over to hand it to me. I shamelessly ogled her cleavage before reverting to holding her gaze. ‘As I said, this is good shit. You won't be able to destroy this one during normal use…' She proceeded to explain how important it was to clean it after use, stressing that they had both suitable toy cleaner and disinfectant in the store. ‘Most gentle for the silicone, that stuff; unlike the dish soap most people tend to use…' Her sentence trailed off, apparently she got struck by the same thing I had; that this was an absurd time to discuss maintenance. ‘My apologies, I got a bit carried away. Here.' Accepting the toy, I glanced over at the bottle of lube perched on the edge of her desk. Turning around, she reached the bottle and spun back to present it to me. ‘There you go, put lots in the fleshlight, some around the entrance and a little on your johnson, and you're good to go.' Nodding, I did as she had suggested; an ample spurt of lube into the pale, pink thingy, then a little around the sculpted pussy lips. Bah, in a way it would have been better if they hadn't tried so hard to make it look like the real thing. ‘Seeing as you wanted my observations, I think it would have been better if it was just an opening, not modeled to look like a real pussy; you know, no matter how good this may turn out to be, it can't possibly compare to the real thing…' ‘Doh,' she exclaimed as she rolled her eyes. ‘I should have mentioned that, there's a neutral version, too; and, believe it or not, a few which are supposedly modeled after famous porn stars' pussies, whether you believe it or not. Anyway, they probably all feel the same; just look at something, anything else while you're using it.' I'd be lying if I claimed I thought it would matter much what it looked like once it was wrapped around me. Squirting a wee bit of lube in the palm of my hand, I stroked myself a couple of times, ensuring I got some on the purplish, swollen head, too; unless I slipped in unhindered, I'd be sore afterwards, of that I was certain. Positioning the fleshlight against the glans, I looked over at the shopkeeper. She stared back, eagerly anticipating my next move; not that she'd have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what that would be. Gently pressing the fleshlight towards me, I slid into my first silicone pussy. It was just tight enough to feel natural-ish, I'd hand the designers that; but it felt rather cold and, well, dead. ‘What's it like?' she asked, voice quivering slightly. ‘Oh, not too bad,' I replied ‘Though it does feel a bit cold and. ah, dead, if I may say so at the moment, but that should improve shortly…' Giving it a couple of strokes, I could already feel it begin to warm up. She raised her stare from my fleshlight-wrapped member to meet mine. ‘Fuck me, I really am not doing my job properly, now; I just remembered that the manufacturer recommend that you put it in warm water for a few minutes before use, precisely to avoid that corpse bride-feeling. My apologies.' I nodded. ‘That'd probably do the trick, I'm sure. However…'; I let it slide back and forth a few times, feeling the soft silicone caress my oh-so-erect cock; ‘it does feel really good, don't get me wrong; and it keeps getting warmer by the second!' Having said that, I stroked myself in silence for a few moments, slowly, deliberately; pulling it off me until my cock emerged from it, exposing the swollen, lube-glistening head for my very attentive audience, then shoving myself into it again. Oh yes, it felt better and better. While no one would ever mistake it for the real thing; well, no one who had ever had the good fortune to have the real thing wrapped around oneself, anyway; it definitely felt good, much better than a simple handjob. ‘It keeps getting better,' I grunted. ‘Would work better still if one could take it out of the casing, though; you know, to adjust the pressure, using it as a sleeve over my cock; would feel more alive, then.' She nodded. ‘I'll keep that in mind, in case someone asks. I believe you can take it out for cleaning, by the way; so you could probably, um, go au-naturel on it, if that's your preference.'; before again staring at my cock sliding in and out of the toy, mesmerised. I felt like I was being on display; quite naturally, seeing as that was just what I was; but caught myself enjoying it. My audience was really cute and sexy as hell; well, truth be told, I'd probably find even Margaret Thatcher hot as fuck if she had stared at my masturbating with that sultry look my watcher now sent me; but I digress. I was turned on, way beyond what I would have been had I been doing the deed at home, alone. I coughed softly, then slowing the pace a bit as I caught her stare again. ‘Uh, I know there won't be any actual sex, that's not what I'm fishing for now, but… Would you mind, ah, could I… Well, have a little glimpse of your charms? Some bare skin? Just to help me over the edge?' I must have looked like a pleading puppy, as she burst into laughter, luckily a good-natured one. After first shaking her head, she apparently had second thoughts and nodded. I swallowed. This intensely erotic moment was about to become even hotter. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and revealed a black, low-cut bra and ample cleavage. Lovely, pillowy, full breasts. My pace picked up. ‘Don't you think about touching me, don't even reach for me, OK?' she said, sternly. I nodded, hoping I looked like I'd be true to my word. God knows how reliable one looks when masturbating to the sight of the girl asking you to keep your hands off her. She apparently found my promise good enough, and, after reaching behind her back for a second, the bra fell into her lap and her breasts swung free. I swallowed again, almost in disbelief. They were really beautiful; round, full and pillowy, large, but not so large as to be saggy; they proudly stood form her chest, slightly pear-shaped, milky white and crowned by the largest, weakly drawn areolas I'd ever seen, pale pink, crested with nipples looking as if you'd be able to cut glass with them, so hard were they. She was amazing, and I wasted no time telling her so as my cock hardened further still inside the silicone wrapper I was now doing my best to fuck the daylights out of while keeping my eyes locked on the shopkeeper, occasionally falling to her wonderful breasts, but mostly maintaining eye contact. She leant back in her chair, her breasts gently parting. My turn to be mesmerised. I could already feel the familiar tingling telling me my strokes were numbered and my orgasm forthcoming; I'd be done for shortly. The fleshlight was now at body temperature, and felt much, much more lifelike, albeit still no match for a woman, I grunted through clenched teeth ‘no muscles milking me, no body thrust against mine, no hands feverishly stroking over my back, hugging me close as orgasm approaches; but it does feel pretty… pretty damned good!' Nodding absentmindedly, she stroked a hand over her right breast, cupping it, then pinching her nipple between her thumb and index finger, moaning softly. ‘I'm about to cum,' I grunted, snapping her back to reality. ‘Oh, please do it in that one, huh?', she nodded to an empty mug on the table between us. ‘I want to see you cum.' I nodded, feverishly working my cock with the latest addition to my meagre sex toy collection. ‘Lean forward, please', I snapped ‘I want to see those lovely tits swaying under you…' Laughingly, she obliged, leaning forward, then rocking side to side. ‘Like this, huh?' she teased, smiling warmly at me as the heavy globes swayed back and forth under her. Yes. Just like that. There was no use trying to hold back. Two more strokes, and I could feel my orgasm erupting, a tad before I'd expected it to. And here I was, figuring I had it under control… I jerked the fleshlight off my cock, throwing it on the floor, sending spurt after spurt of cum over the table, grasping for the mug, missing, shooting another spurt halfway across the room towards her; at least it felt like it; before finally grabbing the mug and shooting the last, feeble spurt into it. I felt my earlobes glow with embarrassment as I came in for landing after the massive orgasm, only to see the mess I'd made; cum streaks over invoices, a pack of cigarettes, the table itself, a lighter… My companion laughed, totally losing it in a fit of laughter, her breasts jiggling as she shook ‘You should've seen yourself!!!', she eventually gasped, regaining some control over herself. ‘It was the most absurd sight I've ever seen, so incredibly hot, you in the midst of such an orgasm, frantically trying to grab my old mug…' I joined her, a bit hesitantly at first. It had indeed been comedy hour. I hoped there wasn't a surveillance camera here, for if it did, I'd be bound to find myself on some amateur blooper reel shortly. ‘Never mind, though,' she giggled. ‘I'll get that cleaned up in no time. Without getting her sweater back on, she left the room. Seconds later I heard the tell-tale sound of water pouring from a faucet and paper being torn from a roll. She returned, hand full of tissue paper, and handed me some. ‘Here, clean yourself up; then I'll show you how to clean your latest conquest afterwards.' She leaned in over the table and cleaned up any trace of my little indiscretion. I really had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the lovely form right in front of my eyes; but managed. I'd promised, after all; and I'd had a wonderful experience, I wouldn't want to ruin it by doing anything which might scare or offend her in any way. I leaned back in the sofa while cleaning most of the lube off my semi-erect cock, softly caressing it as I stared hungrily at her, finishing up the table. I followed her to the cupboard next to the office; standing close to her; still dressed like Venus of Milo, only with arms; in the tiny room, I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as she fumbled the fleshlight open, taking out the silicone innards. ‘Just hold it under lukewarm water, first, to get rid of your cum and the lube, then wipe it clean with a little bit of the toy cleaner I'll give you when we're back in the shop and it'll be ready for its next outing.' She glanced up at me, noting my attention was on her, rather than on the most useful instructions she were supplying. ‘Better leave it outside its sheath overnight to allow it to dry properly,' she said. ‘Well, unless you find you prefer to use just the inner sleeve, of course.' Quick smile. With that, she handed the toy back to me. ‘Just head back out in the shop, you. I'll be with you in a minute, just need to get dressed.' I was treated to a smile too cute to be believed, and I was bright enough not to overstay my welcome by asking for just a few more glimpses of her. I threw a last, longing glance at her beautiful, curvy shape, met her gaze; a rather lustful one at that!; and smiled at her. ‘I'll do some window shopping, then, see if I find more playthings catching my fancy.' I then turned and briskly headed back into the shop, again passing the surreal pile of inflatable dolls, one still sporting a santa's cap. She sure took her time getting dressed; I imagined she'd figured she needed a release, too. Hell, yeah - when she appeared in the door from the storeroom, she was still basking in that wonderful post-orgasmic bliss you can spot from a mile away. ‘Getting a bit carried away, are we?' I quipped in a mock stern tone. ‘How professional is it really to masturbate in the rear while there's customers waiting in the shop, huh?' She smiled sheepishly. ‘Busted. Fuck, I was so horny while you did your thing I almost leapt at you!' I laughed. ‘Glad to hear you enjoyed yourself, too; and with any luck you now know a bit more about, ah; your inventory?' She giggles. ‘Sure do, I can't wait until the next time some sod comes by, cheekily suggesting I can't possibly know how this one feels…' She worked the till. ‘I'm giving you this at a discount,' she laughed. ‘It is the first time I've ever sold a used toy. The lube and cleaner is on the house, promise me you'll take good care of your new friend!' I promised, and took my chances embracing her briefly. ‘Mind if I come back for some more shopping sometime?' I asked, voice thick with lust. She looked at me, quizzically, then shrugged. ‘Well, I happen to have another couple of toys which I could use some user feedback on…' she suggested with a smile. ‘I'll be back in a couple of weeks,' I said by way of goodbye. Heading for the doors, I realised I'd be pounding the fleshlight again seconds after returning home. I was already hard again… By Norweger for Literotica

