Podcasts about Perrier

Is this the end of Mineral Water? Or just the end of Nestlé Waters? Listen to this!More #water insights? Connect with me on Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/antoinewalter1/

Is it something in the water? Why insist on bottled brands at every meal when in a country like France, it flows freely from the tap – even if it's not exactly free. We'll ask about old habits and new realities that force a rethink of what we drink. Anger bubbling over this week with the French senate concluding that the government “at the highest level” covered up for Nestlé which continued to put the words "natural mineral water" on bottles and cans of iconic brands such as Perrier even though the threat of bacteria and pollution have long forced the Swiss food giant to filter the output of its spring in southeast France. Wherein lies the real issue here… for consumers… citizens…… and for the planet? We often cover stories about water scarcity. But it's also water management, in this instance how we provide and distribute drinking water. Whose job is it to make sure that it's clean, that it's fairly meted out? And who gets to profit from the service of providing this vital necessity? Produced by François Picard, Rebecca Gnignati, Juliette Laffont, Jimena Morales-Velasco, Alessandro Xenos.

On reproche au géant agroalimentaire suisse d'avoir illégalement utilisé des procédés de microfiltration sur des eaux minérales contaminées. Dans « La Story », le podcast d'actualité des « Echos », Pierrick Fay et son invité Paul Turban décryptent les rebondissements de l'affaire Nestlé Waters, que confirme une enquête sénatoriale.Retrouvez l'essentiel de l'actualité économique grâce à notre offre d'abonnement Access : abonnement.lesechos.fr/lastory« La Story » est un podcast des « Échos » présenté par Pierrick Fay. Cet épisode a été enregistré en mai 2025. Rédaction en chef : Clémence Lemaistre. Invité : Paul Turban (journaliste spécialiste de l'Agroalimentaire aux « Echos »). Réalisation : Willy Ganne. Chargée de production et d'édition : Michèle Warnet. Musique : Théo Boulenger. Identité graphique : Upian. Photo : LODI Franck/SIPA. Sons : M6 Info, Perrier. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:03:35 - Charline explose les faits - par : Charline Vanhoenacker - Je m'empare du scandale des eaux minérales du groupe Nestlé et de la complicité de l'Etat français pour le cacher au consommateur. L'eau minérale est polluée, et il faut la désinfecter avant de la boire. Ca m'a fait penser au slogan qui a bercé mon enfance : “Perrier c'est fou !”

durée : 00:03:35 - Charline explose les faits - par : Charline Vanhoenacker - Je m'empare du scandale des eaux minérales du groupe Nestlé et de la complicité de l'État français pour le cacher au consommateur. L'eau minérale est polluée, et il faut la désinfecter avant de la boire. Ça m'a fait penser au slogan qui a bercé mon enfance : “Perrier c'est fou !”

In Brussel komen de ministers van Buitenlandse Zaken bijeen – eerst om het te hebben over defensie (ze bespreken het witboek van Kubilius), en daarna over Oekraine, Syrië en het Midden-Oosten. Op tafel ligt onder andere het plan van de Nederlandse minister Veldkamp, om het associatieverdrag met Israel te herzien. En: is een schandaal rondom het mineraalwater Perrier het Franse Watergate? Fijn is het in ieder geval niet voor Macron. __ Make Europe Great Again! Een podcast van BNR, waarin we dagelijks inzoomen op de worstelingen van Europa. Onze Europakenners geven jou elke maandag tot en met donderdag een update van maximaal 10 minuten - over hoe Europa zich handhaaft in de tijd van Donald Trump, Vladimir Poetin en Xi Jinping. Vandaag krijg je het Europese nieuws van Michal van der Toorn.

Ce lundi 19 mai 2025, la commission sénatoriale sur les eaux minérales rend son rapport, très attendu. Dans sa ligne de mire : Perrier, menacée de perdre son label d'"eau minérale naturelle". Saviez-vous qu'un Anglais était à l'origine du succès de la marque ? Dans "Ah Ouais ?", Florian Gazan répond en une minute chrono à toutes les questions essentielles, existentielles, parfois complètement absurdes, qui vous traversent la tête.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

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Recrutement par simulation, message des impôts… Rattrapez l'actualité économique du jour avec notre podcast 120 secondes. Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

Le sujet est complexe et technique, mais très important et pas seulement économiquement Mention légales : Vos données de connexion, dont votre adresse IP, sont traités par Radio Classique, responsable de traitement, sur la base de son intérêt légitime, par l'intermédiaire de son sous-traitant Ausha, à des fins de réalisation de statistiques agréées et de lutte contre la fraude. Ces données sont supprimées en temps réel pour la finalité statistique et sous cinq mois à compter de la collecte à des fins de lutte contre la fraude. Pour plus d'informations sur les traitements réalisés par Radio Classique et exercer vos droits, consultez notre Politique de confidentialité.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

On this JMP, John and Phil chat with gaming pioneer Vince Desi, creator of Postal. Hear the brilliance of the man who took video games from kids' stuff to being able to light people on fire... and pee on them!

Det lyxiga mineralvattnet Perrier har blivit en fransk nationalklenod. Men något har hänt med den en gång så rena hälsokällan – den är nedsmutsad med bajsbakterier. Efter att skandalen avslöjats pekas flera medlemmar i regeringen Macron ut som delaktiga i mörkläggningen. Kan presidenten rentav själv ha varit inblandad? Programledare: Simon Campanello. Med Erik de la Reguera, DN:s korrespondent i Paris. Producent: Måns Mosesson.

In this monthly conversation series Grant Scott speaks with art director, lecturer and creative director Fiona Hayes. In an informal conversation each month Grant and Fiona comment on the photographic environment as they see it through the exhibitions, magazines, talks and events that Fiona has seen over the previous weeks. Mentioned in this episode: https://turnercontemporary.org/whats-on/resistance/ ]www.worldphoto.org/sony-world-photography-awards https://autograph.org.uk Fiona Hayes Fiona Hayes is an art director, designer, consultant and lecturer with over 30 years' experience in publishing, fashion and the art world. She has been a magazine art director ten times: on Punch, Company, Eve, the British and Russian editions of Cosmopolitan, House & Garden,GQ India (based in Mumbai), MyselfGermany (in Munich), and Russian Vogue (twice). Between 2013 and 2019, as Art Director of New Markets and Brand Development for Condé Nast International, based in London and Paris, she oversaw all the company's launches – 14 magazines, including seven editions of Vogue. She still consults as Design Director at Large for Vogue Hong Kong. In 2002 she founded independent photography magazine DayFour, publishing it continuously until 2012. She is Co-Author and Art Director of The Fashion Yearbook, and creative director of books for South African media consultancy Legacy Creates. Outside the publishing world, she has been Art Director of contemporary art auction house Phillips de Pury in London and New York, and Consultant Art Director of Russian luxury retail group Mercury/TSUM. (Fiona would like to point out she is not Russian: she is proudly Irish and studied Visual Communication and History of Art and Design at NCAD Dublin.) She currently divides her time between design consultancy for commercial clients, and lecturing at Oxford Brookes University, the Condé Nast College of Fashion and Design, London, Nottingham Trent University, Ravensbourne University, and Leeds University. She lives in West London. @theartdictator Dr.Grant Scott After fifteen years art directing photography books and magazines such as Elle and Tatler, Scott began to work zas a photographer for a number of advertising and editorial clients in 2000. Alongside his photographic career Scott has art directed numerous advertising campaigns, worked as a creative director at Sotheby's, art directed foto8magazine, founded his own photographic gallery, edited Professional Photographer magazine and launched his own title for photographers and filmmakers Hungry Eye. He founded the United Nations of Photography in 2012, and is now a Senior Lecturer and Subject Co-ordinator: Photography at Oxford Brookes University, Oxford, and a BBC Radio contributor. Scott is the author of Professional Photography: The New Global Landscape Explained (Routledge 2014), The Essential Student Guide to Professional Photography (Routledge 2015), New Ways of Seeing: The Democratic Language of Photography (Routledge 2019), and What Does Photography Mean To You? (Bluecoat Press 2020). His photography has been published in At Home With The Makers of Style (Thames & Hudson 2006) and Crash Happy: A Night at The Bangers (Cafe Royal Books 2012). His film Do Not Bend: The Photographic Life of Bill Jay was premiered in 2018. Scott's next book is Inside Vogue House: One building, seven magazines, sixty years of stories, Orphans Publishing, is on sale now. © Grant Scott 2025

Tous les matins à 6h40, l'actualité du point de vue des auditeurs de RMC. Chaque jour, trois questions autour d'un sujet d'actualité. Témoignages, réactions et débats : RMC est LA radio de l'interactivité.

durée : 00:15:12 - Journal de 8 h - A Vergèze dans le Gard, les employés de l'usine Perrier s'inquiètent de l'avenir de l'entreprise, après la révélation de contaminations par des bactéries dans les bouteilles d'eau pétillantes. Les autorités sanitaires préconisent le retrait de l'appellation "eau minérale naturelle".

durée : 00:15:12 - Journal de 8 h - A Vergèze dans le Gard, les employés de l'usine Perrier s'inquiètent de l'avenir de l'entreprise, après la révélation de contaminations par des bactéries dans les bouteilles d'eau pétillantes. Les autorités sanitaires préconisent le retrait de l'appellation "eau minérale naturelle".

durée : 00:15:12 - Journal de 8 h - A Vergèze dans le Gard, les employés de l'usine Perrier s'inquiètent de l'avenir de l'entreprise, après la révélation de contaminations par des bactéries dans les bouteilles d'eau pétillantes. Les autorités sanitaires préconisent le retrait de l'appellation "eau minérale naturelle".

