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The Grind Don’t Stop Podcast
GDS Podcast EP 41: Family Business, Startups, and Habitat Flats Beginnings With Mike Abbadessa

The Grind Don’t Stop Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 23, 2025 96:23


Mike Abbadessa has been part of Habitat Flats since BEFORE the beginning. From guiding and cooking to the famous Pizza Night at the lodge. He is also the owner of one of the finest restaurants in the Midwest, The Pear Tree. In this episode, Mike tells his story, the story of Habitat Flats' early days in his eyes, and the successes and failures that go into running and owning a business. This is a unique perspective on some important business topics. Enjoy!

Pots & Trowels Podcast
Chelsea Plant of the Year Judges, Pear Tree Problem, A Lifetime of Gardening & This Week's Gardening Must-Do!

Pots & Trowels Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 27, 2025 44:03


Martin's met Alan to shortlist Chelsea's plant of the year and couldn't resist asking about Alan's background and how he made his way from a wildflower meadow to a job in Germany and his own TV Show!Visit potsandtrowels.com for links to all the videos & podcast episodesEmail Questions to info@potsandtrowels.com Our weekly YouTube videos are here: Pots & Trowels YouTubeThe Pots & Trowels team:Martin FishJill FishSean RileyFind out more about Martin & Jill at martinfish.com Find out more about Sean at boardie.comPodcast produced by the team, edited by Sean, hosted by buzzsprout.com

Kalm met Klassiek
#66 - Fruit - 'The pear tree carol' van Bob Chilcott (S05)

Kalm met Klassiek

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2025 8:51


In deze week van Kalm met Klassiek is het een fris en fruitige bedoening. Met het begin van de bloesemperiode voor alle boomgaarden in Nederland is het thema deze week 'Fruit'. En er belooft een hele mand aan variëteit voorbij te komen. De week wordt afgetrapt met 'The pear tree carol' van Bob Chilcott. Waarom dat een logische keuze is, dat hoor je vanzelf. Wil je meer Kalm met Klassiek? Ga naar npoklassiek.nl/kalmmetklassiek (https://www.npoklassiek.nl/kalmmetklassiek). Alle muziek uit de podcast vind je terug in de bijbehorende speellijst (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6YgSfm1Sux7CroiJvzeUdx?si=f0f254ee8f4048e7). 

Dreamvisions 7 Radio Network
Surviving the Human Experience with Kristin Aurelia: The Pear Tree Project

Dreamvisions 7 Radio Network

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 20, 2025 59:05


The Pear Tree Project - The Transformation of News Sources: From Print to Online Platforms  Join us as we explore the metamorphosis and evolution of news sources over time. This action packed discussion covers the transformation of the news industry from history to present! In this episode we take a walk down memory lane, covering traditional printed news leading up to present day online platforms. Additionally, we discuss current events affecting the industry and the receivers of the information.  Connecting with The Pear Tree Project: www.thepeartreeproject.com blog – The Pear Tree Project   Learn more about Kristin here: kristinaurelia210@gmail.com Kristin Aurelia Facebook Surviving the Human Experience Podcast Facebook Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kristinaurelia210/ Website: https://www.shewisewellness.com/ Website: www.shewisepublications.com Email: shewisepublications@gmail.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/she_wise_publications/ https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100094044723450 YouTube: SHE Wise @survivingthehumanexperience https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtYaqS-cL1WAFQKDadapxPQ

Deck The Hallmark
Mistletoe Murders: Poison in a Pear Tree (Hallmark+ - 2024) ft. Alonso Duralde

Deck The Hallmark

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 6, 2025 41:39


Watch on Philo!- Philo.tv/DTHThe episode kicks off with Emily Lane waking up from a nightmare. She runs a Christmas shop, Under the Mistletoe, in the small town of Fletcher's Grove. She brings her cat to see her friend, local vet June, and learns that her ex-husband, Marcus, proposed to June again. Part deux, if you will. June and Marcus go on a romantic carriage ride, but Marcus is acting strange and says he's just working on a surprise. Later, we see him meeting a man named Gordon and telling him he's done what he can for him and to just be patient. Gordon does not seem pleased.The next day, the police show up at Under the Mistletoe. A detective informs Emily that a man named Marcus is dead and that a cookie wrapper from her store was found at the crime scene. He insists on taking all the cookies from the shop. June shows up and fills Emily in—Marcus was found dead. She suspects his ex-girlfriend, Lizzie Cline, who he was seeing until shortly before getting back together with June, might have been on the wagon ride that night.Emily immediately gets to work, tracking down Lizzie at her job and asking hard-hitting questions—like, “Wagons?!” Speaking of wagons, Emily visits the owner of the wagon rides, Gordon. Something seems to be bothering him, and Emily suspects it's a hangover.Later, Emily heads into the woods and finds scuff marks on a tree, almost as if someone recently climbed it. Sneaky as ever, Emily snaps a picture of the list of everyone who was on the wagon that night. There's one person she can't track down—a man named Joey.While Emily and June are at the diner, June gets arrested. Emily confronts Detective Sam, who refuses to confirm or deny whether they found the poison that killed Marcus in June's house, but his terrible poker face says it all.Emily discovers that Marcus denied Gordon a bank loan, leaving Gordon's business in serious trouble. When Emily breaks into Marcus's home, she finds a USB drive and a bookmark tucked into a pregnancy photo album. The USB contains a document for the sale of Gordon's farm—but it's unsigned. When she confronts Gordon, she spots some suspicious men leaving his house. Gordon reveals that Marcus asked for more time.Before Emily can leave, Gordon collapses. While waiting for the police, Emily has a flashback to a high-stakes moment from her past, where a building explodes behind her. It's clear she moved to Fletcher's Grove to lay low.Detective Sam arrives, suspicious when he finds out Emily called in Gordon's collapse. She insists she's just trying to help her friend. Sam reluctantly asks her to keep him in the loop because, well, it's Hallmark—amateur sleuths and cops have to work together. It's practically a law.Emily teams up with a local informant named Ray, who knows all the town gossip. He reveals that Gordon recently had his gambling debt paid off, though it's unclear by whom. Emily also grows suspicious of Marcus's co-worker, Rowan. When she confronts him, he has an explanation for everything. Under pressure, she convinces him to share Marcus's bank statements, which reveal a $40,000 withdrawal just before his death.Emily forms a theory: Marcus paid off Gordon's debt as a down payment for the farm, but Gordon had second thoughts because his daughter believed the farm was hers. Emily pitches her theory to Gordon's daughter, Anna, but it doesn't go over well.One night, Emily confronts Lizzie, who admits she didn't mean for Marcus to get hurt. Lizzie reveals that she's pregnant with Marcus's baby. She wanted to tell her boyfriend, Trent, but couldn't. When she told Marcus, someone must have overheard. Lizzie then received a text demanding $40,000. Marcus got the money and met her in the woods, where they shared a cookie. Emily realizes the cookie couldn't have been poisoned and goes to the police to secure June's release.Emily deduces that Gordon wasn't the blackmailer—he doesn't even know how to text—but Anna does. Anna confesses to the blackmail but denies being involved in the murder.Emily discovers that Rowan was secretly sleeping in Gordon's barn. In his bag, she finds the poison that killed Marcus. Rowan knocks Emily out, and when she wakes up, both she and Anna are tied up. Rowan admits he wanted to kill Gordon to stop the sale of the farm. He poisoned Marcus's flask, which Marcus drank from before confronting the blackmailer. Rowan plans to poison Emily and Anna and frame Anna for everything.Emily reveals that she hid her phone and has been recording Rowan's confession. While he searches for the phone, Emily and Anna spook a horse to knock him out. They escape, call the police, and Rowan is arrested.Detective Sam tells Emily they'll discuss everything soon but is relieved she's safe.In the end, Gordon survives, Lizzie tells Trent about the baby, and Sam and his daughter sing Christmas karaoke. Everything seems fine—until the final scene, where Emily opens a black box from her old life and smirks, hinting at secrets yet to come.

Animal Tales: The Kids' Story Podcast
NEW PREMIUM TRAILER: A Partridge In A Pear Tree

Animal Tales: The Kids' Story Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 27, 2024 6:14


Here's a taster of our new Premium-only story. To hear it in full, please join our Premium Subscription service. Become a PREMIUM SubscriberYou can now enjoy Animal Tales by becoming a Premium Subscriber. This gets you:All episodes in our catalogue advert freeBonus Premium-only episodes (every Friday) which will never be used on the main podcastWe guarantee to use one of your animal suggestions in a storyYou can sign up through Apple Podcasts or through Supercast and there are both monthly and yearly plans available. You can find more Animal Tales at https://www.spreaker.com/show/animal-tales-the-kids-story-podcast

Strictly 4 The Pod
Four "Black" Losers & Partridge In A Pear Tree

Strictly 4 The Pod

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 25, 2024 142:21


Merry Christmas! The gang is back! We're roasting a commenter, (​⁠), breaking down Gillie & Wallo's Fight Night, and sharing our best and worst Christmas gifts. Tune in for laughs and holiday vibes! Vibes of The Day David: NBA Youngboy | Break or Make Me Tyler: Denzel Curry | Still In The PaintJavier: Future ft. Metro Boomin' & Travis Scott | Cinderella Tiffany: Megan The Stallion | Otaku Hot Girl

Celtic Christmas Podcast
Wrapping Up Celtic Christmas Music 2024 #82

Celtic Christmas Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2024 42:33


We're wrapping up the holiday season with one final episode of Celtic Christmas Music #82 0:09 - Cedar Dobson "We Wish You a Merry Christmas/Trepak (The Nutcracker)/Jingle Bells/Auld Lang Syne" from A Whistle Wonderland: Christmas Melodies in a Celtic Style 4:27 - WELCOME TO CELTIC CHRISTMAS MUSIC I am Marc Gunn. I am Celtic musician and host of the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast. We are promoting Celtic culture through Christmas cheer. We want to bring a little magic and joy into your holiday season. Not just me, but all of the Celtic musicians we are featuring today. If you hear music you love, please support the artists. You can find a link to all of the artists in the shownotes as well as how to support this podcast at CelticChristmasPodcast.com 5:41 - Jen Midkiff (she/her) "Patapan -- Noel Nouvelet" from single 7:32 - Jesse Ferguson "Good King Wenceslas" from A Bard of Cornwall Christmas 9:58 - Seán Heely "Dona Nobis Pacem (Grant Us Peace) / Ge Do Theid Mi Do M' Leabaidh" from So Merry as We Have Been 15:06 - Screaming Orphans "Christmas Wrapping" from Happy Christmas Volume 2 19:35 - THANK YOU FOR SPREADING CHRISTMAS CHEER! Podcast advertising pays some of the hosting fees of this show. But the podcast creation is entirely funded by your generosity. Your kindness pays for our engineer, graphic design, and promotion of the podcast. It allows me to buy the music I play here. It also pays for my time creating the show. As a Patron, you get ad-free episodes and a private feed to listen to the podcast. All that for as little as $1 per month. HERE IS YOUR THREE-STEP PLAN TO SUPPORT THE PODCAST Go to our Patreon page. Decide how much you want to pledge every month, $1, $5, $10, or $25. Keep listening to Celtic Christmas Music to celebrate Celtic culture through Christmas music. You can become a generous Christmas Patron at patreon.com/celticchristmas . 20:51 - Adrianna Ciccone & Ellen Gibling “Petit Papa Noël / Ding Dong Merrily on High / The Ardgroom” from The Pear Tree 24:39 - Band O'Brothers "Jingle Bells and Polesome Prison Blues" from On Christmas Day 29:09 - The McDades "Jezebel carol_Brightest and Best" from A Winter Collection 31:45 - Dublin Gulch "Christmas In Carrick” from The Best Of A Celtic Cowboy Christmas (Double Album) 34:14 - Brad Tuck "Child's First Christmas" from Songs for Christmastime 37:44 - CLOSING 38:55 - Irish Christmas in America "Silent Night" from A Long Way From Home 41:49 - CREDITS Celtic Christmas Music was produced by Marc Gunn and our Christmas Patrons on Patreon. The show was edited by Mitchell Petersen with Graphics by Miranda Nelson Designs. Visit our website to subscribe to the podcast. You'll find links to all of the artists played in this episode. Todd Wiley is the editor of the Celtic Music Magazine. Subscribe to get 34 Celtic MP3s for Free. Plus, you'll get 7 weekly news items about what's happening with Celtic music and culture online. Best of all, you will connect with your Celtic heritage. Finally, please tell one friend about this podcast. Word of mouth is the absolute best way to support any creative endeavor. Finally, remember. Reduce, reuse, recycle, and think about how you can make a positive impact on climate change. Promote Celtic culture through Christmas music at CelticChristmasPodcast.com. Nollaig Shona Daoibh! #celticchristmas #celticchristmasmusic  

Play Me or Fade Me Sports Betting Picks Podcast
That's a winner! 27-10-1 L4 days, up 14.6047 units. Happy Holidays, last show until after Christmas. 1 NFL Prop, 4 NFL Sides, 4 NFL Totals, 2 College Basketball Bets, 3 Bowl Games, 1 NBA Bet, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Play Me or Fade Me Sports Betting Picks Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2024 19:19


Underdog Promo Code: PLAYME Signup Link: https://play.underdogfantasy.com/p-play-me-or-fade-me Support the Show/Community Best Bet Newsletter: buymeacoffee.com/playmeorfademe Today's Card: Play 1: NFL D'Andre Swift Over 55.5 rushing yards (-130) Play 2: NFL New York Jets +3 vs. LA Rams (-112) Play 3: NFL Dallas +4 vs. Tampa Bay (-105) Play 4: NFL Seattle +3 vs. Minnesota (-108) Play 5: NFL Washington +3.5 vs. Philadelphia (-110) Play 6: NFL NY Giants/Atlanta Under 43.5 (-118) Play 7: CBB Saint Mary's -4.5 vs. Utah State (-120) Play 8: CBB Seton Hall +2.5 vs. Georgetown (-110) Play 9: CFB UTSA -10.5 vs. Coastal Carolina (-120) Play 10: CFB Northern Illinois -3.5 vs. Fresno State (-105) Play 11: NFL New Orleans/Green Bay 1H Under 21.5 (-110) Play 12: CFB San Jose State -3 vs. South Florida (-118) Play 13: NFL Kansas City/Pittsburgh Under 43.5 (-110) Play 14: NFL Baltimore/Houston Over 47.5 (-110) Play 15: NBA Minnesota +3.5 at Dallas (-108) YTD Results - Active: NFL Props: 58-33 (63.7%), up 19.6476 units College Basketball: 111-87, (56.1%), up 12.7704 units Bowl Games/Playoffs: 8-3, (72.7%), up 4.1542 units PGA Golf: 55-47 (53.9%), up 3.5389 units FCS Playoffs: 5-3 (62.5%), up 1.5664 units NBA Sides/Totals: 15-13, (53.6%), down 0.8175 units Parlays: 1-1 (50%), up 0.32 units NFL Totals: 5-6 (45.4%), down 1.6664 units NBA Prop Bets: 10-11, (47.6%), down 2.398 units NFL Sides: 43-45 (48.9%), down 6.6371 units NHL: 20-28, (41.6%), down 8.9358 units College Basketball 2-point or less record vs. spread: 11-17, 39% Podcast Accomplishments: NFL Prop Bets: 57.3% in 2023, up 23.1609 units 2024 CBB: Won 58.0722 units 2024 NBA Prop Bets: Won 33.92773 units NFL Football: Hit 60.2% in the 2022 NFL Regular Season Longest Winning Streak - 13 days in February 2024, 61-23, 72.6%, up 30.7103 units (all 1-unit bets) NFL Prop Bets: 62.8% in 2021 NFL Football: 57.7% winning over 100 bets in 2021 MLB Baseball Team Totals: 213-159, 57.2%, won 44.37 units in 2022 Contact Me: X: @MrActionJunkie1 Email: mractionjunkie@gmail.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Cut & Retie
Ep. 113 - A Pellet Head In A Pear Tree

Cut & Retie

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2024 113:22


This week, Miles Nolte dons “gum boots” and plays Santa at the Kiwi hatchery pond, we ruin Christmas by forgetting that water freezes when it's cold, glue two pairs of waders together and hope our Doc Martens stay dry, and make our wives pick out super-complicated lures for us. 

Irish and Celtic Music Podcast
Light a Candle in the Window #690

Irish and Celtic Music Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 19, 2024 63:57


Light a candle in the window and listen to the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast #690. Subscribe now! Cherish the Ladies, Adrianna Ciccone & Ellen Gibing, Ashley Davis, Jen Midkiff, Seán Heely, Marc Gunn, Joseph Carmichael, Dublin Gulch, Mary - Kate Spring Lee, Irish Christmas in America, Jesse Ferguson, Plunk Murray, Brad Tuck, Band O'Brothers, The Celtic Kitchen Party, Matt McGinn, Cedar Dobson GET CELTIC MUSIC NEWS IN YOUR INBOX The Celtic Music Magazine is a quick and easy way to plug yourself into more great Celtic culture. Enjoy seven weekly news items for Celtic music and culture online. Subscribe now and get 34 Celtic MP3s for Free. VOTE IN THE CELTIC TOP 20 FOR 2025 This is our way of finding the best songs and artists each year. You can vote for as many songs and tunes that inspire you in each episode. Your vote helps me create this year's Best Celtic music of 2025 episode. You have just three weeks to vote this year. Vote Now! You can follow our playlist on Spotify to listen to those top voted tracks as they are added every 2 - 3 weeks. THIS WEEK IN CELTIC MUSIC 0:07 - Cherish the Ladies "Deck the Halls / John Cliffords # 1 / Jingle Bells" from Cherish the Ladies Ultimate Christmas Mix 3:08 - WELCOME 4:52 - Adrianna Ciccone & Ellen Gibling "Tomorrow Shall be my Dancing Day / The Sussex Carol" from The Pear Tree 6:35 - Ashley Davis "Song for a Winter's Night" from Songs of the Celtic Winter II 10:32 - Jen Midkiff (she/her) "Christ Child Lullaby  -  -  The Wexford Carol" from single 15:47 - Seán Heely "Trinquez, Trinquez" from So Merry as We Have Been 19:23 - Marc Gunn “Light a Candle in the Window” from Marc Gunn's Patreon 22:16 - FEEDBACK 24:22 - Joseph Carmichael "Snowdrift" from single 28:53 - Dublin Gulch "Christmas In Carrick" from The Best Of A Celtic Cowboy Christmas (Double Album) 31:21 - Mary - Kate Spring Lee "Away in A Manger/Baloo Lammy" from Carol of the Child 34:31 - Irish Christmas in America "The Wexford Carol" from A Long Way From Home 38:12 - Jesse Ferguson "The Holly and the Ivy" from A Bard of Cornwall Christmas 40:00 - THANKS 42:29 - Plunk Murray "Hanukah Oh Hanukah" from Christmas in the Pub 45:22 - Brad Tuck "A Song for Christmastime" from Songs for Christmastime 48:49 - Band O'Brothers "Christmas Time Again" from On Christmas Day 51:30 - The Celtic Kitchen Party "Huge on the Luge" from One Celtic Christmas 54:03 - Matt McGinn "To the New Year" from Behind Every Door 58:31 - CLOSING 59:29 - Cedar Dobson "Silent Night" from A Whistle Wonderland: Christmas Melodies in a Celtic Style 1:03:15 - CREDITS The Irish & Celtic Music Podcast was produced by Marc Gunn, The Celtfather and our Patrons on Patreon. The show was edited by Mitchell Petersen with Graphics by Miranda Nelson Designs. Visit our website to follow the show. You'll find links to all of the artists played in this episode. Todd Wiley is the editor of the Celtic Music Magazine. Subscribe to get 34 Celtic MP3s for Free. Plus, you'll get 7 weekly news items about what's happening with Celtic music and culture online. Best of all, you will connect with your Celtic heritage. Please tell one friend about this podcast. Word of mouth is the absolute best way to support any creative endeavor. Finally, remember. Reduce, reuse, recycle, and talk with others about climate change. What are you doing to combat climate change?  Let me know what you're doing. Start a discussion with someone today. Promote Celtic culture through music at http://celticmusicpodcast.com/. WELCOME THE IRISH & CELTIC MUSIC PODCAST * Helping you celebrate Celtic culture through music. I am Marc Gunn. I'm a Celtic musician and host of Pub Songs & Stories. This podcast is for fans of Celtic music. It is here to build a diverse Celtic community and help the incredible artists who so generously share their music with you. If you hear music you love, please email artists to let them know you heard them on the Irish and Celtic Music Podcast. Musicians depend on your generosity to release new music. So please find a way to support them. Buy a CD, Album Pin, Shirt, Digital Download, or join their community on Patreon. You can find a link to all of the artists in the shownotes, along with show times, when you visit our website at celticmusicpodcast.com. Email follow@bestcelticmusic to learn how to subscribe to the podcast and get a free music - only episode. If you are a Celtic musician and want your music featured on the show, I would love to play your music. Please submit your band to be played on the podcast. You don't have to send in music or an EPK. You will get a free eBook called Celtic Musicians Guide to Digital Music and learn how to follow the podcast. It's 100% free. Just email follow@bestcelticmusic Find Celtic Christmas Music here. THANK YOU PATRONS OF THE PODCAST! I am blown away by your generosity. You are why I keep sharing new episodes four times per month. You're also how I am able to do that. Your kindness pays for our engineer, graphic designer, Celtic Music Magazine editor, and promotion of the podcast. Your kindness allows me to buy the music I play here. It also pays for my time creating the show each and every week. As a patron, you get ad - free episodes before regular listeners. You get a music - only episode. You get to vote in the Celtic Top 20. You get free music downloads and sheet music. And you get a private feed to listen to the show or you can listen through the Patreon app.  All that for as little as $3 per month. A special thanks to our new and continued Patrons of the Podcast: Michael Cassidy, Steve Suther, Joe H., Evelyn HERE IS YOUR THREE STEP PLAN TO SUPPORT THE PODCAST Go to our Patreon page. Decide how much you want to pledge every month, $1, $12, $25. Keep listening to the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast to celebrate Celtic culture through music. You can become a generous Patron of the Podcast on Patreon at SongHenge.com. TRAVEL WITH CELTIC INVASION VACATIONS Every year, I take a small group of Celtic music fans on the relaxing adventure of a lifetime. We don't see everything. Instead, we stay in one area. We get to know the region through its culture, history, and legends. You can join us with an auditory and visual adventure through podcasts and videos. In 2025, we're going to Wexford, Ireland. In 2026, we're going to the Celtic nation of Galicia in Spain. We're gonna learn about the history and legends behind the Celts there and experience some amazing Galician Celtic music. Learn more about the invasion at http://celticinvasion.com/ #celticmusic #irishmusic #celticmusicpodcast I WANT YOUR FEEDBACK What are you doing today while listening to the podcast? I'd love to see a  picture of what you're doing while listening. Is there a new Celtic CD or Celtic band that you heard of or saw? Send a picture. Email me at follow@bestcelticmusic. GERALD GUINN emailed: "Always great to see Old Blind Dogs here. They were a huge early influence on Secret Commonwealth. We had the honor of opening for them in Fall of '95. Truly nice guys. best," Shawn Webster emailed a photo: "Hey Marc! I cooking up a pot of ramen while listening. I hope to see you at the Nerdy Noel in Huntsville again this weekend." SHAWN WEBSTER RAMEN Ellie Bontrager emailed a band recommendation: "Here is an awesome Denver celtic band!  Angus Mohr"