In dieser Episode widmen wir uns der Rezension des Buches "I Did It Norway" von Alva Gehrmann. Das Buch entführt uns in die Abenteuerwelt Norwegens, wo die Autorin aufregende Bootsausflüge, tagelange Wanderungen und ausgedehnte Skitouren beschreibt. Wir erkunden, wie die Norweger die Herausforderungen der wilden Natur meistern und die atemberaubenden Landschaften der Fjorde erleben. Gehrmann nimmt uns mit auf eine Reise, die bei stürmischer See beginnt, und lässt uns an ihren Erlebnissen mit einer Sami-Familie, die bei der Rentierwanderung begleitet wird, sowie an musikalischen Festivals mitten in einsamen Berglandschaften teilhaben. Sie berichtet von Gesprächen mit Mitgliedern der Königsfamilie und von der Rückkehr des historischen Forschungsschiffs "Maut," das nach 100 Jahren zurück nach Norwegen gebracht wird. In meiner persönlichen Rezension spüre ich eine tief empfundene Verbindung zu den nordischen Ländern, die mir von meinen Großeltern nähergebracht wurden. Diese Erinnerungen und die damit verbundenen Sehnsüchte haben mich geprägt. Das Buch ist in verschiedene Bereiche gegliedert, aber es wird empfohlen, es von der ersten bis zur letzten Seite zu lesen, um die fortlaufenden Geschichten und die Verbindungen zwischen den Orten und Personen vollständig zu erfassen. Die Autorin lässt sich, wie sie selbst beschreibt, treiben, und das spürt man in ihrem Schreibstil. Dennoch erkennt man schnell die roten Fäden, die sich durch die Erzählung ziehen, sei es durch das Thema Maut oder die vielfältigen Aspekte von Sport und Natur in Norwegen. Alva Gehrmann beleuchtet nicht nur die Schönheit des Landes, sondern thematisiert auch die Herausforderungen, denen sich die Norweger gegenübersehen. Trotz des Wohlstands, den Norwegen genießt, zeigt sie, dass auch dieses Land nicht frei von Problemen ist. Zudem gibt sie interessante Einblicke in die Eigenheiten der Norweger und gibt Ratschläge für den Umgang mit ihnen, was für jeden, der das Land besucht, von Bedeutung sein kann. Die Reise in das Buch wird durch die Geschichten des Bücherzugs und das Konzept des Slow-TV bereichert, während die Natur und die unberechenbaren Rentiere darstellt werden. Besonders nachdenklich stimmen auch die Berichte über das Attentat am 22. Juli 2011 und die ergreifende Darstellung der stellvertretenden Bürgermeisterin von Oslo, die dieses Ereignis überlebt hat. Diese Einblicke führen dazu, dass wir die gesellschaftlichen Strömungen in Norwegen, wie den Rechtsruck, besser verstehen und über die Reaktionen der Menschen nachdenken können. Insgesamt hat dieses Buch mein Fernweh angeregt und ich empfehle es jedem, der mehr über Norwegen erfahren möchte, ohne auf spannende Erzählungen zu verzichten. Es eignet sich nicht nur für erfahrene Reisende, sondern auch für Anfänger, die die Lebensweise und die Kultur Norwegens entdecken möchten. Das Buch "I Did It Norway," erschienen im dtv-Verlag, stellt eine sympathische und informative Lektüre dar, die dazu einlädt, den eigenen Horizont zu erweitern und Norwegen mit neuen Augen zu sehen.

Es ist so weit! Die Biathlon-WM im Schweizerischen Lenzerheide hat begonnen. Und wie: Die deutsche Mixed-Staffel hat in einem dramatischen Rennen direkt Bronze geholt. Medaillengewinner Philipp Nawrath spricht tags darauf mit uns - unter anderem über seinen 32. Geburtstag, Hass-Kommentare auf Instagram und Dinge, die ihn aus der Ruhe bringen. Was sich die Norweger für seinen Geburtstag ausgedacht haben, wie Nawrath in Lenzerheide lebt und seine Zeit verbringt – all das erfahrt ihr in der aktuellen Folge des WM-Specials. Außerdem gibt er Einblicke in die Unterstützung durch Biathlon-Größe Michael Greis. Am Montag gibt's neue spannende Einblicke in die WM - wieder mit Gastgeber Uri Zahavi, der Julia Kleine für die Zeit des Specials vertritt. Euch erwartet natürlich wieder ein spannender Gast, bleibt also auf jeden Fall dran und folgt uns am besten. Alles zum Wintersport-Podcast bei der Sportschau findet ihr hier: https://www.sportschau.de/podcasts/wintersport-podcast Wintersport-Videos gefällig? Hier findet ihr, was ihr sucht: https://www.ardmediathek.de/sport-wintersport Ihr habt Feedback, Fragen oder Vorschläge? Schreibt uns: fragen@sportschau.de.

⛰️ Die Lenzerheide ruft und wer könnte da besser an meine Seite passen als "Der letzte Weltmeister" und einzige Sprintsieger an diesem Ort? Benedikt Doll!