La marque Perrier va-t-elle perdre sa dénomination "d'eau minérale naturelle"? Selon nos confrères de Radio France, l'Agence régionale de santé d'Occitanie en a fait la demande au préfet, après de nouveaux épisodes de contamination. Alors de quoi parle-t-on? On pose la question à François Pitrel, journaliste environnement à BFMTV.

Hello wine friends. In this Champagne episode we go behind the bubbles with a rare insider's look at the still base wines of Champagne—vin clairs. From tasting sessions at iconic houses like Perrier-Jouët and Maison Mumm to exploring the nuances of vineyard pruning and regenerative viticulture, this episode uncorks the raw beauty and complexity of Champagne before it sparkles. Expect wine history, expert insight, and travel tips for planning your own fizz-filled adventure. If you want to skip ahead: 1.00: Travelling to Champagne from London 1.30: Pronouncing Reims, and the differences between Reims and Épernay 2.30: The four official pruning methods of Champagne 5.45: The history of Champagne 8.50: Tasting Vins Clairs Wines - what are they? 11.45: Maison Perrier-Jouët  14.00: The most interesting Vins Clairs comparing vines planted with cover crops 15.30: Comparing the same Vins Clairs base wine aged in stainless steel and foudre 16.00: Eating at Maison Belle Epoque 17.00: Maison Mumm 19.30: Comparing Chardonnay Vins Clairs to the Pinot Noirs 20.15: Mumm Cordon Rouge Brut NV 21.15: Mumm RSRV Blanc de Noirs 2014  22.09: The Loisium Hotel in Mutigny   Any thoughts or questions, do email me: janina@eatsleepwinerepeat.co.uk Or contact me on Instagram @eatsleep_winerepeat If you fancy watching some videos on my youtube channel: Eat Sleep Wine Repeat Or come say hi at www.eatsleepwinerepeat.co.uk Until next time, Cheers to you!   ---------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------- THE EAT SLEEP WINE REPEAT PODCAST HAS BEEN FEATURED IN DECANTER MAGAZINE, RADIO TIMES AND FEED SPOT AS THE 6TH BEST UK WINE MAKING PODCAST.  

Plongez dans l'univers fascinant des yéyés, ces jeunes stars de la chanson française des années 60. Revivez l'apogée de ce mouvement musical à travers la célèbre photo de Jean-Marie Perrier, qui réunit 46 idoles de l'époque. Découvrez comment cette insouciance et cette effervescence ont marqué une France en pleine mutation, avant l'arrivée de nouveaux artistes qui vont bouleverser le paysage musical. Un épisode riche en souvenirs et en anecdotes pour tous les passionnés de l'histoire de la pop culture française.Notre équipe a utilisé un outil d'Intelligence artificielle via les technologies d'Audiomeans© pour accompagner la création de ce contenu écrit.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Plongez dans l'univers fascinant des yéyés, ces jeunes stars de la chanson française des années 60. Revivez l'apogée de ce mouvement musical à travers la célèbre photo de Jean-Marie Perrier, qui réunit 46 idoles de l'époque. Découvrez comment cette insouciance et cette effervescence ont marqué une France en pleine mutation, avant l'arrivée de nouveaux artistes qui vont bouleverser le paysage musical. Un épisode riche en souvenirs et en anecdotes pour tous les passionnés de l'histoire de la pop culture française.Notre équipe a utilisé un outil d'Intelligence artificielle via les technologies d'Audiomeans© pour accompagner la création de ce contenu écrit.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

