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三月【免費線上講座】OH卡好好玩：看懂自己、增進關係，開啟斜槓新人生
Still driven to matter. Desperately. Almost 73. And I can't unwind… busted springs, broken dancer in a jewel box. This piece isn't an answer. It's an accusation. And underneath? A terrified question I can't stop asking.Is listening more your thing? Hit the headphone icon
It's the scores, the highlights, the reactions. It's the insight, behind the scenes and before the games. We're talking Habs hockey every day. Get informed, get up to date, get in the game. The Morning Show, with Conor McKenna and Shaun Starr.
In Hamburg sind es -2°, in Bayern sollen es in der Nacht -12° werden - der Winter haut nochmal voll rein! Aber die Gasspeicher sind gerade mal zu 40% gefüllt. Host Niels Walker will von Astrid Kühn aus der NDR-Info Wirtschaftsredaktion wissen: reicht das? Und wo kommt das Gas jetzt eigentlich her und wie abhängig sind wir dabei von den USA? LINKS: Hier geht es zu unserer Seite mit der Live-Gasübersicht: https://www.ndr.de/nachrichten/info/Gasspeicher-in-Deutschland-So-steht-es-um-die-Fuellstaende,gasspeicher120.html
Mit dem Transfer-Chaos um Angreifer Kennedy Okpala erwischte der SV Waldhof einen ziemlichen Stolperstart ins neue Fußball-Jahr. Nachdem der Wechsel des 21-Jährigen zum SC Paderborn nun aber fix ist, kann sich der Drittligist jetzt ganz auf den Rückrundenstart beim SC Verl konzentrieren. Ob die Testspiele im türkischen Trainingslager Anlass zur Hoffnung für einen erfolgreichen Auftakt geben, erörtern die beiden SVW-Experten Rüdiger Ofenloch und Thorsten Hof in dieser Folge ebenso wie die Stärken des SC Verl, die Vorzüge von Neuzugang Oluwaseun Ogbemudia, die Verletztenmisere vor dem Neustart und die Frage, ob das ganze Okpala-Theater nicht vermeidbar gewesen wäre.
It's all O's today as we try the all-new, very exciting Confetti Cheerios! OK...some of those are limited edition hearts...but mostly O's! Then our listener Matt points out we missed these interesting Froot Loops, and then we'll fill the third O with Millville's Honey Nut Crispy Oats. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
We're kicking off the new year like old folks with aches and pains and menopause. What's new for 2026? Doing our best to be a safe place to land when the world is too much. And introducing a very silly and bitchy segment, PEEVES! This week: People who don't read the information in front of them and just get angry, and YouTube "reactors" who forget to react because they're too busy jabbering! And somewhere in the middle of it all, we find out Pitney has no memory of the days when foods made with fake fat caused "anal leakage!" Promo: Curious Cat https://curiouscat.buzzsprout.com/ (Want to swap show promos? Email us!) We love you for listening! Please take a moment to rate and review us, and earn a STICKER! (Everyone loves stickers!) And please subscribe or add us to your favorites list on your favorite platform so you never miss a show! And share us with your cool friends, not the lame ones. Questions? Comments? Complaints? Write to us at PitneyAndAmelia@gmail.com! Check out our various socials etc at https://linktr.ee/bitchenboutique Who the heck are Pitney and Amelia? A gay guy and his fat friend talking about everything! We've got 40 YEARS of stories to share about stuff we love, stuff that annoys us, people we've known, places we've been, and things we've seen. Geeky, silly, and always opinionated. NAMES ARE CHANGED TO PROTECT THE GUILTY! We may be awful, but we're right! Here, queer, and in your ear. Every other Friday. The Bitchen Boutique is all about mental health and openness and honesty and if you're in crisis and in the US, call or text 988, or go to 988lifeline.org to reach the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline. And if you just need some friends, you've got two right here. LGBTQIA+ | Comedy | GenX | Fandom | Horror | Spirituality | Mental Health #HappyNewYear #PetPeeves #LGBTQIAplus #Comedy #GenX #Fandom #Horror #Spirituality #MentalHealth
A surprise not-totally-festive edition of Radio Clash, where I talk about a bird I think about a lot (the lost Kauaʻi ʻōʻō bird – apologies for the transliteration but those special symbols will likely gum up the works in the feed and tags) and what Christmas means to me now… I play some new and old mashups and original music – some of which is my favourites of the year, but mostly older since I don’t listen to music in the same way anymore. Loving the new Saint Etienne and Lily Allen albums though, and K-Pop Demon Hunters (DERPY 4EVAH!) and new-ish music from B. Dolan, Hallmighty and Lankum. Buckingham Nicks album gets a timely re-release (are they talking again?) so talk about that and the legendary Coffee Plant demos – and visit Aidan Moffat and RM Hubbert’s Christmas Ghost Stories album…and play the last of my choices from Tom Rasmussen’s amazing Body Building album. And some festive? festering? tracks that have been on ice stuck at the North Pole since Xmas two years ago. Joy to the world and all that, there’s a theme about wanting 2026 to be a lot less shit…but not that hopeful, concentrating on what Xmas is supposed to be about, rather than all the capitalism, food and tradition. Peace on earth for all would be a nice place to start? Not So Flappy Bird But I Bet It’s Ghost Is Angry (2:27, 201Mb) Captain Obvious – What Believing Sounds Like (Huntr/x vs Journey) Bill McClintock – Sleigh Bitch –Explicit– (Carpenters and Buckcherry) B Dolan – Fight Naked Lambrini Girls – God’s Country Problem Patterns – Christmas Number One Obscurest Vinyl – The Secrets Your Asshole Keeps Instamatic – Cranes In The Waterfall (Solange vs Stone Roses) Saint Etienne – Sweet Melodies Lewis Scarole – Moonlight Banquet (Mike Oldfield & Maggie Reilly vs Bloc Party) Lankum – Ghost Town Xinon – Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence (One Gameboy Remix) Mike Anthony – Why Can’t We Live Together Tom Rasmussen – Joy Aidan Moffat and RM Hubbert – Weihnachtsstimmung HallMighty – Drive Home Alone For Christmas (The Cars vs. Chris Rea ft Olivia Rodrigo) Jenny Stardust – My Arms Are Just Fuckin’ Stuck Like This Piers Faccini , Ballaké Sissoko – One Half Of A Dream One True Pairing – The World Said No [Domino Recording Co] Black Box Recorder – Do You Believe in God? Ben Folds – Still (Reprise) Lindsey Buckingham & Stevie Nicks – Crystal Minor Arth – This Used To Be My Playgound Love (Air vs Madonna) Aidan Moffat and RM Hubbert – Ode to Plastic Mistletoe Buckingham Nicks – Nomad (aka Candelbright) David Gilmour – Between Two Points (with Romany Gilmour) Tom Rasmussen – This Is How We Walk on the Moon SOPHIE & Hannah Diamond – Always and Forever Lily Allen – Fruityloop tbc aka Instamatic – Happy Novacaine Year (Green Day vs ABBA) tbc aka Instamatic – Chasing Epilogues (Snow Patrol vs Daft Punk)
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Weight loss Drugs - The Good, Bad & Oh Oh's Lewis Capaldi joins us! You can't pronounce what? + Callers Carrie's gone full Oompah Loompah self-tanning.Subscribe on LiSTNR: https://play.listnr.com/podcasts/carrie-and-tommySee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Caroline & Jobst im Gespräch mit Anja. Wir reden über Fragen an die Oma, Torten in Gesichter, richtiger Punk erst mit Anfang 20, Schubladen, Dr. Alban vs. Haddaway, ganz großer Nirvana-Fan sein, Karlsquell, die T-Stube in Rendsburg, Zugangscodes zu Zentren, Bully-mäßig Sein, die Beverly Hills-Gang, keine Namen - keine Strukturen, die Kommunisten-Gruppe (weil keine Pferde), Spanisch in Kiel, unbezahltes Praktikum in Berlin, Ninja Tunes & Minimal, DJ Shadow, PR-Praktikum in London, Communication Management an einer Fachhochschule in Amsterdam, endlich Leipzig, Against Me im Zoro, Tangled Lines & Dean Dirg, der Hardcore-Dienstag, Friday on my Mind in Ilses Erika, endlich Riot Grrrl kennenlernen, den Style von Tocotronic schon geil finden, die Gründung von Kenny Kenny Oh Oh, "Hier fehlt noch ne Frauenband", mehrmals auf der Fusion, zwei Löcher in der Wand, auf dem Gesang rumreiten, Carolines Riot Grrrl-Story, das Instrument spielt eher Anja als sie das Instrument, die Wichtigkeit Räume zu schaffen, die Szene-Checker aus der ersten Reihe, die damalige Relevanz von Ladyfesten, viel mehr Sichtbarkeit, zum ersten Mal Corona, Leute vom Fahrrad aus anpöbeln, die Gedenkstätte für Zwangsarbeit in Leipzig, Bildungsarbeit & Buchhaltung, Diskurs-Verschiebungen merken, Anfragen ans Bundesarchiv, ein Glas Nutella, Sonne & Fahrrad & Natur, im Alltag die Jungle World lesen, Landschafts- und Tierdokus, Waschbären in Berlin, vor 10 Jahren das letzte Mal betrunken, uvm.Drei Songs für die Playlist:1) Ein Lied das Anja mit ihrer Jugend in der norddeutschen Provinz verbindet: NIRVANA - Come As You Are2) Ein richtig guter Song aus Leipzig: KENNY KENNY OH OH - The Beauty of Absenteism 3) Ein aktuelles Lieblingslied: SYNDROME 81 - Brest la grise
Welcome to The Blathering LIVE on The Napzok Network. Part ramble, part rant, part joy, part anger -- but all done in the fashion of an old school radio show with segments and live listener calls. The on-air sign goes on, and the show goes from there. The live episodes are recorded on Ken's YouTube, Twitch, and Facebook channels.Get Ken's Comedy Album IN MY DAYPurchase Ken's book Why We Love Stars: The Great Moments That Built A Galaxy Far, Far Away.Enjoy The Moonagerskennapzok.com
Welcome to The Blathering LIVE on The Napzok Network. Part ramble, part rant, part joy, part anger -- but all done in the fashion of an old school radio show with segments and live listener calls. The on-air sign goes on, and the show goes from there. The live episodes are recorded on Ken's YouTube, Twitch, and Facebook channels.Get Ken's Comedy Album IN MY DAYPurchase Ken's book Why We Love Stars: The Great Moments That Built A Galaxy Far, Far Away.Enjoy The Moonagerskennapzok.com
It's the scores, the highlights, the reactions. It's the insight, behind the scenes and before the games. We're talking Habs hockey every day. Get informed, get up to date, get in the game. The Morning Show, with Conor McKenna and Shaun Starr.