He agrees to be her ‘focus group' for demoing toys in the adult toy store. (fetish) By Norweger.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. ‘Can I help you?' I glanced aside from the colourful products on display right in front of me, blushing mildly. The shopkeeper had done the rounds, and I, being lost in thought in front of the ‘Toys; male, solo' shelf hadn't noticed her approaching. Well, I could hardly deny I was thinking of buying a Fleshlight, as I held one; well, a securely wrapped one, luckily; in my hands as I met her friendly gaze. ‘I, ah…' Fuck. Going to an adult toy shop shouldn't be embarrassing, should it? My cheeks and earlobes grew pretty pink. ‘Well, I'm just browsing, to be honest, I…' [[MORE]] She nodded. 'Those are real good, by the way.' She giggled. ‘Well, good quality. Easy to keep clean. Rugged. For obvious reasons, I haven't taken one for a test drive myself.' I chuckled, feeling my awkwardness recede a bit. That's one way of putting it. ‘For obvious reasons…' I thought before answering ‘Well, I could hardly expect you to have, could I? That being said, shops like this are quite particular, no? Normally, asking the shopkeeper for recommendations and whether she'd used the product herself would be reasonable, but here, I guess it would get me me-too'd right away? How do you actually reply if someone holds up something and asks, well, is this one any good?' I smiled weakly while feeling my cheeks getting rosier again, hoping I hadn't overstepped any bounds. I got a chuckle for my trouble. ‘Well, please try to keep the exciting images out of your mind, but to tell you the truth, we do test quite a lot of the stuff we sell.' She blushed a little, herself. ‘Well, we must buy them, of course, though at a steep discount.' She turned her gaze down as the sentence trailed off, giving me a chance to look her over without being too obvious about it as the images she'd been warning me about started to manifest themselves to my inner eye. I guessed she could be in her early thirties, a few years younger than me. Quite cute, slender, narrow hips, a loose-fitting, turquoise sweater doing its best to hide her ample bosom… I'd already undressed her in my mind, trying to imagine her testing the huge dildos in the glass display cabinet right behind her. Oh no, I hadn't been blushing earlier. Now; NOW I was blushing. She lifted her gaze again and giggled. ‘Let me guess. Exciting images?' I could hardly deny it, and she could hardly take affront, either. I turned my own gaze down, intensely studying my rather rumpled leather boots. There was no way in hell I'd be able to meet her stare while saying it. ‘Oh, guilty as charged.' I made a helpless gesture with my arm towards the toys on display ‘I imagined both this and that, I'll admit.' ‘Well, there's a reason we don't have fitting rooms, you know!' Her giggle turned to a quick laugh which she stifled as quickly. I felt my mood rise just by hearing it; it had a chirping quality, sounded almost like a bird's cry. In improving spirits; and, frankly, quite turned on; this young, cute woman had more or less told me that she test ran a lot of the toys in the store. Now my eyes wandered around the room, desperate not to meet her stare, while every time I saw something titillating I imagined her using it on herself. Not that there was anything extraordinary about a woman in her thirties enjoying herself, but the mere thought, as she was standing two feet away from me… Fuck. I was rock hard. I hoped it wasn't too obvious. Here goes nothing. Had I first said A, I might as well say B, too. I felt a bit braver, thinking we could spin a bit on this, while still keeping it innocent. She looked amused, too. ‘That's kind of unfair, though, isn't it? Any woman walking into this store can get, ah, expert advice, whereas I, as a man, will have to take your word for it ‘Oh, this one is good; I haven't tried it, but it is good, believe me!' She laughed. Loud. ‘I swear to all that's holy, had we ever had a male shop assistant here, he'd be loaded down with all the male solo toys we could muster and be told to test the hell out of them; and take notes while he was at it!' She turned serious. ‘Wouldn't do you much good, though; I'd be most surprised if there's even a single man in town who'd casually ask another if that sex toy of his was any good or not.' I'd have to give her that. Chitchatting about sex did come a lot easier when I did it with a woman. ‘Just that. There's a reason we're all women working here,' she smiled. ‘Women sell better to both men and women than, say, a fifty-something, balding, pudgy male in a soiled T-shirt and sweat pants.' She chuckled. ‘Beg your pardon for letting my prejudices shine through, by the way.' I laughed out loud again, realizing I was getting close to asking her what she did once she'd closed shop; she had, in a few minutes since I'd become aware she even existed, shown herself to be one of those all too rare people who could get me in a good mood simply by being there; and that she could quip about sex and seemingly be at ease was an added bonus. Plus, of course, she was incredibly cute. I caught the warm, brown eyes peering out under her unruly mop of reddish hair, trying to come up with a suitable response before the silence became awkward or she trotted on through the shop, ending our moment. She glanced down at her watch, and my heart sank like a stone; opportunity wasted, I thought; until I heard what she had to say. ‘Look… Now I want you to be real careful; not getting the wrong idea as to what I am suggesting, okay? You are not going to have sex with me, capisce?' Well, she had my full and undivided attention, even if I wouldn't get to sleep with her. I nodded, firmly. No fucking her. OK. ‘I'm about to close shop, now. If you, ahem, would like to test the fleshlight before you buy it, you can do so, okay? But, you're going to have to buy it afterwards, obviously. The lube is on the house.' I gawked at her. Wow. I nodded, numbly. This couldn't be, could it? But I wouldn't want to miss this for the world. I nodded again, vigorously. She smiled a quick smile, then went to the entrance to lock the doors, glancing over her shoulder at me as she did so, throwing me another smile. Returning, she grabbed a bottle of lube from a shelf, and motioned for me to follow her as she walked past. As if I needed any prodding. ‘It'd probably be best to use our office, rather than have you go at it here under the bright lights,' she suggested softly. I just shrugged. I'd follow her anywhere. My cock was rather a simpleton. As we exited a door with a 'staff only' sign at the back of the shop, we entered the kind of storeroom you'll find somewhere in any shop in the world; shelves stocked with all kinds of goods, except… Well, these goods were very much adult toys. Darting past a crate packed to the gunwales with inflatable dolls; inflated!, she giggled ‘Meet last year's Christmas decorations; we couldn't sell them, but neither could we bring ourselves to throw them away…' I shook my head, dumbfounded. She nodded towards a green door near the corner of the storeroom ‘That's where you'll get to find out if the fleshlight is any good…' She opened the door, hinges groaning. ‘I've been meaning to grease those for ages, wonder if I can use this lube?' she mused as we entered a small-ish, run-down office. Lots of papers were covering just about any horizontal surface; a desk with a computer and a phone on it and a small coffee table in front of a battered old sofa tucked into a corner; piles of merchandise along the far wall. Nodding towards the sofa, she suggested I take a seat before seating herself on the office chair by the desk. ‘I hope you don't mind me watching. After all, I have a certain, um, professional interest in seeing how you get along with it, you know.', throwing me another smile; a warm, seemingly genuine one. She didn't appear to be wholly untouched, herself. I fumbled with the packaging. What sadist had invented welded plastic? Probably a good thing when it came to protecting sex toys on display, but when you were about to unwrap it to try it out? Not so much. My audience reached for a pair of scissors and motioned for me to lob her the fleshlight. ‘You get out of your jeans, I'll get this out, OK?' she suggested. I nodded, still not trusting my voice to bear. I hardly needed any more encouragement. I tugged at my belt, seconds later dropping my jeans to the floor, stepping out of them. My briefs were unceremoniously shoved down my thighs, and as I rose again, my almost painfully erect cock pointed arrogantly at the ceiling, the shopkeeper raising her eyebrows a little and giggling softly as she took the sight in while cutting open the packaging separating me from instant bliss. With a satisfied ‘Hah! Finally!' she pulled the fleshlight from its by now shredded plastic cover and reached over to hand it to me. I shamelessly ogled her cleavage before reverting to holding her gaze. ‘As I said, this is good shit. You won't be able to destroy this one during normal use…' She proceeded to explain how important it was to clean it after use, stressing that they had both suitable toy cleaner and disinfectant in the store. ‘Most gentle for the silicone, that stuff; unlike the dish soap most people tend to use…' Her sentence trailed off, apparently she got struck by the same thing I had; that this was an absurd time to discuss maintenance. ‘My apologies, I got a bit carried away. Here.' Accepting the toy, I glanced over at the bottle of lube perched on the edge of her desk. Turning around, she reached the bottle and spun back to present it to me. ‘There you go, put lots in the fleshlight, some around the entrance and a little on your johnson, and you're good to go.' Nodding, I did as she had suggested; an ample spurt of lube into the pale, pink thingy, then a little around the sculpted pussy lips. Bah, in a way it would have been better if they hadn't tried so hard to make it look like the real thing. ‘Seeing as you wanted my observations, I think it would have been better if it was just an opening, not modeled to look like a real pussy; you know, no matter how good this may turn out to be, it can't possibly compare to the real thing…' ‘Doh,' she exclaimed as she rolled her eyes. ‘I should have mentioned that, there's a neutral version, too; and, believe it or not, a few which are supposedly modeled after famous porn stars' pussies, whether you believe it or not. Anyway, they probably all feel the same; just look at something, anything else while you're using it.' I'd be lying if I claimed I thought it would matter much what it looked like once it was wrapped around me. Squirting a wee bit of lube in the palm of my hand, I stroked myself a couple of times, ensuring I got some on the purplish, swollen head, too; unless I slipped in unhindered, I'd be sore afterwards, of that I was certain. Positioning the fleshlight against the glans, I looked over at the shopkeeper. She stared back, eagerly anticipating my next move; not that she'd have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what that would be. Gently pressing the fleshlight towards me, I slid into my first silicone pussy. It was just tight enough to feel natural-ish, I'd hand the designers that; but it felt rather cold and, well, dead. ‘What's it like?' she asked, voice quivering slightly. ‘Oh, not too bad,' I replied ‘Though it does feel a bit cold and. ah, dead, if I may say so at the moment, but that should improve shortly…' Giving it a couple of strokes, I could already feel it begin to warm up. She raised her stare from my fleshlight-wrapped member to meet mine. ‘Fuck me, I really am not doing my job properly, now; I just remembered that the manufacturer recommend that you put it in warm water for a few minutes before use, precisely to avoid that corpse bride-feeling. My apologies.' I nodded. ‘That'd probably do the trick, I'm sure. However…'; I let it slide back and forth a few times, feeling the soft silicone caress my oh-so-erect cock; ‘it does feel really good, don't get me wrong; and it keeps getting warmer by the second!' Having said that, I stroked myself in silence for a few moments, slowly, deliberately; pulling it off me until my cock emerged from it, exposing the swollen, lube-glistening head for my very attentive audience, then shoving myself into it again. Oh yes, it felt better and better. While no one would ever mistake it for the real thing; well, no one who had ever had the good fortune to have the real thing wrapped around oneself, anyway; it definitely felt good, much better than a simple handjob. ‘It keeps getting better,' I grunted. ‘Would work better still if one could take it out of the casing, though; you know, to adjust the pressure, using it as a sleeve over my cock; would feel more alive, then.' She nodded. ‘I'll keep that in mind, in case someone asks. I believe you can take it out for cleaning, by the way; so you could probably, um, go au-naturel on it, if that's your preference.'; before again staring at my cock sliding in and out of the toy, mesmerised. I felt like I was being on display; quite naturally, seeing as that was just what I was; but caught myself enjoying it. My audience was really cute and sexy as hell; well, truth be told, I'd probably find even Margaret Thatcher hot as fuck if she had stared at my masturbating with that sultry look my watcher now sent me; but I digress. I was turned on, way beyond what I would have been had I been doing the deed at home, alone. I coughed softly, then slowing the pace a bit as I caught her stare again. ‘Uh, I know there won't be any actual sex, that's not what I'm fishing for now, but… Would you mind, ah, could I… Well, have a little glimpse of your charms? Some bare skin? Just to help me over the edge?' I must have looked like a pleading puppy, as she burst into laughter, luckily a good-natured one. After first shaking her head, she apparently had second thoughts and nodded. I swallowed. This intensely erotic moment was about to become even hotter. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and revealed a black, low-cut bra and ample cleavage. Lovely, pillowy, full breasts. My pace picked up. ‘Don't you think about touching me, don't even reach for me, OK?' she said, sternly. I nodded, hoping I looked like I'd be true to my word. God knows how reliable one looks when masturbating to the sight of the girl asking you to keep your hands off her. She apparently found my promise good enough, and, after reaching behind her back for a second, the bra fell into her lap and her breasts swung free. I swallowed again, almost in disbelief. They were really beautiful; round, full and pillowy, large, but not so large as to be saggy; they proudly stood form her chest, slightly pear-shaped, milky white and crowned by the largest, weakly drawn areolas I'd ever seen, pale pink, crested with nipples looking as if you'd be able to cut glass with them, so hard were they. She was amazing, and I wasted no time telling her so as my cock hardened further still inside the silicone wrapper I was now doing my best to fuck the daylights out of while keeping my eyes locked on the shopkeeper, occasionally falling to her wonderful breasts, but mostly maintaining eye contact. She leant back in her chair, her breasts gently parting. My turn to be mesmerised. I could already feel the familiar tingling telling me my strokes were numbered and my orgasm forthcoming; I'd be done for shortly. The fleshlight was now at body temperature, and felt much, much more lifelike, albeit still no match for a woman, I grunted through clenched teeth ‘no muscles milking me, no body thrust against mine, no hands feverishly stroking over my back, hugging me close as orgasm approaches; but it does feel pretty… pretty damned good!' Nodding absentmindedly, she stroked a hand over her right breast, cupping it, then pinching her nipple between her thumb and index finger, moaning softly. ‘I'm about to cum,' I grunted, snapping her back to reality. ‘Oh, please do it in that one, huh?', she nodded to an empty mug on the table between us. ‘I want to see you cum.' I nodded, feverishly working my cock with the latest addition to my meagre sex toy collection. ‘Lean forward, please', I snapped ‘I want to see those lovely tits swaying under you…' Laughingly, she obliged, leaning forward, then rocking side to side. ‘Like this, huh?' she teased, smiling warmly at me as the heavy globes swayed back and forth under her. Yes. Just like that. There was no use trying to hold back. Two more strokes, and I could feel my orgasm erupting, a tad before I'd expected it to. And here I was, figuring I had it under control… I jerked the fleshlight off my cock, throwing it on the floor, sending spurt after spurt of cum over the table, grasping for the mug, missing, shooting another spurt halfway across the room towards her; at least it felt like it; before finally grabbing the mug and shooting the last, feeble spurt into it. I felt my earlobes glow with embarrassment as I came in for landing after the massive orgasm, only to see the mess I'd made; cum streaks over invoices, a pack of cigarettes, the table itself, a lighter… My companion laughed, totally losing it in a fit of laughter, her breasts jiggling as she shook ‘You should've seen yourself!!!', she eventually gasped, regaining some control over herself. ‘It was the most absurd sight I've ever seen, so incredibly hot, you in the midst of such an orgasm, frantically trying to grab my old mug…' I joined her, a bit hesitantly at first. It had indeed been comedy hour. I hoped there wasn't a surveillance camera here, for if it did, I'd be bound to find myself on some amateur blooper reel shortly. ‘Never mind, though,' she giggled. ‘I'll get that cleaned up in no time. Without getting her sweater back on, she left the room. Seconds later I heard the tell-tale sound of water pouring from a faucet and paper being torn from a roll. She returned, hand full of tissue paper, and handed me some. ‘Here, clean yourself up; then I'll show you how to clean your latest conquest afterwards.' She leaned in over the table and cleaned up any trace of my little indiscretion. I really had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the lovely form right in front of my eyes; but managed. I'd promised, after all; and I'd had a wonderful experience, I wouldn't want to ruin it by doing anything which might scare or offend her in any way. I leaned back in the sofa while cleaning most of the lube off my semi-erect cock, softly caressing it as I stared hungrily at her, finishing up the table. I followed her to the cupboard next to the office; standing close to her; still dressed like Venus of Milo, only with arms; in the tiny room, I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as she fumbled the fleshlight open, taking out the silicone innards. ‘Just hold it under lukewarm water, first, to get rid of your cum and the lube, then wipe it clean with a little bit of the toy cleaner I'll give you when we're back in the shop and it'll be ready for its next outing.' She glanced up at me, noting my attention was on her, rather than on the most useful instructions she were supplying. ‘Better leave it outside its sheath overnight to allow it to dry properly,' she said. ‘Well, unless you find you prefer to use just the inner sleeve, of course.' Quick smile. With that, she handed the toy back to me. ‘Just head back out in the shop, you. I'll be with you in a minute, just need to get dressed.' I was treated to a smile too cute to be believed, and I was bright enough not to overstay my welcome by asking for just a few more glimpses of her. I threw a last, longing glance at her beautiful, curvy shape, met her gaze; a rather lustful one at that!; and smiled at her. ‘I'll do some window shopping, then, see if I find more playthings catching my fancy.' I then turned and briskly headed back into the shop, again passing the surreal pile of inflatable dolls, one still sporting a santa's cap. She sure took her time getting dressed; I imagined she'd figured she needed a release, too. Hell, yeah - when she appeared in the door from the storeroom, she was still basking in that wonderful post-orgasmic bliss you can spot from a mile away. ‘Getting a bit carried away, are we?' I quipped in a mock stern tone. ‘How professional is it really to masturbate in the rear while there's customers waiting in the shop, huh?' She smiled sheepishly. ‘Busted. Fuck, I was so horny while you did your thing I almost leapt at you!' I laughed. ‘Glad to hear you enjoyed yourself, too; and with any luck you now know a bit more about, ah; your inventory?' She giggles. ‘Sure do, I can't wait until the next time some sod comes by, cheekily suggesting I can't possibly know how this one feels…' She worked the till. ‘I'm giving you this at a discount,' she laughed. ‘It is the first time I've ever sold a used toy. The lube and cleaner is on the house, promise me you'll take good care of your new friend!' I promised, and took my chances embracing her briefly. ‘Mind if I come back for some more shopping sometime?' I asked, voice thick with lust. She looked at me, quizzically, then shrugged. ‘Well, I happen to have another couple of toys which I could use some user feedback on…' she suggested with a smile. ‘I'll be back in a couple of weeks,' I said by way of goodbye. Heading for the doors, I realised I'd be pounding the fleshlight again seconds after returning home. I was already hard again… By Norweger for Literotica

