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Tall, busty, and thicc blonde Ryan Keely is America's Favorite Stepmom and has starred in over 500 scenes for very top-shelf studios like New Sensations, Elegant Angel, Holly Randall, MYLF, Twistys, Girlsway, Jules Jordan, Hustler, Pure Taboo, Brazzers, Kink, Penthouse, and Blacked. Ryan has received numerous nominations, including MILF Performer of the Year, Best Supporting Actress and recognition for her scene work from the AVN Awards, MILF Performer of the Year (twice) and scene work from the XBIZ Awards, MILF Performer of the Year from the XRCOs and numerous Spankbank Awards noms.   Ryan got her start in adult at 18, working behind the scenes in production and photography. Despite being smoking hot, Ryan swears if it wasn't for porn, she wouldn't get laid, and that's why she became a girl/girl adult star. In 2009, she was crowned a Penthouse Pet, was the runner-up for Pet of the Year, and penned a sex advice column, The Dirty Details, for Penthouse Forum. Working with Penthouse also opened the door for her to be a character in Saints Row: The Third video game and travel the world to promote it. Ryan is known for her work as a host, most notably for Stan Lee and Jukebox LIVE on Playboy TV. She's also very proud to be the cover girl for Taschen's "The Big Book of Legs."   When Ryan, isn't on set or filming content, you'll find her being handy (aka chorin') and hanging out at Home Depot. She's started the second season of her D&D podcast, I Seduce the Dragon and enjoys making reels for her Twitter/X @ryankeely, IG @ryankeelytm, and TikTok @ryankeelytmi accounts. Subscribe to her ultimate fan club aka her OnlyFans onlyfans.com/ryankeely for her most exclusive content, live shows, slide into her DMs, and more. Sext and talk dirty with Ryan on Mynx mynx.co/Ryan-Keely. Check out her Pornhub pornhub.com/pornstar/ryan-keely and find out why she has 86k subscribers, over 140 million views, and is always in the Top 200.This episode is brought to you by Olipop, a new healthy brand of soda. Go to https://drinkolipop.com/ and use code Marcela15 at checkout to get 15% off your first order. This episode is brought to you by Shopify. Shopify can help you take your business to the next level. Click HERE to set up your Shopify shop today and watch your business soar! This episode is brought to you by BranditScan, the best defense you have against social media fraud. Click HERE to get started with BranditScan today and get your first month for free. There is no better service to protect your social media accounts and your name and likeness. This episode is brought to you by Playboy. Click HERE to get a membership today and unlock a premium Playboy experience like no other. This episode is brought to you by Skillshare. Click HERE to start exploring all the courses Skillshare has to offer, from drawing and music, to graphic design and marketing, start expanding your knowledge today. This episode is brought to you by Fiverr. Click HERE to start hiring professionals to help you in various areas and take your business to the next level. This episode is brought to you by PodMatch. Click HERE to bring your podcasting journey to the next level by getting set up's Only Fans  VIP Membership HERE Free Membership HERE

TALK TO ME, TEXT ITEver tried convincing a two-year-old to love football? It's a challenge we know all too well, especially with the excitement of the Georgia Bulldogs and their quest for dominance this season. With Carson Beck leading the charge and the team facing a tough schedule, we explore the highs and lows of their journey, the importance of teamwork, and the impact of Oklahoma and Texas joining the Southeastern Conference. Expect some laughs as we recount our toddler distractions and ponder the transition into reading amusing "Dear Abby" letters.Craving a breakfast that's anything but ordinary? We venture into the realm of biscuits, sausage gravy, and fried eggs, sharing a hilarious cultural clash story involving British schoolchildren and American gravy. On a more serious note, we tackle the complexity of family dynamics when a son in a throuple plans to stay over, offering heartfelt advice on boundaries and relationship preservation. We then shift gears to laugh about the legendary Penthouse Forum, debating the authenticity of those spicy letters and imagining how AI might generate them today. Stick around for our playful question of the day about which wild tales could actually be true! Exit bumper Not A Democracy Podcast Network made by @FuryanEnergySupport the Show.Tip Jar for coffee $ - Thanks Blog - Carol ReMarksX - Carol ReMarks Instagram - Carol.ReMarksFacebook Page - Carol ReMarks Blog