YHS on Monster Island - Godzilla, Kaiju, & Tokusatsu!
HOLIDAY WISHLIST 4 - Our Most Sought After Kaiju Toys & Collectibles

YHS on Monster Island - Godzilla, Kaiju, & Tokusatsu!

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 19, 2024 103:16


It's that time again! The snow is falling, the smell of hot cocoa is in the air, and people are clamoring for one thing...the YHS on Monster Island Annual Holiday Wishlist episode! And now you have it! Our very own "Pagos in a Pear Tree", Jacob Walsh, and the "Yuletide Yonggary", Jay Key, unveil their top ten most sought after toys and collectibles, ranging from vintage Marmits to indie designer toy releases, from Toho monsters to Ultra kaiju - and everything in between! If you like Godzilla collectibles, Godzilla figures, vintage Godzilla figures, monster toys, Godzilla vinyl figures, sofubi, or anything in that realm - this episode is for you...nay, this podcast is for you!

Steamy Stories Podcast
Christmas Cockie Exchange: Part 2

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 14, 2024


Two Turtle Doves, or Dildos?Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dana returned to the kitchen as Orlando was finishing drying the stemware. She leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her tits as she tried to give a confident look, though a drunken squirrel was racing around inside her chest.Orlando folded the dish towel, set it down as he stepped to her side. He reached around her waist and pulled her close, brushing her hair back, he whispered into her ear, "Strange as it is, there are some people who have a difficult time accepting good things that are given to them. You have been given a set of good and close girlfriends Dana." Orlando placed his fingertips at the base of her jaw, "Your pulse is beating hard, I sense that you are understandably nervous to find yourself in a position to accept or reject a special, intimate gift that has been tenderly offered to you." Continuing to whisper into her ear in a mesmerizing, deep masculine voice. "It is my hope that you will be accepting of all the pleasures and dreams which are before you."Dana gulped, wanting some words to come out of her throat, but nothing happened. She wasn't sure if those stuck words ever made it onto her tongue what they would say to Orlando's proposition. She liked the idea that they could be a 'yes', but something held her back from giving an answer. She let her emotions bubble hot inside of her, waiting until they were ready to come out in their own time; she wished and hoped they'd be an accepting 'yes', but she wasn't sure.The roaming fingers of her cooing partridge traced down the side of her neck, parting her collar from her prickly, heated skin. His fingers found her bra strap and followed it lower along the pathway that brought his touch to the slope of her tit. With one hand, the tips of his fingers ran along the upper rim of her black lacy cup while the other hand undid the top button of her blouse. Orlando breathed his warm, moist breath into her ear. "You've changed into something lacy since I've arrived," was Orlando's observation. "You have not given me a spoken answer as to whether you'll accept an intimate gift, but I have gotten your subtle answer by my discovery of your hidden charms. You are a charming woman," Orlando breathed into her ear in a husky voice, and then gave her a small kiss on the cheek.Dana let out a small moan as she unconsciously tipped her head back, exposing her throat and lifting her tits as Orlando teased her flesh as he continued with his light touch running along the contours of her bra. Her gift lover recognized the moan, the short breaths, the exposed throat and the visible flush of her chest as the tell-tale signs of a woman drifting into seduction. Dana didn't have to speak; she had already extended an invitation in the wordless language of lovers for Orlando to take her wherever he wanted to go.Orlando worked deliberately, unfastening each button as he pressed his warm lips to her throat followed by tiny, wet touches with the tip of his tongue. Dana let his attention wash over her skin, floating on warm waves that rippled through her insides. With the bottom button undone, he rolled his fingers around her cups, petting her ribs before setting his fingers between her fingers, lifting their entwined hands and guiding Dana out of the kitchen, floating toward the back of the house.Lifting her unfastened shirt off her shoulders, Orlando tossed it over a chair in the corner and then pressed her with his palm, forcing Dana to fall back onto the bed. Dana landed on her back with a giggle, loving the feeling of being desired and taken. She placed her hands behind her head, accentuating her tits covered in the gossamer black fabric of her cups. She relished watching Orlando, waiting to see his next move.Orlando reached into the side pocket of his jacket, tossing a small bottle onto the bed. "What's that?" asked Dana from her reclining pin-up girl pose."Consider it 'partridge oil,' my little chickpea. Some of us more experienced partridges find that a dab or two on a partridge's pecker makes for smoother night's nesting in our chosen pear tree."Dana broke into a broad grin, "I never knew partridges were such considerate birds," she said."Not all partridges are, some will leave droppings on your car. But when a partridge finds an attractive limb or two, we partridges are known to be considerate nesters." Orlando tossed his jacket over the back of the corner chair and then stripped off his shirt, shoes and socks."Now, I believe this old, experienced partridge has found a pair of attractive limbs that interest me a great deal." Orlando crawled onto the bed, unsnapped Dana's pants and pulled them off as she lifted her lower limbs skyward. Orlando admired her matching lacy black panties for a moment before he swooped in and removed the pair just as he'd done with her pants. "Ah, there is a pretty little partridge nest at the top of a pair of attractive limbs," announced Orlando, more to himself than to Dana.Dana felt shy, but at the same time pleased to be the object of a man's intimate attention for the first time in a long time. She lay on the bed, her cunny and pubic hair exposed to Orlando's admiring eyes while still trussed up in her bra. She squirmed over to retrieve the bottle of lubricant that Orlando had tossed onto the quilt. She shook it in front of the shirtless man lying next to her, teasing him she asked, "Don't you have to molt or something before this 'partridge oil' can be applied to your pecker?" She was pleased to see the fabric at his crotch stretched over a nice, rigid form."I'm getting the urge to roost, but I'd enjoy a little more playtime." Orlando tucked his targeted pear tree under the heavy quilt, slipping under to join her. He pulled her over to cuddle next to him. He slipped her straps off her shoulders, massaging and nibbling at her back as he unhooked the last of her garments, discarding it over the side of the bed. He rolled her onto her back, cupping and squeezing her tits as he kissed her arms, working his lips to the top of her tit, bunching her tit in his firm grip as he pushed her erect nipple into his mouth. He inhaled her exquisitely sensitive titty tip with a vigorous suction that filled his hot, wet mouth. His tongue darted and circled around her puffed up bits, sending sparks shooting into her clit. He worked her fleshy mounds over with his mouth, drooling over her melons and adding to the juicy wet sensation she was getting between her thighs.As he lapped at her nipples, caressing, licking, squeezing and mashing her mammaries with his right hand, his left hand traveled across her belly, inching its way lower on her body. Dana opened herself, thrilled to once again feel the pleasure of a man intimately handling all of her excited girl parts. Her cunny was more than moist, her breathing shallow and her brain swimming in a warm fog. Dana arched her hips as Orlando's hand petted her bush; her little princess ached to once again be embraced by a dancing partner. It has been so long. Her warm, buttery inner parts were feeling more wonderful than she ever remembered.Orlando's fingers passed over her dewy vulva with a firm pressure. His hand made a tight circular grinding motion before he spread her puffy lips open, probing along her slick walls, climbing up her canyon. Dana held her breath, she wanted to squeal before he got to her clit, but she held her silence with closed eyes, letting the anticipation of first contact build in her lungs and in her loins.Orlando's fingertip crept up the underside of her rigid clit, painting her in her own sex juices. He circled her aroused bud, triggering a flash of blue electricity that shot under her skin to her toes. Dana's hips bucked; her ass arched as she pushed her sex trigger into her lover's fingers. He ran a couple of his fingers into her slippery cunny, drawing them up to her clit, bathing her in her own nectar. Dana burst into a series of brusque chirps, half-screaming, half-moaning as she was seized by convulsing and shaking legs. She choked out in shallow breaths, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh god, oh fuck. Oh, fucking fuck."Orlando let her convulsions subside. Dana covered her eyes with her hands, gasping for breath as his fingers rested, half filling her pulsing cunny. "I could be wrong -- but I'm not; you have a lot more in the tank my little chickpea." Orlando stuffed his fingers further up inside her cunt as if he was taking the measure of her tank. He pulled out slowly, making sure he tickled her g-spot as he withdrew from her throbbing void."I might have forgotten about the next element in your Secret Santa swap tonight, except it is so fucking uncomfortable right now. I'm afraid you'll have to perform the final plucking of your evening's gift partridge. I will need the skilled digits of my beautiful assistant; would you please remove my remaining apparel. I have been instructed by the one who sent me, to inform you that there is a special package waiting for you underneath."With the glee of a young girl selecting her wrapped package from under the Christmas tree, Dana rolled on her side, unzipping Orlando's white trousers and pulling them off. His erection was obvious under his holiday themed underwear, yet it looked as if his underwear was packing more than expected. Curious about his cock and whatever extras accompanied his package, she tugged his last bit of wrapping away to reveal the full package. Dana whooped in surprise, and laughed a hearty laugh, admiring the red bow adding a festive cheer to his stiff prick. "Oh my! Is this all for me?" she giggled.Orlando shrugged, "I suggest you read the label. If it's not addressed to you, I've made a terrible mistake."Dana picked up the card hanging from the red bow, dangling below Orlando's Christmas balls: "On the First Day of Christmas, My True Friend gave to me, A Partridge in a Pear Tree. Dear Dana, I hope you enjoy the Christmas package I've selected for you. I've decided to exchange more than cookies after our usual Christmas Cookie Exchange. Dana, Merry Fucking Christmas! -- McNally."Dana let a little squeak escape, "This is all so very naughty."Orlando thrust his hips toward Dana, "Yes it is. Would you do me a favor and unknot me?" he said, shaking his boner in front of her to get her to remove the bow and gift card from his masculine package.Dana's eyes flashed with a mischievous grin, she wiggled her fingers in excitement before blushing as she reached to the base of the proud cock, lifting the elastic band at the base to un-decorate Orlando's extended organ."Thank you," was his response as his partridge cock was now as free as a bird. He searched the folds of the bed cover, looking to find the bottle of partridge pecker oil he'd tossed onto the bed earlier. Dana found it under her bottom, showing her find to Orlando."May I?" was her question as she managed a sheepish look up into Orlando's eyes."The pleasure would be all mine," he replied.Dana reached out to grab his manhandle, coaxing him into bed. She crawled over him, letting her tits hang down, dangling in his face. She dropped her shoulders, let one nipple land on his lips, he gave her a lick, and then she plopped her other nipple to his lips, receiving a second exhilarating lick. She scooted down, grasping the base of his cock, about to apply a dab of lube, when she thought better of her idea.She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, marveling at the inflexible piece of anatomy, trying to recall the fun of having a man's stiff cock penetrating her. It had been a while since she had even imagined enjoying the pleasure of a good fucking. She admired his towering erection, abandoned her last bit of hesitation holding her back and opened her lips and took him in deep. She moved her hands to his nuts, caressed them as she swabbed the hot pink shaft with her tongue. She sucked and stroked him, bringing him to maximum stiffness without a hint of gagging, feeling proud of her accomplishment.Orlando held her head tight between his hands as she bobbed up and down in slow, long strokes with her lips. Orlando's hands reached under her, grabbing a handful of titties in each hand, massaging her boobs and making sure she had her plush nips squeezed between his fingers just the right amount of rough, stimulating pleasure.Dana was getting lathered up again, her lady parts were plump and wet with the thrill of sucking a thick cock and the powerful handling of her tits, making her want that cock to leave her lips and tongue and find its way down to her labia and clit. Dana let Orlando's erection pull out of her mouth with a satisfying plop. She closed her eyes and made the deep humming sound of an aroused woman wanting and waiting to be taken.Orlando positioned his hand under her hanging udders, holding them in his solid grasp; he tilted her onto her back. Picking up the bottle of lube, he poured a small stream over her steaming cunt, rubbing his shaft with a second slathering. Dana's humming picked up in pitch as the cold lube oil fell on her labia, but Orlando's warm hands worked it into her soft girly flesh and made her feel happy and aroused to be pampered with floral scented oil on her feminine folds.Orlando had a well-oiled tool after a couple of strokes. He was eager to climb into his pear tree after great stimulating oral sex and the delight of handling Dana's attractive and suitably large and pendulous tits. He spread Dana's legs, pushing her knees wide after oiling her inner thighs. With a little bounce he crow-hopped between Dana's outstretched legs, landing on the gaping fruit of his pear tree. His partridge flew into her, surprising her with his sudden furious first fuck. He was thick and forced her apart, she felt stuffed; startled at the filling sensation, surprised at the penetration and swoopy with the undulating, gripping response of her unpracticed sex muscles to Orlando's perching inside her cunt.Orlando gripped her hips, Dana's legs pointed up as he pounded her with scooping, hungry thrusts of his hips, poking, prodding, pushing his pecker deeper into her ravenous nether regions. Her screams began with his first humping thrust; each blow between her legs brought a corresponding scream, he was the hammer, she was the anvil. The hammer hit her with shuddering force, the anvil of her sex rang out with each blow in an echoing scream of unbridled pleasure. She was being pounded into a form of malleable feminine flesh as her lover worked her over.Dana had been fucked many times before, she and Sander had made love, mad love, lazy love, hungry love and yet this was new for her. She let each throbbing thrust push her higher. She let Orlando's prick hammer her hard, pushing her to that orgasmic edge, an edge that was always a mystery. Dana never knew what was over the edge, at least not until she had been pushed over it and was falling into its abyss, filled with swirling clouds and tumbling waves of passion. She gave herself away, letting Orlando push her to the edge.She was hanging at the edge of her orgasm, she felt her lover's muscles tighten along his lean body, his breathing was labored, her desire was to feel him cum inside her. She wanted to give herself to him. In giving herself up to his explosive ejaculation, she would be blasted into deep space. The lovers would be swept away together in a perfect climax.Dana tensed in response to the man fucking her as he strained to gather his energy like a coiled spring planted deep inside her sex chamber. With a throaty groan, Orlando let his seed burst from his loins, flooding Dana with white hot fluid. She felt his release. His energy tripped her delicately balanced desire. Orlando's hot splash burst against the back of her vibrating inner hollow, exploding out through her lungs, rattling her pelvis as she shook and collapsed at its seductive power. The heat of her explosion radiated through all her muscles, warping the dimensions of her bedroom.Orlando rolled off her, pulling the heavy quilt over the two of them. He pulled Dana close to him, spooning with her as he buried his nose in her hair, letting his hand rest on her tit as dreams of sugar plums danced in their heads as they snuggled into a relaxed sleep like a contented partridge in a sweet pear tree.December's late sunrise was filtering through the blinds when Dana opened her eyes at