 Finding the Ultimate Trophy Wife. by  Sustainer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  No matter what they may admit to, every man desires to have an obedient, submissive, beautiful trophy wife. Conversely, every woman secretly desires to be a perfect, subservient possession who is adored and cared for, objectified and kept captive while provided firm direction and absolved of all guilt surrounding sexual latitude- since her sexual conduct is no longer her choice, but rather, her solemn and sacred marriage duty. Every man wants this. Every woman secretly longs for this.Through luck and industry, I have become a wealthy man. This alone is infinitely attractive to women. No matter what they may claim or espouse, how much they assert their feminism or independence, a woman desires a wealthy man to provide for them and offer financial security. Other than my wealth, and my sexual appetite, I am an utterly unremarkable man. Some women, more than you may imagine, are willing to exchange their full sexual servitude in for financial security and social status. My wife is such a woman.I found her in a gentleman's club. An upscale topless club where young women danced on stage in lingerie and revealing costumes, performing exotic dance routines for assembled clients while revealing their breasts and stripping to a G-string. Following their performance, the young girls would circulate among the patrons, making small talk and soliciting private lap dances in a more private setting in the back rooms of the club for large tips. This was the perfect resource to find what I was looking for. Firstly, it acted as a kind of living catalog. Without the absurd constraints and antiquated conventions of “dating”, I could quickly review a large number of potential trophy wives before beginning the indoctrination into my marriage and trophy wife training and optimization program. I am a businessman, and as such, I admire efficiency and a well-run process. In advance of my trophy wife assessment and selection I consulted with a friend who is a marriage counselor and a behavioral psychologist. He holds a Ph.D. in training psychology. After describing my objectives to him in obtaining the ideal trophy wife, he and I worked together closely under contract for months to create an optimal, scientifically configured, trophy wife selection, indoctrination and training program. This included an ongoing maintenance and administration routine for my eventual trophy wife. Once our perfect trophy wife curriculum was developed, I simply went to various upscale gentleman's clubs to locate the very best trophy wife to my specific tastes and purposes. She must have brown hair and brown eyes. Round cheeks and a full face with a round nose. Preferably European in heritage. While her figure must fall within very specific parameters for hip measurement, leg length, buttocks shape, overall height and weight, her breast size and shape are not critical at intake since modern breast augmentation surgery means that any girl can have any breasts. Perfect breasts exactly to my liking would be an add-on at a specific phase of the acquisition and indoctrination process. In fact, consultation with the cosmetic surgeon who was already contracted to perform my prospective trophy wife's optimization had given me specific guidelines to look for in shopping for the right candidate. It was best to start with a young girl, 18-20, who was a 32 or 34 B cup bra size. This would be the perfect platform for creating a large, firm, high-breasted girl who would be a tailor-made 32-34DD cup after upgrade. After her work was completed, she would have large, firm, high breasts with dark, upturned nipples atop big areolae that puffed out from her tits in a constant state of erection and apparent arousal. Her hips should be full, her buttocks round, firm and elevated, her waist trim and narrow, tapering down from her curvy, reproductive hips. Her legs should be moderately long with adequately full, not too-skinny calves and healthy, firm thighs since stockings are a particular fetish of mine, among many others. The perfect selection would be free of tattoos and, in the best of worlds, have nipples that were already large and dark in color, symmetrical and outsized to her breast size so they would scale up nicely to her new, much larger breasts. Puffy nipples are the most desirable, but if all other pre-existing physical factors are excellent, my cosmetic surgeon told me about a procedure whereby nipples and areolae could be enlarged, darkened and made to protrude more to my liking. I personally inspected a young girl he had performed the puffy-nipple enhancement procedure on, and the results were remarkable. Once my selection criteria, recruiting and indoctrination processes were finalized, I went out looking. After several enjoyable weeks of shopping at local gentleman's clubs there was an epiphany. A young girl, 5'3" tall, long, brown hair, enormous brown eyes, swaying hips, round buttocks and the most beautiful face and button nose I had ever seen, sat in my lap and asked if I wanted a dance. It was impossible to refuse. I suspected immediately that I had found my quarry. She danced for me as I reclined in a lounge chair in a private room, swaying in the shadowy light to soft music, then straddling my lap, stripping off her sheer, lacy bra, grabbing my hands and placing them directly on her breasts. Then she began to gyrate on my swelling erection, clad only in a little, shiny black thong panty. She leaned forward, pressing her tits to me, and whispered in my ear, “Back here you can do almost anything you want. $100 a song Sir.” I felt her natural tits, and they were quite nice, likely a large “B” or “C” cup. An excellent starting point. Her hips were full and girlish, her buttocks spectacular and round, the skin smooth and even in tone from what I could see in this light. Her lips were large and I felt them on my neck when I leaned forward. Somewhat unusual for an exotic dancer to kiss a client on the neck. Her arms and legs were beautiful, her overall figure full and round. And that hair, my God, that beautiful mane of cascading, natural brown hair. Luxurious. The gentle grinding of her thin thong panty crotch on my erect cock inside my pants had me soaked in precum. After three songs, I grabbed her firmly beneath the arms and moved her slightly away from me. She had a slightly surprised expression, then smiled, “Enough?” she asked. “I have a proposition for you, young lady. Would you be willing to meet outside this club for dinner, for, perhaps, two or three hours? It would only be dinner and conversation, I assure you, in a public place. Nothing to risk. Everything to gain.” She made an overly quizzical expression. “Oh. A proposition? Ah. You know we aren't supposed to be doing that.” “Five thousand dollars for dinner young lady. And I buy your outfit for the night. No funny business. No sex. Nothing weird. You and I, dinner in a nice restaurant and a few hours of conversation. That's all. No risk. All reward. What do you say?” “Um. Sounds nice. Possibly. Maybe…” She cooed. She circled her thong-covered hips one more time on my lap, pressing down on my hard cock inside my pants extra hard. “You buy one more dance, and I'll think about it. But I need to know your real name. I'm going to check you out online before I decide. In the meantime, are your pants still getting tighter… and wetter? I'm soaked. My panties are almost soaked through. I'm going to have to go back and change after I'm done with you.” In Part 2, I make a unique proposal to the young lady “I am looking for a wife who will perform any and all sex acts with proficiency and enthusiasm at my command. This includes sharing and group sex, bondage, exhibitionism, oral, vaginal and anal sex along with other activities such as performing and appearing in pornographic videos and photographs for public distribution. In return for this arrangement, my wife will live in opulence and receive a generous stipend, along with other material benefits. After a systematic and exhaustive search for the best candidate to be my obedient, entirely promiscuous wife, you are my choice young lady.” This is what I would tell her tonight at dinner. In addition to a sumptuous dinner in a beautiful restaurant, this would be the offer on the table. It took some time, but the young girl I had found and selected agreed to my dinner invitation. Knowing that we act how we dress, I had provided her wardrobe for the night: a simple but elegant, snug-fitting black dress with a low neckline, a Frederick's of Hollywood Exxtreme Cleavage add-2 cup size push-up bra in black satin, a very small, sheer, black G-string panty, nude stay-up thigh-highs and delicate black, strappy, open-toe heels. There was also an elegant pearl necklace and earrings in the ensemble I provided to her. It was a simple outfit, but one that highly sexualized her in an elegant way. To complete her outfit, I included a crystal vial of Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium perfume, because no ensemble is complete without a treat for all of the senses- sight, touch, and smell. She received her wardrobe by courier two days before our dinner date. Dinner would be at a friend of mine's restaurant, a five-star place on the river downtown. I reserved the best table and paid the restaurant in advance to remove the two tables closest to us so we could speak candidly without being overheard. My new little whore was a vision when she stepped out of her Uber. She had cleaned up incredibly well, and the young lady put obvious effort into her appearance for our dinner meeting tonight. That was a promising sign. Her hair was in loose curls, cascading down her back in a bouncy mane of luxurious brunette. Her make-up was without flaw, understated and elegant. Her lipstick suggested a hint of drama, but was not too apparent. The pearls draped perfectly from her neck to her décolletage, and the little earrings added a well-coordinated finish to her beautiful presentation. I judged her sizes well. Her firm breasts heaved at the top of the snug, plunging little black dress. The black, add 2-cup-size 34C push-up bra I sent her looked opulent under this dress. Her delicious young cleavage was swollen, soft, round and smooth, bulging up and out of her neckline. I'm sure that tiny, snug little black sheer thong panty was just barely there underneath her dress and above her nude thigh-highs. As a dancer, she was no-doubt waxed smooth down there. This, of course, would remain my ongoing requirement, one of many to come. She looked absolutely magnificent. Better than I had hoped. She was beginning to seem even more like a fine candidate for a wife. I held the door, she stepped through. I couldn't help but notice her pretty little buttocks under the snug, little black dress. It was petite, high, protruding and firm. There was a noticeable sway to her alluring walk. Not a hint of panty line because of the little G-string I sent her. The satiny black fabric of the dress seemed to glide just slightly over her smooth, mostly nude skin underneath. She handled the high heels well for a young girl, no doubt a skill acquired in her profession. Good. Very promising. The hostess directed us to my table. My little candidate had the poise to stand politely while I pulled her chair out for her to be seated. This was an excellent sign. It meant she was somehow refined. How a little 18-year old topless dancer learned this poise, I had no idea, but it boded well. We sat near the huge window overlooking the river. Best seat in the restaurant. Most private too. “I hope you enjoy our dinner my dear, and our conversation. You are truly a vision tonight. You look magnificent. Everything fit well, I trust?” “It did. Not sure how you figured out my sizes so well, but even the shoes, and the other things… They all fit perfectly. Thank you. Ah, do I get to…” “Keep them?” I returned. “Yes. Am I supposed to keep all this?” “These items are yours young lady, for accepting my humble invitation. I appreciate it very much. It's a delight to be here with you. Truly. You look so beautiful. No one could make this ensemble look as alluring, and my tastes are very discriminating. Actually, you are much more beautiful here, tonight, than at your workplace. That says a lot.” She sat quietly for a moment, glanced down, then seemed to summon some resolve and looked up at me. “Thank you.” There was a noticeable lean forward in her posture suddenly. The waiter appeared at just that instant, introduced himself, took drink orders and left a list of appetizers to start the evening. His arrival quelled whatever it was she had leaned forward to ask. He stepped away. She began. “What is this about? I mean, why did you ask me out?” She was right to the point. Admirable. Suggests that perhaps others had dealt with her less than honestly. “I want to make a proposition to you. It is a significant one, and I wager it will take some time on your part to fully consider it, as well such a proposition should. Along with my proposition comes a plan. And a proposal. Literally.” She remained seated upright, but now looking at me with very wide, very brown, eyes. “I'm interested in recruiting a wife.” Silence hung in the air. Her posture frozen. Continuing to fix her wide eyes on me. I calmly reached for my water glass and sipped some Perrier. Let the comment hang in the now-heavy air. She reached for her glass, likely in awkward mimicry but also, I wager, because her mouth was suddenly dry. “I'm sorry My Dear. Let me explain further. I'm a busy, and systematic man. People say that I am very focused. I say that is normal, and all else is abnormal. When I set about a project, I make a deliberate plan. And I make lofty goals. Excellence in everything I do. Simplicity in my plans. And always, strict honesty and openness. Some people find this awkward.” I fixed my look on her, not glaring, but looking into her wide, brown eyes with sincerity. “Young lady, you are perfection. You are beautiful. Beautiful beyond description, and this is a magnificent gift. You are poised. I don't know how you've acquired this quality, but it is rare today. Especially for a young lady. In only the last fifteen minutes since our arrival tonight I've observed that in you. The way you stepped out of the car when you arrived. You let me open the door to the restaurant for you. Waited for me to do it. You stood politely and in a dignified manner while I pulled your chair out for you. I'm not sure where you learned these things, but they are valuable to me. Precious even. As valuable as your appearance, which, as I've said, is absolutely opulent.” She appeared to ease somewhat. Soften. But a learned cynicism and caution remained. I could see that. “So, I am looking for a wife. A beautiful, poised, submissive sexual servant wife. A devoted, capable and willing young lady to join me in life's finer things. Travel. Entertainment. And especially, sexual activities, a priority of mine. I'm interested in nearly every sexual activity. And I'd like you to join me in them if you find the terms of my proposal, and of course, myself, acceptable and to your agreement.” Her silence remained. She seemed frozen, taking all this in. I had expected that, so I decided to divert for a few moments and return the conversation to that of a simple dinner date. “But, enough of this business and life talk. Let's table my offer for now and simply enjoy the evening and try to get to know each other a little. That is, of course, the first step My Dear, and I am very thorough.” We placed an order for appetizers and drinks. Neither of us drank alcohol, another good sign. She appeared to relax some as the first course arrived and the conversation lightened. She began dancing at 18. Was going to turn 19 in six weeks. I noted her impending birthday. She revealed little, but ask many questions. Some were remarkably matrimonial, which was a good sign. She asked me about how I made a living. When the expanse of my ventures became apparent, she did well to not appear overly impressed, as though it was common to her. “Have you ever been married?” She asked. I told her I had been too busy building my businesses. I told her I never felt I was in a position to make an offer like I was proposing now, and that I knew it would be extraordinary to find a girl to agree to my terms without significant incentives. The conversation lapsed back to my offer. “Listen young lady, I know my offer is incredibly forward, very presumptuous- at least now it is, and you have almost no reason to take it seriously. I realize this, and I respect any cynicism. It is well founded in today's world.” She fumbled with a piece of shrimp on her plate, licked her beautifully polished finger, swigged some Perrier, and kept her huge, brown eyes on me as I spoke. “But, you must acknowledge the practicality of my offer. Consider the alternatives, in your future, your life. And, I intend to prove to you that my offer is authentic and trustworthy before you should even offer a response.” Silence from her. She dabbed the corner of her mouth with the napkin from her lap. For an eighteen-year-old girl, she was accomplished at keeping her cool, holding her cards close. “This is a lot to consider young lady. Allow me to make an interim suggestion. Think about my offer for a few days. If you would like to explore it further, completely without commitment or obligation, then join me on a holiday. Perhaps we can visit Thailand, a favorite of mine. Or, Sri Lanka. I know of a beautiful resort there with over-water bungalows. It's up to you. Perhaps you'd enjoy a week in Nice, France. Another favorite of mine. At the Hotel Negresco along the Promenade des Anglais. I know beautiful cafés there. If you love coffee, you'll love the breakfasts. And the bakeries.” The waiter returned with dinner menus. “Consider my offer during this upcoming week young lady, and let's enjoy our dinner. We have plenty of time to discuss the specifics. For tonight, let's just enjoy each other's company, my friend's wonderful dining and a beautiful evening, made all the more beautiful by you.” by Sustainer for Literotica .