Alexa's not done with Brian By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Brian just deflowered Alexa, But he's not finished his interest in her body. She continues telling her story. “Then, all of a sudden, the feeling of fullness vanished. I opened my eyes and saw Brian kneeling before me, droplets of my juices traipsing off the end of his glistening cock. He took my leg with purpose and twisted it across my body, turning me over onto my stomach. No words were spoken, no words were needed. I instinctively rose up onto my hands and knees, and hung my head down in total lust as my sopping, exposed cunt waited for his touch to return.I didn't have to wait long, and I groaned in delight as I felt the tip of his cock slide up and down my lips, lubricating itself, and then, even though I thought I was ready, I still gasped loudly as he pushed forward and split me open with his thick length once more. This again was a totally new sensation, even more overwhelming than before, and I had little time to adjust to it before I felt the quick pace return. Faster, harder, he plunged his cock into me from behind, and all I could do was hold on for dear life as the pleasure struck through me. "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" I chanted as I took his cock deeper than I had ever before. His thighs slapped hard against my ass, and I could feel his full, swinging balls tapping my clit with each stroke. Looking up, I opened my eyes and caught my reflection in the mirror above his bureau. There I was, on my hands and knees like an animal in heat, mouth hung open in pleasure as this hot, muscular stranger fucked his cock into me from behind. I saw the sweat on his chest, his abs flaring as he threw himself into me, the desperation on his face as he raced toward his own pleasure. I took in this erotic scene, and the disparate pleasure crackling through my body all of a sudden coalesced inside my core. I called out "Oh God, oh God!" and the walls of my cunt clamped down hard around Brian's pistoning cock, and for the second time that night I had a body-shaking orgasm. The feeling of his thick cock driving into me as I spasmed was unlike anything I had ever felt, and it was too much to take. I lurched forward, disengaging from him, and trembled and shook as the waves of pleasure drowned me. Finally returning to earth, my breaths were heavy and deep, and as I turned back to look at Brian, all I could do was laugh. "Holy shit," I gasped, "holy shit." Brian laughed back, and took the moment to catch his breath himself. I took in his form as we both cooled down. Sitting back on his heels, he was red-faced, drenched in sweat, the warm light of his lamps carving his muscles out with crisp shadows. My eyes trickled down his body, and landed on his cock. His huge cock. How did I take all of that inside me? His cock was wet with my juices and our mingled sweat, and it still stood tall and proud, straining away from his body, desperate for release. He hadn't cum yet. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to MAKE him cum. Rolling again onto my back, I looked at him with lusty eyes and a wry smile, spread my legs, and begged him to come hither with the crook of my finger. He smiled back, closed the distance between us, lined up his thick cock, and slowly pushed into me again. We sighed loudly in unison. His pace was slower now, more loving. I wrapped my body around him, touching him, kissing him, egging him on. At that moment the only purpose my body served was to give this man pleasure. Reaching down under my body his hands gripped my ass, and he began to stroke harder, more erratically. "Yes, yes," I urged. His breath began to get ragged and sharp, and I felt his cock stiffen even more inside me. He was getting so close, I knew it. I realized in that moment that we hadn't used a condom, and despite the intense eroticism of the moment, I still had a little common sense left, and so as I felt him begin to shudder and shake, I gave him a command; the command I had heard given to so many other men, but never by me: "Cum on me. I want you to cum on me." And with that, Brian groaned one more time, lurched up off of me, leaving my cunt empty and wanting. I looked at this specimen of a man before me, and I took it all in as his hand sped up and down the length of his impressive cock. Kneeling before me like I was a goddess, ready to give me an offering. An offering I was desperate to receive. Brian let out a high pitched cry, and I watched the swollen head of his cock flare out. His balls pulled up tight to his body, and then in a geyser of joy and release, I felt the first spurt of his cum streak up my body, leaving a hot, white stripe from my collar bone to my jawline. I gasped. The second shot streaked up between my tits, the third splattering my stomach. I squealed in delight as Brian's orgasming cock pulsed hot cum onto my body, urging him on with cries of "that's it baby, that's it!" It was exhilarating. The heat of his cum, the vision of his shuddering, convulsing body, the sensation of accomplishment; I understood why Claire liked it. It was a total sensory overload. He groaned and shuddered, and then it was over. He fell back onto his heels, exhausted, and we both just breathed in silence. Now it was his turn to say "holy shit." We both chuckled again at our shared experience, and then his gaze dropped to my body, painted with his seed. He took a moment to admire his work; I saw his spent cock twitch faintly in salute. "Let me get you a towel," he offered, hopped off the bed, and trotted off into the darkness of the hallway. I was left with my thoughts, now once again fully grounded and left in the aftermath of what had just occurred. Suddenly my euphoria gave way to mild panic. What had I done? I had let a stranger fuck me without a condom. What if he didn't come back with a towel, but with a knife? What if; My head fell to the side, and a glimmer of a bright highlight caught my eye. Focusing my gaze, I looked at the bedside table, where beneath the soft glow of the bedside lamp laid a glimmering object: a single, golden earring in the shape of a feather. Claire's earring. I smiled. "That bitch," I laughed, lovingly. Brian returned with a warm, damp towel, and as he delicately cleaned his semen from my body, my panic fell away, and I wondered when he'd be ready for round two. I made a mental note not to forget the earring on my way home the next morning.” Chapter 11: Stephanie tells Tim the story of her first time, or does she? "He what?" I exclaimed. Out here on the front steps of our house, my step sister Alexa just told me that Brian, the guy dating her mom (my step mom), had also been the one to take her virginity. I was aghast with confusion. "Who did what?" Came a voice from behind me. Turning, I saw Stephanie walking toward us while waving back toward an unknown man in a car. She smiled at him. She was in her work clothes, and the top buttons of her polo shirt were unbuttoned. That deep pang of jealousy shot dully into my stomach. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I was definitely on edge for multiple reasons now, and I did not hold back. "You know that guy Brian? The friend of your parents' that my step mom Kelly is seeing?" "Yeah, what about him?" Stephanie tossed back casually. "Alexa fucked him!" I said in a loud stage whisper. "Excuse me?" Stephanie said in surprise, stopping in her tracks. "Jesus, Tim, keep it down!" Alexa implored, looking around for anyone who might have heard. "Yeah," I continued, "not only did she fuck him, she lost her virginity to him!" "What?" Stephanie said softly, clearly confused. "Yeah! Our mom's boyfriend!" I said incredulously. "I thought,” Stephanie started, “ you said you lost your virginity to Eddie Besser after prom!" Stephanie had a puzzled look on her face. "I lied," Alexa revealed, "Eddie couldn't get it up. He's been on some meds for a while, and says while this embarrasses him, he's just glad to still be alive. I liked him, so I told him I'd tell everyone we did it." She ran a hand through her hair in stress. "I didn't want him to get made fun of, but also I didn't want it to look like I couldn't get a guy hard." "But Brian,” Stephanie continued, still trying to make the pieces make sense. "He was a fill-in bartender at a bar by the college. It was my birthday, and my roommate sort of set us up. He was a hot, older guy from out of town, I didn't know anything about him, and I sure as shit didn't think I'd ever see him again!" She didn't know anything about him. She didn't know that before dating our mom, Brian had been in at least one videotaped threeway with Stephanie's parents Sandy and Don. She didn't know that he had shot his cum all over Sandy's face while Don taped it. , but did Stephanie know? "But it was just the one time?" Stephanie inquired again, even more interested in the details than I was. "Yes!" Alexa quickly responded, before backtracking a bit. "Well, no, I fucked him again in the shower the following morning. But that was it, I swear!" I had seen what Brian had done with Sandy and Don; I knew how big his cock was; and the thought of my step sister taking that big fuckstick deep into her body under the hot water of a shower made my balls tingle. "Are you gonna tell Kelly?" I asked (probably a stupid question). "No, of course I'm not going to tell my mom that her boyfriend took her daughter's virginity!" Alexa said, a scrunched "what the fuck?" look on her face. "What are you going to do, then, try to break them up?" Stephanie offered. "Yeah, I mean they can't keep seeing each other, right?" I joined. I didn't know if I really thought that, or if I was just jealous of the attention Kelly was paying Brian, attention that a part of me felt was still reserved for my dearly departed dad. "I don't fucking know,” Alexa said, head in her hands again, "I mean, it's definitely fucked up, but at the same time, she seems really happy." She rubbed the back of her neck slowly. "I just don't know." We all sat there in momentary silence, until Alexa got up off the steps. "I need to take a walk," she said, passing between us. "You want me to come with?" Stephanie offered, but Alexa just kept walking. "No, thanks, I just need to clear my head a bit." Alexa walked on down the road, leaving Stephanie and I standing alone in front of our building in silence. She had a forlorn look on her face, and her mind was clearly racing. I began to offer the chance to talk, but she stopped me before I could get two words out and curtly said "I gotta go," and headed inside. Later that night, lying in bed, my mind was reeling from the events of the day. My friend Christine, the pastor's daughter, had ravenously sucked my cock after church, opening up an entirely new dimension of our relationship. Neither one of us knew what it meant, but I don't think I was the only one who wanted more. Then I find out my step mom's new boyfriend fucked my step sister, taking her virginity, before he met my step mom. It was a very strange, sensitive situation, but maybe Alexa was right; maybe the past was just the past and Kelly's happiness was the only important thing. Maybe it didn't matter what Brian had done with Alexa. Or with Stephanie's parents. And then there was Stephanie. There was a weird vibe tonight. Stephanie had seemed hurt by Alexa's confession of lying about losing her virginity, and then even more so when Alexa rejected her offer to talk. Did she feel like Alexa was pulling away from her? How would that affect them when they were at the same school next year? Pulling my phone out, I opened up a new text message to Tara. I desperately wanted to talk to her about all this, but I couldn't bring myself to write. I was caught in an indecisive daydream, when suddenly I was snapped out of it by the buzz of an incoming text message. It was from Stephanie. "Wow, that was pretty fucked up tonight, huh?" it read. I hesitated before answering. We hadn't talked casually in quite a while, and given our recent past I wasn't sure what the bounds of our relationship even were anymore. But still, I needed someone to talk to, and seemingly so did she. "Yeah. I don't even know where to start," I replied. "I can't believe Alexa had sex with my parents' friend,” she wrote back. Her statement was general to the whole situation, but it was clear which part of it bothered her the most. "Did finding that out make you sad?" I inquired. I was taking a risk; Stephanie and I had never talked about her and Alexa, but it seemed to me she left me that door open for a reason. There was a long pause between messages, and then three dots preceding "I'm not sad she slept with him, I guess I'm a little sad she lied to me about losing her virginity though. We always told each other everything when it came to that stuff." Three dots, then "I told her everything about when I lost mine." This message caused a stir in my balls. I thought back to our conversation the night I put my whole foot in my mouth by admitting I could hear the sounds of her orgasms through the floorboards above me. My day had left me confused, but never more sexually confident, so I decided to push it. "Yeah well, you never finished telling Me about it, you know, " A long pause. Three dots The dots disappeared momentarily, then appeared again. She was writing SOMETHiNG. "Perv" was all that came through. Damn. I blew it. Then an emoji: ":P" My cock twitched. I paused. I didn't know how to respond. I wanted to keep pushing, but there was something I needed to know first, so after a long pause, I typed "So who was that guy who dropped you off?" Three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again followed by "A friend from work." "Just a friend?" I sent back, probably too quickly. "Maybe,” she replied, followed shortly by “ maybe not." There she was; Stephanie the tease. But something felt different about this. It wasn't just teasing, it was, flirty. "Why, you jealous?" popped up on my phone. The truth was, I had no right to be jealous; it's not like she and I were in some sort of exclusive relationship, or really ANY relationship for that matter. And besides, what sort of hypocrite would I be to say yes when I, myself, had had my dick in another girl's mouth just hours earlier? A teenage boy sort, that's what. The question hung unanswered, as I fretted over how to respond. She was always playing some kind of game, so I responded with the one thing she'd never expect: honesty. "Yes." I typed back. There was silence now. No bubbles, just silence. Maybe this wasn't the right move after all. Then again, maybe it was the truth she needed to hear. Three bubbles. "Go wait for me on the back porch," she replied, "I want you to show me how jealous you really are." My cock went from six to midnight almost immediately. The back porch was an enclosed porch off the back of our building that was a shared space, but had no windows facing it, and was covered in shadow from the overhanging trees. It was dark, it was quiet, it was secluded. Being as late as it was, there was sure to be no one around to bother us. "Give me five minutes" I texted back. I still had Christine's dried saliva on my cock from earlier in the day, and I needed to rinse off just to be prepared. I thought about Christine, and Rachel's reaction at church, and Stephanie's awkwardness the night before. I was feeling cocky and confident, and ready to push my luck, so I followed up my text with an addendum: "And wear something slutty." "Excuse me?" she quickly responded. I smiled, and kept pushing. "You heard me." Another long pause. Maybe I found the line and crossed it. Maybe she didn't like me displaying power, and decided it wasn't worth her time. Maybe; Three dots. "I'll see you in five minutes." My cock throbbed, and my stomach sank. I just played a pretty heavy power move, what if I wasn't ready for what came next? After a rinse, the careful walk down the back stairs to the porch felt long. The cocky confidence I displayed started to ebb away, and nerves began to set in. The porch was empty when I arrived. Moonlight made enough of my surroundings visible, so I made my way to the big bench seat along the back wall. And waited. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. This was it, I knew it. Stephanie set me up just to blue ball me when I showed some backbone. I was about to leave, fed up with another chain jerking by Stephanie, when I heard the soft squeak of the porch door as it pushed open. It was dark, and I couldn't make out who it was at first. My stomach dropped a bit as I considered the possibility that it was anyone but Stephanie, but then as the figure strode toward me, the moonlight revealed her features like a rising curtain. Ankle socks on slender feet; long, athletic legs, bare in the moonlight, stretching up until her hips disappeared under the drape of a long buttoned down shirt. A button down shirt that was not buttoned. Instead, the two halves hung loose, revealing a runway of smooth, skin running from the nape of her neck, over her collarbone, between the braless cleavage of two perfect breasts, and down her tight, flat stomach, punctuated by a pair of dark panties drawn tight over the lips of her cunt. My mouth started to water, and my erection immediately returned. Stephanie stood in front of me quietly, hair done up in a messy bun, and looked at me as I stared, dumbfounded, at the goddess before me. "Is this what you wanted?" I nodded. She closed the distance between us slowly. I felt one thigh surround me, and then the other, as she straddled me on the cushioned bench. She gently grasped on to the window sill behind my head, locking me in place. My hard cock strained up through my shorts, desperate to touch her as she hovered her cunt above it. "So you're jealous, huh?" she said, gyrating slowly above me, tantalizingly close to my cock. Any power I thought I had was for the moment gone. All I could do was nod. "Say it." She said. "Yes." I choked out. Then finally she lowered herself down, and ground her cunt against my hard cock. "Would you be jealous if I did this to another man, Timmy?" There was only the thinest of fabrics separating us now, and I could feel her heat on me. "Yessss" I groaned out in answer to her question. "Why?" She inquired, as her slow gyrations continued to put exquisite pressure against my hard cock. "Because,” I began. I could barely think, but I managed to eek out a response. “ I want, this, I want, You, all to myself." I swear this was more effective than a lie detector test, or truth serum. "I see," she said with a smirk. Then she leaned backward, sitting up straight. slowly dropping her shirt off her shoulders, she revealed her full breasts to the cool moonlight. Hard nipples accented perfect slopes that arched off the flat of her chest. I had seen them that night in the limo, but I had never touched them. My hands floated from my sides onto her muscled thighs in nervous anticipation. "Why shouldn't I do this to other men, Timmy?" She breathed, grinding into my cock again. My eyes were locked on her tits, squeezed together and pushed up as she crossed her arms in front of her. "Why don't you convince me?" I licked my lips like a hungry dog. My hands slid up her glass-smooth thighs and gripped her ass; that fantastic, athlete's ass that I had seen flaunted in front of me for years and years; pulled her tight to my body, and with with a deep growl dropped my head into her breasts, latching my lips around one of her hard, perfect nipples. I sucked hard. Stephanie gasped. My lips and tongue were a whirlwind of suction and pressure. "That's it, that's a good boy," Stephanie whispered between shortened breaths. My hands squeezed the globes of her ass tightly, and I felt her muscles flex between my fingers as she slowly humped forward and backward. She was rubbing her drenched cunt along my painfully hard cock, practically fucking me. Her gasps and squeals were coming more frequently now, clearly overwhelmed by sensation. I sucked harder, and with a groan she lurched forward, catching herself on the edge of the window behind me. My hands left Stephanie's ass, and snaked their way up over her hips, across her stomach, then up and under the two heaving breasts that now hung free in front of my face. These were breasts that had teased me. Breasts that had dared me to look as hard nipples pushed through thin sleepwear, or cleavage thrust up and out at me in swim suits and push up bras. Breasts that taunted me with what I would never have. Breasts that now sat gently in the palms of my hands. I squeezed and kneaded, and Stephanie and I both let out pleasurable moans in unison. I felt her shift and grind her cunt against my titanium-hard cock as her breathing became more ragged. Pushing her tits up toward my face, I took another nipple into my mouth, and Stephanie slapped one hand over her own as a loud cry involuntarily lept from her throat. Her hips rode me harder, triggering her pleasure center on the clothed shaft of my cock over and over again. My lips and tongue bounced back and forth from nipple to glorious nipple, sucking, licking, pulling; I could feel her starting to shake with mounting pleasure. Her breath was short and sharp, one hand gripping my shoulder, head hung with closed eyes. She was in that glorious, final straight away now, racing toward the edge, so I focused in on one nipple, giving it all I had while my other hand squeezed and kneaded her other breast. Her hips thrust and shook, sliding her clit long and hard against my cock, tiny cries of "that's it, good boy.." sneaking out as she fed me her breast. It felt almost like magic, like some sort of ritual, as my lips and tongue began to summon her quaking orgasm. I suddenly felt her arm wrap around my head, pulling my tight to her bosom, her hot breath directly in my ear, and at the crest of a deep, long gasp of air, I felt her body tense, followed by that sweet, heavenly triplet of moans; short, short, long; as Stephanie spasmed in exquisite, rapturous orgasm atop me. She held me tight as the pleasure coursed through her. The only motion between us was her hips thrusting forward against my cock, slowly but deliberately, almost involuntarily, as she rode out the length of her climax. Her thrusts became slower, and then stopped. I felt her body relax, heavy breaths still hot against my ear. She released my head, and pulled away from me, popping her nipple out of my mouth. I wasn't about to let those breasts go that easily though, and while she was still coming down from the high of her orgasm, I leaned back in and covered the space between her tits with soft kisses, gently squeezing and caressing her breasts as I did so. Finally she pushed me back, and looked down at me. She was gorgeous, her supple breasts exposed to the night air, rising and falling with deep breaths, nipples swollen from my ministrations, skin flushed with the heat of orgasm. There was still lust in her eyes, and for a moment I thought she might lean in and kiss me, but the moment passed, and she slowly, but steadily, dismounted, leaving my still-hard cock pressing to the sky. We sat quietly on the bench for a moment, just breathing, a far away look in Stephanie's eye. Finally I broke the silence. "Was that convincing enough for you?" Stephanie looked me in the eye and chuckled a bit at my brashness. She let out a long sigh, and then looked down at my straining erection tenting my shorts. "That looks uncomfortable," She said. All I could do was nod. Sidling up next to me, pushing her naked tits into my arm, she reached down and began pushing down my shorts. I lifted my ass to help her, and soon my straining cock was stretching high and stiff into the moonlight. "You know," Stephanie said as she danced her fingertips up and down my naked thigh, "you're right; I never did tell you how I lost my virginity." I let out a long sigh as I felt her fingers delicately run up and down the length of my dick. "I could tell you now,” she continued, as her fingers traipsed down to my balls, then back to the head of my cock “ but I'm going to be very disappointed if you don't make it to the end of the story, " I closed my eyes and groaned as she dragged her nails up and down my length. "Do you think you can make it?" she said, a cheshire grin on her face now. This was Stephanie in full tease mode, but at that exact moment I wanted nothing in the world than for her to tease me more. "Yes," I choked out, "tell me." "Well, we were at a volleyball tournament." Immediately my mind jumped to the girls volleyball team; short shorts, long legs, competitive juices flowing, each team member a passionate young woman. "We didn't win, but it didn't matter, we were really all just looking forward to the afterparty." Their parties were legendary. The thought made my cock bounce as she trailed her nails over it. "All the teams got together and had a rager at the hotel. The coaches were all out at their own conference, discussing next year's tournament, which meant that all us girls were left to our own devices. After a hard-fought tournament like that, you can bet we all needed some, release." She said that last word with a sigh behind her breath, and her hand squeezed my swollen balls gently. "I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to kill the other team on the court, only to end up licking their middle blocker's cunt later that night." My cock surged as I imagined Stephanie with her face between the legs of another hot, athletic volleyball vixen. She smiled and let out a soft giggle as it bounced. she continued, lightly painting her fingers up and down my length, "But this tournament was different, because it was the first one with our new assistant coach, Mr. Ridley."  My eyes went wide, and I snapped my head towards her. "RIDLEY?" I said in disbelief. She just smiled that sultry smile at me again, and continued to tease my cock with her fingers. "He was young, he was hot, and I had put his reputation to the test Long before that night, Timmy,"  she breathed, as she circled a finger around my tip, spreading the beginning drop of precum all over the head. I groaned. "You, you,” was all I could get out as I focused on the sensations coursing through me. Stephanie  continued encircling the head of my cock, "Oh, I had his cock in my mouth many times before that night, Timmy, we had a routine - after practice I'd stay behind and help put the equipment away, and then I'd get on my knees and suck his cock till he came in my mouth." I groaned loudly. "I didn't even want anything in return; I just wanted to feel him pump his cum into my mouth so I could swallow every drop." She giggled, watching more precum involuntarily force its way out of my tip. She could tell I was enjoying the story, as much as I didn't want to. The thought of Stephanie on her knees with Ridley's cock in her mouth was projected brightly on the lids of my closed eyes. On her knees, in her volleyball uniform, wanting nothing but to taste this older guys cum. My cock stiffened even harder as she continued teasing me. "This one time, right as he was about to cum, his cock popped out of my mouth, and he shot two ropes across my face before I could get it back in."  I groaned again loudly, trying not to picture Stephanie's beautiful face lashed with hot cum. It wasn't working. My cock surged again; it didn't go unnoticed.  "Is that what you want, Timmy? To cum on my face?" I let out a stifled "Jesus" as she continued her ministrations. "I swallowed so much of his cum, Timmy, and I loved it. It got me so wet, Which is why I knew it was time for something more when he texted me that night at the party." she said, watching as the precum flowed freely now down my length and over her fingers I glanced over at her. She was a vision of sex. Her button down shirt hung loose off her shoulder, exposing one breast whose hard nipple rubbed gently against my arm as she teased me. Her hips flared out beneath her, long legs coiled up like two erotic snakes. A shudder ran through me as I took it all in. I wanted her so badly. Her fingertips were maddening on my cock - I desperately needed more, but Stephanie refused to comply. "When I got back to my hotel room he was already waiting, his hands were on me before I could even open the door; he didn't care who saw. It was so sexy. I felt his hot breath on my ear as I fumbled with the room key. I was already soaked. We went inside, and right there in the foyer we started making out, and I took his hand and put it down my shorts; I wanted him to feel how wet I was. It was the first time he had ever touched my cunt, and it was fucking electric, Timmy, he rubbed up and down a few times, and then he curled his fingers into me, and slipped up inside me." This last statement was accompanied by her fingers curling around my balls with a gentle squeeze, as she ran a single finger up and down the underside of my cock. "I grabbed his wrist, and then right there in the doorway I started fucking his hand. His mouth was on my mouth, I could feel his hard cock pushing into my hip, and I was just gushing all over his fingers."  I was breathing heavily and loudly as she mimicked the motion of being fingered by rubbing and pressing her fingers into the space just under my balls. It was an unbelievable feeling. More precum seeped from my tip. I was completely engrossed in Stephanie's story. "But then, we heard voices, getting closer, girls' voices, and we paused, nervously. I tried to catch my breath and wait for the voices to pass, but they kept getting closer, and then they stopped. Right outside the door. Mr. Ridley and I froze as we heard the voices starting to fumble with the door handle. We had to think fast, so I reluctantly pulled his fingers out of my cunt, and pushed him backward into the bathroom just as the door to the room began to open. "We both stayed extremely quiet as the voices tumbled into the hotel room. I could tell one voice was my roommate for the weekend, but I didn't recognize the other girl's. They were giggly, they were flirty, and then everything got quiet. Ridley and I both strained our ears trying to hear what was going on, and then, faintly, we heard the wet sound of kissing, and soft moans. "The sounds got louder, and we heard heavy breathing, and then they moved off, and we heard the squeak of the bed, and the moans returned. My hand drifted down to Ridley's cock, and he was still rock hard. I shushed him with my finger, and reached in with both hands, un-did his pants, " Her hand drifted slowly back up toward my shaft. “ pulled out his thick, meaty cock, " Her palm pressed against my base “ and wrapped my hand around it." Her fingers followed her story and slowly closed around me with a firm squeeze. I took a long controlled breath in, doing everything in my power to stop from cumming. "You better not pop on me yet, Timmy, we're just getting to the good part." I breathed heavy controlled breaths, trying desperately to focus. Her hand did me no favors as she slowly began stroking me. "He was so hard," she continued, "he has the BIGGEST cock I've ever seen, big, hard, straight as an arrow, I could feel his heartbeat in my hand through it. I stroked him slow as we listened to my roommate and the mystery girl begin to fuck, mere feet away from us. Their moans were so hot, you know what that's like, don't you TImmy? He was so hard, and I was so wet and turned on, that's when I leaned into him, put my mouth right on his ear, and whispered 'I want you inside me.'" My cock pulsed hard in her hand as she continued to stroke me slowly. I saw her legs shift together a bit; I think she was as turned on as I was. Question was, was she turned on by the memory of the story? Or by the act we were currently engaged in? She continued, her stroking of my dick now settling in to a consistent pace, "I wish I could say it was sweet and gentle, but he was like a demon in heat, he pushed me back up against the sink, spun me around, and yanked my shorts and panties down almost all in one motion. It was exhilarating. My heart was pounding, I was breathing fast, and I looked at myself in the mirror as I felt his hand grip my hip; this was it, and it was all happening very fast. And then I felt it. He reached down and dragged the silky head of his cock up between my cunt lips, getting it nice and wet. I could feel it nestled between my lips, right at my opening, and then he pushed." My hand snapped out, gripping Stephanie's thigh hard at this admission. My breathing was ragged, but I kept it under the slimmest control as she continued stroking and telling her story. "He wasn't rough, but he pushed with a purpose, and I slapped a hand over my mouth as I felt his entire huge cock drive into me on the first long thrust. Even though I was a virgin, I was so wet that I took the whole thing on the first try." I let out a whimper as her hand kept traveling up and down my cock, spurred on by her hot story. It was getting harder and harder to control myself. "It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I hardly had any time to get used to the feeling, as I felt Ridley's other hand grasp on to me, and he started thrusting. In and out. Right there, bent over the hotel sink, doing my best to keep quiet, I was losing my virginity. But I wasn't making love, I wasn't even having sex; this was my first time having a cock inside me, and I was being fucked. And I was loving it.” I was so conflicted. Ridley was a known hound, and just generally kind of a shit head, so my stomach was full of pangs of jealousy that he got this treatment from Stephanie, that he got to be the first cock to push inside her, but at the same time the visions of Stephanie getting fucked from behind, a big lusty smile on her face, sent my hard cock into the stratosphere. My brain was awash with gallons of conflicting chemicals, but all I knew was that I couldn't cum. Not yet. "He was fucking me, Timmy, and it was so overwhelming; it was a full body experience. I braced one arm on the mirror and tried desperately to catch my breath, but every thrust of his cock practically knocked the wind out of me as it shot pleasure through me. "We fucked intensely, but quietly, and we could still hear the moans of my roomate and her date for the night through the walls of the bathroom. The moans grew louder, and Ridley fucked me harder to match. Then the moans turned to cries; one of them was cumming. It was so hot; my cunt was gripping Ridley's cock tight while he pounded me from behind, and just beyond the wall, there was an intense orgasm taking place." Her hand started pumping at a quicker, more deliberate pace. I was struggling to maintain composure. "It was a total sensory overload. I was so close, TImmy," she whispered as she stroked me, "I could feel it building inside me; every hot, animalistic thrust of his cock brought me closer and closer." Up and down, up and down, Stephanie's hand squeezed and slid, milking me. I gripped hard on her leg. She moaned. "But then all of a sudden my cunt was empty, and I looked up at Ridley in the mirror just in time to see him grip his big swollen cock with his hand, gasp deeply, and stroke his hot cum all over my back." I groaned again as I felt my balls start to churn and coil. I couldn't take much more of this. My breath was quick and ragged, the head of my cock bulbous and straining. "I felt the first shot hit my shoulder blade through my shirt, and then the rest streaked across the cheek of my ass and down over my hips. He had pulled his cock out of my wet cunt and painted me with his, hot, semen, And that was that,"  She whispered right into my ear, her deliberate pauses between words accenting the dirtiness of the act. The strain was unbearable. I was about to pop. I was going to;then suddenly releasing my cock from her grip completely. The sensations vanished, and my cock just throbbed in the wind, desperately looking for that hand to put it over the edge and bring it relief, but there was none to be found. I almost screamed. "We both caught our breaths, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, we snuck out while my roommate was busy fucking, and that was the last time we ever hooked up." We sat there in silence for a moment as I caught my breath. "That, that was quite a story," I said, still reeling from the sensations. Stephanie just leaned her head on her hand and admired her frustrating handiwork. "It sure was," she said with a smile, "And you made it all the way to the end." Her finger traced a languid line up and down my thigh. "I think you deserve a reward." With that, Stephanie slowly stuck her index finger in her mouth, drawing my attention to her lips as she bobbed back and forth like she was sucking a dick. Withdrawing it with a wet "pop," she reached down to my straining, painful erection, and gently placed her slicked finger against the sensitive underside of my tip. That alone sent shivers up my spine, but then she began to gently rub. I closed my eyes and moaned as her single finger began gliding over my frenulum in small, consistent circles. It was an amazing feeling; it was like every nerve sensor in my body was hardwired into that spot. In no time, I started to shake, and my breath got labored and quick. My cock was primed and ready, and this overwhelming new sensation brought me right back to the edge where Stephanie left me. She was touching me in a spot no bigger than a quarter, and she was