Orlando's touch on her bare back. He ran his hand over her skin, rubbing the small of her back as she rolled over on her stomach. Waking up to a man's roaming hands was a forgotten pleasure for Dana. Her night's partner massaged her rump as she purred. Orlando gave her a light smack across her ass, whispering, "You have a beautiful pear-shaped ass, fresh and firm." He bent over and took a tiny nip at her flank, Dana flinched, then he kissed it all better."I regret that I have an appointment for later this morning. Please excuse me, but I will take my leave after a wonderful experience." Dana watched him dress from under a wad of sheets and blankets."Mr. Partridge?" she called as he moved toward the bedroom door, Orlando smiled and turned toward the nude woman lying in bed."Yes?" he asked in a jaunty tone."Tell McNally, 'Have yourself a Merry Fucking Christmas to one and to all', would you?"Orlando chuckled, "That sounds like an inside joke among The Chix. I'll leave that one up to you to deliver that message, my little chickpea." Orlando let himself out of the house. Two Turtle DovesDana was reluctant to rise out of bed; she wished she could linger under the covers with a lover all day. But she was resigned to the fact that the day had to move forward. She locked the door, put on a pot of coffee and made her bed. Her phone pinged. She went to find it and red the incoming text.It was from Annie, 'Clear your calendar this afternoon girl. I'll be delivering a holiday surprise package to your house. You will need to be at home to receive it!' Dana's first thought was, how sweet of Annie.She was expecting a visit from Annie when the doorbell rang mid-afternoon. Dana was surprised to see Nelson on her doorstep. "Is Annie with you?" Dana asked with a quizzical look and a realization that she was experiencing a flash of deja vu all over again.Nelson stepped into the house carrying a small gift bag and handed Dana a scroll tied with a white ribbon. "What's this?" Dana asked as she cocked her head, taking the scroll from Nelson. "This is all so mysterious - again," she said with her eyes and smile flashing in obvious enjoyment of the unfolding mystery in her entry hall. Dana ran her eyes up and down the broad, well-toned frame of the dark-haired man whom she had known as a friend for many years.Dana unfurled the scroll, feeling a hot flush ignite her face as she red Annie's words while her complexion blushed to contrast with the scroll's ribbon. Dana sucked in her breath; her eyes grew wide as she red what had just been handed to her. From what was written in the scroll, it sounded like Annie had sent her husband, Nelson over to her as a special gift. Nelson was here to give her 'a time of holiday magic.' Annie's introduction stated that 'Nelson was 'prepared to fulfill her wish list', and for this one time only, Santa would be unloading his sack and giving his gifts to one of the naughty girls on his list.' According to the instructions, all she had to do was 'to be swept away and be surprised by the goodies that were stuffed into her stocking.'Dana took another short breath as she finished reading; she understood that the text Annie had sent this morning was but a pretext, a set up. Her lips parted as she realized that there were waves of warm desire flowing in her center as she detected a sudden firming within her lady parts. She was pleasantly embarrassed as she felt another blush rise to her nipples, throat and face.Nelson stared at Dana, analyzing her expressions, making sure she had figured out the reason for his visit. Dana knew he was watching her for a sign of her willingness to have him romance the pants off of her. Nelson's stare made her feel bashful as she kept her secret of wanting to be desired and ravaged by a man who had been off limits -- until now.Nelson saw enough in Dana's eyes, shy smile and crimson blush to pursue Annie's plan. "You understand why Annie sent me over here, don't you?"Dana wanted to reach out to touch him to affirm that she did, but she kept her hands to herself. She folded herself up in a demure stance and waited for Nelson to make his move. "Annie said you might need some convincing, but that my appearance and purpose would not be a total surprise to you -- whatever that may mean." Nelson put his hands on her shoulders, whispered into her ear, "Merry Trystmas, from me and Annie to you."Dana spun away as Nelson was moving his hands toward her tits, but not too far away. "What's in the bag Nelson?" she said as she lifted her neck to peek at the gift bag on the floor behind him."Ah, glad you asked. Allow me to say that I have been sent to your lovely side in this special season and my quest is to hunt for turtle doves. It is my understanding that turtle doves always, always come in pairs. I am a connoisseur of turtle doves, and I will search high and low to find such a pair. I assure you that I will leave no stone, or garment, unturned in my assigned quest to find a pair of white turtle doves." Nelson lifted the bag, "May I share with you my turtle dove hunting strategy?" he asked as he nudged Dana into her kitchen.Dana crossed her arms over her chest, "I would be very interested in your proposed hunting strategy. But I've heard it takes a bit of skill and charm and a degree of luck to flush a pair of turtle doves out into the open. Is that true?" Dana rocked her shoulders in a coquettish fashion as she let Nelson follow her to the kitchen table."Luck, my lady, has nothing to do with it." Nelson put the bag of goodies on the table, "It is all charm and skill," he let out a good-natured laugh at his exaggerated sexual swagger to his longtime friend and with a little luck, soon to be lover. "Let me show you some of the enticing baits that have worked well for generations of turtle dove poachers. Nelson reached into the bag and drew out a small, ornate candy box.He handed it to Dana, "Go ahead, open it," he insisted. Dana removed the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside were a half-dozen chocolate covered pecans clusters."Oh yes, I see why these might work. They're turtle candies -- like decoys. You're a very clever hunter Nelson. You say these are used as bait to lure turtle doves out into the open?"Nelson was pleased with Dana's playful reaction, "Yes indeed, that's the plan. It's in all the field guides that I've red. The use of these little chocolates makes me a master baiter."Dana snorted at Nelson's set up. "I guess I should've seen that cumming," she added once she'd caught her breath.Nelson nodded to her with a sly smile, acknowledging her playful comeback. "The old-time hunters have a saying, 'Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.' But I'm of the opinion that the hunt can be as much fun as the capture."Dana straightened her spine and rounded her shoulders to emphasize her cleavage as she smirked at the great hunter seated across the table from her. "When does hunting season open?""I got another trick in my bag." Nelson pulled out a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup, holding it in front of Dana."Oh, you are a clever man, Nelson. I see what you've done; chocolate turtle decoys and Dove chocolate sauce, yes, quite clever preparations for a turtle dove safari." Dana was suppressing a giggle at the sight of Nelson's selected ingredients on her table. "But I have no idea how such items are combined with a hunter's skill and charm."Nelson snickered at Dana's pretend gullibility, "That's just the segue that an old, out of practice turtle dove hunter needs," he said in appreciation of her beguiling playfulness. "Allow me to demonstrate."Nelson held a turtle candy to her lips; Dana stuck out her tongue as he fed it to her. Dana licked and smacked her lips seductively as she devoured the bait. Nelson selected a second turtle, covering it with a squirt of chocolate syrup before he held it to her lips. Dana stuck out her tongue; Nelson missed her mouth, smearing gooey syrup over her chin and running down her jaw. "Oops. I might not be the skilled master baiter that I thought I was," he said as he picked up a napkin from the table. Nelson, dabbed at her face and neck, but ended up smearing the syrup into a larger mess. "Oops. How clumsy of me. This isn't working so well, let me try something else." Nelson moved in close to Dana and began licking her face in long, slow scoops. Dana held still as he worked his tongue off her chin and down her throat.Dana began to coo as she enjoyed the wet, messy sensation of being devoured."I hear the cooing sounds of turtle doves," whispered Nelson between his slow slurps mixed with kisses. "There must be a pair nearby. Let me see if I can sneak up on them.""I think they're hiding somewhere in here." Nelson inserted his hands under the front of Dana's blouse, rambling among the straps and cups. Nelson unbuttoned the upper buttons, reaching over to the bottle of chocolate syrup and dribbled a little stream on her throat. Dana tossed her head back, exposing the dark vein and inviting Nelson to clean her up with his tongue.Nelson sucked and licked his way down her throat to her chest while he finished undoing her top. After removing her shirt, he had her rise from her chair. He held his hands behind her head, working them down to her bra. With a deft snap of his fingers, Dana was undone. "Ah, these two turtle doves are too beautiful to be hidden away, caged and cooped up. Let me free these gentle beasts." Nelson draped her bra over the back of the chair before dribbling more Dove chocolate syrup on her upper chest."Yum, you taste so good for a bad girl." Nelson pushed Dana with his tongue and hands, making her lie back on the tabletop, tits up. More syrup was applied to her tits as Nelson dipped in, licking under her titties before grasping them like an ice cream cone and taking big licks across her accentuated nipples rising stiff and bright as a red, glowing holiday light atop the Christmas tree. Nelson's hot and eager mouth enveloped her exposed chocolate covered cherries; licking and smacking with his lashing tongue, rolling across her rounded holiday orbs, flush with excitement at the naughty attention they were garnering.Dana's pants and panties were off before she knew what was happening. She was bathed in ribbons of chocolate syrup from the tip of her two tits down to hip bones. Nelson lapped at her in a voracious, tooth-snapping fashion. He paused to admire her up-thrust boobs, "You are one of my new favorite Christmas treats; big, round teats like milky scoops topped off with tasty red berries, then covered in chocolate. Yum, yum-yum!"Dana had thrown her hands up over her head in sweet surrender as she was consumed figuratively by glowing desire and literally by the ravenous lips and tongue of her lover. She shifted further over the table, opening her thighs and dangling her legs off the table's edge, hoping she looked yummy and delicious. Offering herself as a holiday treat to the man she hoped to entice to keep on licking all the way down to her Christmas wonderland.Dana was not disappointed. Her bare chest was cleaned up well by Nelson's fastidious fussing over her naked body slathered in sweetness. Nelson let his tongue flow downstream, following the rivulet of syrup that ran along the contours of her body. Taking a seat in the chair Dana had just vacated, he pushed her thighs apart, running his fingers up from her knees to the intimate interior canyon that opened between her legs. Spreading her puffy, pink labia, Nelson held her open to peek at her engorged twat protruding beyond the folds of delicate flesh. Dana's half-hidden clit looked like a poorly re-wrapped gift after a curious child had taken a little peek underneath, unable to wait until Christmas morning to find out what was inside.Nelson's own package was straining to break out of his trousers and feeling even more uncomfortable with the bow and tag that Annie had made him wear before coming to seduce their friend Dana under the pretense of looking for two turtle doves. "Excuse me, I almost forgot, I have a package that is for you," Nelson mumbled as he looked over Dana's fuzzy pubic mound up toward her face. He stood, took off his blazer, shirt and boots and socks and then dropped his trousers.Dana lifted her head enough to see Nelson's erection had a pretty bow attached to its base. She exclaimed, "Is that package for me?""Read the gift tag," he said as he turned so that Dana red the attached card:"Dear Dana, I hope you enjoy the Christmas package I've selected for you. If you decide to be a bad girl this year, you may find a couple of turtle dove eggs laid upon your nest. Merry Fucking Christmas! Annie."Dana pulled off his phallic decoration, caressing his eggs after unwrapping his package. "The card says if I am a bad girl, my two turtle doves might get me laid and I might find a couple of eggs on my pussy's nest.""Ho ho ho, have you been a good girl or a bad girl this year?" Nelson inquired with a prurient interest as he filled her excited crevasse with a couple of slow, pumping fingers."I've been feeling so bad that I've been so good - that is up until recently. Now that I've become a bad girl, I've been feeling pretty good. Nelson, when you're looking over your list of who's naughty and who's nice; if I told you I want your hot cock stuffed down my chimney, would you hold it against me?"Nelson was in no mood to joke around now that his proud member was trimmed for action. He slipped his hands under Dana's ass, leaned into her cunt and gave her clit several flicks with his tongue. Dana squirmed and squealed at the soft, fleshy contact with her clit."Um, this is the moist wonderful time of the year," proclaimed Nelson as he came between her legs, driving into her cunt, stuffing her good and plenty.Dana's breath burst in a big whoosh as her sex muscles clamped down on the stiff man-flesh pumping into her pulsing parts. Nelson kept up a rhythmic pumping as he ran the pad of his thumb around her wild clitoris.Dana's hips bucked in response to the driving, throbbing action of a cock, forcing her intimate space to yield to its girth. Prickly sparks shot out into her toes as her twat was twiddled in a pool of chocolate syrup her lover had dripped over her pink jellybean.Dana's legs lifted into the air, she opened herself to a full throttle fucking. Nelson's bush-beating stick pounded her flesh; each heavy pumping stroke pushed her higher and higher. Dana felt herself rising to her orgasmic peak.Nelson could feel the sexual tension inside her as she offered counter thrusts. He could hear her swelling orgasm in her swooning moans. He continued his pace, knowing it was driving her toward a shattering orgasm.Dana threw her hands over her face in ecstasy as the building orgasm exploded in her core, blasting away her breath as she barked out short, sharp moans. She was a hot pool of jelly on her kitchen table. She was a mess with chocolate syrup making her skin sticky sweet as it mixed with her salty sweat and gushing love juices.The fantastic vibrations echoing in her cunt were starting to mellow when Nelson reached under her and flipped her tits-down and had her spread eagle across the table. She lifted her hips as Nelson grabbed her ass cheeks, presenting her cunt for a doggy-style penetration. Nelson poured chocolate syrup over his turgid phallus and flew at her gaping cunt with a hearty and lusty thrust. He gave her a sharp spank that cracked across the kitchen as he yelled,"On Dasher, on Prancer, on Boner, oh fuck I'm Blitzen!Oh fuck, I'm cumming in your chimney tonight."Nelson pumped her cunt, poking Dana deep, she was moaning with every thrust and every command to his flying, fucking reindeer. Another spank on her flank and Nelson grunted as he stuffed himself deep into her consuming cunt. He held her ass tight to his balls as he shot a blizzard of white cum into Dana's happy cunt.Nelson dropped back into the chair, looking exhausted and quite pleased. Dana was warmed to see Nelson looking so satisfied. She gave him a kiss and then shook her tits, slapping his cheeks with her chocolate syrup painted orbs, making a bigger mess of his face.Dana crawled into his lap, feeling his used-up strength begin to fade. She was happy to have made such a big, fun mess in her kitchen again. "Come on. You're not done until you've cleaned your two turtle doves that you so charmingly flushed into the open." Dana led Nelson by the hand, pushing him into her warm shower where she joined him, making him soap up her lady parts and get them squeaky clean.They toweled one another dry, paying extra attention to those parts once dredged in Dove chocolate syrup, making sure all was spanking clean. Nelson tiptoed back to his pile of clothes on the kitchen floor, dressing himself and apologizing that, "There is some Holiday business I have to attend to at the station."Before walking back out through the door, he gave Dana a squeeze, "I'd fantasized about taking you on the kitchen table before, of course I never thought I would ever enjoy the opportunity. Honestly, Annie deserves a lot of credit for fulfilling my wish list - though I never mentioned this fantasy to her. She's uncanny sometimes." With a playful goose of Dana's two turtle doves, he whispered, "Merry Trystmas," shutting the door behind him as Dana heard a faint 'Ho Ho Ho' as Nelson flew out into the chilly December night. To be continued in part 3, based on the post by SandyMarl for Literotica.