This week on NLR: Elizabeth puts Ozempic under the microscope, Andy uncovers a tampon travesty, sports culture is a thing, and much more! It's all covered on this week's Nobody's Listening, Right? Check out our new True Crime podcast: BETH'S DEAD Learn more at: https://www.patreon.com/cw/BethsDead Support NLR Join Patreon for bonus episodes! Buy the Merch! Find us on Instagram Find us on TikTok Watch us on YouTube Shop our Amazon recommendations Here ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Chapters: 00:00 Intro 01:35 Delusional Dance Teacher Update 10:30 Body Struggles 12:35 Diet Culture 16:54 Ozempic GLP-1 25:33 Ad Break 27:12 Ozempic Vagina 27:48 Tampon Intuition 31:17 Perimenopause Itching 33:04 Camera Fail 38:05 Not In Our Bed 41:38 If Those Hotel Beds Could Talk 47:38 Andy's New Job 51:46 Sports Parents 55:14 Dog Agility Days 56:46 Golf Moms Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
Ambie and Crystal discuss a couple games they played recently, including Yggdrasil and Dreadful Meadows. Then, since it's still almost Halloween, we talk about games that have magic in them, whether it's fantasy magic or real magicians! Check out TabletopLiveNetwork.com for more info on TLN, and catch Ambie's stream at twitch.tv/ambierona! 0:00-Intro 0:38-Announcements 1:22-Recent Games - Yggdrasil 7:09-Dreadful Meadows 12:14-Magical Games 25:07-Outro 26:03-Bloopers Join our discord Support us directly at https://ko-fi.com/boardgameblitz Or shop at our merch store or our Amazon Storefront This episode was sponsored by Grey Fox Games. Use the code "BLITZ10" to get 10% off your entire cart. Consolidated Links For the full show notes visit our site at http://www.boardgameblitz.com/posts/423
Welcome to episode FOUR HUNDRED!How are our host detectives still alive after 400 episodes worth of cava?!Whatever it is, it's working, as they were both in fine fettle for this record with one of the most long wished for guests by the DWSC crew, the one and only NATALIE CASSIDY! The legendary EastEnders star provided some behind the scenes gossip, when she told us about an injury sustained when the soap transmitted a live episode.The team then explores a case, which proves the language of love can't be picked up in a dictionary - even if you happen to be French. Then to round off this Quadricentennial ep, we hear from a listener who should take the criminal activity as a sign that they might be a little outnumbered by the rest of her family. See Taylor and Hannah LIVE in Autumn / Winter '25...Thurs 16th October: Museum of Comedy London Sat 15th November: Watford Palace Theatre Mon 15th December: Komedia, Brighton Don't forget DWSC now drops TWICE weekly! Episodes will be on general release every Wednesday AND Friday.BUT you can get both shows in one hit, by going to our Patreon where you can sign up for early access and get both episodes every Tuesday.As well as this, you'll get ad free eps, invites to watch our live zoom records, video of all our studio eps, bespoke shout outs and MORE! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
【10月免費線上講座】OH卡好好玩：看懂自己、增進關係，開啟斜槓新人生
A Cheated-on Halloween Spectre Dead husband returns for revenge on wife and lover. Based on a post by LitEro Cat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The thin curtain between the living and the dead realms is weakest on All Saints Eve. Wraiths like me begin to cross into the living domain at the stroke of local midnight, but at the 3AM. witching hour, the veil briefly ceases to exist. For one hour, we can easily cross both ways. At midnight on All Saints Day, the curtain becomes impenetrable and we are stuck on either side until the next Halloween. I'm here in my former bedroom in San Diego, to avenge my murder, by my not-so-loving wife, not merely to watch her sleeping naked with my former best friend. Dead exactly one year, I've had that long to practice my deathly powers. Our atoms are spread to a tenth of our former density which allows us to appear to fly and to pierce denser objects. The only real new power we have is to affect gravity at a tiny level. That is how I can pull the sheet off my wife and her lover. I can see and feel quite well, even hear, taste, and smell the fresh scent of sex from my bed. The taste of pheromone is strong, especially when I raise her leg and lick her pussy or his shrunken cock. He is still coated in their mixed cum, so she chose not to lick him clean, as usual. I spread her pussy lips and see his cum oozing out of her. So, she shaved her red bush for him. When I lick her clit, she stirs. "Oh Bill, I can't go again. Isn't twice in an hour enough for you?" I started moving his hand off her tit, which wakes him. I raise his dick and squeeze it, as I shove some dense air hard on his balls. Twice in an hour? I was lucky to get it twice a month. "Ow! Kim, there's no need to hurt me. I was asleep. Is that how you treated Ken after sex? No wonder he was always grumpy. Don't treat me like that, or you can end up like he did." "Are you seriously threatening me? You woke me by fingering my pussy and rubbing your cock against my ass." She rolled onto her back, knees up and apart, pussy spread and leaking, big tits sloping sideways to her pits. Her red hair formed a halo around her head. She was as beautiful as I remembered, and gave me an ecto-hard on; well we don't have blood to do it, so ectoplasm has to "fill in" for it. Did I mention that we have no use for clothes so we are naked and use ectoplasm to disguise that when needed? Today, it wasn't needed. My cock swelled bigger than in life, at the thought of eating her. As soon as she dozed off again, I drifted down from the ceiling, planted my face on her wet pussy, and lapped up some cream pie on my way to her clit. My tongue pushed her hood side-to-side until it presented her hard pearly glans. I sucked and nibbled it just as she liked. She gasped and her head shot hard left. A long groan escaped her as her chest, tits and neck flushed. I still had the skills. "Oh Bill, oh. I said no more tonight. I thought you hated cream pie. Ken used to nibble on my clit like that and eat his cum. I forgot how much I miss that. Bill?" Her bright green eyes squinted. Bill was lightly snoring. Angered, she straddled his face, pulled his jaw open and spread her wet pussy to let his spent cum fill his own mouth. His body spasmed and tried to force her off, but she gripped the back of his neck and held on. He had no choice but to swallow his salty cream. He sputtered; she laughed. Seeds of discontent planted, I floated away to look for my laptop. It was in its usual place. In my small desk drawer, sat my collection of flash drives including a new pack of three. I had to create a scalpel to cut open the pack then plugged a new one into the PC. With a delicate touch, I opened WordPerfect and began typing these notes. Once I get them to admit on my USB recorder who killed me and how, I can send that to the police and have my revenge. It's 8AM. and they are eating, naked, as I listen in. They are planning to attend a one-year ceremony for me. Watching my ex bustle around the kitchen makes her sweet ass jiggle, her tits dance, and two cocks stiffen. Bill swings her around to straddle his lap and slides her smoothly onto his cock. Though I hate her, I still crave her fucking awesome body. "Oh, you feel so good, deep inside me. Bill, how long have you practiced that move? I think the first time you pulled that on me, was four years ago, when Ken insisted we go to a carnival commando, all of us. He made the mistake of removing my panties in front of you; then flashing my bare pussy as proof. That was the first time I saw your cock too, when you guys both stripped in front of me. We laughed, but that was the start for us, wasn't it?" "Yes. I recall Ken squeezing my dick and passing it to you to stroke and watch it swell. At the carnival, both of us kept spinning you so your dress flew up and you flashed everyone around. We all laughed. It wasn't until later that night, in this very kitchen, that I pulled that move and impaled you on my cock the first time. Your dress settled on us and we both felt the sparks. Then Ken came in with some wine. You went for glasses, but the fool didn't know I had just claimed your snug pussy. He must have seen me stuffing my cock away, yet said nothing. I guess he trusted us." Four years? I was a fool. That's, that's when she started refusing me sex. So they were fucking for three years before my death. Maybe if I embarrass her enough, and make her blame Bill, I can get them arguing. That will be tough since she likes exposing herself, if she can't be blamed. Wait. Is that the mourning dress she's wearing? It's backless, low on top and high on bottom. At least it's black. It's a cocktail dress for seduction, hardly for mourning. No panties or bra, just a diamond pendant to draw attention to her shapely tits. It tapers at the waist, then has a wide zipper to the bottom. I can work with that. My ceremony was at a small church. The front entrance was across a creek with a 100-foot bridge over it. Parking was near the bridge, then we had to walk it, and everyone took a moment to absorb the quiet landscape. Ignoring the gossip about disrespecting me, they walked hand-in-hand to the bridge. She shook free and walked a step ahead of him; a pretense of respect. Once she was free of him, I acted. Before she reached the middle of the bridge, I lifted her skirt to her ribs exposing her sweet ass and wanton pussy to all our old friends. She fought the dress and scowled at Bill. When she straightened up, I pushed both narrow straps off her shoulders and down to her waist. Both luscious bouncy tits, capped with hard nipples, lit up in the bright sunshine. She squealed, bringing more attention to her beautiful tits. Then glared at Bill, who shrugged innocently. She turned to go back to the car, but Bill stopped her and reminded her how inappropriate it would be to miss her husband's ceremony. She was expected to praise me from a lectern. Her angry glare burned through Bill. He dropped back a few more steps, yet the back of her dress went up above her waist in the breeze I created. Bill had to choose whether to risk telling her. He chose to stay quiet and, with the others, watched her big round naked ass wiggle across the bridge. In the church, Bill wisely chose to sit in the first row, but across the aisle from where Kim sat. The minister came to Kim and clipped a small wireless microphone to her dress. Then he started a recording of the event, to give Kim later. Finally, he opened the meeting and said a few general words. Then he introduced Kim, my "grieving" wife. When she moved into the narrow aisle, I moved her hand behind her and unzipped her dress, then slid it off. With the dress on the floor, she stood naked except for her shoes. She gasped and froze, leaving her sexy, inappropriate ass exposed to everyone. She glanced at Bill who threw his hands up. The minister had a perfect full frontal view, and stood open-mouthed. Now she was finally embarrassed; not at being naked, but at believing that everyone thought She had deliberately stripped. After a long red-faced moment where the entire front row drooled over her big swinging tits, she bent, exposing her pussy and ass hole, as she exclaimed in a loud voice that She didn't do that and it was a cheap prank by her former friend, Bill. As soon as she touched her dress, I licked her pussy which made her squeak and fall on the floor face up and legs apart, facing the gathering and making a lovely spectacle. Dress in hand, big tits dancing, she stumbled to her feet then ran past the minister, to the rest room, while the congregation sat in stunned silence. I flew through the restroom door and stared at her confused face and beautiful naked body. She leaned against a wall and tried sorting things out. When she covered her face with both hands, I ran two ecto-fingers into her wet pussy with care. She gasped. When I rubbed her clit side-to-side and sucked it, she shouted my name. The little wireless microphone caught it. The gathering assumed that was in grief. Her eyes closed, her hands gripped the wall; she began gasping louder. I edged her toward a loud orgasm; she groaned when I stopped. Edging her again got her moaning and calling my name. Sweat ran down her naked body as she twisted and shouted a stream of obscenities until I reached her G spot and twisted another finger into her tight ass. "Oh, Yes, Yes, fuck me Ken. It must be you. Bill doesn't measure up to you. He doesn't know your tricks with my clit, or G-spot, or my ass. I forgot how much, Oh-Oh, I miss sex with you. I'm so sorry we killed you. It was Bill's idea to rub peanut oil in your Halloween mask before the party. Oh-Oh, fuck me harder. After you went into shock, I swapped your mask with a clean one. I'm so sorry! Please, Bill. Please Fuck me like I used to let you!" Someone was banging hard on the door. I leaned my head through it and saw it was Bill. It was time to share a new trick with her. I formed an ecto cock, a foot long. After licking her tasty twat, I pushed my new phantom cock fully into her and made it triple width so it rubbed her lower clit and her G spot together. Her eyes crossed. As she started to climax, I twisted my ecto-finger in her ass and gave her the most intense orgasm she ever had, one that she would never have again. The minister unlocked the