 Finding the Ultimate Trophy Wife. by  Sustainer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  No matter what they may admit to, every man desires to have an obedient, submissive, beautiful trophy wife. Conversely, every woman secretly desires to be a perfect, subservient possession who is adored and cared for, objectified and kept captive while provided firm direction and absolved of all guilt surrounding sexual latitude- since her sexual conduct is no longer her choice, but rather, her solemn and sacred marriage duty. Every man wants this. Every woman secretly longs for this.Through luck and industry, I have become a wealthy man. This alone is infinitely attractive to women. No matter what they may claim or espouse, how much they assert their feminism or independence, a woman desires a wealthy man to provide for them and offer financial security. Other than my wealth, and my sexual appetite, I am an utterly unremarkable man. Some women, more than you may imagine, are willing to exchange their full sexual servitude in for financial security and social status. My wife is such a woman.I found her in a gentleman's club. An upscale topless club where young women danced on stage in lingerie and revealing costumes, performing exotic dance routines for assembled clients while revealing their breasts and stripping to a G-string. Following their performance, the young girls would circulate among the patrons, making small talk and soliciting private lap dances in a more private setting in the back rooms of the club for large tips. This was the perfect resource to find what I was looking for. Firstly, it acted as a kind of living catalog. Without the absurd constraints and antiquated conventions of “dating”, I could quickly review a large number of potential trophy wives before beginning the indoctrination into my marriage and trophy wife training and optimization program. I am a businessman, and as such, I admire efficiency and a well-run process. In advance of my trophy wife assessment and selection I consulted with a friend who is a marriage counselor and a behavioral psychologist. He holds a Ph.D. in training psychology. After describing my objectives to him in obtaining the ideal trophy wife, he and I worked together closely under contract for months to create an optimal, scientifically configured, trophy wife selection, indoctrination and training program. This included an ongoing maintenance and administration routine for my eventual trophy wife. Once our perfect trophy wife curriculum was developed, I simply went to various upscale gentleman's clubs to locate the very best trophy wife to my specific tastes and purposes. She must have brown hair and brown eyes. Round cheeks and a full face with a round nose. Preferably European in heritage. While her figure must fall within very specific parameters for hip measurement, leg length, buttocks shape, overall height and weight, her breast size and shape are not critical at intake since modern breast augmentation surgery means that any girl can have any breasts. Perfect breasts exactly to my liking would be an add-on at a specific phase of the acquisition and indoctrination process. In fact, consultation with the cosmetic surgeon who was already contracted to perform my prospective trophy wife's optimization had given me specific guidelines to look for in shopping for the right candidate. It was best to start with a young girl, 18-20, who was a 32 or 34 B cup bra size. This would be the perfect platform for creating a large, firm, high-breasted girl who would be a tailor-made 32-34DD cup after upgrade. After her work was completed, she would have large, firm, high breasts with dark, upturned nipples atop big areolae that puffed out from her tits in a constant state of erection and apparent arousal. Her hips should be full, her buttocks round, firm and elevated, her waist trim and narrow, tapering down from her curvy, reproductive hips. Her legs should be moderately long with adequately full, not too-skinny calves and healthy, firm thighs since stockings are a particular fetish of mine, among many others. The perfect selection would be free of tattoos and, in the best of worlds, have nipples that were already large and dark in color, symmetrical and outsized to her breast size so they would scale up nicely to her new, much larger breasts. Puffy nipples are the most desirable, but if all other pre-existing physical factors are excellent, my cosmetic surgeon told me about a procedure whereby nipples and areolae could be enlarged, darkened and made to protrude more to my liking. I personally inspected a young girl he had performed the puffy-nipple enhancement procedure on, and the results were remarkable. Once my selection criteria, recruiting and indoctrination processes were finalized, I went out looking. After several enjoyable weeks of shopping at local gentleman's clubs there was an epiphany. A young girl, 5'3" tall, long, brown hair, enormous brown eyes, swaying hips, round buttocks and the most beautiful face and button nose I had ever seen, sat in my lap and asked if I wanted a dance. It was impossible to refuse. I suspected immediately that I had found my quarry. She danced for me as I reclined in a lounge chair in a private room, swaying in the shadowy light to soft music, then straddling my lap, stripping off her sheer, lacy bra, grabbing my hands and placing them directly on her breasts. Then she began to gyrate on my swelling erection, clad only in a little, shiny black thong panty. She leaned forward, pressing her tits to me, and whispered in my ear, “Back here you can do almost anything you want. $100 a song Sir.” I felt her natural tits, and they were quite nice, likely a large “B” or “C” cup. An excellent starting point. Her hips were full and girlish, her buttocks spectacular and round, the skin smooth and even in tone from what I could see in this light. Her lips were large and I felt them on my neck when I leaned forward. Somewhat unusual for an exotic dancer to kiss a client on the neck. Her arms and legs were beautiful, her overall figure full and round. And that hair, my God, that beautiful mane of cascading, natural brown hair. Luxurious. The gentle grinding of her thin thong panty crotch on my erect cock inside my pants had me soaked in precum. After three songs, I grabbed her firmly beneath the arms and moved her slightly away from me. She had a slightly surprised expression, then smiled, “Enough?” she asked. “I have a proposition for you, young lady. Would you be willing to meet outside this club for dinner, for, perhaps, two or three hours? It would only be dinner and conversation, I assure you, in a public place. Nothing to risk. Everything to gain.” She made an overly quizzical expression. “Oh. A proposition? Ah. You know we aren't supposed to be doing that.” “Five thousand dollars for dinner young lady. And I buy your outfit for the night. No funny business. No sex. Nothing weird. You and I, dinner in a nice restaurant and a few hours of conversation. That's all. No risk. All reward. What do you say?” “Um. Sounds nice. Possibly. Maybe…” She cooed. She circled her thong-covered hips one more time on my lap, pressing down on my hard cock inside my pants extra hard. “You buy one more dance, and I'll think about it. But I need to know your real name. I'm going to check you out online before I decide. In the meantime, are your pants still getting tighter… and wetter? I'm soaked. My panties are almost soaked through. I'm going to have to go back and change after I'm done with you.” In Part 2, I make a unique proposal to the young lady “I am looking for a wife who will perform any and all sex acts with proficiency and enthusiasm at my command. This includes sharing and group sex, bondage, exhibitionism, oral, vaginal and anal sex along with other activities such as performing and appearing in pornographic videos and photographs for public distribution. In return for this arrangement, my wife will live in opulence and receive a generous stipend, along with other material benefits. After a systematic and exhaustive search for the best candidate to be my obedient, entirely promiscuous wife, you are my choice young lady.” This is what I would tell her tonight at dinner. In addition to a sumptuous dinner in a beautiful restaurant, this would be the offer on the table. It took some time, but the young girl I had found and selected agreed to my dinner invitation. Knowing that we act how we dress, I had provided her wardrobe for the night: a simple but elegant, snug-fitting black dress with a low neckline, a Frederick's of Hollywood Exxtreme Cleavage add-2 cup size push-up bra in black satin, a very small, sheer, black G-string panty, nude stay-up thigh-highs and delicate black, strappy, open-toe heels. There was also an elegant pearl necklace and earrings in the ensemble I provided to her. It was a simple outfit, but one that highly sexualized her in an elegant way. To complete her outfit, I included a crystal vial of Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium perfume, because no ensemble is complete without