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Christmas Cockie Exchange: Part 2

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Two Turtle Doves, or Dildos?Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dana returned to the kitchen as Orlando was finishing drying the stemware. She leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her tits as she tried to give a confident look, though a drunken squirrel was racing around inside her chest.Orlando folded the dish towel, set it down as he stepped to her side. He reached around her waist and pulled her close, brushing her hair back, he whispered into her ear, "Strange as it is, there are some people who have a difficult time accepting good things that are given to them. You have been given a set of good and close girlfriends Dana." Orlando placed his fingertips at the base of her jaw, "Your pulse is beating hard, I sense that you are understandably nervous to find yourself in a position to accept or reject a special, intimate gift that has been tenderly offered to you." Continuing to whisper into her ear in a mesmerizing, deep masculine voice. "It is my hope that you will be accepting of all the pleasures and dreams which are before you."Dana gulped, wanting some words to come out of her throat, but nothing happened. She wasn't sure if those stuck words ever made it onto her tongue what they would say to Orlando's proposition. She liked the idea that they could be a 'yes', but something held her back from giving an answer. She let her emotions bubble hot inside of her, waiting until they were ready to come out in their own time; she wished and hoped they'd be an accepting 'yes', but she wasn't sure.The roaming fingers of her cooing partridge traced down the side of her neck, parting her collar from her prickly, heated skin. His fingers found her bra strap and followed it lower along the pathway that brought his touch to the slope of her tit. With one hand, the tips of his fingers ran along the upper rim of her black lacy cup while the other hand undid the top button of her blouse. Orlando breathed his warm, moist breath into her ear. "You've changed into something lacy since I've arrived," was Orlando's observation. "You have not given me a spoken answer as to whether you'll accept an intimate gift, but I have gotten your subtle answer by my discovery of your hidden charms. You are a charming woman," Orlando breathed into her ear in a husky voice, and then gave her a small kiss on the cheek.Dana let out a small moan as she unconsciously tipped her head back, exposing her throat and lifting her tits as Orlando teased her flesh as he continued with his light touch running along the contours of her bra. Her gift lover recognized the moan, the short breaths, the exposed throat and the visible flush of her chest as the tell-tale signs of a woman drifting into seduction. Dana didn't have to speak; she had already extended an invitation in the wordless language of lovers for Orlando to take her wherever he wanted to go.Orlando worked deliberately, unfastening each button as he pressed his warm lips to her throat followed by tiny, wet touches with the tip of his tongue. Dana let his attention wash over her skin, floating on warm waves that rippled through her insides. With the bottom button undone, he rolled his fingers around her cups, petting her ribs before setting his fingers between her fingers, lifting their entwined hands and guiding Dana out of the kitchen, floating toward the back of the house.Lifting her unfastened shirt off her shoulders, Orlando tossed it over a chair in the corner and then pressed her with his palm, forcing Dana to fall back onto the bed. Dana landed on her back with a giggle, loving the feeling of being desired and taken. She placed her hands behind her head, accentuating her tits covered in the gossamer black fabric of her cups. She relished watching Orlando, waiting to see his next move.Orlando reached into the side pocket of his jacket, tossing a small bottle onto the bed. "What's that?" asked Dana from her reclining pin-up girl pose."Consider it 'partridge oil,' my little chickpea. Some of us more experienced partridges find that a dab or two on a partridge's pecker makes for smoother night's nesting in our chosen pear tree."Dana broke into a broad grin, "I never knew partridges were such considerate birds," she said."Not all partridges are, some will leave droppings on your car. But when a partridge finds an attractive limb or two, we partridges are known to be considerate nesters." Orlando tossed his jacket over the back of the corner chair and then stripped off his shirt, shoes and socks."Now, I believe this old, experienced partridge has found a pair of attractive limbs that interest me a great deal." Orlando crawled onto the bed, unsnapped Dana's pants and pulled them off as she lifted her lower limbs skyward. Orlando admired her matching lacy black panties for a moment before he swooped in and removed the pair just as he'd done with her pants. "Ah, there is a pretty little partridge nest at the top of a pair of attractive limbs," announced Orlando, more to himself than to Dana.Dana felt shy, but at the same time pleased to be the object of a man's intimate attention for the first time in a long time. She lay on the bed, her cunny and pubic hair exposed to Orlando's admiring eyes while still trussed up in her bra. She squirmed over to retrieve the bottle of lubricant that Orlando had tossed onto the quilt. She shook it in front of the shirtless man lying next to her, teasing him she asked, "Don't you have to molt or something before this 'partridge oil' can be applied to your pecker?" She was pleased to see the fabric at his crotch stretched over a nice, rigid form."I'm getting the urge to roost, but I'd enjoy a little more playtime." Orlando tucked his targeted pear tree under the heavy quilt, slipping under to join her. He pulled her over to cuddle next to him. He slipped her straps off her shoulders, massaging and nibbling at her back as he unhooked the last of her garments, discarding it over the side of the bed. He rolled her onto her back, cupping and squeezing her tits as he kissed her arms, working his lips to the top of her tit, bunching her tit in his firm grip as he pushed her erect nipple into his mouth. He inhaled her exquisitely sensitive titty tip with a vigorous suction that filled his hot, wet mouth. His tongue darted and circled around her puffed up bits, sending sparks shooting into her clit. He worked her fleshy mounds over with his mouth, drooling over her melons and adding to the juicy wet sensation she was getting between her thighs.As he lapped at her nipples, caressing, licking, squeezing and mashing her mammaries with his right hand, his left hand traveled across her belly, inching its way lower on her body. Dana opened herself, thrilled to once again feel the pleasure of a man intimately handling all of her excited girl parts. Her cunny was more than moist, her breathing shallow and her brain swimming in a warm fog. Dana arched her hips as Orlando's hand petted her bush; her little princess ached to once again be embraced by a dancing partner. It has been so long. Her warm, buttery inner parts were feeling more wonderful than she ever remembered.Orlando's fingers passed over her dewy vulva with a firm pressure. His hand made a tight circular grinding motion before he spread her puffy lips open, probing along her slick walls, climbing up her canyon. Dana held her breath, she wanted to squeal before he got to her clit, but she held her silence with closed eyes, letting the anticipation of first contact build in her lungs and in her loins.Orlando's fingertip crept up the underside of her rigid clit, painting her in her own sex juices. He circled her aroused bud, triggering a flash of blue electricity that shot under her skin to her toes. Dana's hips bucked; her ass arched as she pushed her sex trigger into her lover's fingers. He ran a couple of his fingers into her slippery cunny, drawing them up to her clit, bathing her in her own nectar. Dana burst into a series of brusque chirps, half-screaming, half-moaning as she was seized by convulsing and shaking legs. She choked out in shallow breaths, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh god, oh fuck. Oh, fucking fuck."Orlando let her convulsions subside. Dana covered her eyes with her hands, gasping for breath as his fingers rested, half filling her pulsing cunny. "I could be wrong -- but I'm not; you have a lot more in the tank my little chickpea." Orlando stuffed his fingers further up inside her cunt as if he was taking the measure of her tank. He pulled out slowly, making sure he tickled her g-spot as he withdrew from her throbbing void."I might have forgotten about the next element in your Secret Santa swap tonight, except it is so fucking uncomfortable right now. I'm afraid you'll have to perform the final plucking of your evening's gift partridge. I will need the skilled digits of my beautiful assistant; would you please remove my remaining apparel. I have been instructed by the one who sent me, to inform you that there is a special package waiting for you underneath."With the glee of a young girl selecting her wrapped package from under the Christmas tree, Dana rolled on her side, unzipping Orlando's white trousers and pulling them off. His erection was obvious under his holiday themed underwear, yet it looked as if his underwear was packing more than expected. Curious about his cock and whatever extras accompanied his package, she tugged his last bit of wrapping away to reveal the full package. Dana whooped in surprise, and laughed a hearty laugh, admiring the red bow adding a festive cheer to his stiff prick. "Oh my! Is this all for me?" she giggled.Orlando shrugged, "I suggest you read the label. If it's not addressed to you, I've made a terrible mistake."Dana picked up the card hanging from the red bow, dangling below Orlando's Christmas balls: "On the First Day of Christmas, My True Friend gave to me, A Partridge in a Pear Tree. Dear Dana, I hope you enjoy the Christmas package I've selected for you. I've decided to exchange more than cookies after our usual Christmas Cookie Exchange. Dana, Merry Fucking Christmas! -- McNally."Dana let a little squeak escape, "This is all so very naughty."Orlando thrust his hips toward Dana, "Yes it is. Would you do me a favor and unknot me?" he said, shaking his boner in front of her to get her to remove the bow and gift card from his masculine package.Dana's eyes flashed with a mischievous grin, she wiggled her fingers in excitement before blushing as she reached to the base of the proud cock, lifting the elastic band at the base to un-decorate Orlando's extended organ."Thank you," was his response as his partridge cock was now as free as a bird. He searched the folds of the bed cover, looking to find the bottle of partridge pecker oil he'd tossed onto the bed earlier. Dana found it under her bottom, showing her find to Orlando."May I?" was her question as she managed a sheepish look up into Orlando's eyes."The pleasure would be all mine," he replied.Dana reached out to grab his manhandle, coaxing him into bed. She crawled over him, letting her tits hang down, dangling in his face. She dropped her shoulders, let one nipple land on his lips, he gave her a lick, and then she plopped her other nipple to his lips, receiving a second exhilarating lick. She scooted down, grasping the base of his cock, about to apply a dab of lube, when she thought better of her idea.She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, marveling at the inflexible piece of anatomy, trying to recall the fun of having a man's stiff cock penetrating her. It had been a while since she had even imagined enjoying the pleasure of a good fucking. She admired his towering erection, abandoned her last bit of hesitation holding her back and opened her lips and took him in deep. She moved her hands to his nuts, caressed them as she swabbed the hot pink shaft with her tongue. She sucked and stroked him, bringing him to maximum stiffness without a hint of gagging, feeling proud of her accomplishment.Orlando held her head tight between his hands as she bobbed up and down in slow, long strokes with her lips. Orlando's hands reached under her, grabbing a handful of titties in each hand, massaging her boobs and making sure she had her plush nips squeezed between his fingers just the right amount of rough, stimulating pleasure.Dana was getting lathered up again, her lady parts were plump and wet with the thrill of sucking a thick cock and the powerful handling of her tits, making her want that cock to leave her lips and tongue and find its way down to her labia and clit. Dana let Orlando's erection pull out of her mouth with a satisfying plop. She closed her eyes and made the deep humming sound of an aroused woman wanting and waiting to be taken.Orlando positioned his hand under her hanging udders, holding them in his solid grasp; he tilted her onto her back. Picking up the bottle of lube, he poured a small stream over her steaming cunt, rubbing his shaft with a second slathering. Dana's humming picked up in pitch as the cold lube oil fell on her labia, but Orlando's warm hands worked it into her soft girly flesh and made her feel happy and aroused to be pampered with floral scented oil on her feminine folds.Orlando had a well-oiled tool after a couple of strokes. He was eager to climb into his pear tree after great stimulating oral sex and the delight of handling Dana's attractive and suitably large and pendulous tits. He spread Dana's legs, pushing her knees wide after oiling her inner thighs. With a little bounce he crow-hopped between Dana's outstretched legs, landing on the gaping fruit of his pear tree. His partridge flew into her, surprising her with his sudden furious first fuck. He was thick and forced her apart, she felt stuffed; startled at the filling sensation, surprised at the penetration and swoopy with the undulating, gripping response of her unpracticed sex muscles to Orlando's perching inside her cunt.Orlando gripped her hips, Dana's legs pointed up as he pounded her with scooping, hungry thrusts of his hips, poking, prodding, pushing his pecker deeper into her ravenous nether regions. Her screams began with his first humping thrust; each blow between her legs brought a corresponding scream, he was the hammer, she was the anvil. The hammer hit her with shuddering force, the anvil of her sex rang out with each blow in an echoing scream of unbridled pleasure. She was being pounded into a form of malleable feminine flesh as her lover worked her over.Dana had been fucked many times before, she and Sander had made love, mad love, lazy love, hungry love and yet this was new for her. She let each throbbing thrust push her higher. She let Orlando's prick hammer her hard, pushing her to that orgasmic edge, an edge that was always a mystery. Dana never knew what was over the edge, at least not until she had been pushed over it and was falling into its abyss, filled with swirling clouds and tumbling waves of passion. She gave herself away, letting Orlando push her to the edge.She was hanging at the edge of her orgasm, she felt her lover's muscles tighten along his lean body, his breathing was labored, her desire was to feel him cum inside her. She wanted to give herself to him. In giving herself up to his explosive ejaculation, she would be blasted into deep space. The lovers would be swept away together in a perfect climax.Dana tensed in response to the man fucking her as he strained to gather his energy like a coiled spring planted deep inside her sex chamber. With a throaty groan, Orlando let his seed burst from his loins, flooding Dana with white hot fluid. She felt his release. His energy tripped her delicately balanced desire. Orlando's hot splash burst against the back of her vibrating inner hollow, exploding out through her lungs, rattling her pelvis as she shook and collapsed at its seductive power. The heat of her explosion radiated through all her muscles, warping the dimensions of her bedroom.Orlando rolled off her, pulling the heavy quilt over the two of them. He pulled Dana close to him, spooning with her as he buried his nose in her hair, letting his hand rest on her tit as dreams of sugar plums danced in their heads as they snuggled into a relaxed sleep like a contented partridge in a sweet pear tree.December's late sunrise was filtering through the blinds when Dana opened her eyes at Orlando's touch on her bare back. He ran his hand over her skin, rubbing the small of her back as she rolled over on her stomach. Waking up to a man's roaming hands was a forgotten pleasure for Dana. Her night's partner massaged her rump as she purred. Orlando gave her a light smack across her ass, whispering, "You have a beautiful pear-shaped ass, fresh and firm." He bent over and took a tiny nip at her flank, Dana flinched, then he kissed it all better."I regret that I have an appointment for later this morning. Please excuse me, but I will take my leave after a wonderful experience." Dana watched him dress from under a wad of sheets and blankets."Mr. Partridge?" she called as he moved toward the bedroom door, Orlando smiled and turned toward the nude woman lying in bed."Yes?" he asked in a jaunty tone."Tell McNally, 'Have yourself a Merry Fucking Christmas to one and to all', would you?"Orlando chuckled, "That sounds like an inside joke among The Chix. I'll leave that one up to you to deliver that message, my little chickpea." Orlando let himself out of the house. Two Turtle DovesDana was reluctant to rise out of bed; she wished she could linger under the covers with a lover all day. But she was resigned to the fact that the day had to move forward. She locked the door, put on a pot of coffee and made her bed. Her phone pinged. She went to find it and red the incoming text.It was from Annie, 'Clear your calendar this afternoon girl. I'll be delivering a holiday surprise package to your house. You will need to be at home to receive it!' Dana's first thought was, how sweet of Annie.She was expecting a visit from Annie when the doorbell rang mid-afternoon. Dana was surprised to see Nelson on her doorstep. "Is Annie with you?" Dana asked with a quizzical look and a realization that she was experiencing a flash of deja vu all over again.Nelson stepped into the house carrying a small gift bag and handed Dana a scroll tied with a white ribbon. "What's this?" Dana asked as she cocked her head, taking the scroll from Nelson. "This is all so mysterious - again," she said with her eyes and smile flashing in obvious enjoyment of the unfolding mystery in her entry hall. Dana ran her eyes up and down the broad, well-toned frame of the dark-haired man whom she had known as a friend for many years.Dana unfurled the scroll, feeling a hot flush ignite her face as she red Annie's words while her complexion blushed to contrast with the scroll's ribbon. Dana sucked in her breath; her eyes grew wide as she red what had just been handed to her. From what was written in the scroll, it sounded like Annie had sent her husband, Nelson over to her as a special gift. Nelson was here to give her 'a time of holiday magic.' Annie's introduction stated that 'Nelson was 'prepared to fulfill her wish list', and for this one time only, Santa would be unloading his sack and giving his gifts to one of the naughty girls on his list.' According to the instructions, all she had to do was 'to be swept away and be surprised by the goodies that were stuffed into her stocking.'Dana took another short breath as she finished reading; she understood that the text Annie had sent this morning was but a pretext, a set up. Her lips parted as she realized that there were waves of warm desire flowing in her center as she detected a sudden firming within her lady parts. She was pleasantly embarrassed as she felt another blush rise to her nipples, throat and face.Nelson stared at Dana, analyzing her expressions, making sure she had figured out the reason for his visit. Dana knew he was watching her for a sign of her willingness to have him romance the pants off of her. Nelson's stare made her feel bashful as she kept her secret of wanting to be desired and ravaged by a man who had been off limits -- until now.Nelson saw enough in Dana's eyes, shy smile and crimson blush to pursue Annie's plan. "You understand why Annie sent me over here, don't you?"Dana wanted to reach out to touch him to affirm that she did, but she kept her hands to herself. She folded herself up in a demure stance and waited for Nelson to make his move. "Annie said you might need some convincing, but that my appearance and purpose would not be a total surprise to you -- whatever that may mean." Nelson put his hands on her shoulders, whispered into her ear, "Merry Trystmas, from me and Annie to you."Dana spun away as Nelson was moving his hands toward her tits, but not too far away. "What's in the bag Nelson?" she said as she lifted her neck to peek at the gift bag on the floor behind him."Ah, glad you asked. Allow me to say that I have been sent to your lovely side in this special season and my quest is to hunt for turtle doves. It is my understanding that turtle doves always, always come in pairs. I am a connoisseur of turtle doves, and I will search high and low to find such a pair. I assure you that I will leave no stone, or garment, unturned in my assigned quest to find a pair of white turtle doves." Nelson lifted the bag, "May I share with you my turtle dove hunting strategy?" he asked as he nudged Dana into her kitchen.Dana crossed her arms over her chest, "I would be very interested in your proposed hunting strategy. But I've heard it takes a bit of skill and charm and a degree of luck to flush a pair of turtle doves out into the open. Is that true?" Dana rocked her shoulders in a coquettish fashion as she let Nelson follow her to the kitchen table."Luck, my lady, has nothing to do with it." Nelson put the bag of goodies on the table, "It is all charm and skill," he let out a good-natured laugh at his exaggerated sexual swagger to his longtime friend and with a little luck, soon to be lover. "Let me show you some of the enticing baits that have worked well for generations of turtle dove poachers. Nelson reached into the bag and drew out a small, ornate candy box.He handed it to Dana, "Go ahead, open it," he insisted. Dana removed the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside were a half-dozen chocolate covered pecans clusters."Oh yes, I see why these might work. They're turtle candies -- like decoys. You're a very clever hunter Nelson. You say these are used as bait to lure turtle doves out into the open?"Nelson was pleased with Dana's playful reaction, "Yes indeed, that's the plan. It's in all the field guides that I've red. The use of these little chocolates makes me a master baiter."Dana snorted at Nelson's set up. "I guess I should've seen that cumming," she added once she'd caught her breath.Nelson nodded to her with a sly smile, acknowledging her playful comeback. "The old-time hunters have a saying, 'Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.' But I'm of the opinion that the hunt can be as much fun as the capture."Dana straightened her spine and rounded her shoulders to emphasize her cleavage as she smirked at the great hunter seated across the table from her. "When does hunting season open?""I got another trick in my bag." Nelson pulled out a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup, holding it in front of Dana."Oh, you are a clever man, Nelson. I see what you've done; chocolate turtle decoys and Dove chocolate sauce, yes, quite clever preparations for a turtle dove safari." Dana was suppressing a giggle at the sight of Nelson's selected ingredients on her table. "But I have no idea how such items are combined with a hunter's skill and charm."Nelson snickered at Dana's pretend gullibility, "That's just the segue that an old, out of practice turtle dove hunter needs," he said in appreciation of her beguiling playfulness. "Allow me to demonstrate."Nelson held a turtle candy to her lips; Dana stuck out her tongue as he fed it to her. Dana licked and smacked her lips seductively as she devoured the bait. Nelson selected a second turtle, covering it with a squirt of chocolate syrup before he held it to her lips. Dana stuck out her tongue; Nelson missed her mouth, smearing gooey syrup over her chin and running down her jaw. "Oops. I might not be the skilled master baiter that I thought I was," he said as he picked up a napkin from the table. Nelson, dabbed at her face and neck, but ended up smearing the syrup into a larger mess. "Oops. How clumsy of me. This isn't working so well, let me try something else." Nelson moved in close to Dana and began licking her face in long, slow scoops. Dana held still as he worked his tongue off her chin and down her throat.Dana began to coo as she enjoyed the wet, messy sensation of being devoured."I hear the cooing sounds of turtle doves," whispered Nelson between his slow slurps mixed with kisses. "There must be a pair nearby. Let me see if I can sneak up on them.""I think they're hiding somewhere in here." Nelson inserted his hands under the front of Dana's blouse, rambling among the straps and cups. Nelson unbuttoned the upper buttons, reaching over to the bottle of chocolate syrup and dribbled a little stream on her throat. Dana tossed her head back, exposing the dark vein and inviting Nelson to clean her up with his tongue.Nelson sucked and licked his way down her throat to her chest while he finished undoing her top. After removing her shirt, he had her rise from her chair. He held his hands behind her head, working them down to her bra. With a deft snap of his fingers, Dana was undone. "Ah, these two turtle doves are too beautiful to be hidden away, caged and cooped up. Let me free these gentle beasts." Nelson draped her bra over the back of the chair before dribbling more Dove chocolate syrup on her upper chest."Yum, you taste so good for a bad girl." Nelson pushed Dana with his tongue and hands, making her lie back on the tabletop, tits up. More syrup was applied to her tits as Nelson dipped in, licking under her titties before grasping them like an ice cream cone and taking big licks across her accentuated nipples rising stiff and bright as a red, glowing holiday light atop the Christmas tree. Nelson's hot and eager mouth enveloped her exposed chocolate covered cherries; licking and smacking with his lashing tongue, rolling across her rounded holiday orbs, flush with excitement at the naughty attention they were garnering.Dana's pants and panties were off before she knew what was happening. She was bathed in ribbons of chocolate syrup from the tip of her two tits down to hip bones. Nelson lapped at her in a voracious, tooth-snapping fashion. He paused to admire her up-thrust boobs, "You are one of my new favorite Christmas treats; big, round teats like milky scoops topped off with tasty red berries, then covered in chocolate. Yum, yum-yum!"Dana had thrown her hands up over her head in sweet surrender as she was consumed figuratively by glowing desire and literally by the ravenous lips and tongue of her lover. She shifted further over the table, opening her thighs and dangling her legs off the table's edge, hoping she looked yummy and delicious. Offering herself as a holiday treat to the man she hoped to entice to keep on licking all the way down to her Christmas wonderland.Dana was not disappointed. Her bare chest was cleaned up well by Nelson's fastidious fussing over her naked body slathered in sweetness. Nelson let his tongue flow downstream, following the rivulet of syrup that ran along the contours of her body. Taking a seat in the chair Dana had just vacated, he pushed her thighs apart, running his fingers up from her knees to the intimate interior canyon that opened between her legs. Spreading her puffy, pink labia, Nelson held her open to peek at her engorged twat protruding beyond the folds of delicate flesh. Dana's half-hidden clit looked like a poorly re-wrapped gift after a curious child had taken a little peek underneath, unable to wait until Christmas morning to find out what was inside.Nelson's own package was straining to break out of his trousers and feeling even more uncomfortable with the bow and tag that Annie had made him wear before coming to seduce their friend Dana under the pretense of looking for two turtle doves. "Excuse me, I almost forgot, I have a package that is for you," Nelson mumbled as he looked over Dana's fuzzy pubic mound up toward her face. He stood, took off his blazer, shirt and boots and socks and then dropped his trousers.Dana lifted her head enough to see Nelson's erection had a pretty bow attached to its base. She exclaimed, "Is that package for me?""Read the gift tag," he said as he turned so that Dana red the attached card:"Dear Dana, I hope you enjoy the Christmas package I've selected for you. If you decide to be a bad girl this year, you may find a couple of turtle dove eggs laid upon your nest. Merry Fucking Christmas! Annie."Dana pulled off his phallic decoration, caressing his eggs after unwrapping his package. "The card says if I am a bad girl, my two turtle doves might get me laid and I might find a couple of eggs on my pussy's nest.""Ho ho ho, have you been a good girl or a bad girl this year?" Nelson inquired with a prurient interest as he filled her excited crevasse with a couple of slow, pumping fingers."I've been feeling so bad that I've been so good - that is up until recently. Now that I've become a bad girl, I've been feeling pretty good. Nelson, when you're looking over your list of who's naughty and who's nice; if I told you I want your hot cock stuffed down my chimney, would you hold it against me?"Nelson was in no mood to joke around now that his proud member was trimmed for action. He slipped his hands under Dana's ass, leaned into her cunt and gave her clit several flicks with his tongue. Dana squirmed and squealed at the soft, fleshy contact with her clit."Um, this is the moist wonderful time of the year," proclaimed Nelson as he came between her legs, driving into her cunt, stuffing her good and plenty.Dana's breath burst in a big whoosh as her sex muscles clamped down on the stiff man-flesh pumping into her pulsing parts. Nelson kept up a rhythmic pumping as he ran the pad of his thumb around her wild clitoris.Dana's hips bucked in response to the driving, throbbing action of a cock, forcing her intimate space to yield to its girth. Prickly sparks shot out into her toes as her twat was twiddled in a pool of chocolate syrup her lover had dripped over her pink jellybean.Dana's legs lifted into the air, she opened herself to a full throttle fucking. Nelson's bush-beating stick pounded her flesh; each heavy pumping stroke pushed her higher and higher. Dana felt herself rising to her orgasmic peak.Nelson could feel the sexual tension inside her as she offered counter thrusts. He could hear her swelling orgasm in her swooning moans. He continued his pace, knowing it was driving her toward a shattering orgasm.Dana threw her hands over her face in ecstasy as the building orgasm exploded in her core, blasting away her breath as she barked out short, sharp moans. She was a hot pool of jelly on her kitchen table. She was a mess with chocolate syrup making her skin sticky sweet as it mixed with her salty sweat and gushing love juices.The fantastic vibrations echoing in her cunt were starting to mellow when Nelson reached under her and flipped her tits-down and had her spread eagle across the table. She lifted her hips as Nelson grabbed her ass cheeks, presenting her cunt for a doggy-style penetration. Nelson poured chocolate syrup over his turgid phallus and flew at her gaping cunt with a hearty and lusty thrust. He gave her a sharp spank that cracked across the kitchen as he yelled,"On Dasher, on Prancer, on Boner, oh fuck I'm Blitzen!Oh fuck, I'm cumming in your chimney tonight."Nelson pumped her cunt, poking Dana deep, she was moaning with every thrust and every command to his flying, fucking reindeer. Another spank on her flank and Nelson grunted as he stuffed himself deep into her consuming cunt. He held her ass tight to his balls as he shot a blizzard of white cum into Dana's happy cunt.Nelson dropped back into the chair, looking exhausted and quite pleased. Dana was warmed to see Nelson looking so satisfied. She gave him a kiss and then shook her tits, slapping his cheeks with her chocolate syrup painted orbs, making a bigger mess of his face.Dana crawled into his lap, feeling his used-up strength begin to fade. She was happy to have made such a big, fun mess in her kitchen again. "Come on. You're not done until you've cleaned your two turtle doves that you so charmingly flushed into the open." Dana led Nelson by the hand, pushing him into her warm shower where she joined him, making him soap up her lady parts and get them squeaky clean.They toweled one another dry, paying extra attention to those parts once dredged in Dove chocolate syrup, making sure all was spanking clean. Nelson tiptoed back to his pile of clothes on the kitchen floor, dressing himself and apologizing that, "There is some Holiday business I have to attend to at the station."Before walking back out through the door, he gave Dana a squeeze, "I'd fantasized about taking you on the kitchen table before, of course I never thought I would ever enjoy the opportunity. Honestly, Annie deserves a lot of credit for fulfilling my wish list - though I never mentioned this fantasy to her. She's uncanny sometimes." With a playful goose of Dana's two turtle doves, he whispered, "Merry Trystmas," shutting the door behind him as Dana heard a faint 'Ho Ho Ho' as Nelson flew out into the chilly December night. To be continued in part 3, based on the post by SandyMarl for Literotica.