door and he and Bill found her confused, rubbing her clit, and drooling on the floor. Bill helped her up and put her dress on her before carrying her out to the car. I rushed home and finished typing these notes and saved them to the flash drive before my murderers arrived. As they pulled into the driveway, I opened the garage door, pulled my bike off the hangers, and rode it past them and down the road. Since they couldn't see me, all they saw was a "living" bike pedal away on its own. I flew back inside quickly. When they approached the only kitchen entry, they found it blocked by all the canned goods from the open pantry. Kim screamed. Epilogue: She accused Bill of stripping her in front of the gathering; he denied it and could not convince her. They broke up that night. The next day, police arrested them both for my murder and conspiracy. The church recording and all the witnesses to the spontaneous confession gave probable cause. I decided to hang around longer than I intended. Since I missed my window to return to the land of the dead, I watched the trial, conviction, and start of their life sentences. While I'm stuck here with the living, I visit Kim in her prison cell and fuck her daily. She scares her Hispanic cellmate when she shudders and cums. The Latina is convinced it's voodoo. The doctor thinks she is epileptic and treats her with stupefying meds and restraints. On random days, during her lunch period, I strip her in front of the lesbian prisoners and guards, bend her over a table, and fuck her to shivering orgasms as they watch. She finishes her lunch naked. I won't say what I do to Bill, daily. Nor what the Sexual predators make sport of doing, after they saw him bent over bare-assed. It will be Halloween every day for her, until I cross back. Revenge is so sweet. Jan's Ghost Guest Pam wants her house back and haunts a housewarming. LitEro Cat Ghost Guest A month after buying a distressed house, then getting it into 'move-in' shape, we threw a housewarming party for friends and new neighbors. Everything was going smoothly that day, I even kept my weekly tennis outing that Saturday. On the way home, I picked up the Deli order and just needed to change into a casual party outfit, before the guests arrived. Arriving home ,I saw the drier had failed to dry the laundry, including my intended party wardrobe choice. So I left on my tennis outfit and helped Jake set out the beverages and snacks. Then the doorbell rang, and I greeted my first guests. The few neighbors who came, were less outgoing than I hoped. Jake invited coworkers their spouses, and his hunting buddies. I invited a few couples, too. They seemed to form their own groups, with shielded whisperings whenever they looked at me or my husband, Jake. I approached one whom I knew from work, Bev, and asked about the secrecy. "Well, Jan, you know; a notorious single woman died in this house. The agent must have told you." She hadn't. Bev filled me in; "Pam was in her forties, divorced, and had a reputation for sleeping around, yet she was bitter and miserable when she got sick. She died suddenly, and no one went to her funeral. She loved this house, especially her 'meditation' room, which you converted into your workout room. Thanks for the open invitation, but don't expect any more to come. Jake's den was her 'special guest' room where she 'entertained.' Some say she still haunts this place and they won't enter." "Isn't that silly, believing in ghosts?" I smirked. A glass slid across the buffet table and crashed on the floor, though no one was near the table. The crowd hushed and stared. "No worries.” I assured them all. “Someone must have bumped the table. Jake, would you clean that up?" House Tour. I continued to show the house. When I got to the meditation room, something swiftly unzipped and pulled my short tennis skirt to the floor. No one was near me. As I quickly fixed it and reached up to show pull bar on the Nautilus exercise machine, my crop top pulled off me with so much force, it pulled me off balance, then it flew across the room. Some guests trembled in fear, others simply smiled knowingly, and looked around. Before I let go of the pull bar, to fetch my top, my bra unclipped and flew across the room. As if baring my tits to my guests wasn't enough, something bonded my grip to the bar and held my arms straight up. Every man there tented his slacks. Still in denial, and refusing to be embarrassed, I begged, "Great gag. Who's doing this?" "Say what I say, or more punishment comes." came a hoarse voice in my ear. Startled, I looked around and shouted to empty air, "No. I won't say that. Who are you?" The crowd of about 15 people looked at me and stared at my dangling tits. Then, my mouth spoke Pam's words, "Everybody Join Me. Show Off Your Tits. Come Look At Mine And Feel Them." Two women then bared their tits, staring at me, entranced. Their men approached me and felt my tits. They pinched my nipples, shrugged, and walked away. When they approached the door, it slammed shut. No one could open it. Though my arms were still held up, Pam was more annoyed and pulled my skirt to the floor again. I shrieked and stood topless in my sheer thong. My guests began to understand my connection to Pam. The same two men circled me and examined my ass with their eyes and fingers as others felt panic rise. Pam finally released my grip, and I sat at the workout bench. The ghost named Pam then forced my arms down, made them unzip the men, and extract their stiff cocks. "Repeat for me, Pam ordered. Then I declared her words; “These Two Happily Married Men, And Others Of You, Frequented My Guest Room, And Tasted My Charms." Pam controlled my hands as I jerked the two men, as their wives and other guests watched. The men resisted, yet stepped out of their slacks as if in a trance, and felt up my flawless ass. When I strained to stop jerking the men, Pam whispered, "Still resisting? Okay." I was pressed onto my back, lying on the workout bench. I was Still stroking two big, stiff cocks, my thong got yanked, then started to slide down. When my minimal bush appeared, the two topless women gasped and rubbed themselves; their husbands smiled. The loss of my thong exposed my stiff clit. Seeing no harm in Pam's control, I began to enjoy showing off my body without shame. Several men moaned, including Jake. When the loss of the thong exposed my swollen labia, as the stretchy little cloth fell to my feet, I was deliciously naked in my housewarming, in front of my captive audience. To keep up appearances, I shouted, "Someone help. What's happening?" I wondered if they could see how wet I was. "We tried to warn you.” Bev said. “Pam was a vindictive bitch. She's not done with you yet." "Well, this is my house now and I make the rules." That may have been too much for Pam to accept. She whispered, "Really? Let's move to the weight bench and see." Against my will, Both my tits rose up as if pulled by my nipples, then dropped heavily. My mouth dropped with the sudden pain. Looking down, I saw my nipples being twisted and pinched though no one touched me. Something kicked my feet apart and spread my lips open for my guests. I felt a cold chill lick me, and then something unseen enter my pussy. It felt bigger than any cock I'd ever had in me. The pain matched the pleasure it gave. My clit shifted and jumped from its hood. I felt teeth scraping it. When my tits were squeezed and released, with my nipples twisting up tall and hard, I screamed out an ear-piercing climax. Hanging my gasping head, I fell to my knees and pulled the two cocks I still held; to my mouth. Already at the edge, my tongue lapping their cocks was enough to make both cum around and in my mouth. As I swallowed their cum, a chilly finger twisted into my ass. I came again and fell on my chest as the cold finger fucked my ass. I'm No stranger to anal, and that was still something wonderful and new. The two wives, already knowing their husbands had sought out Pam for casual sex, watched their men cum on me. Their fingers were quietly in their panties, jilling their pussies and rubbing their clits. They twisted their tall nipples and climaxed when their husbands did. Everyone watched the two women fully strip, then attack each other's husband expecting their stiffness to last longer after their release. Pam smiled knowing the town's secrets and seeing that one exposed. The icy finger left my ass; I sighed. Though I began believing, I said, "This is an elaborate trick. I still won't believe in ghosts." "Really? Explain This." Speaking Pam's words, I said, "No one has helped Jan arrange anything in this room, so no one knows what's in Jan's closet. Yet I do." The closet door swung open, revealing a box which fell open, off the high shelf. In it were several vibrators. One of them lifted up and moved to my hand. Still naked, cum covered, and several feet from anyone, I levitated a few feet. Turned to face the weight bench face down, I felt an angled pillow move under me. When I lay across it with my hips on it, I knew my bare ass was offered to all. With my legs pulled apart, my rear hole and special rear view of my swollen, wet pussy were clearly lit. I heard someone whisper, "Beautiful pussy." I sighed with pride. A spanking paddle flew out of the closet and slammed my ass hard on one cheek. Jake later told me my ass flushed bright red as I screamed. My arms were pinned so I had no defense against the hard whack on my other cheek. "Believe Me Now, Bitch?" "No!" "Now you're just being stubborn. Or are you starting to enjoy this? Can't have that." My sexy cheeks spread, my lusty pussy on display, Pam showed everyone my winking, crinkled hole. The vibrator in my hand flew up and twisted itself into my pussy before turning on. Another vibrator flew from the box and wormed its way into my ass before turning on. The paddle went high, then slapped one cheek hard before rising again and slapping the other. I groaned and climaxed again as if full of two, big cocks. Bev said, "Jan, give up. She will just continue to torture you until you do.” Give her what she demands. Then The fun will end." "OK. I believe you, Pam. Are you satisfied, bitch? Show yourself. What do you want?" In Pam's voice, "I want my home back. But I know I need someone to be my contact. If you refuse, then you must move out." I answered, "If you can live here peacefully with us, we can have fun together. May I have my clothes back?" "Not yet, Jan. Let's move to the new den." I flew off the bench and landed in front of my guests. Bev passed me a napkin to wipe the cum off my face. In the den, Pam spoke through me again, "My Queen bed took most of this room. This is where I fucked most of the men here, and went down with several women. Jan should know who her neighbors are." Jake flew up a few feet, threw up his arms, and his shirt flew off. The rest of his clothes flew off next and he was as naked as I was. Everything on his desk slid to the floor as Jake gently lay on his back there with his stiff cock pointing up. His knees came up with a grunt as his cock bent stiffly down. He moaned, "oh, so cold," as a misty image of a beautiful, shapely, greenish, young woman appeared above him with her cheeks sucking on his cock. Many terrified fingers pointed; Bev said, "That's her; that's Pam.” Another said; “I'd know her perfect tits and ass anywhere. Oops." Her secret was out. It was not to be the last. Pam pointed at Bev and in Pam's voice she said. "Yes, Bev and I were lovers. Jake here was one of my clients for several years, though Jan didn't know. I pushed him to buy my house from probate, so we could continue to fuck, with a provision. I wanted him and Jan to be my daily lovers and all my other clients to be welcome here in my bed. Jake agreed. Do you agree, Jan? Watch what I can make your husband do for me and in you." Jake lurched and grunted several times as he launched a fountain of cum into Pam's mouth and through her head. The plume of cum fell back through her and landed on his balls. "Bev, come lick this up. Jan, we await your decision." Pam was All smiles as Bev approached Jake, hungry for his cum, her clothes fell off with each step. By the time she spread his legs, she was tit-slinging naked in front of her neighbors, yet she didn't mind. She lifted his balls and began licking them clean, his shaft, his crown, and sucking the last of his cream from him. He was so thrilled with the intense warmth of her mouth, he came again, nearly filling her cheeks. I'd never seen my husband launch his cum like that, or Bev naked and hungry like that. When I approached, Bev was sharply bent over. I knelt behind her, spread her smooth cheeks and licked her wrinkled hole as my thumb pumped her pussy and spread her tangy juice around her anus. When I gently shifted her clit, she gifted me with a flood of her nectar. I fingered myself and mixed my juice with hers. The taste made me dizzy. She made Jake cum again and swallowed it all. I stood and settled my sex against her warm ass. Pam, still floating above them, rotated until her legs spread around me and I saw, then tasted her chilly, soaked pussy. Nearly as dense as when alive, I mumbled into her sweet-tasting pussy, "Yes, Yes. I accept. I want this pussy daily and I want all of you to feel free to visit us like this. We'll also have a monthly party for all of you. Thank you, Pam." Based on a post by LitEro Cat, for Literotica.