He agrees to be her ‘focus group' for demoing toys in the adult toy store. (fetish) By Norweger.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. ‘Can I help you?' I glanced aside from the colourful products on display right in front of me, blushing mildly. The shopkeeper had done the rounds, and I, being lost in thought in front of the ‘Toys; male, solo' shelf hadn't noticed her approaching. Well, I could hardly deny I was thinking of buying a Fleshlight, as I held one; well, a securely wrapped one, luckily; in my hands as I met her friendly gaze. ‘I, ah…' Fuck. Going to an adult toy shop shouldn't be embarrassing, should it? My cheeks and earlobes grew pretty pink. ‘Well, I'm just browsing, to be honest, I…' [[MORE]] She nodded. 'Those are real good, by the way.' She giggled. ‘Well, good quality. Easy to keep clean. Rugged. For obvious reasons, I haven't taken one for a test drive myself.' I chuckled, feeling my awkwardness recede a bit. That's one way of putting it. ‘For obvious reasons…' I thought before answering ‘Well, I could hardly expect you to have, could I? That being said, shops like this are quite particular, no? Normally, asking the shopkeeper for recommendations and whether she'd used the product herself would be reasonable, but here, I guess it would get me me-too'd right away? How do you actually reply if someone holds up something and asks, well, is this one any good?' I smiled weakly while feeling my cheeks getting rosier again, hoping I hadn't overstepped any bounds. I got a chuckle for my trouble. ‘Well, please try to keep the exciting images out of your mind, but to tell you the truth, we do test quite a lot of the stuff we sell.' She blushed a little, herself. ‘Well, we must buy them, of course, though at a steep discount.' She turned her gaze down as the sentence trailed off, giving me a chance to look her over without being too obvious about it as the images she'd been warning me about started to manifest themselves to my inner eye. I guessed she could be in her early thirties, a few years younger than me. Quite cute, slender, narrow hips, a loose-fitting, turquoise sweater doing its best to hide her ample bosom… I'd already undressed her in my mind, trying to imagine her testing the huge dildos in the glass display cabinet right behind her. Oh no, I hadn't been blushing earlier. Now; NOW I was blushing. She lifted her gaze again and giggled. ‘Let me guess. Exciting images?' I could hardly deny it, and she could hardly take affront, either. I turned my own gaze down, intensely studying my rather rumpled leather boots. There was no way in hell I'd be able to meet her stare while saying it. ‘Oh, guilty as charged.' I made a helpless gesture with my arm towards the toys on display ‘I imagined both this and that, I'll admit.' ‘Well, there's a reason we don't have fitting rooms, you know!' Her giggle turned to a quick laugh which she stifled as quickly. I felt my mood rise just by hearing it; it had a chirping quality, sounded almost like a bird's cry. In improving spirits; and, frankly, quite turned on; this young, cute woman had more or less told me that she test ran a lot of the toys in the store. Now my eyes wandered around the room, desperate not to meet her stare, while every time I saw something titillating I imagined her using it on herself. Not that there was anything extraordinary about a woman in her thirties enjoying herself, but the mere thought, as she was standing two feet away from me… Fuck. I was rock hard. I hoped it wasn't too obvious. Here goes nothing. Had I first said A, I might as well say B, too. I felt a bit braver, thinking we could spin a bit on this, while still keeping it innocent. She looked amused, too. ‘That's kind of unfair, though, isn't it? Any woman walking into this store can get, ah, expert advice, whereas I, as a man, will have to take your word for it ‘Oh, this one is good; I haven't tried it, but it is good, believe me!' She laughed. Loud. ‘I swear to all that's holy, had we ever had a male shop assistant here, he'd be loaded down with all the male solo toys we could muster and be told to test the hell out of them; and take notes while he was at it!' She turned serious. ‘Wouldn't do you much good, though; I'd be most surprised if there's even a single man in town who'd casually ask another if that sex toy of his was any good or not.' I'd have to give her that. Chitchatting about sex did come a lot easier when I did it with a woman. ‘Just that. There's a reason we're all women working here,' she smiled. ‘Women sell better to both men and women than, say, a fifty-something, balding, pudgy male in a soiled T-shirt and sweat pants.' She chuckled. ‘Beg your pardon for letting my prejudices shine through, by the way.' I laughed out loud again, realizing I was getting close to asking her what she did once she'd closed shop; she had, in a few minutes since I'd become aware she even existed, shown herself to be one of those all too rare people who could get me in a good mood simply by being there; and that she could quip about sex and seemingly be at ease was an added bonus. Plus, of course, she was incredibly cute. I caught the warm, brown eyes peering out under her unruly mop of reddish hair, trying to come up with a suitable response before the silence became awkward or she trotted on through the shop, ending our moment. She glanced down at her watch, and my heart sank like a stone; opportunity wasted, I thought; until I heard what she had to say. ‘Look… Now I want you to be real careful; not getting the wrong idea as to what I am suggesting, okay? You are not going to have sex with me, capisce?' Well, she had my full and undivided attention, even if I wouldn't get to sleep with her. I nodded, firmly. No fucking her. OK. ‘I'm about to close shop, now. If you, ahem, would like to test the fleshlight before you buy it, you can do so, okay? But, you're going to have to buy it afterwards, obviously. The lube is on the house.' I gawked at her. Wow. I nodded, numbly. This couldn't be, could it? But I wouldn't want to miss this for the world. I nodded again, vigorously. She smiled a quick smile, then went to the entrance to lock the doors, glancing over her shoulder at me as she did so, throwing me another smile. Returning, she grabbed a bottle of lube from a shelf, and motioned for me to follow her as she walked past. As if I needed any prodding. ‘It'd probably be best to use our office, rather than have you go at it here under the bright lights,' she suggested softly. I just shrugged. I'd follow her anywhere. My cock was rather a simpleton. As we exited a door with a 'staff only' sign at the back of the shop, we entered the kind of storeroom you'll find somewhere in any shop in the world; shelves stocked with all kinds of goods, except… Well, these goods were very much adult toys. Darting past a crate packed to the gunwales with inflatable dolls; inflated!, she giggled ‘Meet last year's Christmas decorations; we couldn't sell them, but neither could we bring ourselves to throw them away…' I shook my head, dumbfounded. She nodded towards a green door near the corner of the storeroom ‘That's where you'll get to find out if the fleshlight is any good…' She opened the door, hinges groaning. ‘I've been meaning to grease those for ages, wonder if I can use this lube?' she mused as we entered a small-ish, run-down office. Lots of papers were covering just about any horizontal surface; a desk with a computer and a phone on it and a small coffee table in front of a battered old sofa tucked into a corner; piles of merchandise along the far wall. Nodding towards the sofa, she suggested I take a seat before seating herself on the office chair by the desk. ‘I hope you don't mind me watching. After all, I have a certain, um, professional interest in seeing how you get along with it, you know.', throwing me another smile; a warm, seemingly genuine one. She didn't appear to be wholly untouched, herself. I fumbled with the packaging. What sadist had invented welded plastic? Probably a good thing when it came to protecting sex toys on display, but when you were about to unwrap it to try it out? Not so much. My audience reached for a pair of scissors and motioned for me to lob her the fleshlight. ‘You get out of your jeans, I'll get this out, OK?' she suggested. I nodded, still not trusting my voice to bear. I hardly needed any more encouragement. I tugged at my belt, seconds later dropping my jeans to the floor, stepping out of them. My briefs were unceremoniously shoved down my thighs, and as I rose again, my almost painfully erect cock pointed arrogantly at the ceiling, the shopkeeper raising her eyebrows a little and giggling softly as she took the sight in while cutting open the packaging separating me from instant bliss. With a satisfied ‘Hah! Finally!' she pulled the fleshlight from its by now shredded plastic cover and reached over to hand it to me. I shamelessly ogled her cleavage before reverting to holding her gaze. ‘As I said, this is good shit. You won't be able to destroy this one during normal use…' She proceeded to explain how important it was to clean it after use, stressing that they had both suitable toy cleaner and disinfectant in the store. ‘Most gentle for the silicone, that stuff; unlike the dish soap most people tend to use…' Her sentence trailed off, apparently she got struck by the same thing I had; that this was an absurd time to discuss maintenance. ‘My apologies, I got a bit carried away. Here.' Accepting the toy, I glanced over at the bottle of lube perched on the edge of her desk. Turning around, she reached the bottle and spun back to present it to me. ‘There you go, put lots in the fleshlight, some around the entrance and a little on your johnson, and you're good to go.' Nodding, I did as she had suggested; an ample spurt of lube into the pale, pink thingy, then a little around the sculpted pussy lips. Bah, in a way it would have been better if they hadn't tried so hard to make it look like the real thing. ‘Seeing as you wanted my observations, I think it would have been better if it was just an opening, not modeled to look like a real pussy; you know, no matter how good this may turn out to be, it can't possibly compare to the real thing…' ‘Doh,' she exclaimed as she rolled her eyes. ‘I should have mentioned that, there's a neutral version, too; and, believe it or not, a few which are supposedly modeled after famous porn stars' pussies, whether you believe it or not. Anyway, they probably all feel the same; just look at something, anything else while you're using it.' I'd be lying if I claimed I thought it would matter much what it looked like once it was wrapped around me. Squirting a wee bit of lube in the palm of my hand, I stroked myself a couple of times, ensuring I got some on the purplish, swollen head, too; unless I slipped in unhindered, I'd be sore afterwards, of that I was certain. Positioning the fleshlight against the glans, I looked over at the shopkeeper. She stared back, eagerly anticipating my next move; not that she'd have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what that would be. Gently pressing the fleshlight towards me, I slid into my first silicone pussy. It was just tight enough to feel natural-ish, I'd hand the designers that; but it felt rather cold and, well, dead. ‘What's it like?' she asked, voice quivering slightly. ‘Oh, not too bad,' I replied ‘Though it does feel a bit cold and. ah, dead, if I may say so at the moment, but that should improve shortly…' Giving it a couple of strokes, I could already feel it begin to warm up. She raised her stare from my fleshlight-wrapped member to meet mine. ‘Fuck me, I really am not doing my job properly, now; I just remembered that the manufacturer recommend that you put it in warm water for a few minutes before use, precisely to avoid that corpse bride-feeling. My apologies.' I nodded. ‘That'd probably do the trick, I'm sure. However…'; I let it slide back and forth a few times, feeling the soft silicone caress my oh-so-erect cock; ‘it does feel really good, don't get me wrong; and it keeps getting warmer by the second!' Having said that, I stroked myself in silence for a few moments, slowly, deliberately; pulling it off me until my cock emerged from it, exposing the swollen, lube-glistening head for my very attentive audience, then shoving myself into it again. Oh yes, it felt better and better. While no one would ever mistake it for the real thing; well, no one who had ever had the good fortune to have the real thing wrapped around oneself, anyway; it definitely felt good, much better than a simple handjob. ‘It keeps getting better,' I grunted. ‘Would work better still if one could take it out of the casing, though; you know, to adjust the pressure, using it as a sleeve over my cock; would feel more alive, then.' She nodded. ‘I'll keep that in mind, in case someone asks. I believe you can take it out for cleaning, by the way; so you could probably, um, go au-naturel on it, if that's your preference.'; before again staring at my cock sliding in and out of the toy, mesmerised. I felt like I was being on display; quite naturally, seeing as that was just what I was; but caught myself enjoying it. My audience was really cute and sexy as hell; well, truth be told, I'd probably find even Margaret Thatcher hot as fuck if she had stared at my masturbating with that sultry look my watcher now sent me; but I digress. I was turned on, way beyond what I would have been had I been doing the deed at home, alone. I coughed softly, then slowing the pace a bit as I caught her stare again. ‘Uh, I know there won't be any actual sex, that's not what I'm fishing for now, but… Would you mind, ah, could I… Well, have a little glimpse of your charms? Some bare skin? Just to help me over the edge?' I must have looked like a pleading puppy, as she burst into laughter, luckily a good-natured one. After first shaking her head, she apparently had second thoughts and nodded. I swallowed. This intensely erotic moment was about to become even hotter. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and revealed a black, low-cut bra and ample cleavage. Lovely, pillowy, full breasts. My pace picked up. ‘Don't you think about touching me, don't even reach for me, OK?' she said, sternly. I nodded, hoping I looked like I'd be true to my word. God knows how reliable one looks when masturbating to the sight of the girl asking you to keep your hands off her. She apparently found my promise good enough, and, after reaching behind her back for a second, the bra fell into her lap and her breasts swung free. I swallowed again, almost in disbelief. They were really beautiful; round, full and pillowy, large, but not so large as to be saggy; they proudly stood form her chest, slightly pear-shaped, milky white and crowned by the largest, weakly drawn areolas I'd ever seen, pale pink, crested with nipples looking as if you'd be able to cut glass with them, so hard were they. She was amazing, and I wasted no time telling her so as my cock hardened further still inside the silicone wrapper I was now doing my best to fuck the daylights out of while keeping my eyes locked on the shopkeeper, occasionally falling to her wonderful breasts, but mostly maintaining eye contact. She leant back in her chair, her breasts gently parting. My turn to be mesmerised. I could already feel the familiar tingling telling me my strokes were numbered and my orgasm forthcoming; I'd be done for shortly. The fleshlight was now at body temperature, and felt much, much more lifelike, albeit still no match for a woman, I grunted through clenched teeth ‘no muscles milking me, no body thrust against mine, no hands feverishly stroking over my back, hugging me close as orgasm approaches; but it does feel pretty… pretty damned good!' Nodding absentmindedly, she stroked a hand over her right breast, cupping it, then pinching her nipple between her thumb and index finger, moaning softly. ‘I'm about to cum,' I grunted, snapping her back to reality. ‘Oh, please do it in that one, huh?', she nodded to an empty mug on the table between us. ‘I want to see you cum.' I nodded, feverishly working my cock with the latest addition to my meagre sex toy collection. ‘Lean forward, please', I snapped ‘I want to see those lovely tits swaying under you…' Laughingly, she obliged, leaning forward, then rocking side to side. ‘Like this, huh?' she teased, smiling warmly at me as the heavy globes swayed back and forth under her. Yes. Just like that. There was no use trying to hold back. Two more strokes, and I could feel my orgasm erupting, a tad before I'd expected it to. And here I was, figuring I had it under control… I jerked the fleshlight off my cock, throwing it on the floor, sending spurt after spurt of cum over the table, grasping for the mug, missing, shooting another spurt halfway across the room towards her; at least it felt like it; before finally grabbing the mug and shooting the last, feeble spurt into it. I felt my earlobes glow with embarrassment as I came in for landing after the massive orgasm, only to see the mess I'd made; cum streaks over invoices, a pack of cigarettes, the table itself, a lighter… My companion laughed, totally losing it in a fit of laughter, her breasts jiggling as she shook ‘You should've seen yourself!!!', she eventually gasped, regaining some control over herself. ‘It was the most absurd sight I've ever seen, so incredibly hot, you in the midst of such an orgasm, frantically trying to grab my old mug…' I joined her, a bit hesitantly at first. It had indeed been comedy hour. I hoped there wasn't a surveillance camera here, for if it did, I'd be bound to find myself on some amateur blooper reel shortly. ‘Never mind, though,' she giggled. ‘I'll get that cleaned up in no time. Without getting her sweater back on, she left the room. Seconds later I heard the tell-tale sound of water pouring from a faucet and paper being torn from a roll. She returned, hand full of tissue paper, and handed me some. ‘Here, clean yourself up; then I'll show you how to clean your latest conquest afterwards.' She leaned in over the table and cleaned up any trace of my little indiscretion. I really had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the lovely form right in front of my eyes; but managed. I'd promised, after all; and I'd had a wonderful experience, I wouldn't want to ruin it by doing anything which might scare or offend her in any way. I leaned back in the sofa while cleaning most of the lube off my semi-erect cock, softly caressing it as I stared hungrily at her, finishing up the table. I followed her to the cupboard next to the office; standing close to her; still dressed like Venus of Milo, only with arms; in the tiny room, I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as she fumbled the fleshlight open, taking out the silicone innards. ‘Just hold it under lukewarm water, first, to get rid of your cum and the lube, then wipe it clean with a little bit of the toy cleaner I'll give you when we're back in the shop and it'll be ready for its next outing.' She glanced up at me, noting my attention was on her, rather than on the most useful instructions she were supplying. ‘Better leave it outside its sheath overnight to allow it to dry properly,' she said. ‘Well, unless you find you prefer to use just the inner sleeve, of course.' Quick smile. With that, she handed the toy back to me. ‘Just head back out in the shop, you. I'll be with you in a minute, just need to get dressed.' I was treated to a smile too cute to be believed, and I was bright enough not to overstay my welcome by asking for just a few more glimpses of her. I threw a last, longing glance at her beautiful, curvy shape, met her gaze; a rather lustful one at that!; and smiled at her. ‘I'll do some window shopping, then, see if I find more playthings catching my fancy.' I then turned and briskly headed back into the shop, again passing the surreal pile of inflatable dolls, one still sporting a santa's cap. She sure took her time getting dressed; I imagined she'd figured she needed a release, too. Hell, yeah - when she appeared in the door from the storeroom, she was still basking in that wonderful post-orgasmic bliss you can spot from a mile away. ‘Getting a bit carried away, are we?' I quipped in a mock stern tone. ‘How professional is it really to masturbate in the rear while there's customers waiting in the shop, huh?' She smiled sheepishly. ‘Busted. Fuck, I was so horny while you did your thing I almost leapt at you!' I laughed. ‘Glad to hear you enjoyed yourself, too; and with any luck you now know a bit more about, ah; your inventory?' She giggles. ‘Sure do, I can't wait until the next time some sod comes by, cheekily suggesting I can't possibly know how this one feels…' She worked the till. ‘I'm giving you this at a discount,' she laughed. ‘It is the first time I've ever sold a used toy. The lube and cleaner is on the house, promise me you'll take good care of your new friend!' I promised, and took my chances embracing her briefly. ‘Mind if I come back for some more shopping sometime?' I asked, voice thick with lust. She looked at me, quizzically, then shrugged. ‘Well, I happen to have another couple of toys which I could use some user feedback on…' she suggested with a smile. ‘I'll be back in a couple of weeks,' I said by way of goodbye. Heading for the doors, I realised I'd be pounding the fleshlight again seconds after returning home. I was already hard again… By Norweger for Literotica