Steamy Stories Podcast
Christmas Cockie Exchange: Part 1

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 13, 2024


Husbands and cookies are exchanged, to add holiday cheer.Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Chix Annual Christmas Cookie ExchangeMcNally topped off each of the four glasses, then tipped the bottle to her lips to make sure she'd drained the last sweet drop of Gewürztraminer. McNally smacked her lips before inserting her tongue into the brown wine bottle's narrow orifice. "Umm, a sweet little rim job before I recycle this dead soldier," she announced to a kitchen packed with a few of her long-time friends. "This dark guy is so sweet, I just love him," she said as she continued her fellatio pantomime by wrapping her lips around the narrow neck as she encircled her fingers and made a couple of strokes up and down the bottle like she was finishing a masterful blow job.Her friends watched her risqué display and giggled, except for Patricia. Patricia picked through the array of Christmas cookie cutter shapes laid out at the edge of the counter, dropping her eyes as she scolded, "McNally, you should be more thoughtful of Dana. Your tipsy little joke is in poor taste in front of our hostess, especially at this time of year." Patricia meant it as a sobering rebuke, as if any of the girls present needed to be reminded of Dana's recently widowed status, especially around Christmas.McNally pulled the wine bottle's phallic dimensions from her lips, setting it down and turning to Dana, "Oh crap, I'm sorry. You know I had no intention of opening painful memories; I was only trying to lift the holiday spirits with a little bawdy humor... I was just thinking..."Dana turned to McNally, "I know. I know you McNally -- boy do I know you. You're always thinking we Chix should loosen up our inhibitions and take a walk on the steamier side of life; and boy are you always ready with a risqué joke, a steamy story or a naughty pun."Dana broke into a smile, and then spoke to her closest friends, "Hey Chix, you guys are so great! You're the only reason I'm able to get through this time of year. Without y'all, I'd be nothing but a blubbering mess this Christmas. Facing the painful first anniversary of Sander's passing is really hard. It'd be unbearable if I had to go through it alone. The support of my Chix means everything to me right now."Dana forced a cheery voice and continued speaking after dusting the flour off her hands. "I insisted y'all come into my kitchen this year and fill it with holiday cheer, so it'd be like the good times we had before. I want everyone to make a big sugary mess for me to clean up and keep me busy. Our annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange is our tradition; it's now more meaningful to me than ever. I'm dreading the holidays..." Dana paused to collect her emotions before continuing, "... as the holiday season approaches, I fear being all alone, left to deal with the memory of Sander's skiing accident by myself. I need my Chix more than ever right now. I need something to keep my mind from dwelling on the anniversary of the accident."Dana gave a congenial but forced looking smile to the women in her kitchen. "McNally, you go right on giving your Gewurztraminer boyfriend's long, brown glass cock a good sucking, it's fine with me and the rest of these kitchen voyeurs. Keep it up, all of you, be merry and I'll find a way to get by."Annie wiped a tear off her cheek as she stepped to Dana, wrapping her arms and her baggy, ugly Christmas sweater around Dana, managing to get cookie dough crumbs in Dana's hair in the process. Annie hugged Dana tight, embracing her in a prolonged hold to convey her sympathy and shared grief at the loss of Dana's husband last year. Annie teared up again as she remembered gathering with McNally and Patricia to take down the tree and put away all the festive Christmas decorations in Dana's house as Dana planned Sander's funeral.It was all so sad, so hard to deal with. Annie admired McNally's flair to disregard the implicit sadness hanging over their annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange; but didn't want to get between McNally and Patricia as they scuffled over the proper decorum in Dana's kitchen under the circumstances.Annie let go and pulled away from her embrace, and as she did, she gasped, "Oh Dana, I'm sorry. Look what I've done, my dirty apron made a mess on your top. I'm sorry."Dana laughed, "I should've expected this would happen, wearing black when I'm in the middle of a hen party with flour flying all over my kitchen. I thought I'd feel and look slimmer wearing black, a self-deluding effect to counteract my debauched cookie sampling today. I might as well just drop these little Santa cookies down my pants and let 'em stick right there on my hips," smacking her hands on her ass for emphasis.Annie, trying to make up for the accidental flour dusting, began to brush her fingers across Dana's boobs, fussing and worrying she'd ruined Dana's pullover. Dana laughed it off, "Annie, stop fretting, it'll wash out, no problem. Relax. Let's all have a good time making a mess as we bake and decorate our cookies. There's something festive about a busy and messy kitchen. I just love it."McNally watched from the other side of the counter as Annie dabbed and wiped the front of Dana's chest, "I know what you're getting for Christmas - one of those cordless hand vacuums; they market it as a bust duster." Everyone cracked up at McNally's pun, even Patricia.The timer went off; Patricia stepped to the oven to check on the first batch of cookies. She pulled out the cookie sheet and put it on the cooling rack."Those look perfect," Annie announced."They're not perfect until they're decorated," responded Dana. "They're just plain-Jane naked right now. It's our job to get them all dressed up in their Christmas fancy-pants.""Oh, Patricia, can you grab the box of sprinkles and glittery decorating doo-dahs from the cupboard next to the oven?" asked Dana. Patricia set the full box of decorating doo-dahs on the kitchen table.McNally burst into song, "Doo-dah, doo-dah, Camptown ladies sing this song, all the doo-dah day!" McNally's three friends joined in a final chorus, "Doo-dah, doo-dah, all the doo-dah day!""Now things are starting to sound festive," declared Dana as she mixed bowls of red and green frosting. "McNally, there's a bottle of Riesling in the garage fridge -- I know I don't have to ask twice to get you to bring that one in and pour another round."Annie said, "This is sounding and feeling like old times; like back in the beginning when we worked at Dix Chix. Who remembers which of us four started waitressing first at Dix?""Wasn't me," was McNally's contribution from the hallway, "I'm the youngest of the Chix.""It could've been you; you've always had a reputation for starting early McNally," was Patricia's retort.McNally laughed at the ribbing. "I seem to recall that Annie got hired a few days ahead of me.""So, when did we become collectively known as 'The Chix?'" was Dana's follow up question.Annie answered, "It was Patricia. She advertised to all the boys that there were some interesting Chix to be found in the backroom of Dix Chix Family Restaurant after closing. If a boy had the right stuff, he could find his way into the place and get a few drinks, no ID required.""That may be true, but I got the idea from that new girl," said Patricia in a defensive tone. "The new girl suggested it was a crying shame that us four Chix had to close up on Friday and Saturday nights without having any cocks around to make it fun," was Patricia's recollection. "Being the studious college girl, Mrs. Dix trusted me with the keys and the liquor inventory.""And who might have been the corrupting 'new girl' who put that idea of letting some cocks into the back room with those chicks?" asked Dana with a smirk."I hear she's still tending bar somewhere, perhaps more corrupting than ever," Patricia offered in an offhand guess.McNally, a seasoned barmaid, filled the wine glasses scattered around the kitchen, "I just thought it was false advertising to have a big neon sign that flashed Dix Chix, yet only the Chix half of the attraction was available. I merely suggested to the old timer running the show that if we were working to close the place on Friday and Saturday nights, we owed it to ourselves to have a crew of Dix to go with the Chix. Like the sign said."Annie asked, "Patricia, I've always wondered, how did you choose which boys got an after-hours invitation to the backroom?""I delegate," was Patricia's reply. "That's why I'm management material. I consulted a trusted source."McNally gave a curtsey acknowledging her role, and then filled in the story line, "Guys are pretty simple. I'd give the cute ones a line; 'Winner, winner, chicken dinner - Would you prefer a breast or a thigh?' I then slipped 'em an offer, 'Come on by Dix Chix late some night this weekend for a chicken tender special -- tell 'em McNally sent you.'" The three ladies exploded into hearty whoops at McNally's explanation.Dana took a sip out of her glass, thinking for a moment, "McNally are you responsible then for introducing each of us to our future husbands? I'd never thought of it like that.""Ultimately the Chix chooses the Dix. At least, that's how I'd look at it. In collusion with Patricia, I merely helped sow some wild oats in that Dix Chix backroom. But I only sowed the seeds. It was the others who reaped the harvest. I must admit, I did have to run a lot of lame-cock also-rans through that backroom before some of them ended up sticking around for a while.""Well, however you did it, Sander and I hit it off - after Patricia passed on him and I scooped him up, as I seem to recall. I guess I never thanked you for your fine work." Dana raised her glass in a salute to McNally."I'm happy it worked for you Dana," said Patricia, "I had my eye out for one of those solid, basic models, a kind of nerdy, engineering type. My philosophy was that those low-key kinds of guys wear well. I seem to recall McNally telling me that she didn't usually fish in those kinds of nerdy-fish ponds, but she promised she'd expand her repertoire to see if she could toss such a specimen my way.""I remember when Will showed up at the backroom, he looked a little dazed and confused. McNally had to act fast to ease Will into the situation and then gently hand him off to Patricia," recalled Annie. "So, how'd McNally's low-key, nerdish fish land in your lap then Patricia?"Patricia made a wistful smile as she rolled out a sheet of dough, "I guess I got what I wanted. Though, I've wondered some days if I should have dropped my line into a different pond. There've been some days when I wonder what life would've been like with a spicier, adventurous man... but that's normal, right? Don't we all have some days where we wish things were different?"Annie, Dana and McNally were quick to assure Patricia that they all had their moments when they had a twinge of doubt about their choices in husbands. "Yeah, that's pretty normal I think," added Annie.Annie went back to the mixing bowl where she was making rounded, nut-filled Mexican Wedding Cake cookies and dusting them with flour. "Nelson has always been supportive of me, I have to think that our marriage is better than some that I know of, but over the years some of the spark has dimmed. Maybe it's me, but honestly, if he wanted more sex, I'd consider letting the ol' boy find a fling with another woman, as long as she agreed to clean my house in exchange for Nelson's services."Dana gave up a small squeak, "Serious?""Oh, just a quirky idea. It's not like we'd be on the brink of a divorce, we're perfectly compatible. It would merely be a convenient arrangement, Nelson the ol' goat, would get more action and stop pestering me and I'd get a clean house and more time. I think it'd be a fair exchange." Annie shrugged as she spooned out a lump of dough and patted it into a little ball.Dana sighed, "Oh Annie. Annie, you should enjoy the little things from Nelson. You know what I miss most from Sander? It's little things like tangling our feet together in bed, I really miss the feeling of when Sander would reach across the bed and pull me over close to him. It didn't have to be sex, sometimes it was so good just to have him spoon into my backside and reach over to caress my breasts." Dana took a deep breath, "I'm just here to remind The Chix, like they say, 'You don't know what you got 'til it's gone.'"Annie's eyes moistened again, "I'm sorry Dana, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I'm so sorry.""They're good memories Annie, I don't feel bad. Just sad at Christmas now. Get back to making cookies and a mess; it's the only thing that'll save me, girl."Patricia began pressing the cookie cutter into her sheet of dough while pressing this girl-talk topic a little further, "McNally, I'm kind of surprised you and Orlando have made it work so well all of these years. It has always seemed to me that you two traveled in different orbits."McNally laughed as she put down her half-empty wine glass, concentrating on mixing up some chocolate frosting. "It's a beautiful cosmic dance between me and Orlando. We're a pair of heavenly bodies sharing our orbits when the gravitational attraction pulls us close. Otherwise, we each have our own interests as y'all know perfectly well. Orlando has his poetry, music and writing projects. I love lending my graphic and artistic vision to Orlando's projects when it fits. When we collaborate, we make beautiful art. When we're not collaborating on something, that's when I fill my orbit with my animals and other pets."Patricia raised an eyebrow, "Do you care for your 'pets' as much as you do your animals?""Me and my pets share a sensual bond and an understanding. I will never abandon one of my animals. But my pets come and then my pets go, every pet in his own season. I enjoy a wide orbit in this life Patricia."McNally took another sip, becoming introspective, "Hey you know what? I'd have to say that The Chix is my longest held orbit. It's so good to have you gals around for me for all of these years." McNally raised her glass in a toast, "To The Chix. To the long and strong bond of three great gals who have kept me in their orbit as the rest of this crazy world spins out of control. Merry fucking Christmas, to one and to all!" McNally gave a swift motion with her hand, directing her three friends to join her in her toast.Everyone stepped to McNally's end of the counter, touching their glasses, creating a resounding chime as the glassware clinked. "Here! Here!" said Dana, "Let's make this a Merry fucking Christmas for one and for all!""I'll drink to that," offered McNally."Of course, you will," noted Patricia.Annie gave her signature tipsy laugh, "I'll drink to that Patricia!" and took a gulp."May I join you?" asked McNally.Dana laughed, "Wait for me! I'll drink to that too!"McNally turned and walked away from the circled Chix. "Where are you off to McNally?""Time for the Pinot Noir - any arguments?""Yeah. What about the Pinot Grigio?" asked Dana in a mock argumentative voice."No blow back from me. I'll get both." With that McNally disappeared into the garage.The cookie production line clicked into gear as The Chix rolled out a pile of baked cookie shapes and an assortment of buttery spritz cookies, chocolate drops, nut bars to go with the gooey lemon bars and shortbread. "My favorite thing in this whole kitchen, other than maybe the wine, is doing the detailed decorations with colored frosting and sprinkles," announced Dana."Here you go then Dana," said Patricia as she set two hot cookie sheets on the cooling racks, "you've got your work cut out for you with all of these shapes." Patricia brandished a pair of cookie cutters, "You have me to thank for 'cutting your work out for you'; you've got Mr. and Mrs. Claus, Christmas trees, wreathes, ornaments, stockings, snowmen, reindeer and candy canes galore.""'Work cut out for you', I see what you did there," observed Annie. "You've been hanging around McNally too much."McNally grabbed a couple of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes from Annie's station and then a candy cane shaped cookie off the pile of undecorated cookies."What are you working on McNally?" was Dana's question."I've been inspired by Annie's earlier comments and her idea of exchanging Nelson's candy cane for housework."Annie chortled, "What? Something creative for me? My, my, what could it be McNally?""Avert your eyes; I'm making you a little surprise." Annie laughed and pretended to look away, but she and the others watched to see what culinary form McNally's inspiration took. McNally coated both sides of the candy cane in pink frosting and then covered the straight end of the candy cane with a thin white glaze. She grabbed two pecan halves from the bowl, placing them on top of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes and then wedged the decorated pink candy cane between the two, projecting upward. McNally handed the 3D cookie sculpture to Annie on a small paper plate. "Here you go girl, a little something sweet to enjoy stuffing into your stocking while Nelson is out with your domestic help."The Chix all laughed, applauding McNally's skill at coming up with a naughty little cookie. "See, he comes with a pair of real nuts, and I've given his sweet candy cane a condom coating of sugar glaze. And if you've been feeling pressure to put out Annie, be assured that he only wants to cum in your chimney once a year."Annie was laughing pretty hard, "You're so thoughtful McNally. But I've been a good girl all year; I think I deserve to get a bigger candy cane.""Ho, ho, ho," chuckled McNally, "What you're asking for is reserved for the naughty girls on my list." With that, McNally grabbed a fistful of dough and rolled out a fourteen-inch cylinder, molded the tip to look like a cock and attached it to a tiny Santa cookie. The Chix screamed and giggled with perverse delight at the bawdy levity being infused into their traditional cookie exchange and baking extravaganza.It was open season, every one of The Chix was striving to out-do one another, Rudolph's bright red nose was repurposed into a pair of glowing nipples on Mrs. Clause's boobs. The reindeer grew large erections and Christmas wreaths were transformed into edible pussies. Their fired-up imaginations formed many an outlandish and erotic cookie decoration as they polished off both bottles of Pinot."Whoa girls, we've outdone ourselves this year. That's a lot of cookies," said Dana as she surveyed the plates piled high with sweets and many obscene holiday cookies."That was a lot of wine, I believe we outdid ourselves this year too," was Annie's observation as she untied her apron and took a seat at the kitchen table.Dana agreed, "I'll brew some coffee while the rest of you Chix take a seat and put your feet up.""I'll take an Irish coffee," said McNally."Sorry, the bar's closed," said Dana, shaking her head. "At least until the next time - which I hope will be soon."Each of the Chix had their fill of caffeine, the effect of the alcohol ebbed as did the energy in their exchange of stories. The time had come to exchange samples of their kitchen handiwork and take their haul of Christmas cookies back home. "Y'all leave the dishes for me to tackle," insisted Dana. "Cleaning my kitchen is good therapy for me. All of this was so good for me. I needed this to help me see me through the memory of Sander's passing. Nothing better for the soul than a kitchen full of Chix."Even though they knew Dana's words were genuine, each insisted on helping clean up. Dana wasn't having any of it, trumping their good intentions with her need for kitchen-cleaning therapy.A Twisted Twist To The Annual Cookie ExchangeOnce The Chix were successfully shooed out the door, McNally tapped Patricia and Annie, "Unload your cookie plates and meet me at The Daily Grind coffee shop; I've got a proposal I need to discuss with The Chix."McNally bartered with the night manager, offering him some erotic Mrs. Claus cookies along with some shortbread, lemon bars and a few acceptable holiday cookies for a cup of espresso and paid cash for two more cups. He brought the cups to the table in the corner where three women were deep in personal conversation. "Let's hear your proposal McNally, then I gotta get home," was Patricia's opening."All right Chix, this is it: we've just had our annual cookie exchange, it's obvious that this was something that Dana in her grief truly needed. I believe she could use a little more than a messy kitchen and a stack of erotic holiday cookies to see her through this holiday season. I think we should each chip in and send Dana a comforting and special erotic gift.""What'd you have in mind McNally?" was Patricia's suspicious question."Back in the day, Will, Nelson and Orlando were part of The Chix backroom 'chicken tender banquet'. So, they're a pretty much a known quantity for Dana; my proposal is that we send our guys over toDana as our gift to her, for a little holiday spice."Patricia drew back, "Oh, that's pretty far out there McNally."McNally leaned across the table, speaking in a harsh whisper, "Maybe not - Annie here has already confessed to a willingness to let her ol' goat Nelson get some more action in greener pastures. I'm just hoping that I can negotiate her down from making Dana clean her house this time around. You're in, aren't you Annie?"Annie looked serious. "What about Orlando? Is he part of your proposal?""Of course, Orlando is included; otherwise, I'd never have mentioned this to The Chix. He's always thought Dana was cute. I'm OK with him falling into Dana's orbit and her bed. All for a good friend in need.""It'll be kind of weird to bring this up with Nelson; but if he agrees, then I don't see why not. I guess I already confessed my willingness to allow such an arrangement." Annie took a hit of her espresso, "OK McNally. I'm in if it's for Dana."McNally and Annie turned to Patricia, "Are you going to throw your chip into the kitty? It's three or it's zero for Dana's Christmas gifts."Patricia mulled over the proposal in her mind. "Dana did echo your toast, 'A Merry fucking Christmas, to one and to all.'" It looks like it comes down to me as to whether Dana's wishful toast is literally fulfilled. I'm not sure Will would go for it - but he might. He hung around with Sander and Dana in the beginning and I know that Sander coached Will on some of his moves with me back in the awkward days. I suspect Sander let Will practice a few things on Dana and take instruction from her before he had the confidence to take me on.""It'll be like returning a favor to your friend Dana. Now that Will has done you for a while, he can hop back to square one where it all started. I think you owe it to Will to let him give Dana a polished performance." Annie smiled at her suggestions, then broke into a laugh as she thought about what she had just said."Will did get a lot better over time. Maybe this will be like a refresher course for the boy. It could be good for everyone," were Patricia's words as she worked through McNally's proposal out loud."That's the giving spirit of the season!" crowed McNally. "Chix, we've got ourselves a plan.""Not quite yet," said Patricia. "We've selected the gifts, but in this case how they're wrapped and presented is going to be just as important. We need to think about those details."Annie asked, "Which gift package arrives first?"McNally answered, "It was my idea, at least after Annie suggested it; so, I'll be happy to send Orlando's package over to Dana first. You guys can decide who's next after Orlando.""I can make some naughty little gift labels to attach to each package," said Annie with a chuckle.McNally raised her eyebrows, "How are these labels going to attach to our gift packages as you see it Annie?""I see the labels dangling off our package's 'package.'""Like package, package?" asked Patricia."Of course." Annie threw back the question with a confident smirk. "They come gift wrapped and have a label on each of their packages. How else would it work?" answered Annie in exaggerated exasperation.Patricia suggested, "Okay. In the spirit of this generous, yet twisted holiday season of giving; may I suggest that if Orlando is the first one to be unwrapped, that he arrives with a label offering to put his 'partridge' in Dana's 'pear tree' - or bush, it all depends on volume I guess.""Oh. Why hell yes!" McNally got excited at the suggestion. "You've got a twisted imagination Patricia. Sometimes you surprise me. That's great. What comes after the partridge in a pear tree?""Two turtle doves, then three French hens," was Annie's quick reply. "Then we Chix are out of gifts with nine more days to go before we come to the Twelfth Day of Christmas. I guess it can't be helped."Annie mused, "Nelson is a titty man. I'd love to send him over to Dana's as the second gift; he knows right where to find a girl's two turtle doves. He'd do a lovely job with Dana's pair of white turtle doves.""Then that leaves me to present Will with three French hens," mused Patricia. "Hmm, hens, nests, chicks, eggs..." Patricia looked stumped for a moment, "Right! I know the perfect erotic set up for Will and his Third Day of Christmas. Now we have a plan, McNally.""Let's go home, get some sleep and begin putting together the gift-boy exchange now that we've finished the cookie exchange," said McNally. "I'll want to hear more about your holiday cheer ideas real soon."Annie got busy and sowed three elastic loops, attached a pretty ribbon bow to each elastic band with a strip of ribbon that held a small gift label for each of the Chix to fill out. Each of their gift guys was to be tagged with the festive bow and elastic band fitted over the base of his cock.The three Chix met to finalize their husband-exchange gift plan. Annie handed out her gift label craftwork to her friends. "I believe it is obvious how this attaches to the male anatomy," she said as she slipped the circle over her four fingers. They admired the loopy calligraphy on each cock-mounted gift card where Annie had written: 'On the First Day of Christmas My True Friend Gave to Me -; leaving room for her other Chix to write a brief explanation of what they had in mind for Dana, as if it wasn't obvious to Dana by the time, she'd unwrapped her gift this far.McNally admitted, "I felt a small amount of disappointment that it had been so easy to convince Orlando to join in the holiday giving spirit. He seemed positively jubilant at the idea.""I always thought your Orlando would go for it, but I wasn't sure about Will. But I got the same jubilant response. There was a mischievous new spark in Will's eyes. Yeah, me too; I was a little disappointed that Will was so easy to convince," Patricia shrugged as she found common ground with the free-spirit McNally."Pretty much the same here," agreed Annie, "the same response as from both of your hubby exchange gifts. But of course, I didn't let on that I had a tinge of disappointment; after all, I guess I started this by sharing my idea of letting Nelson roam in new goat pastures.""So, you've had a tinge of disappointment - is that because you didn't get an agreement to get your house cleaned in the exchange?" asked McNally with a smirk."Yeah, that's it," acknowledged Annie with a full dose of irony dripping from her lips.Patricia directed The Chix back to business, "So how are we going to pull this off? It's got to be a surprise for Dana, right?""Of course, it needs to be a surprise," answered McNally, "Otherwise, I fear Dana would chicken out.""Then this is how it happens," Patricia pressed her palms into the table, "The morning before Dana's surprise package arrives on her doorstep, we text her to say that she is to expect a gift to cheer her up. She needs to be home in the evening and have her entire night free." Patricia then asked Annie, "Would you write up a little parchment scroll with some sort of introduction for our guys to hand Dana, letting her know that we put our guys up to this. It would be bad form if Dana rejected our offerings out of doubt as to our genuine intentions and fearing that she would be doing something with our menfolk behind our backs."Annie agreed to write a scroll of introduction for each husband, but then inquired, "These guys seemed so eager to, I'm afraid that they may botch their opening; at least that's my concern for Nelson. He might rush it and come on too strong.""Exactly," said McNally, "I don't trust any boy to get it right. That's why our men need to show up with an appropriate gift to set the mood. And we should coach up these fellows to remind them to be snuggly, cuddly and do plenty of kissing and slow finger play on bare skin before their partridge nests into her pear tree and whatever gifts they may bear on the second and third days of Christmas." A Partridge In A Pear TreeDana puttered around the house all morning, intrigued by the curious text she'd received from McNally. McNally was uncharacteristically vague when Dana replied asking for details about what she should expect later that evening. Despite a flurry of pleading text exchanges, Dana was unable to pry a clue loose from her free-spirited friend.When Dana answered the knock on her door in the fading light of a mid-December early evening, she was amused to find Orlando standing in front of her wearing a white, three-piece suit, an outfit she'd remembered from several decades ago. "Where's McNally?" asked Dana as she craned her head around her porch looking for her friend who promised a warm holiday surprise coming to her house earlier in the day.Orlando stepped inside, shut the door and bolted it behind him, handing a scroll tied with a festive red ribbon to the surprised woman standing in front of him. "What's this?" Dana asked as she cocked her head, taking the scroll from Orlando. "This is all so mysterious," acknowledged Dana with her eyes and smile flashing in obvious enjoyment of the unfolding mystery in her entry hall. "Orlando, why are you dressed up in your white disco suit? You're looking like the Ghost of Christmas Past coming to visit me." Dana laughed at her observation as she ran her eyes up and down the willowy frame of the long-haired artisan and old friend standing before her looking rather pleased with himself.Dana unfurled the scroll, feeling a hot flush ignite her skin as she red McNally's words while her cheeks flashed a bright red to match the scroll's ribbon. Dana sucked in her breath, her eyes grew wide in shock, it sounded like McNally had sent her husband Orlando over to her as an intimate gift. Orlando was here alone, sent to give her 'a night of holiday magic', as was written on the scroll. McNally's introduction stated that 'Orlando was 'prepared to fulfill her wish list', and for this one time only, Santa would be unloading his sack and giving his gifts to one of the naughty girls on his list.' According to the instructions, all she had to do was 'climb into bed and be surprised by the goodies that were stuffed into her stocking.'Dana took another short breath as she finished reading, now understanding the set up for McNally's enigmatic texts from the morning. Her jaw went slack as she realized that there were waves of warm desire whirling in her center as she detected a sudden firming within her lady parts. She was pleasantly embarrassed as she felt another blush rise to her nipples, throat, and face.She jumped as the doorbell rang. Orlando took his light blue eyes off her, turning to open the door. He took the bags from the delivery girl, tipped her well before closing the door and bolting it again. Dana managed to recover from her weak-kneed response, "Well, well, what do we have here?" she asked as she shook her head to clear her swirling thoughts.With a debonair stroke of his hand, he motioned Dana toward the dining room, "I will be serving you tonight. I will begin serving you with roasted quail in a pear infused demi-glace sauce. How I finish serving you tonight is yet to be told." Orlando swept his hand to Dana's lower back to escort her to the table. She didn't seem to mind.Orlando held the chair for Dana as she took her seat. Orlando produced two candles from his jacket's inside pocket and set them at the center of the table, lighting them to complete the mood. Not knowing how she should respond to this romantic attention with its hinted, soon to be sexual direction; Dana forced herself to fall into the flow of these unanticipated events. "I'm truly overwhelmed. What's the meaning of this feast?"Orlando held still for a moment, catching Dana's eye, "Is it not obvious to you yet, my little chickpea? I am your Partridge in a Pear Tree," he said as he motioned the back of his hands down over his wide white lapels and then preened his wavy blond locks while bobbing his head like a partridge dancing to the echoes of a long-gone disco beat. "This feast my little chickpea is as literal a beginning as I could get, offering you a quail in a pear sauce. But, as was explained to you in my introduction scroll, there is an opportunity for a more figurative pairing of my partridge with your pear tree." Orlando gave Dana a nod and a sly smile.Dana blushed once again.Orlando cleared the dishes, returning to rub Dana's shoulders. She enjoyed his strong fingers kneading her muscles, feeling very satisfied after an elegant supper and wishing for her visitor to invite her into further pleasures. Orlando played with her hair as he suggested she release him for a moment to clean up the meal, "With a rendezvous in a more comfortable location."Dana took the opportunity to excuse herself and slip into some of her fancy lingerie and freshen up. She wondered if Orlando would notice that she had shed her basic bra for another; a black, fancy feminine garment. It may not matter, she thought, but whatever happens later this evening, she knew she felt better about herself wearing pretty black underthings.To be continued in part 2, based on the post by SandyMarl for Literotica.