A Cheated-on Halloween Spectre Dead husband returns for revenge on wife and lover. Based on a post by LitEro Cat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The thin curtain between the living and the dead realms is weakest on All Saints Eve. Wraiths like me begin to cross into the living domain at the stroke of local midnight, but at the 3AM. witching hour, the veil briefly ceases to exist. For one hour, we can easily cross both ways. At midnight on All Saints Day, the curtain becomes impenetrable and we are stuck on either side until the next Halloween. I'm here in my former bedroom in San Diego, to avenge my murder, by my not-so-loving wife, not merely to watch her sleeping naked with my former best friend. Dead exactly one year, I've had that long to practice my deathly powers. Our atoms are spread to a tenth of our former density which allows us to appear to fly and to pierce denser objects. The only real new power we have is to affect gravity at a tiny level. That is how I can pull the sheet off my wife and her lover. I can see and feel quite well, even hear, taste, and smell the fresh scent of sex from my bed. The taste of pheromone is strong, especially when I raise her leg and lick her pussy or his shrunken cock. He is still coated in their mixed cum, so she chose not to lick him clean, as usual. I spread her pussy lips and see his cum oozing out of her. So, she shaved her red bush for him. When I lick her clit, she stirs. "Oh Bill, I can't go again. Isn't twice in an hour enough for you?" I started moving his hand off her tit, which wakes him. I raise his dick and squeeze it, as I shove some dense air hard on his balls. Twice in an hour? I was lucky to get it twice a month. "Ow! Kim, there's no need to hurt me. I was asleep. Is that how you treated Ken after sex? No wonder he was always grumpy. Don't treat me like that, or you can end up like he did." "Are you seriously threatening me? You woke me by fingering my pussy and rubbing your cock against my ass." She rolled onto her back, knees up and apart, pussy spread and leaking, big tits sloping sideways to her pits. Her red hair formed a halo around her head. She was as beautiful as I remembered, and gave me an ecto-hard on; well we don't have blood to do it, so ectoplasm has to "fill in" for it. Did I mention that we have no use for clothes so we are naked and use ectoplasm to disguise that when needed? Today, it wasn't needed. My cock swelled bigger than in life, at the thought of eating her. As soon as she dozed off again, I drifted down from the ceiling, planted my face on her wet pussy, and lapped up some cream pie on my way to her clit. My tongue pushed her hood side-to-side until it presented her hard pearly glans. I sucked and nibbled it just as she liked. She gasped and her head shot hard left. A long groan escaped her as her chest, tits and neck flushed. I still had the skills. "Oh Bill, oh. I said no more tonight. I thought you hated cream pie. Ken used to nibble on my clit like that and eat his cum. I forgot how much I miss that. Bill?" Her bright green eyes squinted. Bill was lightly snoring. Angered, she straddled his face, pulled his jaw open and spread her wet pussy to let his spent cum fill his own mouth. His body spasmed and tried to force her off, but she gripped the back of his neck and held on. He had no choice but to swallow his salty cream. He sputtered; she laughed. Seeds of discontent planted, I floated away to look for my laptop. It was in its usual place. In my small desk drawer, sat my collection of flash drives including a new pack of three. I had to create a scalpel to cut open the pack then plugged a new one into the PC. With a delicate touch, I opened WordPerfect and began typing these notes. Once I get them to admit on my USB recorder who killed me and how, I can send that to the police and have my revenge. It's 8AM. and they are eating, naked, as I listen in. They are planning to attend a one-year ceremony for me. Watching my ex bustle around the kitchen makes her sweet ass jiggle, her tits dance, and two cocks stiffen. Bill swings her around to straddle his lap and slides her smoothly onto his cock. Though I hate her, I still crave her fucking awesome body. "Oh, you feel so good, deep inside me. Bill, how long have you practiced that move? I think the first time you pulled that on me, was four years ago, when Ken insisted we go to a carnival commando, all of us. He made the mistake of removing my panties in front of you; then flashing my bare pussy as proof. That was the first time I saw your cock too, when you guys both stripped in front of me. We laughed, but that was the start for us, wasn't it?" "Yes. I recall Ken squeezing my dick and passing it to you to stroke and watch it swell. At the carnival, both of us kept spinning you so your dress flew up and you flashed everyone around. We all laughed. It wasn't until later that night, in this very kitchen, that I pulled that move and impaled you on my cock the first time. Your dress settled on us and we both felt the sparks. Then Ken came in with some wine. You went for glasses, but the fool didn't know I had just claimed your snug pussy. He must have seen me stuffing my cock away, yet said nothing. I guess he trusted us." Four years? I was a fool. That's, that's when she started refusing me sex. So they were fucking for three years before my death. Maybe if I embarrass her enough, and make her blame Bill, I can get them arguing. That will be tough since she likes exposing herself, if she can't be blamed. Wait. Is that the mourning dress she's wearing? It's backless, low on top and high on bottom. At least it's black. It's a cocktail dress for seduction, hardly for mourning. No panties or bra, just a diamond pendant to draw attention to her shapely tits. It tapers at the waist, then has a wide zipper to the bottom. I can work with that. My ceremony was at a small church. The front entrance was across a creek with a 100-foot bridge over it. Parking was near the bridge, then we had to walk it, and everyone took a moment to absorb the quiet landscape. Ignoring the gossip about disrespecting me, they walked hand-in-hand to the bridge. She shook free and walked a step ahead of him; a pretense of respect. Once she was free of him, I acted. Before she reached the middle of the bridge, I lifted her skirt to her ribs exposing her sweet ass and wanton pussy to all our old friends. She fought the dress and scowled at Bill. When she straightened up, I pushed both narrow straps off her shoulders and down to her waist. Both luscious bouncy tits, capped with hard nipples, lit up in the bright sunshine. She squealed, bringing more attention to her beautiful tits. Then glared at Bill, who shrugged innocently. She turned to go back to the car, but Bill stopped her and reminded her how inappropriate it would be to miss her husband's ceremony. She was expected to praise me from a lectern. Her angry glare burned through Bill. He dropped back a few more steps, yet the back of her dress went up above her waist in the breeze I created. Bill had to choose whether to risk telling her. He chose to stay quiet and, with the others, watched her big round naked ass wiggle across the bridge. In the church, Bill wisely chose to sit in the first row, but across the aisle from where Kim sat. The minister came to Kim and clipped a small wireless microphone to her dress. Then he started a recording of the event, to give Kim later. Finally, he opened the meeting and said a few general words. Then he introduced Kim, my "grieving" wife. When she moved into the narrow aisle, I moved her hand behind her and unzipped her dress, then slid it off. With the dress on the floor, she stood naked except for her shoes. She gasped and froze, leaving her sexy, inappropriate ass exposed to everyone. She glanced at Bill who threw his hands up. The minister had a perfect full frontal view, and stood open-mouthed. Now she was finally embarrassed; not at being naked, but at believing that everyone thought She had deliberately stripped. After a long red-faced moment where the entire front row drooled over her big swinging tits, she bent, exposing her pussy and ass hole, as she exclaimed in a loud voice that She didn't do that and it was a cheap prank by her former friend, Bill. As soon as she touched her dress, I licked her pussy which made her squeak and fall on the floor face up and legs apart, facing the gathering and making a lovely spectacle. Dress in hand, big tits dancing, she stumbled to her feet then ran past the minister, to the rest room, while the congregation sat in stunned silence. I flew through the restroom door and stared at her confused face and beautiful naked body. She leaned against a wall and tried sorting things out. When she covered her face with both hands, I ran two ecto-fingers into her wet pussy with care. She gasped. When I rubbed her clit side-to-side and sucked it, she shouted my name. The little wireless microphone caught it. The gathering assumed that was in grief. Her eyes closed, her hands gripped the wall; she began gasping louder. I edged her toward a loud orgasm; she groaned when I stopped. Edging her again got her moaning and calling my name. Sweat ran down her naked body as she twisted and shouted a stream of obscenities until I reached her G spot and twisted another finger into her tight ass. "Oh, Yes, Yes, fuck me Ken. It must be you. Bill doesn't measure up to you. He doesn't know your tricks with my clit, or G-spot, or my ass. I forgot how much, Oh-Oh, I miss sex with you. I'm so sorry we killed you. It was Bill's idea to rub peanut oil in your Halloween mask before the party. Oh-Oh, fuck me harder. After you went into shock, I swapped your mask with a clean one. I'm so sorry! Please, Bill. Please Fuck me like I used to let you!" Someone was banging hard on the door. I leaned my head through it and saw it was Bill. It was time to share a new trick with her. I formed an ecto cock, a foot long. After licking her tasty twat, I pushed my new phantom cock fully into her and made it triple width so it rubbed her lower clit and her G spot together. Her eyes crossed. As she started to climax, I twisted my ecto-finger in her ass and gave her the most intense orgasm she ever had, one that she would never have again. The minister unlocked the door and he and Bill found her confused, rubbing her clit, and drooling on the floor. Bill helped her up and put her dress on her before carrying her out to the car. I rushed home and finished typing these notes and saved them to the flash drive before my murderers arrived. As they pulled into the driveway, I opened the garage door, pulled my bike off the hangers, and rode it past them and down the road. Since they couldn't see me, all they saw was a "living" bike pedal away on its own. I flew back inside quickly. When they approached the only kitchen entry, they found it blocked by all the canned goods from the open pantry. Kim screamed. Epilogue: She accused Bill of stripping her in front of the gathering; he denied it and could not convince her. They broke up that night. The next day, police arrested them both for my murder and conspiracy. The church recording and all the witnesses to the spontaneous confession gave probable cause. I decided to hang around longer than I intended. Since I missed my window to return to the land of the dead, I watched the trial, conviction, and start of their life sentences. While I'm stuck here with the living, I visit Kim in her prison cell and fuck her daily. She scares her Hispanic cellmate when she shudders and cums. The Latina is convinced it's voodoo. The doctor thinks she is epileptic and treats her with stupefying meds and restraints. On random days, during her lunch period, I strip her in front of the lesbian prisoners and guards, bend her over a table, and fuck her to shivering orgasms as they