lighting my whole body on fire. My hand slapped out, grasping desperately for anything to steady me, and finding her thigh on one side, the sill of the porch on the other. "Umm, does that feel good, Timmy?" She cooed into my ear as I held my eyes shut tight. My whole body was throbbing. Round and round her finger went on that spot. "Fuck, Stephanie, fuck!" I whisper-yelled as my body was overcome with mounting pleasure. Round and round, "Fuck, fuck!" I repeated as my balls coiled up tight to my body, racing to the edge Round and round, "Stephanie, fuck, Stephanie, I'm; " was all I could get out before my words melted into a long groan. I felt Stephanie lean forward, and as her open mouth traveled down toward my vibrating cock, the explosion of orgasm washed over me, and the first geyser of cum erupted out of my head. Quickly the feeling of cool night air and her circling, torturous finger disappeared, replaced by a feeling warm, wet, and tight. I felt her hand slip down and press gently on my balls, and she held me tight to her as my cock pulsed two, three, four, torrents of semen into Stephanie's tender mouth. My whole body lurched; tense, release, tense, release; my cock pulsed and throbbed; tense, release, tense release; -my balls shuddered and contracted; tense, release, tense, release. Her lips continued to roll around the head of my cock, and then with a slight slurp, she pulled me from her mouth and sat back up and looked right at me. The moonlight shone bright white on a thin streak that ran from the corner of her closed mouth up over her high cheekbone, stopping just before her lower eyelash. Stephanie had rushed to get her lips over my cock as I had started to cum, and it seemed my first spurt hadn't quite made it into her mouth. As my body started to return to normal, something suddenly stood out in my mind. Despite Christine sucking the life out of me earlier in the day, it felt like my balls still somehow had a gallon of cum for Stephanie. This made it all the more noticeable that I never felt her swallow. At that moment, Stephanie leaned in a bit, hanging her exposed breasts so close to the skin of my arm, and carefully opened her mouth to show me the contents inside. A pool of thick, white semen, my semen; my cum; surrounded the pink of her tongue. I took the moment to take in the sight before me: My step sister's best friend, sitting with her tits lewdly on display, with my cum spattered on her cheek and collected in her mouth. My spent cock throbbed. It was the hottest, dirtiest thing I'd ever seen, let alone been a part of. Never taking my eyes off her lips, my hand floated up to her face, and with a single finger I wiped the streak of cum off her cheek and into her mouth. Her eyebrow cocked in surprise, and then her lips closed tight around my finger as she sucked it clean with a pop. Her throat pulsed as she swallowed my load, her eyes never leaving mine. She relaxed down on the cushion next to me; not cuddling me, just, next to me; and began buttoning her shirt. I could only sit in exhausted disbelief, my shorts still around my ankles. "Was that Slutty enough for you?" She casually tossed at me, echoing my cocky request from our text exchange. The emphasis on "slutty" made her point pretty clear: I had no idea who I was dealing with. One thing I did know, however, is that despite any leverage I may have thought I had on her regarding my step sister finding out about us, what she said to me in the car the previous night rang absolutely true: my cock belonged to her. Stephanie started to head back into the shadows toward the door, and as I watched her ass sashay toward the shadows, I suddenly had a thought. Something about her story didn't sit right with me. "Stephanie," I called out just before she disappeared into the black, "that story, was it true?" She paused, and I saw her mind momentarily go far away before she turned back to answer me. "Maybe,” she said with a slight, pained grin, “ maybe not." Turning away again, she drifted into the shadows. I heard the creak of the porch door, and I was then suddenly alone in the cold light of the moon.  Chapter 12: Tim learns the truth about Stephanie's first time At school that week I had a lot on my mind. Not anything scholarly, mind you, as graduation was at the end of the week, so the amount of care and attention spent on classes was minimal at best. No, my mind was occupied with thoughts of Stephanie. Specifically thoughts of her tits, her mouth, the single finger she used to make me cum, her semen-streaked face as she showed me her mouthful right before swallowing. We had come a long way from even a few weeks ago when she was just my step sister's hot best friend who would tease me from time to time. And that's not even to mention Christine. Up until yesterday she was just my friend from church; the pastor's daughter who would commiserate with me over her love life, over her struggle between her desire to stay godly and pure, and her desire to give in to the pleasures of the flesh. That is, up until yesterday, when she humped herself to orgasm against my leg before sucking my soul out through my cock. I wasn't sure where she and I stood, but I think she wanted it to happen again. And then there was Tara. I had no clue what was going on there. We had had a tense conversation where we each admitted everything that happened on prom night, yet there was still so much left unsaid; It was that chasm of things unsaid that kept us apart. She had lost her virginity to Bud Pepper, I had had my world royally rocked by Stephanie's mouth, and we were both jealous and stubborn for reasons we were too afraid to admit. She was my best friend and I hurt her. I missed her desperately. But my mind kept coming back to Stephanie. Specifically the story she told me last night as she cranked my dick toward an epic orgasm. She had told me the story of how she lost her virginity to the gym teacher, Mr. Ridley, while at a volleyball tournament, and it was epically hot, and dirty, and taboo, and, possibly a lie? It had been a tale straight out of Penthouse Forum, and while I didn't doubt that a girl as hot and lusty as Stephanie could have had such an experience, there was a certain tenor to the way she told it. A certain sadness. I had become intimately familiar with Stephanie, with her orgasm, with her arousal, and despite the fact that I had tasted her cunt, and cum in her mouth, there was still a distance between us. She was aloof. Protective. Possibly afraid to admit she liked what we were doing. Possibly afraid to admit she liked, me. She had been the one in control; my cock belonged to her, after all; but I wondered if that wasn't all just a defense mechanism. Which is why her story, at least the way she told it, had a certain falseness to it. A certain sense of fantasy. Maybe the only way she could tell me what she really wanted, what really turned her on, was to do it while she was still being dominant. Like I said, a lot on my mind. A slight distraction came in the form of being a "volunteer" to help set up for graduation on the field behind the school. I say volunteer that way because it wasn't so much a request as much as a command. It was fine, though, one of the other volunteer's was Sarah, the girl who lived next door. The girl I had a crush on for as long as I could remember. The girl I saw get properly fucked through her bedroom window. It was a testament to everything that had been going on with my life lately that even after all those things, Sarah was actually toward the bottom of my list of girls I was thinking about. Even so, she was great to hang out with, and after leaving my stuff in Ms. Dorman's room, Sarah and I paired off quickly and went to work on our tasks. It was also beneficial because Sarah had a certain intimate connection to Stephanie, and might be able to help me make sense of what was going on with her. After finishing our allotment of chairs, she and I took a break on the bleachers. We chatted about nothing, really. I wasn't sure how to steer things in the direction I wanted, but luckily I didn't have to. "So, how are things with Stephanie?" she asked, knocking back a bottle of water. I admired her pale thighs extending out from the seat of pink short shorts, as well as the swell of her large breasts that pushed up as she arched into the last drops in the bottle. "I have no idea," I said, snapping out of my gawk. It was the truth. "She keeps me at arm's length constantly, and she's clearly terrified of my step sister finding out anything happened between us, it's just really confusing." "So," she began as a slight smile crept over Sarah's face. I think she thought my love troubles were kind of cute. "Have you, I'm assuming you guys have hooked up?" Her voice had an upward lilt that told me she was sorry for prying. "Yeah," I offered back, not sure of how much information she really wanted. If it were Tara, she'd want every detail down to the last drop of semen, but this was not Tara. "We haven't slept together, but, yeah." I qualified. "More than once?" She offered back again, fairly quickly. I nodded in the affirmative. "Well all I can tell you is, Stephanie generally isn't a repeat offender, so if she's coming back for more, well then I think maybe she likes you, Tim." Normally this kind of revelation would be liberating, but honestly it wasn't that much of a relief. It made the whole thing that much more fragile. "From what I understand she got hurt pretty bad once, so she has a tendency to pull away sometimes," she said, wiping the sweat from her brow. "I didn't realize you guys were so close," I said. Sarah didn't know it, but I knew full well how close she and Stephanie had been. Very close. Mouth-to-genitals close. "Girls tell each other things, what can I say," she nervously chuckled. "Did she ever tell you,” I began, pausing to debate finishing my question, “ how she lost her virginity?" Sarah's eyebrows shot up. "Well now, aren't we nosey?" she teased, but then evened out when she saw that I was serious. "Yeah, she told me, a couple times." "A couple times?" "Yeah, the story is different every time she tells it. It's kinda fun, actually. I have no idea what the true version is. Why do you ask?" "No reason," I lied, badly. My mind started to wander at this revelation. Sarah picked up on it and managed to snap me right back to attention. "I actually lost mine right over there!" She said, pointing to a section under the bleachers that was obscured by a big banner. "Oh yeah?" I said, my ears, and cock, perking up. "Yeah, with Andy Fiorentino after a football game." My mind immediately conjured up an image of Sarah, bracing against the legs of the bleachers, getting fucked from behind. I would never have guessed that this girl; top ten in the class with honors, AP classes; got down as lustily as she did. I wasn't jealous like I had been with Tara, with Sarah I was just impressed. "It was awful." The image evaporated. "Oh?" "Yeah. Andy lives right across the street over there. Turns out I wasn't the first girl he brought over to the bleachers late at night." She curled her lip into a disgusted sneer. "No big loss though, I just feel bad for all the other girls he's disappointed down there." We laughed together. I loved that Sarah was as confident in her sex life as she was in her studies. She knew what she wanted, knew what she liked. I found it very sexy. Unfortunately break time was over, and we had to wrap up our duties before heading home for the evening. Sarah and I said our goodbyes, and right as I was about to leave, I forgot I left my stuff in Ms. Dorman's room. Sarah offered to wait, but I decided I wanted to walk anyway, and she sped off. I needed the time to try and process some stuff. Ms. Dorman had a room nestled in the farthest corner of the school, one that took a while to get to no matter where you started from. The walk through the halls gave me some time to think. Everything Sarah said made perfect sense. Stephanie and I were in a real strange position: She was my step sister's best friend, a girl I knew practically all my life, and on top of that she was leaving for college in the fall. Not exactly fertile ground for a healthy relationship. Yet still she kept coming back. Maybe that's why she was acting so extreme with me, never wanting to give up any power; maybe she truly did like me, but also knew that we could never be anything more than we were. My mind whirled as I closed in on the door to Ms. Dorman's room. Suddenly the sound of a loud grunt snapped me out of my daydream; I stopped right where I was. My ears strained in the silence of the empty school. Another grunt, followed quickly by another. Female grunts. Grunts of passion. Tiptoeing to the door, looking around frantically to see if there was anyone else nearby, I pressed my ear to the door, being careful not to be seen through the door's thin window. Two sets of grunts now; male and female; accenting ragged, sparring breaths. It couldn't be, Ms. Dorman, could it? She was so cute and unassuming; the way she had to push up her thick-rimmed glasses after she giggled always made me smile. She had looked especially cute today, with a floor length dress underneath a navy blue button down with the sleeves rolled up. It hugged her curves just enough to remind us all she was a woman, but not so much as to be scandalous. She had nice, wide hips that flared off a modest waist, but her breasts were a bit of a mystery. My horny, teenage brain assumed they were fantastic, but her attire always made it hard to tell. But it had to be someone else in there, right? Ms. Dorman would never be so bold as to do something like that on school property. She was recently engaged, but she was such a stickler for the rules that there's no way she'd do something like fuck her fiance on school grounds. I had to know. As carefully as possible, I inched my way toward the thin window in the classroom door. I first saw the chalkboard; nothing suspicious going on there; but as I continued to bring the room into view I began to see signs of activity. Faint shadows dancing rhythmically against the wall; stray papers careening to the ground. More grunting. More breathing. As the teacher's desk came into view, I found what I was looking for: her hands gripping the sides of her desk tightly with zero concern for where her papers ended up, Ms. Dorman was bent over the short end of her desk. Her long skirt was bunched up high and tight to her waist, exposing lovely legs spread wide, and she grunted deeply between breaths as the man standing behind her, gripping her round ass, fucked her hard and deep. A man who was very much noT her fiance, and very much was Mr. Ridley. That son of a bitch. Ms. Dorman had a look I had never seen on her face before as Ridley pounded her hot and fast from behind. She was usually all smiles, big and bright, and had the kind of cheeks that would flush red at even the slightest sense of embarrassment, but right now that cute face was scrunched up into a focused grimace of sexual pleasure. This was not love making, this was fuckING. Ridley pumped away with reckless, a-rhythmic abandon, each erratic thrust shaking the desk and knocking strand after strand of Ms. Dorman's dark hair from the messy bun she had it stored in. Maybe it was my own jealousy talking, but this gasping ghoul fucking Ms. Dorman didn't seem anything like the erotic lothario described by Stephanie. Still, this vision of my favorite teacher, one I'd call my friend, in the throes of carnal congress was an erotic sight nonetheless. My cock was rigid. She hung her head over her desk in a sort of trance of pleasure, and I thought about the time she accidentally said "Magna Cum Loudly" during her lecture. How she grew red like a tomato with a mortified smile as the class laughed, and hung her head over her desk, laughing at herself. Back then she tipped her head up to the sky in embarrassment, but now she tossed her head back and groaned a strained chorus of "yes, yes," as the gym teacher penetrated her from behind. Ridley's breath suddenly started to get faster and more ragged, his thrusts harder, more erratic. He let out a long, high pitched groan, and grasped tightly to the shoulder of Ms. Dorman's shirt as he started to cum. He pulled his hand back, but grasped only shirt, and popped open the top handful of snaps, revealing to me a smooth, jiggling breast encased in a black bra. It was bigger than I thought it'd be. I couldn't take my eyes off her as Ridley shuddered and shook, emptying his balls into her. She gasped and breathed heavily along with him, but she didn't exactly seem satisfied. Didn't exactly seem happy. As Ridley peeled himself off of her, something else stood out to me as well: his cock. Wrapped in the spent condom was not the huge, straight-as-an-arrow cock that Stephanie described, but one with a distinct curve to it that actually seemed to be smaller than my own. Stephanie's picture of Mr. Ridley the lover once again seemed to be inaccurate. I now had no idea what was true about her story of lost virginity, but I knew that some parts of it had clearly been fabricated. I smiled a bit as I considered the possibility that maybe she hadn't slept with Ridley at all. Stephanie might not have fucked Ridley, but Ms. Dorman definitely had, and he gave her ass a playful swat as he began to clean up. She didn't smile. As they put themselves back together, Ridley had a very self satisfied look to him, while Ms. Dorman, she seemed to be more ambivalent. Leaning in as she finished shimmying her long skirt down her legs, Ridley gave her a kiss on the forehead (the forehead!). She smiled at him, but it wasn't that bright beacon of a smile I knew, it was a much more forced smile, and then Ridley reached down for his bag and headed toward the door. I scrambled away, hiding out of sight and watched Ridley head off down the hall with a whistle. Edging my way back toward the doorway to Ms. Dorman's classroom, I paused, not knowing what to do next. Did I wait till she left? Did I just come back to get my stuff tomorrow and sneak out quietly? It turned out I wouldn't have to make that decision. "Just come in, Tim," I heard Ms. Dorman say. Busted. I timidly moved through the doorway, stopping just inside. Ms. Dorman was sitting on the edge of her desk, the desk she had just been fucked on, arms crossed, but not in an angry way. It was casual, but she definitely had a look of disappointment on her face. I wasn't sure who it was meant for, though. "I forgot my bag,” I offered limply. She sighed, and gently rubbed her temple with her fingers. "How much did you see?" I didn't want to lie to her, but I didn't want to embarrass her, so all I could muster up was