Harold's Old Time Radio
And Yet Another Partridge in a Pear Tree

Harold's Old Time Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 13, 2024 17:43


And Yet Another Partridge in a Pear Tree

Steamy Stories
Christmas Cockie Exchange: Part 1

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 13, 2024


Husbands and cookies are exchanged, to add holiday cheer.Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Chix Annual Christmas Cookie ExchangeMcNally topped off each of the four glasses, then tipped the bottle to her lips to make sure she'd drained the last sweet drop of Gewürztraminer. McNally smacked her lips before inserting her tongue into the brown wine bottle's narrow orifice. "Umm, a sweet little rim job before I recycle this dead soldier," she announced to a kitchen packed with a few of her long-time friends. "This dark guy is so sweet, I just love him," she said as she continued her fellatio pantomime by wrapping her lips around the narrow neck as she encircled her fingers and made a couple of strokes up and down the bottle like she was finishing a masterful blow job.Her friends watched her risqué display and giggled, except for Patricia. Patricia picked through the array of Christmas cookie cutter shapes laid out at the edge of the counter, dropping her eyes as she scolded, "McNally, you should be more thoughtful of Dana. Your tipsy little joke is in poor taste in front of our hostess, especially at this time of year." Patricia meant it as a sobering rebuke, as if any of the girls present needed to be reminded of Dana's recently widowed status, especially around Christmas.McNally pulled the wine bottle's phallic dimensions from her lips, setting it down and turning to Dana, "Oh crap, I'm sorry. You know I had no intention of opening painful memories; I was only trying to lift the holiday spirits with a little bawdy humor... I was just thinking..."Dana turned to McNally, "I know. I know you McNally -- boy do I know you. You're always thinking we Chix should loosen up our inhibitions and take a walk on the steamier side of life; and boy are you always ready with a risqué joke, a steamy story or a naughty pun."Dana broke into a smile, and then spoke to her closest friends, "Hey Chix, you guys are so great! You're the only reason I'm able to get through this time of year. Without y'all, I'd be nothing but a blubbering mess this Christmas. Facing the painful first anniversary of Sander's passing is really hard. It'd be unbearable if I had to go through it alone. The support of my Chix means everything to me right now."Dana forced a cheery voice and continued speaking after dusting the flour off her hands. "I insisted y'all come into my kitchen this year and fill it with holiday cheer, so it'd be like the good times we had before. I want everyone to make a big sugary mess for me to clean up and keep me busy. Our annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange is our tradition; it's now more meaningful to me than ever. I'm dreading the holidays..." Dana paused to collect her emotions before continuing, "... as the holiday season approaches, I fear being all alone, left to deal with the memory of Sander's skiing accident by myself. I need my Chix more than ever right now. I need something to keep my mind from dwelling on the anniversary of the accident."Dana gave a congenial but forced looking smile to the women in her kitchen. "McNally, you go right on giving your Gewurztraminer boyfriend's long, brown glass cock a good sucking, it's fine with me and the rest of these kitchen voyeurs. Keep it up, all of you, be merry and I'll find a way to get by."Annie wiped a tear off her cheek as she stepped to Dana, wrapping her arms and her baggy, ugly Christmas sweater around Dana, managing to get cookie dough crumbs in Dana's hair in the process. Annie hugged Dana tight, embracing her in a prolonged hold to convey her sympathy and shared grief at the loss of Dana's husband last year. Annie teared up again as she remembered gathering with McNally and Patricia to take down the tree and put away all the festive Christmas decorations in Dana's house as Dana planned Sander's funeral.It was all so sad, so hard to deal with. Annie admired McNally's flair to disregard the implicit sadness hanging over their annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange; but didn't want to get between McNally and Patricia as they scuffled over the proper decorum in Dana's kitchen under the circumstances.Annie let go and pulled away from her embrace, and as she did, she gasped, "Oh Dana, I'm sorry. Look what I've done, my dirty apron made a mess on your top. I'm sorry."Dana laughed, "I should've expected this would happen, wearing black when I'm in the middle of a hen party with flour flying all over my kitchen. I thought I'd feel and look slimmer wearing black, a self-deluding effect to counteract my debauched cookie sampling today. I might as well just drop these little Santa cookies down my pants and let 'em stick right there on my hips," smacking her hands on her ass for emphasis.Annie, trying to make up for the accidental flour dusting, began to brush her fingers across Dana's boobs, fussing and worrying she'd ruined Dana's pullover. Dana laughed it off, "Annie, stop fretting, it'll wash out, no problem. Relax. Let's all have a good time making a mess as we bake and decorate our cookies. There's something festive about a busy and messy kitchen. I just love it."McNally watched from the other side of the counter as Annie dabbed and wiped the front of Dana's chest, "I know what you're getting for Christmas - one of those cordless hand vacuums; they market it as a bust duster." Everyone cracked up at McNally's pun, even Patricia.The timer went off; Patricia stepped to the oven to check on the first batch of cookies. She pulled out the cookie sheet and put it on the cooling rack."Those look perfect," Annie announced."They're not perfect until they're decorated," responded Dana. "They're just plain-Jane naked right now. It's our job to get them all dressed up in their Christmas fancy-pants.""Oh, Patricia, can you grab the box of sprinkles and glittery decorating doo-dahs from the cupboard next to the oven?" asked Dana. Patricia set the full box of decorating doo-dahs on the kitchen table.McNally burst into song, "Doo-dah, doo-dah, Camptown ladies sing this song, all the doo-dah day!" McNally's three friends joined in a final chorus, "Doo-dah, doo-dah, all the doo-dah day!""Now things are starting to sound festive," declared Dana as she mixed bowls of red and green frosting. "McNally, there's a bottle of Riesling in the garage fridge -- I know I don't have to ask twice to get you to bring that one in and pour another round."Annie said, "This is sounding and feeling like old times; like back in the beginning when we worked at Dix Chix. Who remembers which of us four started waitressing first at Dix?""Wasn't me," was McNally's contribution from the hallway, "I'm the youngest of the Chix.""It could've been you; you've always had a reputation for starting early McNally," was Patricia's retort.McNally laughed at the ribbing. "I seem to recall that Annie got hired a few days ahead of me.""So, when did we become collectively known as 'The Chix?'" was Dana's follow up question.Annie answered, "It was Patricia. She advertised to all the boys that there were some interesting Chix to be found in the backroom of Dix Chix Family Restaurant after closing. If a boy had the right stuff, he could find his way into the place and get a few drinks, no ID required.""That may be true, but I got the idea from that new girl," said Patricia in a defensive tone. "The new girl suggested it was a crying shame that us four Chix had to close up on Friday and Saturday nights without having any cocks around to make it fun," was Patricia's recollection. "Being the studious college girl, Mrs. Dix trusted me with the keys and the liquor inventory.""And who might have been the corrupting 'new girl' who put that idea of letting some cocks into the back room with those chicks?" asked Dana with a smirk."I hear she's still tending bar somewhere, perhaps more corrupting than ever," Patricia offered in an offhand guess.McNally, a seasoned barmaid, filled the wine glasses scattered around the kitchen, "I just thought it was false advertising to have a big neon sign that flashed Dix Chix, yet only the Chix half of the attraction was available. I merely suggested to the old timer running the show that if we were working to close the place on Friday and Saturday nights, we owed it to ourselves to have a crew of Dix to go with the Chix. Like the sign said."Annie asked, "Patricia, I've always wondered, how did you choose which boys got an after-hours invitation to the backroom?""I delegate," was Patricia's reply. "That's why I'm management material. I consulted a trusted source."McNally gave a curtsey acknowledging her role, and then filled in the story line, "Guys are pretty simple. I'd give the cute ones a line; 'Winner, winner, chicken dinner - Would you prefer a breast or a thigh?' I then slipped 'em an offer, 'Come on by Dix Chix late some night this weekend for a chicken tender special -- tell 'em McNally sent you.'" The three ladies exploded into hearty whoops at McNally's explanation.Dana took a sip out of her glass, thinking for a moment, "McNally are you responsible then for introducing each of us to our future husbands? I'd never thought of it like that.""Ultimately the Chix chooses the Dix. At least, that's how I'd look at it. In collusion with Patricia, I merely helped sow some wild oats in that Dix Chix backroom. But I only sowed the seeds. It was the others who reaped the harvest. I must admit, I did have to run a lot of lame-cock also-rans through that backroom before some of them ended up sticking around for a while.""Well, however you did it, Sander and I hit it off - after Patricia passed on him and I scooped him up, as I seem to recall. I guess I never thanked you for your fine work." Dana raised her glass in a salute to McNally."I'm happy it worked for you Dana," said Patricia, "I had my eye out for one of those solid, basic models, a kind of nerdy, engineering type. My philosophy was that those low-key kinds of guys wear well. I seem to recall McNally telling me that she didn't usually fish in those kinds of nerdy-fish ponds, but she promised she'd expand her repertoire to see if she could toss such a specimen my way.""I remember when Will showed up at the backroom, he looked a little dazed and confused. McNally had to act fast to ease Will into the situation and then gently hand him off to Patricia," recalled Annie. "So, how'd McNally's low-key, nerdish fish land in your lap then Patricia?"Patricia made a wistful smile as she rolled out a sheet of dough, "I guess I got what I wanted. Though, I've wondered some days if I should have dropped my line into a different pond. There've been some days when I wonder what life would've been like with a spicier, adventurous man... but that's normal, right? Don't we all have some days where we wish things were different?"Annie, Dana and McNally were quick to assure Patricia that they all had their moments when they had a twinge of doubt about their choices in husbands. "Yeah, that's pretty normal I think," added Annie.Annie went back to the mixing bowl where she was making rounded, nut-filled Mexican Wedding Cake cookies and dusting them with flour. "Nelson has always been supportive of me, I have to think that our marriage is better than some that I know of, but over the years some of the spark has dimmed. Maybe it's me, but honestly, if he wanted more sex, I'd consider letting the ol' boy find a fling with another woman, as long as she agreed to clean my house in exchange for Nelson's services."Dana gave up a small squeak, "Serious?""Oh, just a quirky idea. It's not like we'd be on the brink of a divorce, we're perfectly compatible. It would merely be a convenient arrangement, Nelson the ol' goat, would get more action and stop pestering me and I'd get a clean house and more time. I think it'd be a fair exchange." Annie shrugged as she spooned out a lump of dough and patted it into a little ball.Dana sighed, "Oh Annie. Annie, you should enjoy the little things from Nelson. You know what I miss most from Sander? It's little things like tangling our feet together in bed, I really miss the feeling of when Sander would reach across the bed and pull me over close to him. It didn't have to be sex, sometimes it was so good just to have him spoon into my backside and reach over to caress my breasts." Dana took a deep breath, "I'm just here to remind The Chix, like they say, 'You don't know what you got 'til it's gone.'"Annie's eyes moistened again, "I'm sorry Dana, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I'm so sorry.""They're good memories Annie, I don't feel bad. Just sad at Christmas now. Get back to making cookies and a mess; it's the only thing that'll save me, girl."Patricia began pressing the cookie cutter into her sheet of dough while pressing this girl-talk topic a little further, "McNally, I'm kind of surprised you and Orlando have made it work so well all of these years. It has always seemed to me that you two traveled in different orbits."McNally laughed as she put down her half-empty wine glass, concentrating on mixing up some chocolate frosting. "It's a beautiful cosmic dance between me and Orlando. We're a pair of heavenly bodies sharing our orbits when the gravitational attraction pulls us close. Otherwise, we each have our own interests as y'all know perfectly well. Orlando has his poetry, music and writing projects. I love lending my graphic and artistic vision to Orlando's projects when it fits. When we collaborate, we make beautiful art. When we're not collaborating on something, that's when I fill my orbit with my animals and other pets."Patricia raised an eyebrow, "Do you care for your 'pets' as much as you do your animals?""Me and my pets share a sensual bond and an understanding. I will never abandon one of my animals. But my pets come and then my pets go, every pet in his own season. I enjoy a wide orbit in this life Patricia."McNally took another sip, becoming introspective, "Hey you know what? I'd have to say that The Chix is my longest held orbit. It's so good to have you gals around for me for all of these years." McNally raised her glass in a toast, "To The Chix. To the long and strong bond of three great gals who have kept me in their orbit as the rest of this crazy world spins out of control. Merry fucking Christmas, to one and to all!" McNally gave a swift motion with her hand, directing her three friends to join her in her toast.Everyone stepped to McNally's end of the counter, touching their glasses, creating a resounding chime as the glassware clinked. "Here! Here!" said Dana, "Let's make this a Merry fucking Christmas for one and for all!""I'll drink to that," offered McNally."Of course, you will," noted Patricia.Annie gave her signature tipsy laugh, "I'll drink to that Patricia!" and took a gulp."May I join you?" asked McNally.Dana laughed, "Wait for me! I'll drink to that too!"McNally turned and walked away from the circled Chix. "Where are you off to McNally?""Time for the Pinot Noir - any arguments?""Yeah. What about the Pinot Grigio?" asked Dana in a mock argumentative voice."No blow back from me. I'll get both." With that McNally disappeared into the garage.The cookie production line clicked into gear as The Chix rolled out a pile of baked cookie shapes and an assortment of buttery spritz cookies, chocolate drops, nut bars to go with the gooey lemon bars and shortbread. "My favorite thing in this whole kitchen, other than maybe the wine, is doing the detailed decorations with colored frosting and sprinkles," announced Dana."Here you go then Dana," said Patricia as she set two hot cookie sheets on the cooling racks, "you've got your work cut out for you with all of these shapes." Patricia brandished a pair of cookie cutters, "You have me to thank for 'cutting your work out for you'; you've got Mr. and Mrs. Claus, Christmas trees, wreathes, ornaments, stockings, snowmen, reindeer and candy canes galore.""'Work cut out for you', I see what you did there," observed Annie. "You've been hanging around McNally too much."McNally grabbed a couple of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes from Annie's station and then a candy cane shaped cookie off the pile of undecorated cookies."What are you working on McNally?" was Dana's question."I've been inspired by Annie's earlier comments and her idea of exchanging Nelson's candy cane for housework."Annie chortled, "What? Something creative for me? My, my, what could it be McNally?""Avert your eyes; I'm making you a little surprise." Annie laughed and pretended to look away, but she and the others watched to see what culinary form McNally's inspiration took. McNally coated both sides of the candy cane in pink frosting and then covered the straight end of the candy cane with a thin white glaze. She grabbed two pecan halves from the bowl, placing them on top of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes and then wedged the decorated pink candy cane between the two, projecting upward. McNally handed the 3D cookie sculpture to Annie on a small paper plate. "Here you go girl, a little something sweet to enjoy stuffing into your stocking while Nelson is out with your domestic help."The Chix all laughed, applauding McNally's skill at coming up with a naughty little cookie. "See, he comes with a pair of real nuts, and I've given his sweet candy cane a condom coating of sugar glaze. And if you've been feeling pressure to put out Annie, be assured that he only wants to cum in your chimney once a year."Annie was laughing pretty hard, "You're so thoughtful McNally. But I've been a good girl all year; I think I deserve to get a bigger candy cane.""Ho, ho, ho," chuckled McNally, "What you're asking for is reserved for the naughty girls on my list." With that, McNally grabbed a fistful of dough and rolled out a fourteen-inch cylinder, molded the tip to look like a cock and attached it to a tiny Santa cookie. The Chix screamed and giggled with perverse delight at the bawdy levity being infused into their traditional cookie exchange and baking extravaganza.It was open season, every one of The Chix was striving to out-do one another, Rudolph's bright red nose was repurposed into a pair of glowing nipples on Mrs. Clause's boobs. The reindeer grew large erections and Christmas wreaths were transformed into edible pussies. Their fired-up imaginations formed many an outlandish and erotic cookie decoration as they polished off both bottles of Pinot."Whoa girls, we've outdone ourselves this year. That's a lot of cookies," said Dana as she surveyed the plates piled high with sweets and many obscene holiday cookies."That was a lot of wine, I believe we outdid ourselves this year too," was Annie's observation as she untied her apron and took a seat at the kitchen table.Dana agreed, "I'll brew some coffee while the rest of you Chix take a seat and put your feet up.""I'll take an Irish coffee," said McNally."Sorry, the bar's closed," said Dana, shaking her head. "At least until the next time - which I hope will be soon."Each of the Chix had their fill of caffeine, the effect of the alcohol ebbed as did the energy in their exchange of stories. The time had come to exchange samples of their kitchen handiwork and take their haul of Christmas cookies back home. "Y'all leave the dishes for me to tackle," insisted Dana. "Cleaning my kitchen is good therapy for me. All of this was so good for me. I needed this to help me see me through the memory of Sander's passing. Nothing better for the soul than a kitchen full of Chix."Even though they knew Dana's words were genuine, each insisted on helping clean up. Dana wasn't having any of it, trumping their good intentions with her need for kitchen-cleaning therapy.A Twisted Twist To The Annual Cookie ExchangeOnce The Chix were successfully shooed out the door, McNally tapped Patricia and Annie, "Unload your cookie plates and meet me at The Daily Grind coffee shop; I've got a proposal I need to discuss with The Chix."McNally bartered with the night manager, offering him some erotic Mrs. Claus cookies along with some shortbread, lemon bars and a few acceptable holiday cookies for a cup of espresso and paid cash for two more cups. He brought the cups to the table in the corner where three women were deep in personal conversation. "Let's hear your proposal McNally, then I gotta get home," was Patricia's opening."All right Chix, this is it: we've just had our annual cookie exchange, it's obvious that this was