a treat for all of the senses- sight, touch, and smell. She received her wardrobe by courier two days before our dinner date. Dinner would be at a friend of mine's restaurant, a five-star place on the river downtown. I reserved the best table and paid the restaurant in advance to remove the two tables closest to us so we could speak candidly without being overheard. My new little whore was a vision when she stepped out of her Uber. She had cleaned up incredibly well, and the young lady put obvious effort into her appearance for our dinner meeting tonight. That was a promising sign. Her hair was in loose curls, cascading down her back in a bouncy mane of luxurious brunette. Her make-up was without flaw, understated and elegant. Her lipstick suggested a hint of drama, but was not too apparent. The pearls draped perfectly from her neck to her décolletage, and the little earrings added a well-coordinated finish to her beautiful presentation. I judged her sizes well. Her firm breasts heaved at the top of the snug, plunging little black dress. The black, add 2-cup-size 34C push-up bra I sent her looked opulent under this dress. Her delicious young cleavage was swollen, soft, round and smooth, bulging up and out of her neckline. I'm sure that tiny, snug little black sheer thong panty was just barely there underneath her dress and above her nude thigh-highs. As a dancer, she was no-doubt waxed smooth down there. This, of course, would remain my ongoing requirement, one of many to come. She looked absolutely magnificent. Better than I had hoped. She was beginning to seem even more like a fine candidate for a wife. I held the door, she stepped through. I couldn't help but notice her pretty little buttocks under the snug, little black dress. It was petite, high, protruding and firm. There was a noticeable sway to her alluring walk. Not a hint of panty line because of the little G-string I sent her. The satiny black fabric of the dress seemed to glide just slightly over her smooth, mostly nude skin underneath. She handled the high heels well for a young girl, no doubt a skill acquired in her profession. Good. Very promising. The hostess directed us to my table. My little candidate had the poise to stand politely while I pulled her chair out for her to be seated. This was an excellent sign. It meant she was somehow refined. How a little 18-year old topless dancer learned this poise, I had no idea, but it boded well. We sat near the huge window overlooking the river. Best seat in the restaurant. Most private too. “I hope you enjoy our dinner my dear, and our conversation. You are truly a vision tonight. You look magnificent. Everything fit well, I trust?” “It did. Not sure how you figured out my sizes so well, but even the shoes, and the other things… They all fit perfectly. Thank you. Ah, do I get to…” “Keep them?” I returned. “Yes. Am I supposed to keep all this?” “These items are yours young lady, for accepting my humble invitation. I appreciate it very much. It's a delight to be here with you. Truly. You look so beautiful. No one could make this ensemble look as alluring, and my tastes are very discriminating. Actually, you are much more beautiful here, tonight, than at your workplace. That says a lot.” She sat quietly for a moment, glanced down, then seemed to summon some resolve and looked up at me. “Thank you.” There was a noticeable lean forward in her posture suddenly. The waiter appeared at just that instant, introduced himself, took drink orders and left a list of appetizers to start the evening. His arrival quelled whatever it was she had leaned forward to ask. He stepped away. She began. “What is this about? I mean, why did you ask me out?” She was right to the point. Admirable. Suggests that perhaps others had dealt with her less than honestly. “I want to make a proposition to you. It is a significant one, and I wager it will take some time on your part to fully consider it, as well such a proposition should. Along with my proposition comes a plan. And a proposal. Literally.” She remained seated upright, but now looking at me with very wide, very brown, eyes. “I'm interested in recruiting a wife.” Silence hung in the air. Her posture frozen. Continuing to fix her wide eyes on me. I calmly reached for my water glass and sipped some Perrier. Let the comment hang in the now-heavy air. She reached for her glass, likely in awkward mimicry but also, I wager, because her mouth was suddenly dry. “I'm sorry My Dear. Let me explain further. I'm a busy, and systematic man. People say that I am very focused. I say that is normal, and all else is abnormal. When I set about a project, I make a deliberate plan. And I make lofty goals. Excellence in everything I do. Simplicity in my plans. And always, strict honesty and openness. Some people find this awkward.” I fixed my look on her, not glaring, but looking into her wide, brown eyes with sincerity. “Young lady, you are perfection. You are beautiful. Beautiful beyond description, and this is a magnificent gift. You are poised. I don't know how you've acquired this quality, but it is rare today. Especially for a young lady. In only the last fifteen minutes since our arrival tonight I've observed that in you. The way you stepped out of the car when you arrived. You let me open the door to the restaurant for you. Waited for me to do it. You stood politely and in a dignified manner while I pulled your chair out for you. I'm not sure where you learned these things, but they are valuable to me. Precious even. As valuable as your appearance, which, as I've said, is absolutely opulent.” She appeared to ease somewhat. Soften. But a learned cynicism and caution remained. I could see that. “So, I am looking for a wife. A beautiful, poised, submissive sexual servant wife. A devoted, capable and willing young lady to join me in life's finer things. Travel. Entertainment. And especially, sexual activities, a priority of mine. I'm interested in nearly every sexual activity. And I'd like you to join me in them if you find the terms of my proposal, and of course, myself, acceptable and to your agreement.” Her silence remained. She seemed frozen, taking all this in. I had expected that, so I decided to divert for a few moments and return the conversation to that of a simple dinner date. “But, enough of this business and life talk. Let's table my offer for now and simply enjoy the evening and try to get to know each other a little. That is, of course, the first step My Dear, and I am very thorough.” We placed an order for appetizers and drinks. Neither of us drank alcohol, another good sign. She appeared to relax some as the first course arrived and the conversation lightened. She began dancing at 18. Was going to turn 19 in six weeks. I noted her impending birthday. She revealed little, but ask many questions. Some were remarkably matrimonial, which was a good sign. She asked me about how I made a living. When the expanse of my ventures became apparent, she did well to not appear overly impressed, as though it was common to her. “Have you ever been married?” She asked. I told her I had been too busy building my businesses. I told her I never felt I was in a position to make an offer like I was proposing now, and that I knew it would be extraordinary to find a girl to agree to my terms without significant incentives. The conversation lapsed back to my offer. “Listen young lady, I know my offer is incredibly forward, very presumptuous- at least now it is, and you have almost no reason to take it seriously. I realize this, and I respect any cynicism. It is well founded in today's world.” She fumbled with a piece of shrimp on her plate, licked her beautifully polished finger, swigged some Perrier, and kept her huge, brown eyes on me as I spoke. “But, you must acknowledge the practicality of my offer. Consider the alternatives, in your future, your life. And, I intend to prove to you that my offer is authentic and trustworthy before you should even offer a response.” Silence from her. She dabbed the corner of her mouth with the napkin from her lap. For an eighteen-year-old girl, she was accomplished at keeping her cool, holding her cards close. “This is a lot to consider young lady. Allow me to make an interim suggestion. Think about my offer for a few days. If you would like to explore it further, completely without commitment or obligation, then join me on a holiday. Perhaps we can visit Thailand, a favorite of mine. Or, Sri Lanka. I know of a beautiful resort there with over-water bungalows. It's up to you. Perhaps you'd enjoy a week in Nice, France. Another favorite of mine. At the Hotel Negresco along the Promenade des Anglais. I know beautiful cafés there. If you love coffee, you'll love the breakfasts. And the bakeries.” The waiter returned with dinner menus. “Consider my offer during this upcoming week young lady, and let's enjoy our dinner. We have plenty of time to discuss the specifics. For tonight, let's just enjoy each other's company, my friend's wonderful dining and a beautiful evening, made all the more beautiful by you.” by Sustainer for Literotica .