In dieser spannenden Folge des Karriere Insider Podcast spricht David Döbele mit Carsten Linker, Head of Group Treasury & Group Accounting bei der Pfleiderer Group. Als Treasurer gibt uns Carsten faszinierende Insights aus seiner Konzernkarriere, in Laufe dessen er für die Vermögen ganzer Unternehmen verantwortlich war.   Carstens LinkedIn-Profil: https://www.linkedin.com/in/carsten-linker-979236176/ Verband Deutscher Treasurer: https://www.vdtev.de/   Timestamps   00:00:00 - Intro 00:01:53 - Carstens Werdegang 00:03:28 - Bankausbildung und dann Studium an der Ruhr Uni Bochum 00:05:58 - Einstieg bei Hochtief 00:08:09 - Was ist Treasury? 00:12:07 - Praktikum im Treasury bei der Metro AG während des Studiums 00:13:05 - Risikomanagement im Treasury 00:14:28 - Ab wann macht eine Treasury Abteilung Sinn? 00:16:37 - Karriere bei Hochtief 00:19:22 - Mit welchen Banken man im Treasury arbeitet 00:20:41 - Wie Kredite verhandelt werden 00:22:31 - Die Expertisen, die mitgebracht werden 00:24:16 - Arbeitsalltag im Treasury 00:26:27 - IB-Exit ins Treasury ist selten 00:27:00 - Wechsel nach 8 Jahren von Hochtief zu Germanischer Lloyd AG 00:30:18 - Beim Merger mit DNV GL ging es nach Norwegen 00:31:34 - Mentalität der Norweger im Vergleich zu den Deutschen 00:33:13 - Beratung war für Carsten nie eine Option 00:34:46 - Wechsel zur Pfleiderer Group nach Geburt des Sohnes 00:36:18 - Oil Trading - Was ist das? 00:38:02 - Was ist Pfleiderer? 00:39:14 - Carstens Aufgaben bei Pfleiderer 00:41:38 - Wie sehen die Vermögenswerte von Unternehmen in der Regel aus? 00:44:07 - Finanzierung im Treasury 00:46:41 - Wie kommt man auf 750 Mio. 00:49:00 - Carstens Tagesablauf 00:50:11 - Gehaltsmöglichkeiten im Treasury 00:52:55 - Tagesgeschäft  00:55:11 - Übliche Finanzschwankungen 00:56:27 - Treasurer als Spielverderber 00:57:36 - Treasury während der Coronakrise 00:59:41 - Welche Themen sind aktuell wichtig? 01:00:53 - Sinnvolle Hard- und Softskills im Treasury 01:03:52 - Wie sich KI auf den Beruf auswirkt 01:04:09 - Wirtschaftswissenschaftliches Studium ist nach wie vor am wichtigsten 01:05:05 - Einstiegsmöglichkeiten für Berufsanfänger  01:07:36 - Lieber größer als kleiner greifen 01:08:21 - Carsten empfiehlt den Einstieg nach dem Master 01:09:03 - Was, wenn Einsteiger sich umorientieren wollen? 01:12:57 - Produktivitätsroutinen 01:15:09 - Umfeld und Netzwerk 01:21:49 - Kleines Q&A 01:27:07 - Outro   Weitere hilfreiche YouTube-Videos:   INVESTMENT BANKER WERDEN (Guide): https://youtu.be/nT0haK_NCIc  UNTERNEHMENSBERATER WERDEN (Guide): https://youtu.be/50Hg3nO09HA  Die besten Unis für den Bachelor: https://youtu.be/n-YSo8ss0Ks  Die besten Unis für den Master: https://youtu.be/fdKknPZzO4w  ALLE JOBS NACH DEM BWL-STUDIUM: https://youtu.be/D1Ssf6uAQlY  ALLE FINANCE JOBS nach dem BWL-Studium: https://youtu.be/6kD05whSvEU  Wenn du dich für den Berufseinstieg in Investment Banking, Unternehmensberatung oder Private Equity interessierst, haben wir hier einige nützliche Links für dich zusammengefasst.   BWL-Masterplan: https://bwl-masterplan.com/?htrafficsource=organic&hcategory=yt_organic&el=CarstenLinker Der BWL-Masterplan ist ein 11-stündiger Videokurs, der dir sehr übersichtlich aufzeigt, was dich während eines ambitionierten BWL-Studiums erwartet. 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Du erfährst wieder genau, an welchen Unis diese Leute studiert haben, wie viele Praktika sie benötigt haben, etc. - sehr zu empfehlen für jeden, der in der Strategieberatung einsteigen will.   Eine Gesamt-Übersicht über alle unsere bisher veröffentlichten Reports findest du übrigens hier: https://pumpkincareers.com/reports/?htrafficsource=organic&hcategory=yt_organic&el=CarstenLinker   Schau gerne auch noch in unserem Blog vorbei: https://pumpkincareers.com/blog/?htrafficsource=organic&hcategory=yt_organic&el=CarstenLinker   Falls du Fragen hast, die du persönlich mit uns besprechen willst, kannst du uns gerne auch auf LinkedIn (David Döbele, Jonas Stegh) oder Instagram (@pumpkincareers, @david.doebele) anschreiben.   LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/14829236/