something that Dana in her grief truly needed. I believe she could use a little more than a messy kitchen and a stack of erotic holiday cookies to see her through this holiday season. I think we should each chip in and send Dana a comforting and special erotic gift.""What'd you have in mind McNally?" was Patricia's suspicious question."Back in the day, Will, Nelson and Orlando were part of The Chix backroom 'chicken tender banquet'. So, they're a pretty much a known quantity for Dana; my proposal is that we send our guys over toDana as our gift to her, for a little holiday spice."Patricia drew back, "Oh, that's pretty far out there McNally."McNally leaned across the table, speaking in a harsh whisper, "Maybe not - Annie here has already confessed to a willingness to let her ol' goat Nelson get some more action in greener pastures. I'm just hoping that I can negotiate her down from making Dana clean her house this time around. You're in, aren't you Annie?"Annie looked serious. "What about Orlando? Is he part of your proposal?""Of course, Orlando is included; otherwise, I'd never have mentioned this to The Chix. He's always thought Dana was cute. I'm OK with him falling into Dana's orbit and her bed. All for a good friend in need.""It'll be kind of weird to bring this up with Nelson; but if he agrees, then I don't see why not. I guess I already confessed my willingness to allow such an arrangement." Annie took a hit of her espresso, "OK McNally. I'm in if it's for Dana."McNally and Annie turned to Patricia, "Are you going to throw your chip into the kitty? It's three or it's zero for Dana's Christmas gifts."Patricia mulled over the proposal in her mind. "Dana did echo your toast, 'A Merry fucking Christmas, to one and to all.'" It looks like it comes down to me as to whether Dana's wishful toast is literally fulfilled. I'm not sure Will would go for it - but he might. He hung around with Sander and Dana in the beginning and I know that Sander coached Will on some of his moves with me back in the awkward days. I suspect Sander let Will practice a few things on Dana and take instruction from her before he had the confidence to take me on.""It'll be like returning a favor to your friend Dana. Now that Will has done you for a while, he can hop back to square one where it all started. I think you owe it to Will to let him give Dana a polished performance." Annie smiled at her suggestions, then broke into a laugh as she thought about what she had just said."Will did get a lot better over time. Maybe this will be like a refresher course for the boy. It could be good for everyone," were Patricia's words as she worked through McNally's proposal out loud."That's the giving spirit of the season!" crowed McNally. "Chix, we've got ourselves a plan.""Not quite yet," said Patricia. "We've selected the gifts, but in this case how they're wrapped and presented is going to be just as important. We need to think about those details."Annie asked, "Which gift package arrives first?"McNally answered, "It was my idea, at least after Annie suggested it; so, I'll be happy to send Orlando's package over to Dana first. You guys can decide who's next after Orlando.""I can make some naughty little gift labels to attach to each package," said Annie with a chuckle.McNally raised her eyebrows, "How are these labels going to attach to our gift packages as you see it Annie?""I see the labels dangling off our package's 'package.'""Like package, package?" asked Patricia."Of course." Annie threw back the question with a confident smirk. "They come gift wrapped and have a label on each of their packages. How else would it work?" answered Annie in exaggerated exasperation.Patricia suggested, "Okay. In the spirit of this generous, yet twisted holiday season of giving; may I suggest that if Orlando is the first one to be unwrapped, that he arrives with a label offering to put his 'partridge' in Dana's 'pear tree' - or bush, it all depends on volume I guess.""Oh. Why hell yes!" McNally got excited at the suggestion. "You've got a twisted imagination Patricia. Sometimes you surprise me. That's great. What comes after the partridge in a pear tree?""Two turtle doves, then three French hens," was Annie's quick reply. "Then we Chix are out of gifts with nine more days to go before we come to the Twelfth Day of Christmas. I guess it can't be helped."Annie mused, "Nelson is a titty man. I'd love to send him over to Dana's as the second gift; he knows right where to find a girl's two turtle doves. He'd do a lovely job with Dana's pair of white turtle doves.""Then that leaves me to present Will with three French hens," mused Patricia. "Hmm, hens, nests, chicks, eggs..." Patricia looked stumped for a moment, "Right! I know the perfect erotic set up for Will and his Third Day of Christmas. Now we have a plan, McNally.""Let's go home, get some sleep and begin putting together the gift-boy exchange now that we've finished the cookie exchange," said McNally. "I'll want to hear more about your holiday cheer ideas real soon."Annie got busy and sowed three elastic loops, attached a pretty ribbon bow to each elastic band with a strip of ribbon that held a small gift label for each of the Chix to fill out. Each of their gift guys was to be tagged with the festive bow and elastic band fitted over the base of his cock.The three Chix met to finalize their husband-exchange gift plan. Annie handed out her gift label craftwork to her friends. "I believe it is obvious how this attaches to the male anatomy," she said as she slipped the circle over her four fingers. They admired the loopy calligraphy on each cock-mounted gift card where Annie had written: 'On the First Day of Christmas My True Friend Gave to Me -; leaving room for her other Chix to write a brief explanation of what they had in mind for Dana, as if it wasn't obvious to Dana by the time, she'd unwrapped her gift this far.McNally admitted, "I felt a small amount of disappointment that it had been so easy to convince Orlando to join in the holiday giving spirit. He seemed positively jubilant at the idea.""I always thought your Orlando would go for it, but I wasn't sure about Will. But I got the same jubilant response. There was a mischievous new spark in Will's eyes. Yeah, me too; I was a little disappointed that Will was so easy to convince," Patricia shrugged as she found common ground with the free-spirit McNally."Pretty much the same here," agreed Annie, "the same response as from both of your hubby exchange gifts. But of course, I didn't let on that I had a tinge of disappointment; after all, I guess I started this by sharing my idea of letting Nelson roam in new goat pastures.""So, you've had a tinge of disappointment - is that because you didn't get an agreement to get your house cleaned in the exchange?" asked McNally with a smirk."Yeah, that's it," acknowledged Annie with a full dose of irony dripping from her lips.Patricia directed The Chix back to business, "So how are we going to pull this off? It's got to be a surprise for Dana, right?""Of course, it needs to be a surprise," answered McNally, "Otherwise, I fear Dana would chicken out.""Then this is how it happens," Patricia pressed her palms into the table, "The morning before Dana's surprise package arrives on her doorstep, we text her to say that she is to expect a gift to cheer her up. She needs to be home in the evening and have her entire night free." Patricia then asked Annie, "Would you write up a little parchment scroll with some sort of introduction for our guys to hand Dana, letting her know that we put our guys up to this. It would be bad form if Dana rejected our offerings out of doubt as to our genuine intentions and fearing that she would be doing something with our menfolk behind our backs."Annie agreed to write a scroll of introduction for each husband, but then inquired, "These guys seemed so eager to, I'm afraid that they may botch their opening; at least that's my concern for Nelson. He might rush it and come on too strong.""Exactly," said McNally, "I don't trust any boy to get it right. That's why our men need to show up with an appropriate gift to set the mood. And we should coach up these fellows to remind them to be snuggly, cuddly and do plenty of kissing and slow finger play on bare skin before their partridge nests into her pear tree and whatever gifts they may bear on the second and third days of Christmas." A Partridge In A Pear TreeDana puttered around the house all morning, intrigued by the curious text she'd received from McNally. McNally was uncharacteristically vague when Dana replied asking for details about what she should expect later that evening. Despite a flurry of pleading text exchanges, Dana was unable to pry a clue loose from her free-spirited friend.When Dana answered the knock on her door in the fading light of a mid-December early evening, she was amused to find Orlando standing in front of her wearing a white, three-piece suit, an outfit she'd remembered from several decades ago. "Where's McNally?" asked Dana as she craned her head around her porch looking for her friend who promised a warm holiday surprise coming to her house earlier in the day.Orlando stepped inside, shut the door and bolted it behind him, handing a scroll tied with a festive red ribbon to the surprised woman standing in front of him. "What's this?" Dana asked as she cocked her head, taking the scroll from Orlando. "This is all so mysterious," acknowledged Dana with her eyes and smile flashing in obvious enjoyment of the unfolding mystery in her entry hall. "Orlando, why are you dressed up in your white disco suit? You're looking like the Ghost of Christmas Past coming to visit me." Dana laughed at her observation as she ran her eyes up and down the willowy frame of the long-haired artisan and old friend standing before her looking rather pleased with himself.Dana unfurled the scroll, feeling a hot flush ignite her skin as she red McNally's words while her cheeks flashed a bright red to match the scroll's ribbon. Dana sucked in her breath, her eyes grew wide in shock, it sounded like McNally had sent her husband Orlando over to her as an intimate gift. Orlando was here alone, sent to give her 'a night of holiday magic', as was written on the scroll. McNally's introduction stated that 'Orlando was 'prepared to fulfill her wish list', and for this one time only, Santa would be unloading his sack and giving his gifts to one of the naughty girls on his list.' According to the instructions, all she had to do was 'climb into bed and be surprised by the goodies that were stuffed into her stocking.'Dana took another short breath as she finished reading, now understanding the set up for McNally's enigmatic texts from the morning. Her jaw went slack as she realized that there were waves of warm desire whirling in her center as she detected a sudden firming within her lady parts. She was pleasantly embarrassed as she felt another blush rise to her nipples, throat, and face.She jumped as the doorbell rang. Orlando took his light blue eyes off her, turning to open the door. He took the bags from the delivery girl, tipped her well before closing the door and bolting it again. Dana managed to recover from her weak-kneed response, "Well, well, what do we have here?" she asked as she shook her head to clear her swirling thoughts.With a debonair stroke of his hand, he motioned Dana toward the dining room, "I will be serving you tonight. I will begin serving you with roasted quail in a pear infused demi-glace sauce. How I finish serving you tonight is yet to be told." Orlando swept his hand to Dana's lower back to escort her to the table. She didn't seem to mind.Orlando held the chair for Dana as she took her seat. Orlando produced two candles from his jacket's inside pocket and set them at the center of the table, lighting them to complete the mood. Not knowing how she should respond to this romantic attention with its hinted, soon to be sexual direction; Dana forced herself to fall into the flow of these unanticipated events. "I'm truly overwhelmed. What's the meaning of this feast?"Orlando held still for a moment, catching Dana's eye, "Is it not obvious to you yet, my little chickpea? I am your Partridge in a Pear Tree," he said as he motioned the back of his hands down over his wide white lapels and then preened his wavy blond locks while bobbing his head like a partridge dancing to the echoes of a long-gone disco beat. "This feast my little chickpea is as literal a beginning as I could get, offering you a quail in a pear sauce. But, as was explained to you in my introduction scroll, there is an opportunity for a more figurative pairing of my partridge with your pear tree." Orlando gave Dana a nod and a sly smile.Dana blushed once again.Orlando cleared the dishes, returning to rub Dana's shoulders. She enjoyed his strong fingers kneading her muscles, feeling very satisfied after an elegant supper and wishing for her visitor to invite her into further pleasures. Orlando played with her hair as he suggested she release him for a moment to clean up the meal, "With a rendezvous in a more comfortable location."Dana took the opportunity to excuse herself and slip into some of her fancy lingerie and freshen up. She wondered if Orlando would notice that she had shed her basic bra for another; a black, fancy feminine garment. It may not matter, she thought, but whatever happens later this evening, she knew she felt better about herself wearing pretty black underthings.To be continued in part 2, based on the post by SandyMarl for Literotica.

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Play Episode Listen Later Dec 12, 2024 22:05 Transcription Available


Send us a textIn honor of the holiday season, we are re-releasing our 12 Days of Christmas special! For the next 12 days, we will re-release one episode a day, each one with our own spin on the classic holiday theme, "The 12 Days of Christmas."In this episode, Katie explains the origins of the 12 Days of Christmas and shares some stories about several unfortunate people who met their demise via falling from windows. 

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Chad the Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 6, 2024 59:31


It's December! And that must mean it's time for the 2024 Winter Holiday End o'the Year Roundup Spectacular! Yeah, I just came up with it but let's go, it's cold. To begin this Holidazzle Season, I call up my old pal Julia Miller (Co-Artistic Director/Director of Marketing) of the iconic Manual Cinema and we talk art, holidays, puppets, Candyman (CAUTION: ONLY SAY IT ONCE!) and her incredible career thus far cuz it's been a bit since we caught up. Get cozy and hang out a sec, won't ya?  GO SEE MANUAL CINEMA'S CHRISTMAS CAROL WHILE YOU CAN! Follow their incredible adventures on Instagram and Facebook GO SEE BILL AND CHAD'S BELATED CHRISTMAS CAROL!  Recorded LIVE at Q101 101.1 WKQX courtesy of Jeppson's Malört: The Official Drink of the Apocalypse Come find me in all your favorite places including my Discord  Featuring “Promises” by the Barrerracudas and a snippy of “The Wasteland” courtesy of Ross Bugden Twitter: Instagram For commissions/scores: bugdenross@gmail.com  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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The American Mind
A Pardon in a Pear Tree

The American Mind

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 5, 2024 56:59


Jason & Alexis
12/5 THURS HOUR 1: We are at our Santa Stop at Junk Bonanza! A keurig for cocktails, fancy coffee makers, and a partridge in a pear tree

Jason & Alexis

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 5, 2024 39:46


We are at our Santa Stop at Junk Bonanza! A keurig for cocktails, fancy coffee makers, and a partridge in a pear tree... Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Jason & Alexis
12/5 THURS HOUR 1: We are at our Santa Stop at Junk Bonanza! A keurig for cocktails, fancy coffee makers, and a partridge in a pear tree

Jason & Alexis

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 5, 2024 45:46


We are at our Santa Stop at Junk Bonanza! A keurig for cocktails, fancy coffee makers, and a partridge in a pear tree... Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

SystemBet
Ep457 Sunday Sermon - ‘Big Corp A - Milking & A Rhodes In A Pear Tree'

SystemBet

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 1, 2024 58:46


Lee is joined by John, Chris for this week's Sunday sermon Intro 00:00 Racing Review 01:52 The Statutory Levy 14:30 Fall in Betting Turnover 23:09 The Latest Going on at the Gambling Commission 28:45 Racing Questions 31:34 Barstewards Christmas Gift Guide 35:36 Join us on Patreon for exclusive content and bets https://www.patreon.com/TheBarstewardsEnquiry

Morelia pythons radio
Keeping & Breeding Dwarf Burms w/ Michael Pennell

Morelia pythons radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 23, 2024 104:31


In this episode of MPR, we talk with Michael Pennell from Pythons in a Pear Tree about his approach to breeding Dwarf Burmese pythons.  Lucas Lee fills in for Owen on this one. Check out what Michael Pennell has going on: Pythons in a Pear TreeMPR Network SocialsFB: https://www.facebook.com/MoreliaPythonRadioIG: https://www.instagram.com/mpr_network/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtrEaKcyN8KvC3pqaiYc0RQMORELIA CENTRAL Website: https://www.moreliapythonradio.netEmail: Info@moreliapythonradio.comMPR Support Cold-blooded CafeWe have an affiliate linkhttps://www.coldbloodedcafe.com/Cold Blooded CaffeineWe have an affiliate linkhttps://coldbloodedcaffeine.com/?ref=9wLRgXGdMerch store: https://teespring.com/stores/mprnetworkPatreon: https://www.patreon.com/moreliapythonradio ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

Radio Detective Story Hour
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Radio Detective Story Hour

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 22, 2024 24:50


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My Music
My Music Episode 401 - Bella Gate

My Music

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 16, 2024 28:34


Bella's Journey from Carols to CraftsmanshipEpisode Description Join us in the latest episode of My Music as we embark on a fascinating journey with the talented musician Bella. This episode, titled "Bella's Artistic Path: From Childhood Songs to Mastery," offers an in-depth look at Bella's transformation from a young girl singing Christmas carols to an accomplished artist navigating the complexities of the music industry. [00:00] Introduction Kick off the episode with an introduction to Bella and a brief overview of her musical journey. [02:15] Bella's Early Beginnings Bella recounts her earliest musical memory—singing "A Partridge in a Pear Tree" during a school Christmas carol performance. Discover how this initial foray into music set the stage for her burgeoning passion. [07:30] The Artistic Evolution One of the highlights of the episode, Bella reflects on the often self-critical nature of artists and the realisation that true art comes from staying true to oneself, despite industry pressures. [14:45] Navigating Fame and Inspiration Bella shares her thoughts on the fear of achieving fame with songs that might not align with her artistic vision and the unpredictable nature of musical success. She reveals that inspiration can strike from the most mundane moments. [22:10] Technical Aspects of Vocal Performance Dive into the technical side of music as Bella discusses the challenges of vocal performance, including singing lower melodies and managing vocal breaks, or "passaggio." Learn about her journey of balancing classical training with contemporary singing. [29:50] A Call for Collaboration Towards the end of the episode, Bella expresses her eagerness to collaborate with other musicians and producers. This call to action invites creative minds to join her in crafting new music, promising exciting opportunities for artistic synergy. [34:30] Conclusion The episode concludes with a heartfelt appreciation for Bella's contributions to the musical landscape and encourages listeners to explore her music, starting with the recommended song "Drink With Me." Tune in to "Musical Evolutions: Bella's Journey from Carols to Craftsmanship" for a rich, multifaceted discussion that celebrates Bella's artistry and passion for music. Whether you're an aspiring musician or simply a music enthusiast, this episode offers valuable insights and inspiration. Don't miss out—subscribe and share this podcast with friends and family. Stay updated on future episodes and let's continue to celebrate the heart and soul of musical journeys together.