watch. She finishes her lunch naked. I won't say what I do to Bill, daily. Nor what the Sexual predators make sport of doing, after they saw him bent over bare-assed. It will be Halloween every day for her, until I cross back. Revenge is so sweet. Jan's Ghost Guest Pam wants her house back and haunts a housewarming. LitEro Cat Ghost Guest A month after buying a distressed house, then getting it into 'move-in' shape, we threw a housewarming party for friends and new neighbors. Everything was going smoothly that day, I even kept my weekly tennis outing that Saturday. On the way home, I picked up the Deli order and just needed to change into a casual party outfit, before the guests arrived. Arriving home ,I saw the drier had failed to dry the laundry, including my intended party wardrobe choice. So I left on my tennis outfit and helped Jake set out the beverages and snacks. Then the doorbell rang, and I greeted my first guests. The few neighbors who came, were less outgoing than I hoped. Jake invited coworkers their spouses, and his hunting buddies. I invited a few couples, too. They seemed to form their own groups, with shielded whisperings whenever they looked at me or my husband, Jake. I approached one whom I knew from work, Bev, and asked about the secrecy. "Well, Jan, you know; a notorious single woman died in this house. The agent must have told you." She hadn't. Bev filled me in; "Pam was in her forties, divorced, and had a reputation for sleeping around, yet she was bitter and miserable when she got sick. She died suddenly, and no one went to her funeral. She loved this house, especially her 'meditation' room, which you converted into your workout room. Thanks for the open invitation, but don't expect any more to come. Jake's den was her 'special guest' room where she 'entertained.' Some say she still haunts this place and they won't enter." "Isn't that silly, believing in ghosts?" I smirked. A glass slid across the buffet table and crashed on the floor, though no one was near the table. The crowd hushed and stared. "No worries.” I assured them all. “Someone must have bumped the table. Jake, would you clean that up?" House Tour. I continued to show the house. When I got to the meditation room, something swiftly unzipped and pulled my short tennis skirt to the floor. No one was near me. As I quickly fixed it and reached up to show pull bar on the Nautilus exercise machine, my crop top pulled off me with so much force, it pulled me off balance, then it flew across the room. Some guests trembled in fear, others simply smiled knowingly, and looked around. Before I let go of the pull bar, to fetch my top, my bra unclipped and flew across the room. As if baring my tits to my guests wasn't enough, something bonded my grip to the bar and held my arms straight up. Every man there tented his slacks. Still in denial, and refusing to be embarrassed, I begged, "Great gag. Who's doing this?" "Say what I say, or more punishment comes." came a hoarse voice in my ear. Startled, I looked around and shouted to empty air, "No. I won't say that. Who are you?" The crowd of about 15 people looked at me and stared at my dangling tits. Then, my mouth spoke Pam's words, "Everybody Join Me. Show Off Your Tits. Come Look At Mine And Feel Them." Two women then bared their tits, staring at me, entranced. Their men approached me and felt my tits. They pinched my nipples, shrugged, and walked away. When they approached the door, it slammed shut. No one could open it. Though my arms were still held up, Pam was more annoyed and pulled my skirt to the floor again. I shrieked and stood topless in my sheer thong. My guests began to understand my connection to Pam. The same two men circled me and examined my ass with their eyes and fingers as others felt panic rise. Pam finally released my grip, and I sat at the workout bench. The ghost named Pam then forced my arms down, made them unzip the men, and extract their stiff cocks. "Repeat for me, Pam ordered. Then I declared her words; “These Two Happily Married Men, And Others Of You, Frequented My Guest Room, And Tasted My Charms." Pam controlled my hands as I jerked the two men, as their wives and other guests watched. The men resisted, yet stepped out of their slacks as if in a trance, and felt up my flawless ass. When I strained to stop jerking the men, Pam whispered, "Still resisting? Okay." I was pressed onto my back, lying on the workout bench. I was Still stroking two big, stiff cocks, my thong got yanked, then started to slide down. When my minimal bush appeared, the two topless women gasped and rubbed themselves; their husbands smiled. The loss of my thong exposed my stiff clit. Seeing no harm in Pam's control, I began to enjoy showing off my body without shame. Several men moaned, including Jake. When the loss of the thong exposed my swollen labia, as the stretchy little cloth fell to my feet, I was deliciously naked in my housewarming, in front of my captive audience. To keep up appearances, I shouted, "Someone help. What's happening?" I wondered if they could see how wet I was. "We tried to warn you.” Bev said. “Pam was a vindictive bitch. She's not done with you yet." "Well, this is my house now and I make the rules." That may have been too much for Pam to accept. She whispered, "Really? Let's move to the weight bench and see." Against my will, Both my tits rose up as if pulled by my nipples, then dropped heavily. My mouth dropped with the sudden pain. Looking down, I saw my nipples being twisted and pinched though no one touched me. Something kicked my feet apart and spread my lips open for my guests. I felt a cold chill lick me, and then something unseen enter my pussy. It felt bigger than any cock I'd ever had in me. The pain matched the pleasure it gave. My clit shifted and jumped from its hood. I felt teeth scraping it. When my tits were squeezed and released, with my nipples twisting up tall and hard, I screamed out an ear-piercing climax. Hanging my gasping head, I fell to my knees and pulled the two cocks I still held; to my mouth. Already at the edge, my tongue lapping their cocks was enough to make both cum around and in my mouth. As I swallowed their cum, a chilly finger twisted into my ass. I came again and fell on my chest as the cold finger fucked my ass. I'm No stranger to anal, and that was still something wonderful and new. The two wives, already knowing their husbands had sought out Pam for casual sex, watched their men cum on me. Their fingers were quietly in their panties, jilling their pussies and rubbing their clits. They twisted their tall nipples and climaxed when their husbands did. Everyone watched the two women fully strip, then attack each other's husband expecting their stiffness to last longer after their release. Pam smiled knowing the town's secrets and seeing that one exposed. The icy finger left my ass; I sighed. Though I began believing, I said, "This is an elaborate trick. I still won't believe in ghosts." "Really? Explain This." Speaking Pam's words, I said, "No one has helped Jan arrange anything in this room, so no one knows what's in Jan's closet. Yet I do." The closet door swung open, revealing a box which fell open, off the high shelf. In it were several vibrators. One of them lifted up and moved to my hand. Still naked, cum covered, and several feet from anyone, I levitated a few feet. Turned to face the weight bench face down, I felt an angled pillow move under me. When I lay across it with my hips on it, I knew my bare ass was offered to all. With my legs pulled apart, my rear hole and special rear view of my swollen, wet pussy were clearly lit. I heard someone whisper, "Beautiful pussy." I sighed with pride. A spanking paddle flew out of the closet and slammed my ass hard on one cheek. Jake later told me my ass flushed bright red as I screamed. My arms were pinned so I had no defense against the hard whack on my other cheek. "Believe Me Now, Bitch?" "No!" "Now you're just being stubborn. Or are you starting to enjoy this? Can't have that." My sexy cheeks spread, my lusty pussy on display, Pam showed everyone my winking, crinkled hole. The vibrator in my hand flew up and twisted itself into my pussy before turning on. Another vibrator flew from the box and wormed its way into my ass before turning on. The paddle went high, then slapped one cheek hard before rising again and slapping the other. I groaned and climaxed again as if full of two, big cocks. Bev said, "Jan, give up. She will just continue to torture you until you do.” Give her what she demands. Then The fun will end." "OK. I believe you, Pam. Are you satisfied, bitch? Show yourself. What do you want?" In Pam's voice, "I want my home back. But I know I need someone to be my contact. If you refuse, then you must move out." I answered, "If you can live here peacefully with us, we can have fun together. May I have my clothes back?" "Not yet, Jan. Let's move to the new den." I flew off the bench and landed in front of my guests. Bev passed me a napkin to wipe the cum off my face. In the den, Pam spoke through me again, "My Queen bed took most of this room. This is where I fucked most of the men here, and went down with several women. Jan should know who her neighbors are." Jake flew up a few feet, threw up his arms, and his shirt flew off. The rest of his clothes flew off next and he was as naked as I was. Everything on his desk slid to the floor as Jake gently lay on his back there with his stiff cock pointing up. His knees came up with a grunt as his cock bent stiffly down. He moaned, "oh, so cold," as a misty image of a beautiful, shapely, greenish, young woman appeared above him with her cheeks sucking on his cock. Many terrified fingers pointed; Bev said, "That's her; that's Pam.” Another said; “I'd know her perfect tits and ass anywhere. Oops." Her secret was out. It was not to be the last. Pam pointed at Bev and in Pam's voice she said. "Yes, Bev and I were lovers. Jake here was one of my clients for several years, though Jan didn't know. I pushed him to buy my house from probate, so we could continue to fuck, with a provision. I wanted him and Jan to be my daily lovers and all my other clients to be welcome here in my bed. Jake agreed. Do you agree, Jan? Watch what I can make your husband do for me and in you." Jake lurched and grunted several times as he launched a fountain of cum into Pam's mouth and through her head. The plume of cum fell back through her and landed on his balls. "Bev, come lick this up. Jan, we await your decision." Pam was All smiles as Bev approached Jake, hungry for his cum, her clothes fell off with each step. By the time she spread his legs, she was tit-slinging naked in front of her neighbors, yet she didn't mind. She lifted his balls and began licking them clean, his shaft, his crown, and sucking the last of his cream from him. He was so thrilled with the intense warmth of her mouth, he came again, nearly filling her cheeks. I'd never seen my husband launch his cum like that, or Bev naked and hungry like that. When I approached, Bev was sharply bent over. I knelt behind her, spread her smooth cheeks and licked her wrinkled hole as my thumb pumped her pussy and spread her tangy juice around her anus. When I gently shifted her clit, she gifted me with a flood of her nectar. I fingered myself and mixed my juice with hers. The taste made me dizzy. She made Jake cum again and swallowed it all. I stood and settled my sex against her warm ass. Pam, still floating above them, rotated until her legs spread around me and I saw, then tasted her chilly, soaked pussy. Nearly as dense as when alive, I mumbled into her sweet-tasting pussy, "Yes, Yes. I accept. I want this pussy daily and I want all of you to feel free to visit us like this. We'll also have a monthly party for all of you. Thank you, Pam." Based on a post by LitEro Cat, for Literotica.