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Look, we receive hundreds of letters a month here at Ask Ronna. But with the number of letters we get about issues of the boudoir, we might be two steps away from becoming the Penthouse Forum. Not that we're complaining! You've written in with some, shall we say, titillating questions during the pandemic, and, as you know, we save our most titillating letters for our cliffhangers. So, without further adieu, we present you with Classic Cliffhangers: Carnal Knowledge, Part Deux, a collection of some of our most outrageous letters, including a sexy encounter with a straight friend, the story of the "best gay son" from Cleveland, and an accidental sext. And you can catch the ENTIRE episode on YouTube! Visit youtube.com/askronna to watch. Of course, if you joined us every Friday on Patreon, you'd be getting cliffhanger answers every week along with our most intimate Carriage House experience. Give it a try! Just $5 a month gets you access to a bonus show every Friday, and $10 a month gets you VIP Sauna Privileges access with full video of the episode along with other goodies. Our Oscars Preview Party LIVE at The Carriage House is coming up on 4/18! Predictions, special guests, games...we've got it all. Get your tickets at askronnalive.com ! Today's the day! Carriage House sweetheart Cynthia D'Aprix Sweeney's new novel GOOD COMPANY is officially on sale! But if you pre-ordered it, it should be in your mailbox momentarily. Cynthia joins us on the Free Feed on 4/27, so be sure to read GOOD COMPANY and send us your questions for Cynthia by 4/20. Here's your chance to pick a New York Times bestselling author's brain, pardon me. Need a copy? Get it here: https://bookshop.org/shop/askronna