On this episode of the JMP, John and Phil talk with career newsman Mark Curtis. Mark brings his decades in journalism to the forefront as he discuss what's going on in the news today. Don't miss it!

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Two stories of scholarly lasses with healthy libidos.Based on the posts by Select Redux. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Stimulating ReadingSexual adventures amid the bookshelves.Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the 'Institute'. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.The research library within opens just three days a week with Emily, its part-time librarian, fitting the job around her PhD studies. Some colleagues consider it a fusty backwater; Emily rather enjoys the church-like surroundings, lofty ceilings and marble floors, and calm, quiet ambience.Starting the day as usual at 8.45am, Emily turns on the lights, picks up the post and then sits at the front desk waiting for students to arrive. The job isn't the most exacting; mainly helping undergraduates locate obscure books, its perk being plenty of time to write her thesis and, blush-making to admit, peruse the rather splendid erotica section. Something that's become a bit of a habit, leaving her distracted and almost perpetually aroused.This 'special collection' is kept locked; its key is supposedly secure in a safe; in fact on a chain around Emily's neck. Currently 'in between boyfriends' (no, not like that!) in truth modern men, mostly boys inhabiting adult bodies in her opinion, don't do it for Emily. Call her traditional, she wants someone old-fashioned.Emily's romantic, bookish outlook on life sometimes feels unsuited to modern times and is exemplified by today's attire: cardigan, blouse, and a string of pearls, the epitome of respectability; a typical librarian. A knee-length skirt, sensible shoes, minimal makeup and glasses habitually perched upon her head complete the academic look. However, underneath one (who? she reflects glumly) might be surprised to find some almost sinfully brief lingerie adorning her trim figure. Perhaps not so conservative;Later that afternoon, Emily looks at her watch, half an hour until closing, not likely to see anyone else today she thinks. Wrongly, because striding confidently through the rotating door and purposefully approaching her desk is a new customer. In contrast to the usual scruffy students (although arguably the lecturers are worse) he's smartly dressed. Wearing a tie in fact; Emily likes a chap in a suit and his fits very well. This tall man with silvery grey hair favors her with a confident smile and Emily melts inside, lust at first sight.Michael, they are quickly on first name terms, is a postgrad mature student working on the final dissertation of an English literature MA. He's taken a couple of weeks' leave from an unspecified (Emily suspects high-powered and well-remunerated) job to complete it. Meaning, she sends a silent prayer of thanks to whichever celestial deity might be responsible, he'll be making frequent trips to the library. Visits she soon begins to eagerly anticipate, feeling disproportionately disappointed on days when this charming, personable and undoubtedly assertive man doesn't appear. Get a grip girl, chides her inner voice, whatever your fantasies this is a purely professional relationship."What did you do before studying," she enquires one morning."Came from money, followed the family tradition into the City and made some more," he shrugs. "Clichéd thing for a privileged person to say but it didn't make me happy.""What does?""Good writing, which explains why I'm here in literary mode, how about you?""A very bright kid from a feckless, under-achieving family; got a scholarship, got out of my dead-end town and got a higher education. Not having money means I have to take a series of dull jobs to pay my way." There's no need to make her point any more strongly, Michael gets the implication."I detect a steely determination," he responds without rancor."Academically, yes," she agrees, "in order to remain with my beloved books, but unfashionable though it is I'd happily be rescued by a knight in shining armor. Will you be my knight?" Christ, she thinks, where did that come from? Silly mare you've blown it now."If you'll be my damsel in distress I'd be delighted," Michael answers lightly, but a die has been cast."What are you working on today?" he enquires conversationally when next visiting."These books were recently acquired for the special collections section. I'm trying to catalogue them," she explains, outwardly serene, but heart beating fast."Ah the erotica," Michael raises a knowing eyebrow, "better leave you to it then." He turns to a nearby table with a couple of hefty tomes and commences making notes while covertly observing Emily, absently twirling a lock of hair with one hand, the other no longer on the table but underneath. Much later, abruptly jolted from a pleasurable reverie by his shadow, Emily becomes abruptly aware of Michael's looming presence."You're spending a lot of time on books from that particular genre," he says, it isn't a question."Well; " she stammers."Perhaps that's why you've twice left the University's precious erotica shelves unlocked lately?"Her eyes widen in shock. "How did you know?" It's true, no point in denying the fact."I notice things. An accident I'm sure, but rather careless, some might even say naughty. Are you naughty Emily?" Silence, the cat has got her tongue. "Do you deserve to be punished? Might that be a better solution than the matter being brought to the attention of the Vice-Chancellor?" Michael presses home his advantage. "Those rare editions are extremely valuable. Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, bought to book one might say." Emily gets the joke, but it's no laughing matter."Punished; lesson?" she stammers, "what do you mean?""I think you know to what I'm referring, you've read enough about spanking, no doubt wondered what it might be like. I don't believe you're as innocent as you pretend Emily, I saw you slide a hand under your skirt just then. Most unprofessional, you deserve to have your bottom smacked.""Oh; " Overwhelmed by his quiet certainty that she'll obey, Ellie discovers in herself a complimentary willingness to defer; feels her pussy throbbing with desire at every word Michael utters. This is ridiculous, thinks her rational brain, I'm an independent woman, he's no right to demand my obedience. But you know you want to, responds her libidinous subconscious, you've so often dreamt of such a scenario, and how you'd willingly submit;She nods anxiously towards the door. With an unreadable expression, Michael walks purposefully towards the entrance, locks it and returns."Bad girls require discipline," he whispers in her ear."They do, sir," she meekly agrees."Come here." Emily stands next to him, hands behind her back."Turn around and lean forward against the desk."Deferentially, eyes downcast, Emily complies; wrapping his left arm around her slender waist Michael slowly, and deliberately raises her skirt. Emily wishes her boobs were just a little bigger; wishes her arse was just a little smaller but knows her lovely legs are just right. Now so does he.A grunt of male disapproval, "I don't like tights," he tugs her pantyhose down revealing flawless bottom cheeks, "next time I expect you to wear stockings." Next time, who said anything about next time? Despite her mounting panic, Emily has an epiphany of understanding; Michael's coercion is more implied than actual, less of a threat by him as a need within her. He runs his hands appreciatively over her pristine, unmarked bottom then tugs those unexpectedly racy, almost transparent black panties up hard into Emily's damp divide, the silken scrap disappearing between puffy pussy lips, chafing her swollen clit."Turns you on doesn't it" he growls, holding her tightly."Yes, but I'm scared," she whispers and it's true, the physical proximity and her helplessness in the hands of an alpha male are more exciting than anything Emily has ever before encountered.Emily tenses, holding her breath, awaiting the inevitable; yet the initial smack still catches her by surprise. At first, it's mainly about the ringing percussive sound, a numbing shock. Prudently Michael allows a pause, he can tell it's her first time. Gradually her skin pinkens and a sharp stinging sensation suffuses Emily's posterior."Oh," she looks at him wide-eyed, "oh yes," amazed by her compliance with the punitive intentions of a man she scarcely knows. A second spank, slightly harder this time."Feeling it now aren't you," Michael mutters, "rather different from in the stories you're so keen on?" True, the reality of what before was only fevered fiction is raw and immediate." I'll stop if you ask me to," he adds."Surely not when I've been so wicked," Emily replies huskily. The scene is set, and his hard palm strikes her bottom repeatedly as Michael methodically and unhurriedly continues, Emily's body responding animatedly to the burning sensation gradually suffusing her derriere."Keep still," he commands as she squirms in a futile attempt to dissipate the smart.Eventually, Emily has no idea how long, five minutes, or an eternity, Michael ceases her chastisement. Both are breathing heavily now, albeit for different reasons. He slides a hand up her inner thigh and under her knickers."Good girl," Michael whispers, pushing an exploratory digit into Emily's sopping sex. She shuts her eyes and moves against his fingers, Emily is needy, alas, her evident excitement is unrequited. Taking her by the shoulders, Michael turns the shaken young woman to face the wall."Make yourself respectable," he instructs in a tone countenancing no dissent, "don't move until I've left, no rubbing your bottom, or anywhere else. I'll let myself out," he kisses the top of her head, "and be back soon to do one final bit piece of research, don't miss me too much."And then he's gone; taken Emily to the edge and abandoned her unsatisfied. Which, thinks Emily, bottom glowing fiercely, is truly sadistic. Simmering with sexual awakening, she's no intention of being denied. Walking stiffly towards her chair Emily sits, wincing as her tender buttocks contact with the seat. Legs spread and eyes closed she pushes a hand down the front of her panties and addresses her pent-up frustration with flying fingers, and soon has a shattering orgasm.On Monday morning, after a weekend mentally replaying this momentous encounter, and multiple flouting of Michael's embargo on masturbation, Emily walks into work full of hope for what the new week may bring. Inwardly more confident, her outward appearance has also altered. She's taken more care with makeup, mascara and her favorite cherry red lipstick. Does her best not to tug down her hem at every step. Emily hasn't previously worn such a short skirt and worries people may notice she's wearing stockings. Once at work, it's business as usual, albeit with some appreciative glances from borrowers, being desired is an unfamiliar but welcome ego boost. Emboldened, Emily experiments with undoing the second button of her blouse.She can't conceal her unhappiness when Michael fails to arrive and becomes increasingly despondent when he doesn't turn up on Tuesday and Wednesday either. By Thursday she's almost lost hope. Turning to the erotica collection for comfort a photograph falls from between the pages of a book on 'Le Vice Anglaise'. Emily looks aghast, Michael! But it can't be, the date scribbled on the back is 1936, does her dom have a doppelganger? All too much of a conundrum to deal with in her overwrought state, Emily locks up early and heads disconsolately home.On Friday she settles onto her stool and re-opens the same book. Was Michael ever really here, she wonders? Could this have been some sort of hallucination, an epic instance of self-delusion? Of course not, get real, examine the facts, she inwardly chides. Consider the evidence of two days of sitting gingerly, the finger marks on your sore buttocks visible in the mirror. She was spanked alright, the pertinent question being whether she will see Michael again, let alone reach the sexual conclusion so ardently desired. Not being clairvoyant, Emily doesn't have a clue about either outcome, for now, she tells herself sternly, you'd better get on with some work. Mentally listing the day's mundane tasks Emily doesn't notice a familiar figure quietly enter the building until he's immediately adjacent. Caught unawares her incipient shout of shock is stifled by his hand."I'll remove it from your mouth," his voice whispers, "if you promise not to scream, understood?" Emily remains frozen, struggling to get to grips with her predicament, then nods assent."Where did you appear from?" she enquires in a small voice."Not important right now," he shushes."Your picture; " She points at the faded sepia print on the table."My father," he laughs, "chip off the old block, aren't I? Long gone, of course, he put up the money to establish the erotica collection you've so much enjoyed." Helping the shaken young woman to her feet he moves Emily to face a bookcase."Just relax," he says calmly, trailing a hand teasingly up and down the back of her thighs."Relax," she tenses at the suggestion, "when I don't know what you intend to do.""I think you can hazard a pretty accurate prediction," he teases."I'm quite sure you're planning to punish me again," says Emily shivering with anticipation at the thought, "what might occur afterwards is what's preoccupying me.""What do you hope happens?" he enquires, lips brushing the nape of her neck."I think you can make a very good guess," Emily replies cheekily.Right now, she can't think of anything she wouldn't let him do, Emily has read many salacious books and has a vivid imagination."I'm enjoying your new look," says Michael appreciatively, "let's explore beneath; " He unbuttons her blouse to the waist, frees her boobs and rolls each erect nipple in turn between finger and thumb. In response, Emily kisses him hard on the mouth, her acquiescence clearly in no doubt. His other hand slips between her thighs and encounters wetness between them. Emily moans at this touch, yearning to be penetrated by the hard cock she can feel bulging through his trousers and pressing against her thigh."You'll endure a harsher correction this time," he murmurs, bending Emily across the desk while removing his belt."The door", she gestures urgently.He shrugs off her concern. "We'll just have to take the chance; I find a little jeopardy adds a frisson of excitement." Wrestling up the short, tight skirt exposes the soft curves of Emily's hips and beautiful bottom; Michael monetarily enjoys the sight, and then pulls her knickers down and off."Someone wants to be fucked pretty badly," he observes, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glimpses her damp, pouting slit. With no warning he straps Emily, hard and fast, leaving blazing bands of hurt across both cheeks and down to her stocking tops. She yelps, groans and stamps her feet, nevertheless thrusting out her buttocks to meet each of the worn leather's cruel kisses. A further dozen overlapping strokes sear across her fiery red behind until Emily thinks she can't possibly endure further chastisement."Hurts," she whimpers, tears in her eyes, although the perfect pain only serves to stoke a fire of arousal down below. Aware of her limits Michael runs his hands along the insides of Emily's legs and pulls her knees apart, leaving her open and exposed. His tongue repeatedly explores the length of her labia, right up to the nub of her clit, building each caress into a rhythmic repetition. Emily feels an orgasm inexorably approaching, her breathing becomes fast and uneven."Fuck you're tight," he observes crudely, sliding a finger into Emily's inviting pink cunny and then positioning his erection at her slick entrance."Stop teasing and do it hard!" she screams, last vestiges of dignity and reserve surrendered. Lewdly Emily pushes back her hips, anxious to have him inside her. Equally caught up in the intensity of the moment, Michael fills the lusty librarian with the cock she craves. All inhibitions abandoned, Emily feels the rhythm of his thrusts increasing, her pussy spasms and takes them both to an inevitable sexual crescendo. They lay silent for a moment before Michael chivalrously passes Emily a large linen handkerchief to mop the come leaking onto her nylon-clad thighs."I think my poor bottom has suffered quite enough for one day," she whispers sensually, "how about you take me home to your place and fuck me again, slowly and gently?""How about we take one of the books from the special collection to provide us with inspiration?" he replies."Oh, I think I've already done quite enough research," Emily responds with a giggle."Then let's grab a bottle of wine and see if we can't put theory into practice," agrees Michael.Cut to a year later, doctorate earned; Emily has been promoted to take charge of the main university library. There's a new young woman librarian at the Institute, still on probation and requiring guidance. Emily considers herself a firm but fair manager and has kindly offered an after-hours tutorial on the special collection. A recently successful MA student, now a research fellow, somewhat older and vastly experienced, may join them;By Select Redux for LiteroticaCleverness is SexyWinning a quiz transformed Alice from swot to hot.By Select ReduxAn exceptionally brainy young woman, Alice has pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday, the M A she's strived so hard to attain nearl