Sal Licata opens Wednesday's show with an honest discussion about the Mets' standing in the NL East amidst their series with the Philadelphia Phillies.
From MPR News, Art Hounds are members of the Minnesota arts community who look beyond their own work to highlight what's exciting in local art. Their recommendations are lightly edited from the audio heard in the player above. Want to be an Art Hound? Submit here.A clown's farewell at the FringeThe Minnesota Fringe Festival continues through Sunday, Aug. 10, with nearly 100 shows presented in 90-minute intervals at theaters around the Twin Cities.Phillip Schramm, an improviser and theater maker in Minneapolis, particularly recommends seeing “Clown Funeral” at Theatre in the Round in Minneapolis, Saturday at 1 p.m. The show is billed as appropriate for ages 12–15 and up.“The funeral is about Bongo, a clown that has passed away, and there are four other clowns that are there to kind of honor his memory, and it goes the way you would think,” Schramm says. “It's a clown show. So there are bits of physical comedy, of just them assembling the coffin. There's word play. There's one clown that really only speaks through art. Everything you would want in a clowning show is in ‘Clown Funeral.'”One delightful touch, Schramm says, is red clown noses at the entry that audience members can take and wear. Because the theater is in the round, you can see the audience members wearing red clown noses throughout the show.Painting the urgency of climate changeSuzie Marty, gallery curator of Everett & Charlie in Minneapolis, recommends “2°C,” a joint exhibit by painters Drevis Hager of Minneapolis and Mark Granlund of Red Wing that focuses on climate change. The exhibit runs through Saturday, Aug. 9 at the Hamilton Gallery in Minneapolis.Marty called the paintings moving and beautiful, even as they drive home the seriousness of climate change. She pointed toward Granlund's paintings with unusual materials, including tar, and his surprising pairings, such as a series of portraits of CEOs of oil companies overlaid on landscape paintings.Hager paints representational landscapes as well as abstracts that invoke wildfires and melting ice caps, as in the darkly humored title “Oh Oh, There Goes Greenland.”Mozart under the summer skyChoral singer Beth Gusenius of Minneapolis caught a preview performance of Mixed Precipitation's summer outdoor opera, this year an adaptation of Mozart's “1781 Idomeneo, re di Creta (King of Crete).”This abridged version, first staged by the company in 2012, is called “The Return of King Idomeneo.” It blends Mozart's arias with other musical styles, including doo-wop. Next week, performances will be in Ely (Wed., Aug. 13), Hovland (Aug. 15), Grand Marais (Aug. 16), and Finland (Aug. 17). The run continues through Sept. 14 at outdoor locations across the state. It is free and open to all ages, with a suggested donation.“It's a really fun performance. I think it's one of those that's going to convert people who wouldn't necessarily otherwise go to the opera. They do such an amazing job bringing the story to life,” Gusenius says.
There's a stunning video just out where Epstein is asked if he's been with Trump and women under 18. Crazy Alert! South Park goes after Trump's teeny weenie & Paramount & Christian Nationalists. We are going to play the PSA about it. Warning! as it shows an AI Trump naked including his...you know what. Phil Ittner - Ukraine Update. The Abrego Garcia scandal is ripening; here's the latest and it's damn shocking. A "slap in the face." Vet fumes as the Afghan interpreter who saved his life is being deported.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
Avec Matt, François, Antho, Karim, Guillaume et Ju ! Nouvel épisode de votre podcast et c'est notre 100ème émission ! On y parle de vente aux enchères, de piailler dans un micro, de football, de questions pour un champion et puis de plein d'autres trucs trop cool ! Enjoy^^ Marcus
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Hola mi gente! Today we are going to read, translate and listen The Song "Disfruto" by Carla Morrison. I will be reading the song in Spanish very slowly and you will try to understand word by word. You will be learning some interesting words and new vocabulary and also you will be improving your listening skills in Spanish. I will translate the song in English and then read in Spanish again in a normal speed but explaining some words at the same time.. You can support me and my podcast if you want:Donate with PayPal:https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/spanishwithdennisYou can buy me a cup of coffee here:https://www.buymeacoffee.com/spanishwithdennisThe Song "Disfruto" by Carla MorrisonMe complace amarteDisfruto acariciarte y ponerte a dormirEs escalofrianteTenerte de frente, hacerte sonreírDaría cualquier cosaPor tan primorosa, por estar siempre aquíY entre todas esas cosasDéjame quererte, entrégate a míNo te fallaréContigo yo quiero envejecerQuiero darte un besoPerder contigo mi tiempoGuardar tus secretosCuidar tus momentosAbrazarteEsperarte, adorarteTenerte pacienciaTu locura es mi cienciaAh-ah-ah-ahOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh, oh-ohUh-uh-uh-uhOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh, oh-ohDisfruto mirarteCada movimientoUn vicio que tengoUn gusto, valorarteNunca olvidarteEntregarte mis tiemposNo te fallaréContigo yo quiero envejecerQuiero darte un besoPerder contigo mi tiempoGuardar tus secretosCuidar tus momentosAbrazarteEsperarte, adorarteTenerte pacienciaTu locura es mi cienciaHere is the link of the song:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwP1HRmDVIIMy new Youtube channel: Spanish with Dennishttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQVuRUMQGwtzBIp1YAImQFQMy new Discord server and chat and you can already join and write to me there:https://discord.gg/HWGrnmTmyCMy new Telegram channel and you can already join and write to me or comment there:https://t.me/SpanishwithDennisJoin my Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/spanishwithdennisSupport me by joining my podcasts supporter club on Spreaker:https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/slow-spanish-language--5613080/supportDonate with Boosty:https://boosty.to/spanishwithdennis/donateDonate with Donation Alerts:https://www.donationalerts.com/r/dennisespinosaDonate with Crypto currency:Bitcoin (BTC)1DioiGPAQ6yYbEgcxEFRxWm5hZJcfLG9V6USDT (ERC20)0xeb8f678c0b8d37b639579662bf653be762e60855USDT (TRC20)TXoQwsaiTGBpWVkyeigApLT8xC82rQwRCNEthereum (ETH)0xeb8f678c0b8d37b639579662bf653be762e60855If you have any other suggestions or recommendations on what other platform you can support me and my podcasts, please let me know. You can write to me on telegram.Thanks in advance!! Gracias por adelantado!My other podcasts you can find it on different platforms and apps:1- Comprehensible Spanish Language Podcast2 - Crazy Stories in Spanish Podcast3 - TPRS Spanish Stories
It's our 200th episode! We take a break from our regularly-scheduled adventuring to check the mailbag and answer the questions inside. Thanks for being with us for 200 episodes. We hope you join us for many more to come! Ian makes everything sad somehow. Whit conducts the Question Ritual. Adam talks Skittles. Erin reflects on character contrasts. Kelly provides clarity on the matter of hypothetical guilt. Check us out online! We're at https://www.primaryattribute.com
Murder She Wrote, Season 5, Episode 13: Fire Burn and Cauldron BubbleJB hears about a witch...and there's MURDER.Watch along with us on Peacock (not sponsored).Support us on Patreon at www.patreon.com/mimsandmaimThank you to our Patreons:Morgan WCody HSharon JDeana FElizabeth JAdam PCrystalJessie PSheri SEmail Us: mimsandmaim@gmail.comCall Us: 7043800618ASupport us on PayPal: https://www.paypal.com/donate?hosted_button_id=N8H4HPVU8CTNSSpecial thanks to Miss B for her sponsorship of our podcast. You can find her on TikTok @GeektombFind the queens on Twitter:Auntie Maim: @aunitemaimsThe Divine Miss Mims: @divinemissmimsTheme Music Arranged by JDR#auntiemaim #thedivinemissmims #lgbtq #dragqueens #murdershewrote #jessicafletcher #shedidit #1980s #classic #television #podcast #newepisode #peacocktv #rewatch #tvshows #bingewatching #bingeworthy #joannfabric
I don't care what they say about us anyway, we're here to read comic books! Will gets past all the vampires to continue three excellent runs on three flagship Marvel characters, and Steve cracks open a new and critically acclaimed graphic novel by Dave Baker. Will comics: Incredible Hulk vol 3: Soul Cages, Fantastic Four by Ryan North vol 4: Fortune Favors the Fantastic, Captain America by J. Michael Straczynski vol 2: Trying To Come. Steve comics: Mary Tyler Moorehawk by Dave Baker, cont.
Carry On Spying (1964) is up next in our Carry On Again Month. Spoiler alert, this one might be Calum's favourite Carry On film (for now). If you haven't seen this one, you're missing out on some of the most quotable Carry On moments, and you know how we usually cringe at quoting stuff so that's saying something!Join us next week as we watch Carry On Cruising (1963)
Episoido donde Pari nos cuenta que Billy Idol está de regreso!! Platicamos sobre los diferentes estilos en duetos musicales, Wisto tiene algo en contra de The Weeknd, confundir temas o portadas por tener ya muchísimos episodios, poner una canción en loop sin que la gente se dé cuenta, el Predator ya cazó al Rex de Kasai, el nuevo diseño del Predator en Badlands, el trailer de Badlands trae teorías para una nueva Alien vs Predator, The Elder Scrolls Oblivion estrenado en secreto, no deberían de estar nominados al GOTY ni remasters ni DLCs, reseña de Wisto sobre Split Fiction, Pari platica sobre In The Lost Lands con Milla Jovovich y Dave Bautista, terminamos sobre Lucha Libre con la mala/buena noticia que la WWE compra la AAA, los martes nice y por primera vez hay mini contenido después del CHOOOOOOW!! Escúchanos: Spotify / Apple Podcasts / YouTube Apóyanos: patreon.com/holamsupernova Síguenos: Instagram/ Twitter/ TikTok @holamsupernova Merch: holamsupernova.myshopify.com
SCRIPTURE2 Timothy 1:5-6“To Timothy, my dear son, I long to see you so that I may be filled with joy. I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your Grandmother, Lois and in your mother, Eunice. And I know and am persuaded that that faith now lives in you also.”REFLECTIONFather RonMUSIC“Gentle Reflections” (Instrumental)“Go Into the World” by Tom Booth, performed by Sunday 7pm ChoirBONUS CONCERT FRIDAY"Good Morning" by Mandisa, featuring Toby MacOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohWave away my yesterday'Cause I'm leaving it behind meHello sunshine, come what mayI feel something new inside meI hear the birds singingNow my alarm's ringingGet up, get up, hey!It's a good morning!Wake up to a brand new dayThis morningI'm stepping, I'm stepping, stepping on my wayGood morningYou give me strengthYou give me just what I needAnd I can feel the hope that's rising in meIt's a good morningOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, ohSlow down, breathe inDon't move aheadI'm just living in this momentI've got my arms raised, un-phasedJump out of bedGotta get this party goingI went to bed dreamingYou woke me up singingGet up, get up, hey!It's a good morning!Wake up to a brand new dayThis morningI'm stepping, I'm stepping, stepping on my wayGood morningYou give me strengthYou give me just what I needAnd I can feel the hope that's rising up in meIt's a good morningOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, ohNow I'm smiling, and I'm kissing all my worries goodbyeGot the feeling, if I spread my wings I might even flyYou are my truth, my wayGive me the strength to sayGet up, get up, get up'Cause it's a good morning, heyMr Mac to the micHey, top of the morning to you 'disaYou smoothie, me ice cold pizzaCafe au lait, latte dahYou do the zumba, but I do notGive me like half a marathonI'll give you the gospel of St JohnHits me like a wake-up bomb'Cause we both know that His mercy flowsIn the morningWake up to a brand new dayThis morningI'm stepping, I'm stepping, stepping on my wayGood morningYou give me strengthYou give me just what I needI can feel the hope that's rising up in meIt's a good morningWake up to a brand new dayThis morningI'm stepping, I'm stepping, stepping on my wayGood morningYou give me strength, you give me just what I needI can feel the hope that's rising up in meIt's a good morningTop of the morning to you 'disaHey, top of the morning to you girlTo-to-top of the morning to you 'disaMorning little Miss SunshineMan, you morning peopleHa, ha, ha, no, I'm serious
The boys go wild over issue one of Magik before talking about how useless the Summers family is in X-men: Evolution; there's big casting news for Hawkeye season 2, Avengers: Doomsday, and Black Panther; they hit the comics hard and figure out fashion for Mammomax; get ready for plugs.