Fact: writing oral sex is harder than sex-sex.

We open with "(How Can I Get You) Alone?" by Heart, but once Jay has said his piece about not trying to sing like the singer who sing the song when YOU sing the song, Tice digs into a topic that he has been saving up for a long time: Heathcliff. Namely, the newspaper comic Heathcliff (who is the same as the cat from the animated series in the 80s), which in recent years has gone down a surrealist rabbit hole and built up a Twitter fandom. As Tice introduces Jay and Becca to the Heathcliff universe, we talk about the Garbage Ape, Garfield, furries, Wimpy, Mr. Magoo, phallic cannons, bubble gum, what bubble gum could be a euphemism for, ham helmets, ham skirts, and so much more. And no matter how nonsensical Heathcliff gets, one thing is made abundantly clear: Becca hates this. We then wrap things up with a rousing (or is it arousing?!) edition of the improv game Penthouse Forum. An AV Club article on Healthcliff, including links to the Heathcliff Instagram.

We talk about the future of Trash Panda Podcast in 2021! We also have fun reading failed Penthouse Forum letters with a special twist!

This week we start the episode discussing an extra special dinner: Leg of Lamb with Mint Jelly. We’re joined once again by Marcella, who is celebrating a birthday! Lisa shares a work story and asks our opinion, while Tyler shares a work story that makes us laugh. Lisa has a new segment for us this week, in which she reads “Am I an A*****e” postings from Reddit and we judge people accordingly. We also get in another round of “Sexy Dad Porn” as we read not one, but two entries from Penthouse Forum. The girl and the gays wish you a happy, safe, and healthy Thanksgiving! We are thankful for all our listeners. What are you thankful for?

You may not know how to Madison, but by now, you should know how to do the Time Warp! Kelly and Leandra meet for the last time with special guest Eric Deutsch (from Flash Gordon Minute and Escape from New York Minute) to share thoughts and feelings about the song while lusting over Sadie Corre and Charles Gray. Sadly, Kelly and Leandra discover that while Eric could escape from New York, there is no escaping certain death at the hands of our favorite Transylvanian. Email rockyhorrorminute@gmail.com to send us your questions and rejected Penthouse Forum letters, and if you like what you hear, consider leaving us a 5-star review on Apple Podcasts. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/rocky-horror-minute/support

⁃This week we are listening and responding to voicemails! Okay, there are only two, but one of them sparks some political debate, which is always fun. We also read more Penthouse Forum in our “Sexy Dad Porn” segment of the week. Spoilers, it involves a leg of lamb. Before we get to any of that, we have to celebrate the election results by opening “Canned Breast of Blonde”... Listen if you want to know what that means. Maraya joins us again this week with some critical input. Grab a drink, stay calm, and join us for another wild happy hour.

This week we revisit a variety of things from previous episodes. Our friend Maraya is back this week to share a personal story with the world. Tyler tells us about his first visit to the doctor since Covid started, later Coco reads a detailed ad from a 1970’s Penthouse Forum. This week also marks the return of Alabama or Russia, but it’s even harder this time. We recorded this episode the week before elections, so anxiety may have been high, but we had fun anyways! Now for a challenge: play Alabama or Russia along with us. Give your best guesses and let us know how you did!

----------WARNING---------------WARNING---------------WARNING------------------------ SPOILERS---------------SPOILERS-------------SPOILERS------------------SPOILERS Listen at your own risk, because here there be SPOILERS, so I hope you are caught up on all your comic book tv shows. So if you watch Supergirl, Arrow, Flash, The Walking Dead, Jessica Jones, DC's Legends of Tomorrow, Daredevil, Gotham, Agents of SHIELD, or Preacher, tune in to Televised Heroics as Daniel and Mitch remind you why you like scripted television again.

The guys make a find! An homage to the legendary Penthouse Forum. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/the-manopause-show/message

Wherein there’s an audience for our sesquicentennial - where does that come from? We discuss cheating at trivia, real names of rockstars, don’t trust double first names, webbed toes & big nuts, books of questions, who left the dogs in? Also; aka. argumentative, SJP, GJWHF, WWDID, moist spurts, DI drops a big swear, what will Corporate look like?, what side of DI do you sit on?, bed side manner, why MB works so much. And: just-in-case catheter, bed-shopping, Domza’s gadgets, drag queens - so tucky, Claire Media & Wilma Titstayin. Plus: what graph is this?, no film no more, Older Than I, do a good job, Siri fail, we light 150 sparklers._______________________________________Patreon.com/DomItalianoPatreon.com/MattBradshaw_______________________________________www.domitaliano.comwww.mattbradshaw.comemail: podcast@trcduo.comFB: @Two Ring CircusFB: @MattyBBradshawFB: @Dom Italiano MusicInstagram: instagram.com/trcduoTwitter: twitter.com/trcduo

Welcome back to the podcast! Chad will be sitting out of todays episode and in his place Andy will be joined by special guests, Daniel, Janelle, and Steven. This week we’re taking a look into the world of CRPGs with Divinity Original Sin 2. We discuss our experience of playing through the entire game in co-op, the importance of well implemented customization options, and the joy we find in eating body parts for a glimpse into the memories of their owners. Thank you for listening to NOCLIP this week! We hope you'll join us next time for a discussion of Halo: Combat Evolved.

Delivery Boys (1985) is a BONKERS tale of delivery boy breakdancers and their quest to win $10,000 in a local contest. Along the way they get tricked into various Penthouse Forum letters situations thanks to their rival, Spider (Mario Van Peebles). Maki joins us via Skype in the second half and we’ve got a lot […]

JamarLee opens up the show with a very enticing and perplexing story of an experience he had while in the services. YOU NEED to hear this as I’m not sure a lot of us would of did what he did! This Corona epidemic killed our sports No Marchmadness or NBA!! It’s a sad time right now lady and gents. Sovi also tells of his experiences with possible Paranormal Activities. D Wade choosing not to attend his sons final game and whether we agree or how we would of handled the situation with his sons playing time! Also this Weeks Hallpass selections are epic lol! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

I never would have believed it if it hadn't happened to me . . . On this episode of Technically Drinking, we welcome Top Fan of the show, Steve West to join us while Vince tells a story right out of Penthouse Forum and we argue about the Best SNL Sketches of all time. And We drank: The Location: East 40 Brewing Company The Beer: Eddie: Colonial Pumpkin Ale. Rating: 7.31 Vince: The Farmhouse Milkshake. Rating: 8.13 Steve: Dead Eye Wheat. Rating: 6.8   Please Follow us on: Facebook: http://facebook.com/technicallydrinking Instagram: http://instagram.com/technicallydrinking Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/TechDrinkPod Untappd:  https://untappd.com/user/TechnicallyDrinking  

Hour 2 We talk about the #MeToo allegations against Matt Lauer. Matt maybe goes into a littttttle too much detail. WGIG-AM and FM in Brunswick, GA

Welcome to the final “Final Friday” edition of LRB! Bobby is unapologetically Simpsons-splainin’, Mike is celebrating Ravelry Week, Ann is  letting her inner bitch become her outer bitch, Christy is riding a rolley coaster of office dog emotion, and Hillary is making a compelling case for why everyone (or at least her neighbors) should have one of those Ring doorbells. Also, more listener love about the upcoming show transition, why no one loves bedtime, and there’s  no love lost for Jeff Bezos and his “terms of service” that we maybe (probably) “violated.” Expect a strongly worded email from sparklepony69@nofatchicks.org any day now, Jeff. In the words of our forefathers, “Here’s a flashlight, a racing form and a Penthouse Forum. Come back when the street lights are on.”