Geoff, Gavin and Andrew talk about of course, text a family member about corn, cart locking technology, Perrier problems, movies that take place in each state, Regulation Movie Map, GTA V vs Tetris, future tech, Whoopee (1930), renting the pyramids, Gavin & Nick play one level a year LASO, Mario Party Month, tripping hazard, jaw adjustment, falling into the toilet as a fix, eating ALL the parts of the chicken, video game milestone, ideaIT Follows, and Geoguesser prompts. Sponsored by Zocdoc. Go to Zocdoc.com/regulation and download the Zocdoc app to sign-up for FREE and book a top-rated doctor. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

durée : 00:06:15 - L'invité de 6h20 - Aujourd'hui à 6h20, Amélie Perrier reçoit Thomas Brail, le fondateur du Groupe national de surveillance des arbres.

durée : 00:01:51 - Les 80'' - par : Nicolas Demorand - A l'heure des cadeaux de fin d'année et des bilans-marroniers, "ces personnalités qui ont marqué 2024"... En voici une qui coche toutes les cases ! Amélie Perrier prend 80 secondes pour nous parler du retour de Céline Dion.

L'Espagne, nouvelle locomotive de l'Europe ? Alors que la planète surchauffe, la consommation mondiale de charbon atteint des niveaux records Eau minérale : Perrier éclaboussé par un scandale sanitaire Grands magasins : la Cité de l'Architecture revient sur la saga de ces temples de la consommation

Amy Perrier is a Christian, Physical Therapist, Mother to five children...and a ranch wife. In this episode, she discusses the challenges, rewards and learnings that she has gathered over the past two+ decades of trying to balance all of these duties.We talk spousal communication, generational transitions, Retirement (or lack thereof) and community leadership. Like the one I did with Ava last January, we recorded this on Bluetooth in the truck, so get ready for a little road noise and a few pauses as we navigate the byways of south central Missouri while recording our discussion.It's real, raw and hopefully relatable for a lot of you. We pray that you all have a wonderful Christmas and Happy New Year!

In today's Weekly News episode of Right About Now, host Ryan Alford teams up with co-hosts Brianna Hall and Chris Hansen for their annual "Naughty and Nice Businesses" review—a witty and incisive take on the year's standout corporate triumphs and stumbles. This year's list celebrates industry titans like Trump Inc., Elon Musk, and Walmart for their bold moves and exceptional achievements, while pulling no punches in critiquing Bud Light, Mattel, Toyota, and Boeing for notable missteps.But the conversation doesn't stop there. The trio dives deep into the fabric of modern business culture, exploring the evolving allure of the American Dream, Miami's rise as a buzzing business hub, and the intrigue surrounding recent drone sightings. With a seamless blend of humor, sharp critique, and thought-provoking insights, this episode is a must-listen for anyone seeking a fresh perspective on the intersection of business, culture, and innovation.TAKEAWAYSEvaluation of businesses and entrepreneurs based on their performance over the past year.Categorization of companies as "naughty" or "nice" based on their actions and decisions.Discussion of notable figures in the business world, including Trump Inc. and Elon Musk.Analysis of the impact of political climate on business success and public perception.Examination of the retail landscape, focusing on companies like Walmart and Amazon.Critique of controversial marketing decisions made by brands like Bud Light and Mattel.Discussion of safety concerns and controversies surrounding companies like Toyota and Boeing.Exploration of the implications of celebrity endorsements and scandals on brand reputation.Consideration of the shifting regulatory landscape in the cryptocurrency market.Reflection on the importance of understanding consumer demographics and market dynamics. If you enjoyed this episode and want to learn more, join Ryan's newsletter https://ryanalford.com/newsletter/ to get Ferrari level advice daily for FREE. Learn how to build a 7 figure business from your personal brand by signing up for a FREE introduction to personal branding https://ryanalford.com/personalbranding. Learn more by visiting our website at www.ryanisright.comSubscribe to our YouTube channel www.youtube.com/@RightAboutNowwithRyanAlford.

This time on the JMP John and Phil chat with one of the funniest humans on the planet, Truett S. Beasley Jr., aka Killer Beaz. A regular on the show Moonshiners and on stage at The Grand Ol Opry in Nashville, Beaz brings the funny, talking about his life in comedy and making moonshine and bringing his flame thrower to church. (Really!) Don't miss it! Of course, we have Christmas music, Heavy Metal Christmas-Joe SatrianiChristmas Time Is Here-Steve VaiLet It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! -Dean MartinUp in Smoke-Cheech and Chong Living Hell-The Misfits

C dans l'air l'invitée du 17 décembre avec Esther Crauser-Delbourg, économiste de l'eau et fondatrice de Water Wiser, cabinet de conseil en stratégie, spécialisé dans les enjeux de l'eau.La plus célèbre des marques d'eau gazeuse française, Perrier, est sous la menace de perdre son label d'eau minérale naturelle, qui fait sa réputation depuis plus d'un siècle. Une inspection de l'ARS menée sur l'unique site de conditionnement de Perrier, à Vergèze, dans le Gard, estime que Nestlé Waters, propriétaire de la marque, doit sérieusement envisager "un arrêt de la production d'eau minérale sur le site" en raison de la qualité sanitaire régulièrement dégradée de ses captages et, en particulier, d'un risque d'ordre virologique.Comme l'ont révélé Le Monde et Radio France en janvier dernier, la firme a eu recours pendant plusieurs années à des traitements interdits – microfiltration, filtres UV et charbons actifs – pour faire face à ces contaminations, bactériennes ou chimiques, sur certains de ses puits, à Vergèze mais aussi sur son site des Vosges, où sont puisées les eaux d'Hépar, de Contrex et de Vittel. Des traitements qui ont pour conséquence de modifier la qualité de l'eau, qui ne peut alors plus être vendue comme eau minérale naturelle. Or, ces traitements avaient été dissimulés. Un risque de fraude qui perdure, toujours selon le rapport d'inspection de l'ARS. En décembre 2022 déjà, l'Agence nationale de sécurité sanitaire avait indiqué au gouvernement qu'accorder à Nestlé la possibilité d'utiliser ces microfiltres ne serait "pas acceptable" et prévient qu'une telle autorisation "pourrait exposer la France à un risque de contentieux européen". Esther Crauser-Delbourg , économiste de l'eau, est notre invitée. Elle nous décryptera le scandale Perrier, à la fois d'un point de vue sanitaire, mais aussi frauduleux. Si la source de Vergèze est polluée, qu'en est-il de la qualité de nos eaux minérales ? Elle reviendra aussi avec nous sur la qualité de l'eau du robinet et sur la façon dont elle est contrôlée. La consommation d'eau en bouteille est en baisse au profit de celle de l'eau du robinet, passée de 65 % des Français en 2001, à 47 % en 2018.

durée : 00:08:14 - La Question du jour - par : Marguerite Catton - Selon des révélations d'une enquête du Monde et de Radio France, les ressources en eau exploitées par l'entreprise Nestlé à Vergèze dans le Gard pour produire de l'eau minérale naturelle ne seraient pas conformes à la règlementation. Comment sont contrôlées les eaux en bouteille en France ? - réalisation : Félicie Faugère - invités : Régis Taisne chargé des activités eau au sein de la Fédération nationale des collectivités concédantes et régies

durée : 02:30:07 - Les Matins - par : Guillaume Erner, Isabelle de Gaulmyn - Avec Manon-Nour Tannous, politiste / Régis Taisne, chargé des activités eau au sein de la Fédération nationale des collectivités concédantes et régies / Marylise Léon, secrétaire générale de la CFDT - réalisation : Félicie Faugère

Pour l'Agence Régionale de Santé d'Occitanie, les contaminations ponctuelles constatées dans l'eau de la source ne permettent plus une utilisation fiable pour de l'eau minérale. En gros, il faut utiliser l'eau de Perrier pour autre chose. L'activité eau de Nestlé est en train de devenir un problème. Ecoutez L'éco & You du 17 décembre 2024.

Welcome to the Ava Flanell Show, Episode 377. Today I'm going to chat with Perry Yee, discuss Biden pardoning Hunter, and highlight the new Springfield Echelon. I'm your host, Ava Flanell. 

Don't miss Boonville author Robert Mailer Anderson as he and John reminisce about their formative years in Northern California and weigh in on the Kennedy assassination and all sorts of other stuff.Next on The JMP, John and Phil chat with the always hilarious comedian Alonzo Bodden, of "Wait Wait, Don't Tell Me" and "Last Comic Standing" fame. If you like funny, smart and lucid, Alonzo is your guy!New format with music and this week we feature, Damn Handsome and the Birthday Suits, The American Professionals, Metallica and The Misfits!!