CALL TO ACTION- With just a few more days left in 2024, the EMS industry is in danger of losing important Medicare dollars. It's an emergency episode of our podcast...and we need to act now!! Listen in for how you can help today!
Who You Say I am by Hillsong WorshipWho am I that the highest King would welcome me?I was lost, but He brought me inOh His love for meOh His love for meWho the Son sets freeOh, is free indeedI'm a child of God, yes, I amFree at last, He has ransomed meHis grace runs deepWhile I was a slave to sin, Jesus died for meYes, He died for meWho the Son sets freeOh is free indeedI'm a child of God, yes, I amIn my Father's houseThere's a place for meI'm a child of God, yes, I amI am chosen, not forsakenI am who You say I amYou are for me, not against meI am who You say I amI am chosen, not forsakenI am who You say I amYou are for me, not against meI am who You say I amI am who You say I amWho the Son sets freeOh is free indeedI'm a child of God, yes, I amIn my Father's houseThere's a place for meI'm a child of God, yes, I amIn my Father's houseThere's a place for meI'm a child of God, yes, I amI am chosen, not forsakenI am who You say I amYou are for me, not against meI am who You say I amI am chosen, not forsakenI am who You say I amYou are for me, not against meI am who You say I amI am chosen, not forsakenI am who You say I amYou are for me, not against meI am who You say I amOh I am who You say I amYes, I am who you say I amWho the Son sets freeOh is free indeedI'm a child of God, yes, I amIn my Father's houseThere's a place for meI'm a child of God, yes, I amTHIS IS ME from the Greatest Showman SoundtrackI am not a stranger to the dark"Hide away, " they say"'Cause we don't want your broken parts"I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars"Run away, " they say"No one'll love you as you are"But I won't let them break me down to dustI know that there's a place for usFor we are gloriousWhen the sharpest words wanna cut me downI'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em outI am brave, I am bruisedI am who I'm meant to be, this is meLook out 'cause here I comeAnd I'm marching on to the beat I drumI'm not scared to be seenI make no apologies, this is meOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ohAnother round of bullets hits my skinWell, fire away 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink inWe are bursting through the barricades andReaching for the sun (we are warriors)Yeah, that's what we've become (yeah, that's what we've become)I won't let them break me down to dustI know that there's a place for usFor we are gloriousWhen the sharpest words wanna cut me downI'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em outI am brave, I am bruisedI am who I'm meant to be, this is meLook out 'cause here I comeAnd I'm marching on to the beat I drumI'm not scared to be seenI make no apologies, this is meOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ohThis is meand I know that I deserve your love(Oh-oh-oh-oh) there's nothing I'm not worthy of(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)When the sharpest words wanna cut me downI'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em outThis is brave, this is bruisedThis is who I'm meant to be, this is meLook out 'cause here I come (look out 'cause here I come)And I'm marching on to the beat I drum (marching on, marching, marching on)I'm not scared to be seenI make no apologies, this is meWhenever the words wanna cut me down (oh-oh-oh-oh)I'll send a flood to drown 'em out (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)I'm gonna send a flood (oh-oh-oh-oh)Gonna drown them 'em out
Break out your poison of choice! Welcome to Episode 8 fn hundred! It's time to celebrate!! When we first went “on the air”, nobody really knew what a podcast was. And now we remain one of the longest podcasts, Metal or otherwise. So this time we decided to sit back and relax and shoot the shite'. And of course, crank a fistful of Metal. We discuss Jason Newstead's reverb shop,... The post Radioactive Metal 800: 8-Oh-Oh appeared first on Shining Wizards Network.
Break out your poison of choice! Welcome to Episode 8 fn hundred! It's time to celebrate!! When we first went "on the air", nobody really knew what a podcast was. And now we remain one of the longest podcasts, Metal or otherwise. So this time we decided to sit back and relax and shoot the shite'. And of course, crank a fistful of Metal. We discuss Jason Newstead's reverb shop, some cool flix we saw and the "Hawk Tau" girl. Musically, we crank some Death, Pestilence, Cancer, Bitches Sin, Detente, Abigail, Wargasm, Zoetrope, Orange Goblin, Gallhammer, Birth A.D., Archagathus, Bastard Priest, Goatzilla and Dishammer. Horns Up!
Have I Told You Lately That I Love You by Van MorrisonHave I told you lately that I love you?Have I told you there's no one else above you?Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadnessEase my troubles, that's what you doFor the morning sun in all it's gloryGreets the day with hope and comfort tooYou fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it betterEase my troubles, that's what you doThere's a love less definedAnd its yours and its mineLike the sunAnd at the end of the dayWe should give thanks and prayTo the one, to the oneHave I told you lately that I love you?Have I told you there's no one else above you?Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadnessEase my troubles, that's what you doThere's a love less definedAnd its yours and its mineLike the sunAnd at the end of the dayWe should give thanks and prayTo the one, to the oneAnd have I told you lately that I love you?Have I told you there's no one else above you?You fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadnessEase my troubles, that's waht you doTake away all my sadness, fill my life with gladnessEase my troubles, that's what you doTake away all my sadness, fill my life with gladnessEase my troubles, that's what you doA Prayer for Grace by Morgan Harper NicholsOoh, ooh, oohIf I could make just one requestThat would mark all the days I have leftI'd rather not be known for treasures and fameOr trophies and accolades I know will fadeInstead I would rather be knownBy the kindness and love that I showTo be known for patience and long-sufferingA giver of life by the words that I speakSo with every breath You give to breatheI praise your glory that they seeOf all the words the world could sayMay they say I was full of graceAll be the first to confessI'm not always found at my bestBut Lord be my strength in those moments I'm weakAnd I'll keep on giving the grace I've receivedSo with every breath You give to breatheI praise your glory that they seeOf all the words the world could sayMay they say I was full of graceOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh
A BETTER YES by Travis ClarkLately, I've had a thousand closing doorsThat made me have to trust You even moreGotta just wait, gotta have faithHe's got something good in storeAnd every no means You've got a better yesEvery "not now" gets me closer to its bestBelieve and You'll be leading me to somewhere I'll be blessedEvery no means You've got a better yesOh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohOne thing I've learned; gotta live with open hands (live with open hands)Lifting offering of all my hopes and plansIt can be hard, even break my heartBut I've come to understandEvery no means You've got a better yesEvery "not now" gets me closer to its bestBelieve and You'll be leading me to somewhere I'll be blessedEvery no means You've got a better yesOh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohAll I want is what You want for meYou will meet my each and every needAnd I am sure of Your great love for meEvery no means You've got a better yesAnd every no means You've got a better yesEvery "not now" gets me closer to its bestBelieve and You'll be leading me to somewhere I'll be blessedEvery no means You've got a better yesTELL HIM by Lauryn HillYo heh heh tell him it's like uhh you know uhhSweet sweet tell himLet me be patient let me be kindMake me unselfish without being blindThough I may suffer I'll envy it notAnd endure what comesCause he's all that I got andTell him...Tell him I need him (yeah)Tell him I love him (tell him)And it'll be alright[Background singing] Tell him be alright be alrightTell him tell him I need himTell him I love himIt'll be alrightNow I may have faith to make mountains fallBut if I lack love then I am nothin' at allI can give away everything I possessBut left without love then I have no happinessI know I'm imperfect (I know I'm imperfect)And not without sin (and not without sin)But now that I'm older all childish things endAnd tell him...Tell him I need him (yeah)Tell him I love him (tell him)And it'll be alright[Background singing] Tell him be alright be alrightTell him tell him I need himTell him I love himIt'll be alright[Bridge]I'll never be jealousAnd I won't be too proudCause love is not boastfulOooh and love is not loudTell him I need himTell him I love himEverything's gonna be alright [w/ ad libs]Oooh oooh yeah yeah aww yeahNow I may have wisdom and knowledge on EarthBut if I speak wrong then what is it worth?See what we now know is nothing comparedTo the love that was shown when our lives were sparedAnd tell him...Tell him I need him (yeah)Tell him I love him (tell him)And it'll be alright[Background singing] Tell him be alright be alrightTell him tell him I need himTell him I love himIt'll be alright
It's a landmark episode of Drunk Women Solving Crime, as Hannah and Taylor mark the 300th edition of the show in style, with the wonderful writer and broadcaster, Steph McGovern! As well as Steph sharing an epic crime story that felt more like a film Bruce Willis might star in, the gang also charge their glasses while solving a caper centred around the heady world of whisky, and while they may not have completely solved this week's listener crime, they definitely didn't make it worse. PLUS, as it's a very special occasion, there's a surprise in store for Taylor and Hannah, so keep listening until the end to hear a medley of 'friends of the show' send their congratulations and share their love of all things Drunk Women Solving Crime, one of the voices has a particularly 'sassy' quality to it (full list of names below, and you'll be able to SEE all the messages soon on our Patreon) Most of all, the whole DWSC crew, past and present, would like to say a huge thanks to YOU, because without you, there wouldn't be a show, as doing this might be a bit weird if you weren't joining in too.... so THANK YOU to all the detectives out there, and here's to the next 300! Thanks to: Catie 'Sasshole' Wilkins, Toby Williams (aka Mr Hannah George), Grainne Maguire, London Hughes, James Acaster, Jenny Eclair (our first ever live show guest), Rosie Jones, Tolly and Audrey (The Receipts Podcast), Jamie Morton (My Dad Wrote a Porno), Janey Godley, Kate Thornton, Lucy Porter and Jenny Ryan (Fingers on Buzzers Podcast), Aggie MacKenzie, Kiell Smith-Bynoe, Fern Britton, Mikey Day (Saturday Night Live, Is It Cake?), Taylor's Mum (HI KATHY!) and Ricki Lake (GO RICKI).Come and see Taylor and Hannah LIVE! -They will be at Ventnor Fringe on 26th and 27th July 2024-AND tickets are now on sale for their double header Christmas Show at The Brighton Komedia on 16th December 2024All details and ticket links can be found here - Drunk Women Solving Crime - The UK's hit true crime comedy podcast Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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#DallasCowboys Fish at 6 6/28: CEEDEE Plans CAMP HOLDOUT? MICAH vs. HOOKER? (oh-oh) ✭ SUBSCRIBE to the NEW Fish Report Podcast here: https://www.dspmediaonline.com/show/the-dallas-cowboys-fish-report/ ✭ STRAIGHT DOPE. NO BULLSH. ✭ ✭ UNCLE FISH STORE https://shorturl.at/gJPS2 ✭ FISH SPORTS GEAR www.fishsportsnetwork.com Listen on the Go, 24/7! Download the NEW Fan Stream Sports APP on iOS and Android! Follow FISH on X: @FishSports Join the NEW Fan Stream Sports Facebook group to interact with hosts and other fans: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1701025303664208 #DallasCowboysReport Cowboys Country https://athlonsports.com/nfl/dallas-cowboys/cowboys-country/ Want to create live streams like this? Check out StreamYard: https://streamyard.com/pal/d/5629821149249536