Welcome to the final “Final Friday” edition of LRB! Bobby is unapologetically Simpsons-splainin’, Mike is celebrating Ravelry Week, Ann is  letting her inner bitch become her outer bitch, Christy is riding a rolley coaster of office dog emotion, and Hillary is making a compelling case for why everyone (or at least her neighbors) should have one of those Ring doorbells. Also, more listener love about the upcoming show transition, why no one loves bedtime, and there’s  no love lost for Jeff Bezos and his “terms of service” that we maybe (probably) “violated.” Expect a strongly worded email from sparklepony69@nofatchicks.org any day now, Jeff. In the words of our forefathers, “Here’s a flashlight, a racing form and a Penthouse Forum. Come back when the street lights are on.”

Abby Ehmann was one of those "cool chicks" that everyone knew or was aware of, but my nerd lifestyle kept us from crossing East Village paths until now. Abby was at the helm of so many important and radical events. I was just about to write them in here, but there are too many so scroll down. Anyway Abby is in my age group she's almost 60, I'm 63. I identify with Abby now, or I would like to! I think it's because we're in the same age group, but both still as crazy as we were when we were younger. We've had some parallel paths in our lives, so I get to understand where we diverged (we both started out as creatives in advertising, never had kids) and what I missed because I don't have the balls she does. Her life is still more exciting right now because she has a new boyfriend who sounds like a dream, where I've been married since 2010. I am making up for lost time now though, cause I can hang at her bar that she opened 2 years ago on Ave.B, Lucky! BEST JUKEBOX anywhere because it's curated by Abby's friends. More about Abby and some of her thoughts on dating: https://editrixabby.wordpress.com/ Here's an edited list of Abby's endeavors (in Abby's words): In the past, I have been a self-described “smutmeister” and in my capacity as a writer I have covered almost every conceivable sexual topic: obscure fetishes and carnal obsessions, nightclubs and erotic events, sex toys, adult DVDs, not to mention tales of my personal sexploits.   Three months out of the year I work with the Black Rock City Department of Public Works building Burning Man  Penthouse Forum, Penthouse Variations, Screw, Hustler, SexyNYC, Live Girls, Leg Sex, Panty Play, Big Butt, Leg World, Playboy's rouze.com, The Museum of Sex's theposition.com, Dirty and New Rave.  Extreme Fetish magazine, Porn Free, my theme-based fanzine Start in Erotica as Associate Editor for Penthouse Forum, working for legendary domina and editor V.K. McCarty. one of Manhattan's preeminent party impresarios. Mondo Porno, a bi-annual rock ‘n' roll meets smut extravaganza in New York, San Francisco, Boston and Las Vega BDSM play parties and on-site sex events, served as “Kink Control” of the weekly cyber-fetish soiree Click + Drag, was the grand dame of Gomorrah, Kitsch Inn, a weekly evening of rock ‘n' roll debauchery. BadAss Burlesque, The Black & Blue Ball, The Goddess Ball and The Miss Fetish New York Pageant. In my more cultural capacity, I curated a lecture series at Manhattan's Museum of Sex, booked talent for Rupert Murdoch's Christmas Party, Princeton University's Class of 1985 20 Year Reunion. I have been interviewed for sex-related television segments around the world, 

Wherein (upstairs at The Elephant) Dom tells a ex- story, and then tells a Bible story, Matt and Dom eat cheese and Corinthians in a similar fashion, chipmunks, Dom has a dream - like Dr. King, but about an apartment building. We discuss Deep Down Inside Where Matt Lives, we're doing a new live show on Tuesday the 23rd of October, Dom's gf's moving in, and so Dom needs a new dog, I Knead You Tonight, first draft lyrics.  Also; the problem with the song Human, by The Killers; "Dougal Eyes", Pod Of Thunder, Divide and Conquer, Matt's ex's b'day, 2 Brothers Brewery - good venue, but Matt's not doing the gig. And: Dom's version of 3am, Matt waxes lyrical about Us, Gwyneth's getting sued for her Goop eggs, Fake Honey, Fake Bands, Matt's Dad's Brewing Success, ALF's coming back, Penthouse Forum.   Plus: Matt addresses a negative comment on an FB Live of ours, Dom doesn't know why people get angry in the Socials, Aldous Orwell, clearing the new kid's name with Dom, clearing your new lyrics with Dom, The Nun, movies get released on Thursdays, the Joe Rogan podcast, Matt's a cryer, and also somewhere in-between.      www.trcduo.comwww.domitaliano.comwww.mattbradshaw.comemail: podcast@trcduo.comFB: facebook.com/trcduoFB: facebook.com/MattyBBradshawFB: facebook.com/dom.italiano.7Instagram: instagram.com/trcduoTwitter: twitter.com/trcduo

Please enjoy again:   Hi everyone!  Welcome to the A to Z of Sex.  I'm Dr Lori Beth and I am your host.  We are working our way through the erotic alphabet one letter at a time.  Just a reminder this podcast deals with adult content, so if you don't have total privacy, you might want to put on your headphones. Today the letter is S and S is for Sexless Marriage. Sexless marriages take many forms and have a huge impact on all relationships. Joining me today to discuss this issue is  renowned clinical sexologist, Dr. Patti Britton.  Dr Patti is a Clinical Sexologist, Sexuality Educator and the Pioneer of Sex Coaching with top level credentials. As a well-respected world leader in the field of sexology, she is the author of hundreds of articles, four amazing books, and is former columnist for Penthouse Forum. Dr. Patti is a Your Tango expert, popular speaker, sought-after trainer and workshop leader, blogs on her own websites and hosts over 40 DVDs for women's and couples' sexual enhancement. Her media record includes appearances on national television shows, documentaries, live talk and news radio, and with frequent quotes in magazines, such as Cosmopolitan, Men's Health, Women's Health, Glamour, Men's Fitness, WebMD, AOL Health. She has a private practice in Los Angeles and via Skype globally. Dr. Patti is the Co-Founder of SexCoachU, the world's premier credentialing and training institute for sex coaching. She is the author of a female-friendly erotic novel and an expert on porn/erotica from a woman's perspective. She co-hosts a dynamic weekly radio show for the boomer generation at: TheBoomDoctors.com. When she is not speaking at summits, or on media, or leading trainings in Los Angeles for her tribe, she and her partner Robert travel the world leading transformational sexology intensives while curating erotic art imagery wherever they go!   Thanks for joining me! We spoke about the pandemic and how a large percentage of clients enter coaching and therapy because of varying levels of sexlessness.  Dr Patti pointed out that the term was coined in 2002 and at that time 20% of all relationships were said to be sexless, though sex was not defined.  She highlighted the fact that many of her clients presented with 2 to 5 years of no affectionate touch in addition to no sex and we spoke about the damage a lack of touch does.  Dr Patti sees sex as an essential part of self and not an add on.  She highlighted the fact that many couples lack sexual skills as well as communication skills and that clinical sexologists approach treatment somewhat behaviourally with goals to get couples having sexual contact again.  We spoke about how many layers there are to sexual problems and that as a result this is often very deep and transformative work.  We spoke about the extreme fear of letting go of control that so many people have and that orgasm is the ultimate vulnerable place because you are so out of control during orgasm.  Dr Patti spoke about 5 levels of touch from healing touch through to sexual touch and spoke of working with couples to understand that they can stop anywhere on the scale.  We spoke about the fact that sex means different things to different people and different things at different times.    Dr Patti mentioned Dr Barry McCarthy's book Rekindling Desire which has been released in an updated version recently and that he found in research that many women stopped engaging in sex out of profound disappointment in their relationships.  We spoke of the definition of asexuality and the new axes for sexual orientation.  We both spoke of how much more choice there is when people can self identify in so many ways and on so many levels.     Website Link: http://drpattibritton.com/ (drpattibritton.com) Facebook link: facebook.com/sexcoachpattibritton twitter link: @DrPattiBritton Dr Patti has generously offered to waive the $500 enrollment fee for professionals wishing to enrol in her...

On this week's episode of Off Panel, writer Matt Fraction joins the show to discuss his work on comics like Sex Criminals, Casanova, and Solid State. Fraction talks the impact of the Warren Ellis Forums, the rise of the Brimpers, why so many connected deeply to Sex Criminals, the book's backmatter, following your gut in writing, accessibility, getting over the fear of writing, integrating Elizabeth Breitweiser into their creative routine, collaboration, Casanova's impact, the unique challenge of Solid State, the importance of a comic being of physical substance, the Milkfed newsletter, and more.