Book Club #117 - Jokes Jokes Jokes - Richard talks to old Edinburgh flatmate Jenny Eclair about her cut-above-the-rest autobiography, Jokes, Jokes, Jokes. They discuss how you maintain a career in their weird business over several decades, the envy and bitterness that can eat you up, how getting older changes your priorities, how little either of them remember about Jenny Eclair Squats, how winning the Perrier award left Jenny feeling like a fraud, appearing (though not) in the Karma Chameleon video, being mistaken for Su Pollard, who really came up with the girl that smelled of spam and coping with death and becoming an orphan in your sixties and the lives of the aunts and uncles from the 1950s.Buy the book herehttps://uk.bookshop.org/p/books/jokes-jokes-jokes-my-very-funny-memoir-jenny-eclair/7648041?ean=9781408732052See RHLSTP recorded live - https://richardherring.com/rhlstp Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/rhlstp. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

By Dalia ColónWhether you're a coffee fiend or you've sworn off caffeine, you're likely to find a beverage you'll love at Kahwa Coffee. Headquartered in St. Petersburg, the boutique coffee company specializes in—what else?—java. But since starting Kahwa, owners Raphael and Sarah Perrier have expanded Kawha's offerings—and its footprint. Today there are 18 locations; that's one for every year Kahwa has been in business.Dalia visited the Perriers at Kahwa's headquarters in St. Petersburg. (Even the parking lot smells like coffee!) In this conversation, Raphael and Sarah share how they went from meeting in a cafe to leading their family and a coffee empire together. They also discuss how they keep customers engaged while drinking the same beverage day after day, trends in the coffee industry that have staying power and what they really think of Starbucks.To see a video tour of the Kahwa roastery, check out our Facebook or Instagram.Related episodes:Yaupon Brothers American Tea Co.Low-Carb Florida Life with Dennis Perez of Black Tie KitchenMiami Herald's Carlos Frías on Cuban Coffee, Edible Iguanas & Winning the James Beard Award

In this episode of Do This, Not That, host Jay Schwedelson provides a quick rundown of the week's notable marketing and business news, along with some useful tips for marketers.=================================================================Best Moments:(00:59) Perrier's marketing challenge due to contamination issues(01:50) Qantas Airlines' in-flight entertainment mishap(02:38) Pinterest's 2024 Halloween Trend Report and its marketing implications(04:00) Email newsletter subject line trends and the impact of emojis(05:10) LinkedIn's new game "Tango" and the mystery surrounding LinkedIn games=================================================================MASSIVE thank you to our Sponsor, Marigold!!Marigold is a relationship marketing platform designed to help you acquire new customers and turn them into superfans with their best-in-class loyalty solutions. Don't take my word for it though, American Airlines, Honeybaked Ham, Title Boxing, and Notre Dame University are also customers!Regardless of your size, check out Marigold today to get the solution you need to grow your business!Check out this free content from marigold that Jay has loved digesting, 5 Steps For Selecting The Right Email Marketing Platform.

The JBP kicks off the latest episode with the news that the Port Union has agreed to suspend their strike which leads to a quick apology from Joe over Perrier water (17:08). The Menendez Brothers are having their case revisited in light of new evidence (32:04), Social media suggests Stefon Diggs is the NFL player linked to Cardi B (42:40), and Jaguar Wright's interview with Piers Morgan has the room question how long before Diddy will go financially broke (55:24). Stephen A. Smith discusses his ESPN contract negotiations and uses Dak Prescott as a comparison as to why he deserves $100 million (1:13:30), Tommy Richman says he's not a hip-hop artist (1:21:20), and DDG announces split from Halle Bailey (1:32:54). Melyssa Ford responds to being in the news after rolling out her ‘Hot & Bothered' podcast (1:47:27), Joe shares some of the challenges with podcaster expectations (1:53:20), Part of the Show (2:23:57), and much more!  Become a Patron of The Joe Budden Podcast for additional bonus episodes and visual content for all things JBP! Join our Patreon here: www.patreon.com/joebudden  Sleeper Picks:   Joe | Victoria Monét (feat. Thundercat) - “Don't Sleep” Ice | BIG30 - “FACETIME WITH MY MAMA” Parks | Terrace Martin & Cautious Clay - “Read The Room” Ish | Poo Bear - “LAST OF US” Melyssa | Cautious Clay - “Shook”

On this John Miller Program John and Phil talk with the fabulously funny Cheril Vendetti. Cheril talks about her upcoming book, her years at the iconic Comedy Store in L.A., and her life as a mother. The laughs just keep on coming.

On this installment of the JMP, John and Phil talk with actor, author Leon Acord, of the hit show "Old Dog & New Tricks." Leon brings the funny and all three bitch about old guy urinary tracts.Then, John welcomes former NFL wide receiver turned Broadcaster Mike Schumann. Mike talks about winning the Super Bowl with the 49ers and the great Joe Montana. And other great nuggets from his years as a player and broadcaster. 

Pregnancy leads to many physiologic changes, and thyroid and parathyroid disorders alter that physiology even more leading to complex laboratory interpretation and decision-making impacting both mother and fetus. In this episode, join endocrine surgeons Drs. Barb Miller, John Phay, Priya Dedhia, and Surgical Oncology Fellow Dr. Vennila Padmanaban from The Ohio State University. Hear about normal and abnormal thyroid and parathyroid physiology and treatment of patients with thyroid cancer. The group discusses several articles focusing on current guidelines from the American Thyroid Association as well as other key studies.  Hosts: Barbra S. Miller, MD (Moderator), Clinical Professor of Surgery, John Phay, MD, Clinical Professor of Surgery, Priya H. Dedhia, MD, PhD, Assistant Professor of Surgery, Vennila Padmanaban, MD, Surgical Oncology Fellow, Division of Surgical Oncology, Department of Surgery, The Ohio State University Wexner Medical Center, Columbus, Ohio. Twitter handles:  Barbra Miller - @OSUEndosurgBSM John Phay – @JohnPhayMD Priya Dedhia – @priyaknows  Vennila Padmanaban - @vennilapadmanMD Learning objectives:  1)  Understand normal changes in thyroid and parathyroid physiology during pregnancy 2)  Describe the impact of thyroid and parathyroid dysregulation on maternal and fetal health 3)  Compare and contrast management of thyroid and parathyroid disorders during pregnancy vs. non-pregnancy   4)  Recognize the importance of multidisciplinary care of patients with thyroid and parathyroid disorders References: 1. Alexander EK, Pearce EN, Brent GA, Brown RS, Chen H, Dosiou C, Grobman WA, Laurberg P, Lazarus JH, Mandel SJ, Peeters RP, Sullivan S. 2017 Guidelines of the American Thyroid Association for the Diagnosis and Management of Thyroid Disease During Pregnancy and the Postpartum. Thyroid. 2017 Mar;27(3):315-389. doi: 10.1089/thy.2016.0457. Erratum in: Thyroid. 2017 Sep;27(9):1212. doi: 10.1089/thy.2016.0457.correx. PMID: 28056690 https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/28056690/ 2. Jee SB, Sawal A. Physiological Changes in Pregnant Women Due to Hormonal Changes. Cureus. 2024 Mar 5;16(3):e55544. doi: 10.7759/cureus.55544. PMID: 38576690; PMCID: PMC10993087 https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/38576690/ 3. Patel, Kepal N. MD; Yip, Linwah MD; Lubitz, Carrie C. MD, MPH; Grubbs, Elizabeth G. MD; Miller, Barbra S. MD; Shen, Wen MD; Angelos, Peter MD; Chen, Herbert MD; Doherty, Gerard M. MD; Fahey, Thomas J. III MD; Kebebew, Electron MD; Livolsi, Virginia A. MD; Perrier, Nancy D. MD; Sipos, Jennifer A. MD; Sosa, Julie A. MD; Steward, David MD; Tufano, Ralph P. MD; McHenry, Christopher R. MD; Carty, Sally E. MD. The American Association of Endocrine Surgeons Guidelines for the Definitive Surgical Management of Thyroid Disease in Adults. Annals of Surgery 271(3):p e21-e93, March 2020.  DOI: 10.1097/SLA.0000000000003580 https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/32079830/ 4. Appelman-Dijkstra NM, Pilz S. Approach to the Patient: Management of Parathyroid Diseases Across Pregnancy. J Clin Endocrinol Metab. 2023 May 17;108(6):1505-1513. doi: 10.1210/clinem/dgac734. PMID: 36546344; PMCID: PMC10188304 https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/36546344/  5. Eremkina A, Bibik E,  Mirnaya S, Krupinova J, Gorbacheva A, Dobreva E, Mokrysheva N. Different treatment strategies in primary hyperparathyroidism during pregnancy.  Endocrine. 2022 Sep;77(3):556-560. doi: 10.1007/s12020-022-03127-3. Epub 2022 Jul 12. PMID: 35821184 https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/35821184/ TRUELEARN LINK: https://truelearn.referralrock.com/l/BTKPODCAST/ Discount code: BTKPODCAST Using the discount code, you can get a discount of $25 off our Residency (General surgery, anesthesiology, OBGYN, Psychiatry, Peds, Neurology, Emergency Medicine, Internal Medicine, and Family Medicine), USMLE, andCOMLEX SmartBank subscriptions of 90-days or more. The code can also be applied for 15% off our allied healthSmartBanks (PA, Nurse Practitioner, Pharmacy, PT, OT, etc.). Please visit https://behindtheknife.org to access other high-yield surgical education podcasts, videos and more.   If you liked this episode, check out our recent episodes here: https://app.behindtheknife.org/listen