Aloha! Der deutsche Triathlonprofi Jonas Hoffmann ist heute zu Gast im Podcast! Wir sprechen u.a. über sein WM Rennen in Kona 2024 und was sich seit dem 16. Platz für ihn verändert hat, wann und wie es zum Schritt Profi Triathlet gekommen ist, was er von einem sich übergebenden Norweger denkt (nicht respektlos gemeint!), welche Ziele er sich für die neue Saison setzt und warum er nicht schon lange vorher auf meinen Radar gekommen ist... Sehr unterhaltsame Folge mit Jonas - überall wo Du Podcasts empfangen kannst! Shownotes: Website von Jonas Hoffmann => https://jonas-hoffmann.eu/ In eigener Sache: Dir hat die heutige Folge mit Jonas Hoffmann gefallen? Prima - dann teile die Folge gerne mit deinen Freunden und Followern - sharing is caring ! Weiter freue ich mich, wenn Du Triathlon Podcast abonnierst und bewertest. Das geht überall wo es Podcasts gibt, zum Beispiel bei Spotify, Apple Podcast und überall wo es Podcasts gibt. Vielen Dank an dieser Stelle ;) Bis zur nächsten Podcastfolge , bleib sportlich und gesund und guten Rutsch in ein gesundes und erfolgreiches Neues Jahr 2025 ! Dein Marco Folge direkt herunterladen

Der Winter ist da, und was fällt in Norwegen sofort auf? Wolle! Ob im Kindergarten, auf der Skipiste oder in der Bahn – überall sieht man bunte Muster, flauschige Mützen und traditionelle Fäustlinge. Aber warum ist dieses Naturprodukt so beliebt in Norwegen? Haben die Norweger vielleicht das Stricken erfunden? Und kann Wolle sogar Leben retten?All das und noch viel mehr erwartet euch in dieser Folge, in der Laura endlich wieder mit Tori im Studio sitzt. Perfekt, um das Jahr mit einer warmen, wolligen Note ausklingen zu lassen!Wollt ihr Tickets für unser nächstes Live-Event am 09.01.25 in Oslo gewinnen? Markiert uns einfach in einem Post auf Instagram!Erwähnte Quellen:Marius-Muster: https://www.scandinavian-lifestyle.de/magazin/das-marius-muster/Selbu-Muster: https://www.visitnorway.de/typisch-norwegisch/selbuvotter/Podcast mit Strickexpertin (norwegisch): https://www.strikkeklikken.no/episoder/ingunn-grimstad-klepp-del2Danke an Rabea Knäbe von www.gute-garne.de, Sophia Michalzik von www.maschenfein.de und Lise Fredrikke Engdahl von https://www.raumagarn.no/. Folgt uns auf Instagram unter nestennorwegischWir freuen uns über Feedback oder Buchungen an: nestennorwegischpodcast@gmail.comDie Musik stammt von Uppbeat (free for Creators!):https://uppbeat.io/t/soundroll/when-my-ukulele-plays Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Die DSV-Frauen gewinnen nach langer Wartezeit eine Staffel und ein junger Norweger spielt Lucky Luke... viel zu besprechen mit Selina Grotian

Heute geht es bei Planet Trek fm um die Doppelfolge "The Maquis" aus der zweiten Staffel der Serie "Star Trek: Deep Space Nine". Es diskutieren Claudia Kern und Björn Sülter. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Heute geht es bei Planet Trek fm um die Doppelfolge "The Maquis" aus der zweiten Staffel der Serie "Star Trek: Deep Space Nine". Es diskutieren Claudia Kern und Björn Sülter.