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Lauren Welter (artist name Lauren Kruse) is a singer-songwriter in Seattle who recently released a new single called White Flag. In today's episode, Lauren, Shane, and Dan dive into what makes this song unique and the life lessons we can learn from surrender, compromise, and forgiveness.Listen to White Flag here: https://found.ee/lk_WhiteFlagDon't forget to continue the conversation at home, in the car, at work, or anywhere you can find someone to talk to! Thanks for walking with us!White Flag lyrics:IntroOh-oh oh-oh oh-oh ohOh-oh oh-oh oh-oh ohOh-oh oh-oh oh-oh ohVerseGunfire straight through the heartBang shot, I pulled the triggerDidn't know the gun would go offIt happened in a flickerWish I could take it backTake it back, take it back in a flashIt was a daft attackPre-chorusI raise my white flagChorusI'm sorry for hurting you with my wordsFor waging a war I should have held you closeI see you work hard, you sacrifice for usI'm with you, I'm for youYour ally, I don't want to fight youHookOh-no oh-oh oh-ohI don't want to fightOh-no oh-oh oh-ohI don't want to fightVerseBlack smoke dancing in the skyOh my, breathe, wait for it to clearCome back with a treaty in my handLay my arms surrenderWish I could take it backTake it back, take it back in a flashIt was a daft attackPre-chorusI raise my white flagChorusI'm sorry for hurting you with my wordsFor waging a war I should have held you closeI see you work hard, you sacrifice for usI'm with you, I'm for you, your allyI don't want to fight youHookOh-no oh-oh oh-ohI don't want to fightOh-no oh-oh oh-ohI don't want to fightBridgeBloodshed and painIs never worth the last wordUnite in harmonyDeafen the discordLet's make amendsTo give us a fighting chanceThis white flagWaves to bring us backChorusI'm sorry for hurting you with my wordsFor waging a war I should have held you closeI see you work hard, you sacrifice for usI'm with you, I'm for you, your allyChorusI'm sorry for hurting you with my wordsFor waging a war, here is my flagI need you, I want you, I'll sacrifice for us tooI'm with you, I'm for you, your allyI don't want to fight youHookOh-no oh-oh oh-ohI don't want to fightOh-no oh-oh oh-ohI don't want to fightSupport the Show.
Song #1HEHe can turn the tides and calm the angry seaHe alone decides who writes a symphonyHe lights every star that makes the darkness brightHe keeps watch all through each long and lonely nightHe still finds the time to hear a child's first prayerSaint or sinner calls and always finds him thereThough it makes him sad to see the way we liveHe'll always say "I forgive"He can touch a tree and turn the leaves to goldHe knows every lie that you and I have toldThough it makes him sad to see the way we liveHe'll always say "I forgive"Song #2 by Keala Settle"THIS IS ME" from The Greatest Showman soundtrackwatch the video CLICK HEREI am not a stranger to the dark"Hide away, " they say"'Cause we don't want your broken parts"I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars"Run away, " they say"No one'll love you as you are"But I won't let them break me down to dustI know that there's a place for usFor we are gloriousWhen the sharpest words wanna cut me downI'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em outI am brave, I am bruisedI am who I'm meant to be, this is meLook out 'cause here I comeAnd I'm marching on to the beat I drumI'm not scared to be seenI make no apologies, this is meOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ohAnother round of bullets hits my skinWell, fire away 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink inWe are bursting through the barricades andReaching for the sun (we are warriors)Yeah, that's what we've become (yeah, that's what we've become)I won't let them break me down to dustI know that there's a place for usFor we are gloriousWhen the sharpest words wanna cut me downI'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em outI am brave, I am bruisedI am who I'm meant to be, this is meLook out 'cause here I comeAnd I'm marching on to the beat I drumI'm not scared to be seenI make no apologies, this is meOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ohThis is meand I know that I deserve your love(Oh-oh-oh-oh) there's nothing I'm not worthy of(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)When the sharpest words wanna cut me downI'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em outThis is brave, this is bruisedThis is who I'm meant to be, this is meLook out 'cause here I come (look out 'cause here I come)And I'm marching on to the beat I drum (marching on, marching, marching on)I'm not scared to be seenI make no apologies, this is meWhenever the words wanna cut me down (oh-oh-oh-oh)I'll send a flood to drown 'em out (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)I'm gonna send a flood (oh-oh-oh-oh)Gonna drown them 'em out (oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)OhThis is me
A potential Rangers/Capitals Game Six is the same night as Boomer & Gio Live in Jersey City. How is that going to go??
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Jack Smith petition to SCOTUS about Immunity: Is this the Nixon rule? Texas refugee, Kate Cox, at the center of the abortion ban is fleeing the state to save her life - will she survive the conservative men of Texas? While Zelensky was away - Russia had a night of hell in Kviv plus the Heritage Foundation was meeting with GOPers and dictator Orban's crew about ending support for Ukraine. Netanyahu is pulling a "George Bush" after Biden warned him. How's that going to work out? Hunter Biden summed up perfectly what the GOP is doing. They are trying to dehumanize him in order to hurt his dad - Joe Biden.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
We share about exploring our community in real life in person, and discuss about actually talking about DiD and journaling in therapy.Fixing up a car to drive in it againSearching for the water hoping for the rainUp and up, up and upDown upon the canvas, working meal to mealWaiting for a chance to pick your orange fieldUp and up, up and upSee a pearl form, a diamond in the roughSee a bird soaring high above the floodIt's in your blood, it's in your bloodUnderneath the storm an umbrella is saying"Sitting with the poison takes away the pain"Up and up, up and up it's sayingWe're gonna get it, get it together, I knowI'm gonna get it, get it together somehowWe're gonna get it, get it together and flowerWoah, oh-oh-oh-oh-ohWe're gonna get it, get it together I knowWe're gonna get it, get it together and flowI'm gonna get it, get it together and goUp and up and upLying in the gutter, aiming for the moonTrying to empty out the ocean with a spoonUp and up, up and upHow come people suffer, how come people part?How come people struggle, how come people break your heart?Break your heart, oh-ohYes I want to grow, yes I want to feelYes I want to know, show me how to heal it upHeal it upSee the forest there in every seedAngels in the marble waiting to be freedJust need love just need loveWhen the going is rough, sayingWe're gonna get it, get it together, I knowI'm gonna get it, get it together somehowWe're gonna get it, get it together and flowerWoah, oh-oh-oh-oh-ohWe're gonna get it, get it together I knowWe're gonna get it, get it together and flowI'm gonna get it, get it together and goAnd you can say what is, or fight for itClose your mind or take a riskYou can say it's mine and clench your fistOr see each sunrise as a giftWe're gonna get it, get it together, I knowI'm gonna get it, get it together somehowWe're gonna get it, get it together and flowerWoah, oh-oh-oh-oh-ohWe're gonna get it, get it together I knowWe're gonna get it, get it together and flowI'm gonna get it, get it together and goUp and up and upWe're gonna get it, get it together, I knowI'm gonna get it, get it together somehowWe're gonna get it, get it together and flowerWoah, oh-oh-oh-oh-ohWe're gonna get it, get it together I knowWe're gonna get it, get it together and flowI'm gonna get it, get it together and goUp and up and upOh-oh-ohOh-oh-ohOh-oh-ohOh-oh-ohFixing up a car to drive in it againWhen you're in painWhen you think you've had enoughDon't ever give upDon't ever give upWrite to the podcast HERE.Links provided in the podcast intro:The System Speak Website, where there's a button for donations to keep the podcast on-air, and you can offer a one-time donation to support the podcast or become an ongoing subscriber. If you would like to support our efforts at sharing our story and fighting stigma about dissociative identity disorder, and educating the community and the world about trauma and dissociation, you can also donate to support the podcast HERE.Follow us on Patreon HERE for early access to updates, pictures, videos, and what's unfolding for us.You can JOIN THE COMMUNITY HERE, but due to an Apple issue, you must use a non-Apple device or non-Safari browser to join. Once you have joined, it should work fine on any device. Remember there are two steps: joining the community network itself, and then also choosing which groups to join. Everything happens inside the groups! Additional Zoom group events are optional. We have peer support check-in groups, an art group, a lego group, movie groups, and social events. Join us! This is a non-clinical space for people with dissociative disorders.Content Note: Content on this website and in the podcasts is assumed to be trauma and/or dissociative related due to the nature of what is being shared here in general. Content descriptors are generally given in each episode. Specific trigger warnings are not given due to research reporting this makes triggers worse. Please use appropriate self-care and your own safety plan while exploring this website and during your listening experience. Natural pauses due to dissociation have not been edited out of the podcast, and have been left for authenticity. While some professional material may be referenced for educational purposes, Emma and her system are not your therapist nor offering professional advice. Any informational material shared or referenced is simply part of our own learning process, and not guaranteed to be the latest research or best method for you. Please contact your therapist or nearest emergency room in case of any emergency. This website does not provide any medical, mental health, or social support services. ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★
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