BabyBus Kids’ Stories: Bedtime Stories
Bedtime Stories: Stevie and the Pear Tree

BabyBus Kids’ Stories: Bedtime Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 16, 2024 6:52


✨Stevie, her big brother, and a fluffy friend stumbled upon a tree full of endless surprises!

Burns Banter - A fresh look at Robert Burns
Burns Banter S2 Ep6 - Burns Banter Live ! 16th - 25th Aug 2024 Edinburgh Fringe Festival

Burns Banter - A fresh look at Robert Burns

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 12, 2024 15:51


In this Episode I talk about my up coming shows at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. Yes, I'm taking Burns Banter to Edinburgh and will be performing upstairs in The Pear Tree. The venue is called The Counting House and the room is called The Attic. I'm on from the 16th to the 25th, (not the 24th), 10.30am till 11.30am each day. The show is called 'Burns Banter Live' and is basically an hour long episode of this podcast with extra stories, songs, quizzes and even a few jokes. Yes, jokes about Robert Burns - I'd love to see you there! It's a free show, you can't book tickets, just turn up early on the day as its first come first served. I can't wait!!

Holdback Rack Podcast
Carpet Pythons and More with Mike Pennell of Python in a Pear Tree

Holdback Rack Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 24, 2024 140:31


Join this channel to get access to perks - custom emojis, member lives, and access to the auction listings:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJoP2q6P8mWkBUMn45pgyAA/join Jessica Hare - Hare Hollow Farm - Altus, OKHarehollowfarm.comMorph Market - https://www.morphmarket.com/stores/hare_hollow_farm/Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/Hare-Hollow-Farm-113861266980541Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/hare_hollow_farm/Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/@unmeinohiShow Sponsors:RAL - Vetdna.comUse code #sh!thappens to get $5 off a crypto panel. Shane Kelley - Small Town Xotics - Knoxville, TNMorph Market - https://www.morphmarket.com/stores/smalltownxotics/Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/SmallTownXotics/Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/smalltownxotics/Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/c/SmallTownXoticsRumble - https://rumble.com/search/video?q=smalltownxotics Roger and Lori Gray - Gray Family Snakes - Huntsville, AlabamaMorph Market - https://www.morphmarket.com/us/c/all?store=gray_family_snakesFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/GrayFamilySnakesInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/gray_family_snakes/ Andrew Boring - Powerhouse Pythons - Tacoma, WaHusbandry Pro - https://husbandry.pro/stores/powerhouse-pythonsFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/powerhouse.pythonsInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/powerhouse.pythons/ Eileen Jarp - Bravo Zulu - Daleville, INMorph Market -https://www.morphmarket.com/stores/bravozulu/Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/bravozuluBPInstagram -https://www.instagram.com/bravozuluballpythons/Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/@bravozuluballpythons Christopher Shelly - B&S Reptilia - Sellersville, PAMorph Market - https://www.morphmarket.com/stores/bandsreptilia/Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/B-and-S-Reptilia-1415759941972085Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/bandsreptilia/ Justin Brill - Stoneage Ball pythons - Gresham, ORMorph Market -https://www.morphmarket.com/stores/stoneageballpythons/?cat=bpsFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/StoneAgeBallsInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/stoneageballpythons/Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/c/stoneageballpythons

The Show
T.I.T.S.

The Show

Play Episode Listen Later May 15, 2024 73:04


Hot Dogs from Heaven. Tenders in Tight Spaces. Cheeseburgers in Pizzas. And a partridge in a Pear Tree on a Wednesdee!

Agriculture Today
1645 - Grain Market Exports...Invasive Callery Pear Tree

Agriculture Today

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 22, 2024 27:53


Optimism in the Grain Market Invasive Tree and Bush Easy to Identify Right Now Spring Weather   00:01:05 – Optimism in the Grain Market: Dan O'Brien, K-State grain economist, kicks off today's show with this week's grain market update. He discusses the current Kansas market and how international issues could be making an impact.  Dan O'Brien on AgManager.info   00:12:05 – Invasive Tree and Bush Easy to Identify Right Now: Continuing the show is Kansas Forest Service's Ryan Rastok explaining why Callery pear trees should be removed from properties. He also shares information about bush honeysuckle. Kansasforests.org DeepRoots.org   00:23:05 – Spring Weather: K-State meteorologist, Chip Redmond, wraps up the show with a weather update. He says how spring weather is here and what Kansans can expect for the next week.     Send comments, questions or requests for copies of past programs to ksrenews@ksu.edu.   Agriculture Today is a daily program featuring Kansas State University agricultural specialists and other experts examining ag issues facing Kansas and the nation. It is hosted by Shelby Varner and distributed to radio stations throughout Kansas and as a daily podcast.   K‑State Research and Extension is a short name for the Kansas State University Agricultural Experiment Station and Cooperative Extension Service, a program designed to generate and distribute useful knowledge for the well‑being of Kansans. Supported by county, state, federal and private funds, the program has county Extension offices, experiment fields, area Extension offices and regional research centers statewide. Its headquarters is on the K‑State campus in Manhattan

Comfort Creatures
78: News Pet-Cast

Comfort Creatures

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 15, 2024 36:23


Welcome to the something O'clock news, coming to you not at all live at no specific time from two separate continents! Tonight, with Ella and Alexis; Dogs now have ferries on cabins and Pigeons are NOT spies. This is a very serious news podcast now, ok everyone?  Plus, we have a Ready Pet Go from Pear Tree and a cute little Valentine's Day history. Send us YOUR pet stories (Ready, Pet, Go!) at comfortcreatures@maximumfun.org and don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe! Follow us @comfortcreaturespodcast on Instagram! Join us on Discord: https://discord.gg/P5QjFtx8  

BrainStuff
Why Is the Bradford Pear Tree Bad – Even Beyond the Smell?

BrainStuff

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 1, 2024 6:51 Transcription Available


Though beautiful, Bradford pear trees are invasive in the U.S., use up precious water, are brittle -- and smell decidedly funky. Learn more in this episode of BrainStuff, based on this article: https://home.howstuffworks.com/whats-that-smell-dreaded-bradford-pear.htmSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Cass and Anthony Podcast
200 nuggies, 7 love dolls, 65 Stanley cups, and a partridge in a pear tree

The Cass and Anthony Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 23, 2024 56:32


Fun show today with fresh jokes, Stanley cup heists, and 3 bumbling criminals. We go over the endangered names list, remind you to drink all the booze, and hear a tale of 7 sex dolls that is so wild we almost couldn't believe it. We hear about crazy things found in family members houses, food theft at the Bills game, and a naked guy at the gym with a knife. We ask “lord why not 200 nuggies for us?”, play What the Flick, and Cass recalls a tale of what she ate as a kid to try and make her boobs grow.   Support the show and follow us here Twitter, Insta, Apple, Amazon, Spotify and the Edge! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Roots and Shoots
Tips on discouraging rats in your garden

Roots and Shoots

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 16, 2024


On today's show:01:39 How to help your orange tree to fruit if it's in a pot, and ground16:10 Tips on how to discourage rats in your garden19:50 Pruning your pencil pines, what you need to knowListen to the program live on Saturdays at 10:00AM on ABC Radio Perth and ask your questions by calling in on 1300 222 720 or text 0437 922 720Subscribe to the podcast through the ABC Listen App, Apple Podcasts or wherever you like to listen.

Montana Public Radio News
Christmas Bird Count participants find partridges in a field, rather than a pear tree

Montana Public Radio News

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 4, 2024 1:59


It's the 124th year of a bird surveying effort, happening across Montana, and the world. From December 14 to January 5, birders across the Americas spend a day counting all the birds they can see and hear.

My Car Guru's Podcast
On the first day of the New Year my Guru gave to me...12 golden "car life" resolutions (and no partridge in a pear tree)

My Car Guru's Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 29, 2023 22:27


The Three Ravens Podcast
Advent 2023: A Partridge In A Pear Tree

The Three Ravens Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 23, 2023 15:07


In their final Advent 2023 mini-episode, Martin and Eleanor come up against a problem: partridges don't have much of a place in folklore!They make a valiant effort, discussing how Perdix was transformed into a partridge in Ancient Greek mythology, and recount a literally apocryphal tale of John The Evangelist stroking his partridge - and they chat about pears, too, and their associations with Hera/Juno, but it's slim pickings. So, to make up for it, they revert to the alternate lyrics and tell not just 'part of a juniper tree' but the whole folktale The Juniper Tree, in all its strange glory! The Three Ravens is an English Myth and Folklore podcast hosted by award-winning writers Martin Vaux and Eleanor Conlon.Released on Mondays, each weekly episode focuses on one of England's 39 historic counties, exploring the history, folklore and traditions of the area, from ghosts and mermaids to mythical monsters, half-forgotten heroes, bloody legends, and much, much more. Then, and most importantly, the pair take turns to tell a new version of an ancient story from that county - all before discussing what that tale might mean, where it might have come from, and the truths it reveals about England's hidden past...With Bonus Episodes released on Thursdays (Magic and Medicines about folk remedies and arcane spells, Three Ravens Bestiary about cryptids and mythical creatures, Dying Arts about endangered heritage crafts, and Something Wicked about folkloric true crime from across history) plus a range of exclusive content on Patreon, audio ghost tours, the Three Ravens Newsletter, and monthly Three Ravens Film Club episodes about folk horror films from across the decades, why not join us around the campfire and listen in?Learn more at www.threeravenspodcast.com, join our Patreon at www.patreon.com/threeravenspodcast, and find links to our social media channels here: https://linktr.ee/threeravenspodcast Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

When Saturday Comes
E95 - Footballing Santas, a Gary Rowell in a pear tree & guest Jim Burke

When Saturday Comes

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2023 59:48


With the Random Topic Generator in for its annual service, magazine editor Andy Lyons, writer Harry Pearson and host Daniel Gray deploy a special festive tombola to prompt chatter of Christmas cards from football figures, Boxing Day fixtures, football presents and much more. Magazine Deputy Editor Ffion Thomas previews WSC issue 438, Record Breakers brings us some singing Seagulls, and we continue our sprightly feature The Final Third, in which a guest contributes a match, a player and an object to the WSC Museum of Football. Joining Dan as our visiting curator this time is comedian Jim Burke (@Barcajim3).Support the showWould you like to hear twice as many podcasts and longer editions of these ones, and support our print magazine? You would? Then join the WSC Supporters' Club! Sign up here: www.patreon.com/whensaturdaycomes

AT Banter Podcast
AT Banter Podcast Episode 360 - A Podcast In a Pear Tree

AT Banter Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2023 68:05


It's hard to believe, but it's that time of season once again! The trees have been decorated, the lights put up and once again we have gathered a collection of friends of the show together to celebrate the holiday season! Joining Rob, Ryan, Steve and Lis this year is Shawn Marsolais of the Limitless Podcast, Riane LaPaire from the National Network for Equitable Library Services, and Melissa Hope from Descriptive Video Works! And if that isn't enough, we also have included the world premiere of a brand new song from Ryan called “Christmastime Is Not For Me”! Show Notes Blind Beginnings https://www.blindbeginnings.ca/ Descriptive Video Works https://descriptivevideoworks.com/ National Network for Equitable Library Service https://nnels.ca/ AT Banter is brought to you by Canadian Assistive Technology, providing sales and training in Assistive Technology and Accessibility with over 30 years of knowledge and experience. Visit them online at www.canasstech.com or call toll-free 1-844-795-8324. Need repairs on your device? Chaos Technical Services offers service and support on almost any piece of Assistive Technology, while also providing parts and batteries. Visit them online at www.chaostechnicalservices.com or call 778-847-6840.

International Teacher Podcast
ITP - 70 - Life is Stranger than Fiction (Don't miss this!)

International Teacher Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 2, 2023 91:24


4 Countries, 3 Coup D'états, a Pandemic in a Pear Tree" In this podcast episode, we delve into the extraordinary global journey of Debbie, an international educator with a rich multicultural background. Born in Peru to a Japanese-Peruvian father and a Japanese-Brazilian mother, Debbie's life journey is a remarkable tale of cultural fusion and adaptation. Her early years were spent in Brazil, where she was raised and educated. Debbie's career in education began in North Carolina, USA, as part of the Visiting International Faculty (VIF) program, which brought educators from around the world to American schools. Her next career move took her to Turkey, where she taught Spanish at Koc International School and Uskudar American Academy. However, the political instability due to a coup d'état prompted her to leave Turkey after an eight-year tenure. Her career path then led her to Myanmar, another destination she had not previously considered. Debbie's five-year tenure in Myanmar was marked by profound experiences, including living through the COVID-19 pandemic and another coup d'état. She speaks candidly about these challenges and the resilience and unity displayed by her students, who came from diverse backgrounds, including some from military families. Debbie's journey then took a turn back to Brazil, where she transitioned to remote teaching. Currently, she is based in Abuja, Nigeria, but maintains a strong connection to Myanmar, frequently traveling back, especially in times of unrest, such as during incidents involving Boko Haram. This episode offers a glimpse into Debbie's inspiring journey as an international teacher, highlighting her adaptability, resilience, and the unique experiences that come with teaching in diverse cultural and political landscapes. Her story is a testament to the power of education in uniting people from different backgrounds and the hope it brings for the future.

Digital Forensics Now
What To Expect When You Are Expecting a Digital Forensics Class, Two Hardware Solutions, One Neat Tool Capability For Windows, and a Partridge in a Pear Tree.

Digital Forensics Now

Play Episode Play 56 sec Highlight Listen Later Dec 1, 2023 64:33 Transcription Available


Get ready to journey into the world of digital forensics as we share our insights on the crucial art of utilizing a diverse range of tools. A single tool just won't cut it, and reliance on just one could cause you to miss out on important finds. We also give our listeners the floor, inviting you to voice your thoughts on the IACIS Advanced Mobile Device Forensics class, and the topics you'd love to see covered. How do you feel about forensic extraction tools? We dissect unique features of tools like duplicators, TX1, and Atrio, and dive into latest updates from OpenText and ArcPoint Forensics. These updates have made it possible to create Android and iOS backups using duplicators, a game changer in the field. With Atrio, we open up an intriguing discussion about their forensic triaging and AI capabilities. We discuss the role of AI in identifying CSAM and brainstorm ways to enhance the tooling. We share our own learning experiences from various classes, highlighting the absolute necessity of continual learning and outside research in this ever-evolving field.  We also explore the features and potential of Arsenal, a digital forensics tool which aids in mounting and virtualizing E01 images. The unique capabilities provided by Arsenal to bypass the password to a Windows logon screen and access DPAPI-protected data is a must try! Whether you're a seasoned expert or just dipping your toes in the water, this episode is sure to pique your interest in the vast world of digital forensics.Notes-IACIS Advanced Mobile Device Forensics (AMDF)https://iacis.com/training/amdf-advanced-mobile-device-forensics/OpenText Duplicator Updatehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3qGa7H6NBsArcPoint Forensicshttps://www.arcpointforensics.com/DFIR Diva-https://dfirdiva.com/Arsenal Recon-https://arsenalrecon.com/Hexordia Mobile Data Structure-Virtual Live Training-https://academy.cyber5w.com/courses/hexordia-mobile-data-structures-dec-2023

Dangerous Sports Talk
0-1 In A Pear Tree

Dangerous Sports Talk

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 25, 2023 18:56


Brand new show for you guys! NBA Season is back!! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/beadangerous/support

Dark Histories
The Ratcliffe Highway Murders of 1811

Dark Histories

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2023 75:51


In 1811 a series of brutal murders on the Ratcliffe Highway in the east end of London shook the locals to the very core with their unrivalled brutality and seemingly random, everyday targets. The murders exposed a fear in the city that had been bubbling away beneath the surface for several years and made some of the first inroads into the long debate over the reform of the way the police operated throughout the country. Considered as the crime of the century and unparallelled in the fear and panic it provoked amongst the population of the city, it was only overshadowed by a group of five murders in Whitechapel during the summer and autumn of 1888, attributed to the elusive and infamous Jack the Ripper. SOURCES Flanders, Judith (2011) The Invention of Murder: How the Victorians Revelled in Death and Detection and Created Modern Crime. Harper Press, London, UK James, P.D. & Critchley, T.A. (2010) The Maul and The Pear Tree. Faber & Faber, London, UK. Phillips, Watts (1855) The Wild Tribes of London. Ward & Lock, London, UK. King, Peter (2010) The Impact of Urbanization on Murder Rates and on the Geography of Homicide in England and Wales, 1780-1850. The Historical Journal, Vol. 53, No. 3 (SEPTEMBER 2010), pp. 671-698, Cambridge University Press, Cambridge, UK. Morning Chronicle (1811) Horrid And Unparalleled Murders. Mon 9 Dec, 1811, p3. London, UK. Morning Chronicle (1811) Depositions Before The Magistrates. Sat 21 Dec, 1811, p3. London, UK Morning Post (1811) The Late Horrible Murders. Wed 25 Dec, 1811, p3, London, UK. ------- This episode is sponsored by BetterHelp, check out betterhelp.com/darkhistories to get 10% off your first month. -------   For almost anything, head over to the podcasts hub at darkhistories.com Support the show by using our link when you sign up to Audible: http://audibletrial.com/darkhistories or visit our Patreon for bonus episodes and Early Access: https://www.patreon.com/darkhistories The Dark Histories books are available to buy here: http://author.to/darkhistories Dark Histories merch is available here: https://bit.ly/3GChjk9 Connect with us on Facebook: http://facebook.com/darkhistoriespodcast Or find us on Twitter: http://twitter.com/darkhistories & Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dark_histories/ Or you can contact us directly via email at contact@darkhistories.com or join our Discord community: https://discord.gg/cmGcBFf The Dark Histories Butterfly was drawn by Courtney, who you can find on Instagram @bewildereye Music was recorded by me © Ben Cutmore 2017 Other Outro music was Paul Whiteman & his orchestra with Mildred Bailey - All of me (1931). It's out of copyright now, but if you're interested, that was that.      

Live Wire with Luke Burbank
REBROADCAST: Saeed Jones, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, and The Lowest Pair

Live Wire with Luke Burbank

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 25, 2023 51:32


Poet and Kirkus Prize winner Saeed Jones unpacks his newest collection Alive at the End of the World and why Billie Holiday had a bone to pick with Maya Angelou; writer Silvia Moreno-Garcia (Mexican Gothic) explains how her love of horror at a young age found its way into her latest book The Daughter of Doctor Moreau; and indie folk duo The Lowest Pair perform "Pear Tree" from their first record 36 Cents. Plus, host Luke Burbank and announcer Elena Passarello discuss our strange childhood obsessions.

Mindset Check
The Pear Tree

Mindset Check

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2023 3:40


Such a great short story to help us be aware of judging too rapidly - Other people and situations BUT most especially ourselves! 

Better Than Fiction Bible Podcast
And a Partridge In a Pear Tree

Better Than Fiction Bible Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 18, 2023


(Genesis 24:29-67) Guest contributor Kaitlin Flowers makes her second appearance to discuss her specialty: hospitality! Water, food, and provision are symbols we've seen before. This week, we discuss their significance.

Wet Jeans
Babe I Don't Want a Partridge In a Pear Tree I want a Playstation 5

Wet Jeans

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 14, 2022 69:34


Episode 206. For more content, subscribe to our patreon at patreon.com/wetjeanspodcast. Youtube.com/@wetjeanspodcast. These episodes will be on YouTube every Wednesday!FOLLOW US:ANDY:twitter: @champagneanyoneinsta: @andychampsROB:twitter: @robbywgucciinsta: @robbywgucci WJYoutube.com/@wetjeanspodcasttwitter: @wetjanspodinsta: @wetjeanspodcastSupport the show