Das Weltcup-Wochenende in Ruka war wahrlich nicht vergnügungssteuerpflichtig: Host Luis und Julia Kemp diskutieren über kritische Situationen bei widrigen Bedingungen und ob und wenn ja wie diese vermeidbar gewesen wären. Zudem lieferten sich die teils schwer gebeutelten Norweger ein mediales Wortgefecht mit Renndirektor Sandro Pertile, das ebenfalls im Fokus steht. Auf den Ergebnisliste dominieren nach wie vor DSV und ÖSV nach Belieben, während auch der "Rest der Welt" für schöne Schlagzeilen und skurrile Statistiken sorgt. Foto: Ruka Nordic Flugshow in den Sozialen Netzwerken Flugshow auf Instagram Flugshow auf Facebook Tippspiel-Liga Hechtsuppen-Rezept Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen? Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich. Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.Gern unterstützen wir dich bei deiner Podcast-Produktion.

Das Weltcup-Wochenende in Ruka war wahrlich nicht vergnügungssteuerpflichtig: Host Luis und Julia Kemp diskutieren über kritische Situationen bei widrigen Bedingungen und ob und wenn ja wie diese vermeidbar gewesen wären. Zudem lieferten sich die teils schwer gebeutelten Norweger ein mediales Wortgefecht mit Renndirektor Sandro Pertile, das ebenfalls im Fokus steht. Auf den Ergebnisliste dominieren nach wie vor DSV und ÖSV nach Belieben, während auch der "Rest der Welt" für schöne Schlagzeilen und skurrile Statistiken sorgt. Foto: Ruka Nordic Flugshow in den Sozialen Netzwerken ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Flugshow auf Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Flugshow auf Facebook Tippspiel-Liga Hechtsuppen-Rezept

Das Weltcup-Wochenende in Ruka war wahrlich nicht vergnügungssteuerpflichtig: Host Luis und Julia Kemp diskutieren über kritische Situationen bei widrigen Bedingungen und ob und wenn ja wie diese vermeidbar gewesen wären. Zudem lieferten sich die teils schwer gebeutelten Norweger ein mediales Wortgefecht mit Renndirektor Sandro Pertile, das ebenfalls im Fokus steht. Auf den Ergebnisliste dominieren nach wie vor DSV und ÖSV nach Belieben, während auch der "Rest der Welt" für schöne Schlagzeilen und skurrile Statistiken sorgt. Foto: Ruka Nordic Flugshow in den Sozialen Netzwerken Flugshow auf Instagram Flugshow auf Facebook Tippspiel-Liga Hechtsuppen-Rezept Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen? Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich. Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.Gern unterstützen wir dich bei deiner Podcast-Produktion.

Der frühere NATO-Generalsekretär Jens Stoltenberg sieht vorübergehende Gebietsabtretungen der Ukraine an Russland als mögliche Option, um den Krieg schnell zu beenden. Das sagte der Norweger im Gespräch mit Wilhelmine Preußen vom Security.Table. „Wenn die Waffenstillstandslinie bedeutet, dass Russland weiterhin alle besetzten Gebiete kontrolliert, heißt das nicht, dass die Ukraine das Gebiet für immer aufgeben muss“, erklärte der designierte Vorsitzende der Münchner Sicherheitskonferenz.Die FDP stellt sich neu auf: Ex-Justizminister Marco Buschmann soll als Generalsekretär den Wahlkampf anführen. Helene Bubrowski und Michael Bröcker analysieren diese Personalentscheidung und sprechen außerdem mit Sabine Leutheusser-Schnarrenberger, der ehemaligen FDP-Vizechefin und Justizministerin.Und die Tür zum politischen Adventskalender öffnet sich heute ein erstes Mal.Table.Briefings - For better informed decisions. Sie entscheiden besser, weil Sie besser informiert sind – das ist das Ziel von Table.Briefings. Wir verschaffen Ihnen mit jedem Professional Briefing, mit jeder Analyse und mit jedem Hintergrundstück einen Informationsvorsprung, am besten sogar einen Wettbewerbsvorteil. Table.Briefings bietet „Deep Journalism“, wir verbinden den Qualitätsanspruch von Leitmedien mit der Tiefenschärfe von Fachinformationen. Professional Briefings kostenlos kennenlernen: table.media/registrierung.Audio-Werbung Table.Today: jan.puhlman@table.media Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Bringt AI den Menschen an die Grenze zum Wahnsinn oder zum Gott? Anders Indset ist 5-facher Spiegel-Bestseller-Autor und Wirtschaftsphilosoph. Sein aktuelles Buch "Wikinger Kodex" ist jetzt verfügbar. Mehr Geschäftsideen im Newsletter: ⁠⁠digitaleoptimisten.de/newsletter⁠⁠ Mehr zu Wikinger Kodex, das neue Buch von Anders Indset. Kapitel (00:00) Intro (03:00) Anders Indset, Wirtschaftsphilosoph (06:05) Wie können wir die Zukunft antizipieren? (11:48) Was ist die wichtigste technologische Entwicklung ? (22:30) Was ist das Limit des Menschen? (30:00) Welche Nachteile hat Technologie? (42:00) Wie wird man zum Spiegel Bestseller? Der Wikinger Kodex (49:00) Braucht Deutschland den Wikinger Kodex? (55:50) Was können Führungskräfte vom Wikinger Kodex lernen? (1:04:02) Wie funktioniert das Geschäftsmodell Anders Indset? (1:12:03 Geschäftsmodell von Anders Mehr Kontext: In diesem Gespräch mit Anders Indset, Wirtschaftsphilosophen, besprechen wir die Entwicklung der Technologie und deren Einfluss auf die Gesellschaft. Indset reflektiert über seinen Werdegang, die Herausforderungen der deutschen Wirtschaft im Umgang mit neuen Technologien und die Notwendigkeit, die Zukunft aktiv zu antizipieren. Er diskutiert die exponentielle Entwicklung in verschiedenen Bereichen, insbesondere in der Technologie und im Gesundheitswesen, und stellt die Frage nach den Grenzen der Menschheit im Kontext von KI und menschlichem Bewusstsein. In dieser tiefgründigen Diskussion werden die Grenzen der menschlichen Schöpfung, die Auswirkungen von Technologie und sozialen Medien auf die Gesellschaft sowie die Suche nach Sinn in einer leistungsorientierten Welt thematisiert. Anders Indset und Alex beleuchten die Herausforderungen, die mit der Entfremdung des Menschen und der Abhängigkeit von digitalen Medien einhergehen, und diskutieren die Lehren aus der Geschichte, um eine bessere Zukunft zu gestalten. In diesem Gespräch diskutiert Anders Indset die Zukunft der Robotik und KI, die Herausforderungen der Marktwirtschaft und die Bedeutung von Erfüllung und Leistung im Leben der Menschen. Er beleuchtet die Rolle von Führungskräften in einem sich wandelnden Umfeld und die Notwendigkeit von Mikroambitionen für kollektiven Fortschritt. Indset spricht auch über sein Geschäftsmodell und die Chancen im Bereich der präventiven Gesundheit durch technologische Innovation. Keywords Wirtschaftsphilosophie, Technologie, exponentielle Entwicklung, Zukunft, Gesundheit, KI, Innovation, Philosophie, Fortschritt, Gesellschaft, Technologie, Menschlichkeit, soziale Medien, Untotigkeit, Wikinger Kodex, Sinngebung, Leistungsgesellschaft, Entfremdung, Schöpfung, Zukunft, Robotik, KI, Marktwirtschaft, Erfüllung, Leadership, Mikroambitionen, Dugnat, Geschäftsmodell, präventive Gesundheit, technologische Innovation Intro Text: Smarte Geschäftsideen und wie du sie erfolgreich machst, das kannst du von diesem Podcast erwarten. Mit AI haben wir Menschen zum ersten Mal eine Technologie entwickelt, die das Potenzial hat, schlauer als jeder Mensch zu werden. Was macht das mit der Psyche des Menschen? Was macht uns eigentlich menschlich? Und: Wenn AI die ganze Arbeit macht und wir uns auf's Wesentliche konzentrieren können - was ist das Wesentliche eigentlich? Ich freue mich, dass ich diese Fragen mit dem Wirtschaftsphilosophen Anders Indset besprechen kann. 5-facher Spiegel-Bestseller Autor, der sich genau darüber Gedanken macht. Das Schöne ist, dass der gebürtige Norweger sich in seinem aktuellen Buch "Der Wikinger Kodex" auch darüber Gedanken macht, wie eine resiliente Gesellschaft aussehen kann. Bevor's losgeht ein kleiner Hinweis: 64% aller Hörer von Digitale Optimisten haben uns über Empfehlungen entdeckt. Sende diese Folge bitte an 2 Freunde, die an Unternehmertum Spaß haben. Damit hilfst du mir mehr, als du denkst, um immer spannendere Gäste zu gewinnen. Mich erreichst du unter alexander@digitaleoptimisten.de.