Hi everyone!  Welcome to the A to Z of Sex.  I'm Dr Lori Beth and I am your host.  We are working our way through the erotic alphabet one letter at a time.  Just a reminder this podcast deals with adult content, so if you don't have total privacy, you might want to put on your headphones. Today the letter is S and S is for Sexless Marriage. Sexless marriages take many forms and have a huge impact on all relationships. Joining me today to discuss this issue is  renowned clinical sexologist, Dr. Patti Britton.  Dr Patti is a Clinical Sexologist, Sexuality Educator and the Pioneer of Sex Coaching with top level credentials. As a well-respected world leader in the field of sexology, she is the author of hundreds of articles, four amazing books, and is former columnist for Penthouse Forum. Dr. Patti is a Your Tango expert, popular speaker, sought-after trainer and workshop leader, blogs on her own websites and hosts over 40 DVDs for women's and couples' sexual enhancement. Her media record includes appearances on national television shows, documentaries, live talk and news radio, and with frequent quotes in magazines, such as Cosmopolitan, Men's Health, Women's Health, Glamour, Men's Fitness, WebMD, AOL Health. She has a private practice in Los Angeles and via Skype globally. Dr. Patti is the Co-Founder of SexCoachU, the world's premier credentialing and training institute for sex coaching. She is the author of a female-friendly erotic novel and an expert on porn/erotica from a woman's perspective. She co-hosts a dynamic weekly radio show for the boomer generation at: TheBoomDoctors.com. When she is not speaking at summits, or on media, or leading trainings in Los Angeles for her tribe, she and her partner Robert travel the world leading transformational sexology intensives while curating erotic art imagery wherever they go!   Thanks for joining me! We spoke about the pandemic and how a large percentage of clients enter coaching and therapy because of varying levels of sexlessness.  Dr Patti pointed out that the term was coined in 2002 and at that time 20% of all relationships were said to be sexless, though sex was not defined.  She highlighted the fact that many of her clients presented with 2 to 5 years of no affectionate touch in addition to no sex and we spoke about the damage a lack of touch does.  Dr Patti sees sex as an essential part of self and not an add on.  She highlighted the fact that many couples lack sexual skills as well as communication skills and that clinical sexologists approach treatment somewhat behaviourally with goals to get couples having sexual contact again.  We spoke about how many layers there are to sexual problems and that as a result this is often very deep and transformative work.  We spoke about the extreme fear of letting go of control that so many people have and that orgasm is the ultimate vulnerable place because you are so out of control during orgasm.  Dr Patti spoke about 5 levels of touch from healing touch through to sexual touch and spoke of working with couples to understand that they can stop anywhere on the scale.  We spoke about the fact that sex means different things to different people and different things at different times.    Dr Patti mentioned Dr Barry McCarthy's book Rekindling Desire which has been released in an updated version recently and that he found in research that many women stopped engaging in sex out of profound disappointment in their relationships.  We spoke of the definition of asexuality and the new axes for sexual orientation.  We both spoke of how much more choice there is when people can self identify in so many ways and on so many levels.     Website Link: http://drpattibritton.com/ (drpattibritton.com) Facebook link: facebook.com/sexcoachpattibritton twitter link: @DrPattiBritton Dr Patti has generously offered to waive the $500 enrollment fee for professionals wishing to enrol in her level 2 training program to be

The search for a relationship -- or just a decent date -- can be difficult for anyone. But for people who identify as overweight, the journey can be even more daunting. In the latest episode of the HuffPost Love+Sex Podcast, co-hosts Carina Kolodny and Noah Michelson explore how weight can affect relationships and sex. The episode was inspired by a young man named Daniel who is overweight and emailed asking for advice about finding a woman to date. Along with Daniel's very personal story, Kolodny and Michelson also talked to Kelly Shibari (pictured above), a model, adult entertainer, publicist and the first plus-size woman to appear on the cover of Penthouse Forum; Substantia Jones, who proudly embraces the term "fat" and launched the Adipositivity Project to help others discover their own beauty; and Sarah Varney, the author of "XL Love: How The Obesity Crisis Is Complicating America's Love Life" See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

We're back after over a month's hiatus. Deb thinks she's going to be edited about 5 minutes in! Penthouse Forum is discussed.....That's right!! We chat about travel scenarios.....think Amazing Race. Enjoy. We missed you.

Aired Thursday, 26 February 2015, 4:00 PM ETDr. Patti will share her unique model for unblocking the stuck places in your sex life. She will share her approach using the “MEBES matrix” so that you can identify where you are stuck and move past those issues in your own life. She will also describe examples of people she has helped and reveal the magic she has brought into people’s lives as the pioneer of sex coaching in the world.About Guest Dr. Patti BrittonDr. Patti Britton is a Clinical Sexologist, Sexuality Educator and Master Sex Coach with top level credentials. As a well-respected pioneer and leader in the field of sexology, she is the author of hundreds of articles, four amazing books, and is former columnist for Penthouse Forum. Dr. Patti is a Your Tango expert, popular speaker, sought-after trainer and workshop leader, blogs on her own websites and hosts over 40 DVDs for women’s and couples’ sexual enhancement. Her media record includes appearances on national television shows, documentaries, live talk and news radio, and with frequent quotes in magazines, such as Cosmopolitan, Men’s Health, Women’s Health, Glamour, Men’s Fitness, WebMD, AOL Health. She has a private practice in Los Angeles and via Skype globally. Dr. Patti is the Co-Founder of SexCoachU, the world’s premier credentialing and training institute for sex coaching. She is the author of a female-friendly erotic novel and a famous Idiot’s Guide on Sensual Massage. She co-hosts a dynamic new weekly radio show for the boomer generation at: TheBoomDoctors.com. Dr. Patti believes that women and men have a divine birthright to express their authentic sexual self.Websites: Drpattibritton.com; sexcoachu.com Social Media: about.me/drpattibritton Twitter: @DrPattiBritton FB: facebook.com/sexcoachpattibritton

This week we're talking with Kelly Shibari the first BBW model on the cover of Penthouse Forum and Margaret's doppelgänger.

Our friends Kelly Shibari and Siike Donnelly stop by to nerd out with us. Kelly celebrates being the first plus size Penthouse Forum cover girl, Shuddy is mad at Kevin for something that happened in the easter egg and Siike just wants to be friends.

This week Kelly Shibari, the BBW Performer of the Year and Penthouse Forum’s first-ever plus-size cover model, joins Emily to talk squirting, her secret blowjob tips and the history of Shibari- the ancient Japanese art of rope bondage. Emily interviews this media producer turned groundbreaking porn superstar about what it’s like to be the only plus-sized Fleshlight model, tentacle porn and who her favorite erotica writer is. Learn why Emily loves bondage tape and how having a false eyelash fall off mid-scene taught Kelly about body confidence and what men really crave when they’re watching porn!

On this Episode of The HamRadio Show....We are Loaded For Bear From The First family of Comedy Rain Pryor stops by and Tell's Us all about Her One Woman Show "Fried Chicken & Latkes" and Also shares some Great stories about Her famous Father Richard Pryor!....Then We go in Between the pages of Xtreme magazine with "Between The Sheets" w/ Paulie K. ...and if that wasn't enough For You needy marks The Super sexy BBW Pornstar Kelly Shibari Drops a Game Changing Bombshell about her and The Penthouse Forum magazine that you NEED to Hear!!!...All This and We Go H.A.M. on all the Important Stories of The Day From The Donald Sterling Racist rant to Godzilla Vs. King Kong and all points in Between....So if You Enjoy High brow Thought Provoking High Class Comedy This Is NOT the Show For You But if you Laugh at Fart Noises in A Crowed Room Take a Listen To The Uncrowned Kings Of Reality Radio!....The HAMRADIO Show

On this Episode of The HamRadio Show....We are Loaded For Bear From The First family of Comedy Rain Pryor stops by and Tell's Us all about Her One Woman Show "Fried Chicken & Latkes" and Also shares some Great stories about Her famous Father Richard Pryor!....Then We go in Between the pages of Xtreme magazine with "Between The Sheets" w/ Paulie K. ...and if that wasn't enough For You needy marks The Super sexy BBW Pornstar Kelly Shibari Drops a Game Changing Bombshell about her and The Penthouse Forum magazine that you NEED to Hear!!!...All This and We Go H.A.M. on all the Important Stories of The Day From The Donald Sterling Racist rant to Godzilla Vs. King Kong and all points in Between....So if You Enjoy High brow Thought Provoking High Class Comedy This Is NOT the Show For You But if you Laugh at Fart Noises in A Crowed Room Take a Listen To The Uncrowned Kings Of Reality Radio!....The HAMRADIO Show

It'll be a special New Years Day broadcast, with lots of special guests, on the popular radio program Inside The Industry with host James Bartholet, and co-host Selma Sins, and KiKi Daire. Special in studio guests include; adorable newcomer Nikki Next, Penthouse Forum and Girls of Penthouse editor Eric Danville, will be talking about his new book, The Complete Linda Lovelace, and special surprise guests will be showing up as well .

It'll be a special New Years Day broadcast, with lots of special guests, on the popular radio program Inside The Industry with host James Bartholet, and co host Selma Sins, and KiKi Daire. Special in studio guests include; adorable newcomer Nikki Next, Penthouse Forum and Girls of Penthouse editor Eric Danville, will be talking about his new book; "The Complete Linda Lovelace", and special surprise guests will be showing up as well .

It'll be a special New Years Day broadcast, with lots of special guests, on the popular radio program Inside The Industry with host James Bartholet, and co host Selma Sins, and KiKi Daire. Special in studio guests include; adorable newcomer Nikki Next, Penthouse Forum and Girls of Penthouse editor Eric Danville, will be talking about his new book; "The Complete Linda Lovelace", and special surprise guests will be showing up as well .

Coming up on this week's show: a little more on jealousy; poly pet peeves; Penthouse Forum; and does being poly ruin your fantasy life? Questions? Comments? Erotica? Email minx at cunningminx@gmail.com. Show Notes are up at The PolyWeekly LJ blog.