"Die Welt ist gefährlich, aber die NATO ist stärker", sagt Jens Stoltenberg zum Abschied als NATO-Generalsekretär im Podcast Streitkräfte und Strategien. Im Exklusiv-Interview mit Kai Küstner schaut der Norweger zurück auf die vergangenen zehn Jahre, in denen das Militärbündnis massiv aufgerüstet hat. Kernaufgabe sei es aber, nicht zu kämpfen, sondern Krieg zu verhindern, dies sei die größte Errungenschaft seit der Gründung vor 75 Jahren. Mit Blick auf die Aggressionen Russlands sei es zwar schwierig gewesen, in seiner Amtszeit einen sinnvollen Dialog zu führen. Man müsse jetzt aber ein unkontrollierbares Wettrüsten verhindern. Es sei Sache der Ukrainer, mit Russland zu verhandeln. Die stärkste Garantie für einen dauerhaften Frieden sieht Stoltenberg in einer NATO-Mitgliedschaft und Artikel 5, also dem Bündnisfall. Auch sein Nachfolger Mark Rutte stellt bei der Amtsübergabe am 1. Oktober klar: "Wir müssen dafür sorgen, dass sich die Ukraine als souveräne, unabhängige und demokratische Nation behauptet." Im Schwerpunkt des Podcasts geht es um russische "Forschungsschiffe" in der Nord- und Ostsee. Offenbar spioniert Russland auch die kritische Infrastruktur aus. Das ist das Ergebnis des internationalen Rechercheprojekts "Russian Spy Ships". Die NDR-Reporter Benedikt Strunz und Andreas Schmidt berichten von ihrer Recherche und warum Pipelines, Daten- und Stromkabel gefährdet sind. Fragen, Kritik und Feedback gerne an: streitkraefte@ndr.de Jens Stoltenberg im Interview über 10 Jahre bei der NATO https://www.ndr.de/nachrichten/info/audio1725686.html Systematische Spionage in der Nord- und Ostsee https://www.tagesschau.de/investigativ/ndr-wdr/russland-ostsee-spionage-100.html Rechercheprojekt "Russian Spy Ships" ("Putins Flotte – Russische Spionage in der Ostsee") https://1.ard.de/putins_flotte Tagesschau-Podcast 11km mit NDR-Reporter Antonius Kempmann über spannende Einblicke in das Internationale Rechercheprojekt "Russian Spy Ships" https://1.ard.de/11KM_Ostsee_Spionageflotte Alle Folgen von Streitkräfte und Strategie: https://www.ndr.de/nachrichten/info/podcast2998.html Podcast-Tipp: Wendehausen - Heimat im Todesstreifen https://www.ardaudiothek.de/sendung/13704179/

Über die Anschaffung eines E-Autos lässt sich umfassend diskutieren. Ein norwegischer Pannendienst hat jedoch einen überzeugenden Vorteil festgestellt.

Adeyemi zaubert für Dortmund, Boniface für Leverkusen - aber gar keiner für Leipzig. Props an Guirassy und Demirovic für ihre ersten Marker in Dortmund und Stuttgart. Kiel macht die Bayern stark - oder die Bayern sich selbst? Da sind sich Jan udn Schmiso uneinig. Flick lässt Barcelona wie Graugänse fliegen - Real ist der Kameramann im Horror-Film. Arsenal gewinnt ne ganz schwere Nummer, Liverpool krankt an Altbekanntem und der Norweger in Manchester dreht völlig durch. Bei FC25 sind die Bundesliga Ratings raus! Drei Klubs dominieren - ein paar Überraschungen auch dabei.

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Über die Anschaffung eines E-Autos lässt sich umfassend diskutieren. Ein norwegischer Pannendienst hat jedoch einen überzeugenden Vorteil festgestellt.

Über die Anschaffung eines E-Autos lässt sich umfassend diskutieren. Ein norwegischer Pannendienst hat jedoch einen überzeugenden Vorteil festgestellt.

In dieser Folge sprechen wir mit Frode, einem gebürtigen Norweger, der viele Jahre im Ausland gelebt hat und nun seine Heimat und Kultur aus einer neuen Perspektive betrachtet.Woher kommt der Drang, aus den gewohnten Strukturen auszubrechen? Und warum fällt die Wahl des Wohnorts am Ende wieder auf Norwegen? Frode teilt mit uns die Herausforderungen der Wiedereingewöhnung in eine Kultur, die ihm plötzlich fremd erscheint, und erklärt, wie schnell man sich wieder an das Waffelbacken für den Fußballverein, Gespräche über Haus- und Hüttenrenovierungen und Brunost-Lunchpausen gewöhnt.Folgt uns auf Instagram unter nestennorwegischWir freuen uns über Feedback oder Buchungen an: nestennorwegischpodcast@gmail.comDie Musik stammt von Uppbeat (free for Creators!):https://uppbeat.io/t/soundroll/when-my-ukulele-plays Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Im Juni wurde in Europa ein neues EU-Parlament gewählt – und Norwegen war wieder nicht dabei. In dieser Folge sprechen Laura und Tori mit Rebekka Borsch, einer deutsch-norwegischen Journalistin und Politikerin, über die Skepsis der Norweger gegenüber der EU und die verpassten Chancen dieses relativ kleinen Landes, das immerhin rund 80 % seiner Exporte in die EU liefert. Das Ganze, wie immer, im Plauderton und frei nach dem Motto: Keine Angst vor der EU!Rebekka Borsch bei Wikipedia: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rebekka_BorschFolgt uns auf Instagram unter nestennorwegischWir freuen uns über Feedback oder Buchungen an: nestennorwegischpodcast@gmail.comDie Musik stammt von Uppbeat (free for Creators!):https://uppbeat.io/t/soundroll/when-my-ukulele-plays Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Aktien hören ist gut. Aktien kaufen ist besser. Bei unserem Partner Scalable Capital geht's unbegrenzt per Trading-Flatrate oder regelmäßig per Sparplan. Alle weiteren Infos gibt's hier: scalable.capital/oaws. Aktien + Whatsapp = Hier anmelden. Lieber als Newsletter? Geht auch.  Das Buch zum Podcast? Jetzt lesen.  Die USA hat zu viele Jobs für den Geschmack der Börse. Elon Musk kriegt zu viel Geld für den Geschmack der Norweger. GameStop hat zu wenig Wachstum für den Geschmack der Nerds. Außerdem: Geld bei Saudi Aramco, Probleme bei Vail & Boom bei Oddity. Biogas bringt Strom und Wärme. Biogas hat auch Kritik und unsichere Gesetze. Eine Chance für Envitec (WKN: A0MVLS)? InterDigital (WKN: A0MWY3) hat Patente, mit denen du diesen Podcast hörst. Jeder nutzt die Patente. Nicht jeder zahlt dafür. Das ist ein Problem. Und eine Chance. Diesen Podcast vom 10.06.2024, 3:00 Uhr stellt dir die Podstars GmbH (Noah Leidinger) zur Verfügung.

Freundschaften zwischen Zugewanderten werden oft schnell geschlossen. Doch wie sieht es mit der Bindung zu Einheimischen aus? Laura und Tori ziehen Bilanz und reflektieren, wie viele Norweger sie zu ihren engen Freunden zählen können. Sie berichten von verschiedenen Szenarien, wie sie wahre Freunde gefunden haben, und fragen sich aber auch, ob man bei der Suche nach ihnen manchmal seine Persönlichkeit hinten anstellt. Am Schluss gibt es dieses Mal ein kleines Bingo!Folgt uns auf Instagram unter nestennorwegischWir freuen uns über Feedback oder Buchungen an: nestennorwegischpodcast@gmail.comDie Musik stammt von Uppbeat (free for Creators!):https://uppbeat.io/t/soundroll/when-my-ukulele-plays Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Nach St. George ist vor Mallorca - mit Starterfeldern der Extraklasse. In Yokohama geht es außerdem um die letzten Olympia-Plätze. Nils Flieshardt und Jan Grüneberg sprechen über die derzeit stärksten Beine im Triathlon - und über einen verschollenen Norweger.

Der norwegische Philosoph und Technologie-Enthusiast Anders Indset hat mich in Bonn besucht und wir haben über zentrale Themen wie die globale Energieversorgung, künstliche Intelligenz und die – teilweise fehlende – Innovationsbereitschaft der Deutschen gesprochen. In seinem neuen Buch “Der Wikinger-Kodex” erläutert Anders, wieso die Norweger

Er ist einer der großen Polarforscher, doch das wird dem Leben von Fridtjof Nansen nicht einmal ansatzweise gerecht: Ende des 19. Jahrhunderts durchquert der Norweger als Erster das eisige Innere Grönlands, bald darauf gelingt ihm eine Expedition fast bis zum Nordpol. Später, während des ersten Weltkriegs, organisiert er umfangreiche Hilfen gegen die Hunger- und Flüchtlingskatastrophen. 1922 hilft er staatenlosen Flüchtlingen mit dem von ihm erdachten ?Nansen-Pass?. Von Sebastian Kirschner (BR 2020)

Deutschland ist das einzige der großen EU-Länder, dessen Wirtschaft im Schlussquartal geschrumpft ist und auch für dieses Jahr sind die Aussichten mau. Die AfD will im Zweifel den Briten folgen und Deutschland aus der EU nehmen. Die Wirtschaftsjournalisten Dietmar Deffner und Holger Zschäpitz diskutieren die Folgen eines solchen Dexit und streiten darüber, wie die EU der Zukunft aussehen könnte. Weitere Themen: * Wege in die finanzielle Freiheit – wie Ihr frühzeitig Eure Rentenlücke berechnet und clever vorsorgt * Milliardenschwerer Vorzeigefonds – wie die Norweger für die Zukunft vorsorgen * Spalter-Plattform TikTok – warum hier viele radikale Akteure ihr Medium gefunden haben * Die neue Wagenknecht-Partei – was die Linkpopulisten im Programm haben * Das Experiment Milei – wie Ihr beim Umbau von Argentinien mit dabei seid Impressum: https://www.welt.de/services/article7893735/Impressum.html Datenschutzerklärung: https://www.welt.de/services/article157550705/Datenschutzerklaerung-WELT-DIGITAL.html

Teil zwei mit FTI Kollege Christian Szillat, der mit seinem Land Rover Defender in Schweden und Norwegen unterwegs war. Die Themen: Ausgeglichenheit der Norweger; Der höchste Berg Skandinaviens; Wandern und Gletschertouren; Zeitmanagement; Essen in Oslo; Der tollste Fjord Dir stehen folgende Informationsquellen und Kontaktmöglichkeiten zur Verfügung: https://www.fti.de/service/reisehinweise.html Schreib uns deine Fragen, Reiseerlebnisse und Reisetipps an hello@washeldentun.de